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Post by Silverishness Sat Jun 09, 2012 8:37 pm

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Citadark Isle| Evening

It had been a mistake to leave the abandoned port. A giant, glaring mistake. Finnick pushed against the harsh torrents and currents that tried to pull him under, over and every which way, grunting and weaving his lithe body through the angry sea. 'Maybe I shouldn't have been so eager...' his voice muttered in the confines of his mind. He'd figured he could beat the storm that had loomed in the distance earlier in the day, but alas, the island was much further than he'd thought.

Now, he was caught in the waves of a brutally wrathful sea, fighting to keep his bearings. It was easier to swim further down, but there the Infected lurked, away from the thrashings the waves gave. Determined, he kept the broken dome in sight, the soft glow from what could only be lava his dim beacon of light and hope. He grinned as the waters tried to flip him.

"I was born for this, Ocean!" he called, confident a chuckle escaping him. "You won't take this Milotic down that easily!" He pushed further and further, against the many whims of the waters, ever toward that island, that beacon. Even as the clouds roared above and loosened their loads, making air and sea almost one, Finnick wasn't deterred. He was never one to give up easily, and now was not a time for it either.


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Citadark Isle|Evening
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Aerith carefully traveled the edge of the volcano, working her way to the shore for something fish out. Truthfully, she was just happy to be out of the tunnels inside because she was tired of Lennor's constant complaining about the heat. It was a freaking volcano, of course it was hot. They had been trying for days to reach the top where they had seen a large dome, but a massive burst of energy around the island that started from the top made them think twice. it had hurt, even going so far as to make Lennor pass out, so they decided it would be better to wait and see what happened before they went up.

So now, she was stuck babysitting, because after that little incident Lennor kept claiming to be 'too weak to help'. Bullshit. The little brat just didn't want to work. Oh well, it wasn't like she had anything better to do anyway. But if he thought she was going to go out of her way to get him anything to eat he was sadly mistaken. His happy butt could go soak up some sunshine for all she cared, but she was getting fish.

"Ah, finally!" she called out happily, jumping from the last ledge onto the small beach below. "Now to find something to eat." The Axew quickly got to work and waded into the waters as far as she dared. She couldn't take too much of a chance in the deep water, because anything infected could drag her down into the depths. She got lucky on the first reach and pulled out a Magikarp, tossing it to the beach. She felt a little bad that he was going to die so that she could eat, but this was survival. Something out in the ocean caught her attention, it was leaping and forcing its way through the currents that surrounded the island. Cautious, she quickly made her way back up to the shore to grab her catch, watching to make sure it wasn't hostile.

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A loud sigh echoed through the empty tunnel, the owner of the despondent sound trudging slowly through the passage. Lennor was bored. He and Aerith had been stuck on this island for several days now and didn't seem any closer to getting off of it. They had tried for the big dome looking thing at the top of the volcano but when that strange flux of power emanated from it Lennor had been injured and didn't want to climb anymore. Besides, all of the hard work should go to the more brutish female he traveled with, shouldn't it? A delicate flower like him needn't bother with heavy lifting. He was trained for the more...subtle arts.

He let out another heavy sigh as he came to the usual exit Aerith took to go outside. She'd better bring him back something to eat this time, he was hungry. All she ever brought back was flesh and bone, nothing appetizing for the grass/poison type. From the mouth of the exit he could see her down on the beach, throwing a fish onto the shore. Great, she was hunting for meat again. Couldn't just once she go look for some berries? Though, even he had to admit he wasn't sure where anything could grow around this place. It was a little too active. And hot.

He was concerned when he saw her hurry back onto the beach, and he hid just inside of the hole to make sure nothing spotted him. He followed her line of sight to see a creature making its way through the waves, heading straight for the island. "Well now, that is an idea," Len all but purred. If this creature proved to be friendly, or at least easily manipulated, he could con a ride off this island from it. Deciding this would be a chance worth pursuing, he jumped from rock to rock and made his way down to Aerith. "Don't mind me dearest," he said teasingly as he approached. "I just wanted to see what had my dear protector all jumpy." Aerith glared at him, and Len just laughed. This kind of interaction all but defined their relationship.

((OOC: The energy is referencing Harbinger team when they were at Citadark.))
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Citadark Isle || Evening [1]

In Seneca’s mind, Citadark Isle fitted the description of ‘hell-hole’ quite pleasantly. In fact, the place was becoming an ever stronger nightmare for the canine as he aimlessly trudged about the volcano’s base. He felt vulnerable in this land – unable to swim or fly, the zoroark was helpless to the monsters that lurked in the shadows as well as the incredible presence of the volcano. He had no idea whether it was active, only that the natural disaster would guarantee the ending of his life were it to suddenly erupt. Pausing, the unkempt creature raised his head to regard the peak, eying the dome shaped structure curiously before turning away with a snort. There was no point on dwelling on what it was when he had no means of scaling the landform, let alone any desire to in the first place. All Seneca truly wanted was to escape this place; even better would be to backtrack a few years, before all this virus nonsense when he was in his prime – a position of power, respected and feared. Back when he was Gamemaker. A smile appeared across his vulpine face – the swirled facial markings moving with his lips at the memory of those extraordinary games.

Unfortunately, that was in the past now. He’d made one little mistake – acting on impulse out of a ‘misplaced’ sense of morality, and the human had chosen to end his life for it. Seneca shuddered at the thought; the brutal assassination attempt had changed everything for him. He had come to realize how weak he truly was – and now, he was even weaker. He was bony, underweight and fatigued; an unpleasant array of scars was visible beneath his thick, uncontrollable coat; he walked with a permanent limp, but most importantly, he had lost his illusory abilities. He was hardly fit for the name of a zoroark anymore. A fierce blow to the head had robbed him of his greatest power, his natural and remarkable talent gone in a flash. It was a harsh world, and things were becoming ever harsher.

As he stalked through what little foliage the land possessed, Seneca’s gaze fell onto the sea, his icy glare soon distinguishing a shape amidst the savage waves. He tensed; his scrawny body crouched to the ground as instincts kicked in. He couldn’t afford to take chances nowadays – everyone was out to get him, living and undead alike – and this serpent creature was no exception. Then again, Seneca wasn’t in the greatest of shapes. He’d survived this long only through luck, and was quickly growing aware of his dire situation. The canine hadn’t eaten in days and his injured leg had sapped his speed, so perhaps the prospect of company wasn’t a bad idea after all. Nervously biting his lip, the canine slunk forward, keeping low to the ground and shadows in a bid to remain a mystery. He had no idea what the creature was, let alone whether it was one of the monsters, but as he neared the shore, his eyes soon fell onto another pair of pokémon. The roselia and axew duo had seemingly spotted the water beast too, preparing for its arrival.

Seneca remained motionless, unwilling to venture any closer as he steadied his breathing. It had been a good while since he’d come into contact with any survivors, so much so that the situation seemed somewhat surreal. The zoroark couldn’t fathom typical social skills in such a monstrous world thus remained unmoving from his hiding place, preferring the role of an observer. Perhaps he would investigate when he’d sucked up his incredible fear, but for now at least, there was no reason to charge into the company of strangers.
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The Mandibuzz circled overhead the island, peering down at the crashing waves that grasped at the shore. Greedy tumbles of water slamming itself onto the sand, only to be dragged back by the mother sea. It was evident the bird despised the island, with it's giant volcano that was spewing heat onto her at the moment, but her need to stretch wings and fly had overridden her dislike. Besides, she could see better from the skies than on land, it made her feel more powerful. Catching sight of a ledge, nestled in the side of the lava-bearer, Joy swoops down to land. Her long talons scrape against the stone, gripping tightly around small cracks to capture footing, before sitting down.

Across the dark waves was a figure, serpentine and lithe, heading to the island. The giant bird could only capture flecks of beige and brown past the water, Skies darkening with threatening clouds. Looking down closer to the beach of the island, Joy swore she saw a moving plant. Blinking, the Mandibuzz glided down the volcano for a closer look, not bothering to cover her gargantuan figure in anyway. Not like it'll help, I would need a giant rock just to cover half my body... Carefully, sge surveys her surroundings, which consists of rocky land and miserable, small shrubs. There was a decent amount of foliage though, enough for the vulture to be satisfied with.

Sheltering undercover some cliffs she observed the strangers. The walking plant coming closer to where the aquatic beast swam. There was another too, an Axew, maybe the flora and dragon were together? The sight of these foreigners made Joy wonder if there were any others, having only arrived a day ago.
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Calcifer had been on the island for too long now. One minute he had been walking through the woods, and the next he was almost dumped into the ocean, next to the "beach" of the island. There was barely any creatures here, and there was very little life force for him to feed off. He was starving.

However, days and days after he arrived, he felt someone arriving. He was sitting on the beach that night, staring wistfully over the water, wishing for Howl to come find him. Then he felt the energy come closer, slightly sating his hunger. Had Howl found him? Had he been rescued?!

But no... He heard the creature before he saw it, a giant serpent who seemed to fly through the waves surrounding the island. It was a large creature filled with life force. Calcifer knew that the beast wouldn't even feel the slight drain his feeding would take. Perhaps he could befriend this creature. "Over here!" He called, jumping in the air. To match his excited feelings, his flame burned even higher than normal, a bright red-orange. He hoped the thing would notice him.

((OOC: Sil, I hope it's okay for him to kinda feed of Fin's force. Since it's tiny, he doesn't have to feel it or anything. If not, I'll change it. >.<))
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As he fought the waves pushing him back the way he'd come, Finnick thought for a moment he'd been hit on the head. There, ahead, two pokemon near the beach. One was an axew, a pokemon he only knew through their ferocious evolutionary cousins, and a roselia, another pokemon he knew because of the Games. They'd been terrible foes, trying to poison and kill him, leave him fodder for the other Tributes. The sight of the two unnerved him a bit, and he paused in his venture to the island long enough to consider moving forward. However, the axew seemed to be doing something, and as he squinted to see what it was, he gasped the moment he realized what was happening.

'Out on the beach, fishing?' he mused to himself, shocked. Then they couldn't be the monsters plaguing the world. No Infected fished. Still... his runins with others of their kind made him hesitant, which allowed him to hear a voice on the salty winds.

"Over here!" He turned, quickly spotting a white blotch, accented with an orange flame bouncing on the beach. Well, if it could talk, that was enough for him. The milotic thrust himself forward, fighting the currents once more that were determined to keep him away from the island. Even if he was suited to a lonely life, he never wished for it. An ally was invaluable... as long as they stayed an ally...

It took a few minutes, but soon enough, Finnick found himself on the sandy beach, tiredly slithering through the damp sands. The skies roared once more, bringing the rain he'd fought earlier to them, dousing the beach. He looked up to the sky, seeing no end to the storm, then back to the candle. "What're doing out here, in the rain? Won't you get sick?" He nodded to the flame, which he half protected with his bulk against the winds.

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Citadark Isle|Evening
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Aerith could not shake the feeling that they weren't alone. It wasn't just the strange leaping creature she spotted in the ocean, oh no, there was something else on this beach with them. Maybe even several somethings, if the prickling on the back of her neck was anything to go by. The feeling of eyes watching your every move, looking for the opportunity to strike, was one that the seasoned fighter would never mistake. She didn't move, but using her peripherals she scoped out the beach and some of the surrounding area. She spotted something dark along the edge of the cliffs, but was unable to make out what it was from so far away. She didn't like this, not one bit.

Lennor, naturally, had spotted the bird Aerith was currently contemplating as soon as she arrived. While he couldn't quite recall the species name, his master had nearly kept one from one of their jobs simply because of her ferocious look. He wondered whatever happened to that crazy harpy, because the last he saw of her she was screeching and trying to kill them for killing her trainer. Len just shrugged, not really caring for his own train of thought. He had also seen a shadow on the edge of the beach, unfortunately he had been unable to see what had cast it. His senses through years of training and countless assassinations were sharpened quite expertly, but in the end he was still just a Roselia. It wasn't like he had the amazing ability to smell, like Arcanine, or the sharp eyes of a Pidgeot. Training can only make up for so much your physical body lacks.

Lennor chuckled at the way Aerith was acting, so on edge just because of a few new faces. He reached out and began poking at her with one of his roses, which too which she immediately began trying to swat away. "Haha! Calm down love, I'm only playing. You just look like if you tense anymore you will shatter." Aerith turned around and popped him on the back of the head, a firm glare across her face. She was lucky that his Poison Point didn't get her that time, but then again that had never stopped her from hitting him before. "Don't call me that," Aerith replied gruffly.

When the creature finally beached, further down the coast, both the Axew and the Roselia were shocked to see that they both missed the tiny candle down there. A Litwick, on an island, near the surf? Wasn't he worried? Aerith's natural protective nature started to kick in and she made her way down to the serpent that had emerged and the Litwick. The closer the duo got, they were able to see that the creature Aerith had spotted out in the sea was a strangely colored Milotic, but what was that strange thing on his head?

Lennor's nasty streak was rearing its ugly head just as they got close enough to introduce themselves, and he promptly shoved Aerith at the pair which caused her to fall. She landed face down in the sand, and when she rose she coughed and sputtered as the abrasive specs coated her throat and tongue. "Damn it Len!" she cried, shooting up and raising her fist at the flowery male. "Why would you go and do that?" Lennor just gave her a grin and shrugged nonchalantly. "How else would I know if he's hostile? I don't have to outrun him, babe, I just have to outrun you."

The look that crossed over the Axew's face was one of pure hate, but she forced it back down to turn back to the Milotic and the Litwick. "Feel free to eat him if you want," she told them, pointing behind her back to Lennor, enjoying the look that came over his face. She would never let them, of course, but just once she wanted to get back at Lennor for all the crap he put her through. "Forgive our intrusion, but I saw you out there and wanted to see if you needed any help. I'm Aerith, and that idiot back there is Lennor."

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Citadark Isle || Evening [2]

Seneca’s calculating gaze wandered across the pokémon, his hiding spot providing an ideal view of the beach to present him with something alike to a silent theatrical production. But already, the cast had expanded, the appearance of a small, hovering creature only distinguishable by the orange flame serving as a beacon. Unsurprisingly, the pokémon soon moved to gather around the light source – first the milotic, followed by the plant and axew that the zoroark had previously been watching. The duo seemed to be acquainted; the faint sounds of bickering only just audible to the canine as the axew was shoved face first into the sand. An amused smirk touched Seneca’s features at the sight, a part of him tempted to join the gathering of what appeared to be relatively harmless survivors.

But before Seneca could contemplate his options any further, the sound of claws against rock sent shivers down his spine. The sound was alarmingly close, the canine’s body falling rigid as he risked a glance over his shoulder. He saw the source in an instant – a great, vulture-type creature perched on the nearby cliff. Fear was rushing through the zoroark’s veins, his eyes natural sophisticated gleam replaced by one of terror. Had he been seen? Gulping, the dark-type remained motionless, his neck stretched uncomfortably as he stared up, his gaze unwavering, at the mandibuzz. Seneca’s mouth was already dry, the instinctual concern of being considered an easy meal bombarding his thoughts to silence whatever positivity he could muster from such an appearance. The bird certainly looked the kind to fear, but then again, that was a common stereotype for his own species. Whilst slick and familiarized with the name ‘git’, Seneca could never be considered scary – especially in his current state.

As the silence drew out, the zoroark tentatively licked his lips, eyes flicking back to the congregation on the beach. If the bird hadn’t already spotted him, she would certainly see him when he finally chose to move and as the pain from straining his neck gradually grew, the zoroark knew that would only be a matter of time. Sucking up his concern, he substituted his apprehension for a false, well-rehearsed smile across his swirled muzzle.
“Erm, hello?” Seneca called, his voice betraying his previously upper-class life to sharply contrast his bedraggled appearance. Shifting around to face the mandibuzz’s perch, feeling particularly small to the dark-type, the canine shuffled awkwardly on the spot. “I-I didn’t see you there, miss,” The fear was beginning to seep back into his tone, the canine’s body subconsciously tensing in preparation for a battle. He could only hope that this stranger didn’t meet the ferocity that her physical appearance already boasted.
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As the giant vulture continued to observe, she soon found herself distracted by a figure near her. Fur ragged and matted with the falling rain. Joy only lifted the Sawsbuck skull on her head slightly, getting a better view of the newcomer. The Zoroark had smiled, his original frown gone. “Erm, hello?” the Mandibuzz admits, she was surprised. This dark-type's voice was much more... Refined than what his looks said. Perhaps he had simply encountered many undead... But this species is notorious for illusions, maybe he's trying to make himself look more pitiful?

“I-I didn’t see you there, miss,” His voice snapped her out of her thoughts, causing the behemoth to glance down at the fox. "I hadn't see you there either." she mumbled, inspecting the Zoroark carefully. "Must've had one hell of a beating, in that state you're in." Joy scoffs, annoyed at how weak and frail he looked. "What happened to you? Undead?" The vulture takes mental note that if his attackers were undead, to make sure distance is kept between the two. She didn't want to catch the virus, at least, not yet.
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Calcifer cursed himself for being so careless. Of course his shouting would attract more than the serpant! Of course his flame would attract everything on the island. He was the only lightsource he knew of, after all. Regardless. As long as none of the newcomers had tried to kill him, they were allies. For the moment. Calcifer decided he would answer the serpant's questions first. "I was hunting for food, and ghosts have to go pretty far out of their way to get sick." He meant it as a joke -he wasn't sure if it was true or not, but it held well for him-, but it wouldn't hurt to show himself to have some immunity.

Calcifer took the small green creature's proposition literally. After all, being in such close proximity allowed Calcifer to consume tiny portions of their energy. Even if they never noticed it, it made a very large difference to him. "My name is Calcifer, and just by being here you've done me all the help I've needed in days." Let it sound cryptic, he could use that to his advantage.
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While most of his attention was on the candle before him, two creatures appeared, coming across the beach toward him. Finnick quickly recognized them as the duo he'd spotted earlier on the beach, the axew and roselia. His sea-splashed eyes narrowed as the roselia shoved the dragon into the ground, which the latter did not take to very well. He muttered something about merely needing to outrun her, and the milotic's mind was set. He needed to watch that plant.

"Feel free to eat him if you want," she told them, pointing behind her back to the roselia, her tone exasperated and irritable. 'I'd know better than to eat a thorn like that...' he mumbled in the safety of his own mind. Pokemon like that were better off encased in ice and set off into the sea to drown. At least... that's how he'd taken care of them before.

"Forgive our intrusion, but I saw you out there and wanted to see if you needed any help," the axew continued, breaking Finnick's harsh thoughts of her plant companion. "I'm Aerith, and that idiot back there is Lennor."

The candle was soon to answer his question, though. "I was hunting for food, and ghosts have to go pretty far out of their way to get sick." Finnick gave a small chuckle at the little comment, but kept his attention focused on the plant in his peripheries. While not looking directing at "Lennor", he still wanted to keep an eye on the poisonous plant. "My name is Calcifer, and just by being here you've done me all the help I've needed in days."

Unsure of what that meant, Finnick nodded. Aerith, Lennor and Calcifer, eh? "I'm Finnick. Good to see you're all friendly.. I was worried." He gave a small laugh, but was abruptly interrupted by the sky roaring viciously, a bright flash of lightning illuminating the sky. Finnick's expert eyes roamed over the lashing sea, quickly understanding that the waters were too hostile. The winds picked up, bringing more force to the stinging rain that pelted the beach, turning the sand to mud. It was an ugly sight, and by how black the sky was, it wasn't going to get much better. Even the lapping waves were getting more and more aggressive.

"...We need to find shelter," he said, glancing to the others. "This beach is going to end up underwater with the waves getting like this. Anyone spot a cave or something higher up?" He looked up, blinking against the rain, looking back over the broken dome that sat up at the gloomy peak. It was obviously man-made, which meant... "...Anyone see a door?"

His eyes continued along the craggy skyline, spotting a strange shape amongst the pointed peaks of the island. What was that...?


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Lennor's eyes narrowed dangerously at the implications of the small candle floating nearby. What exactly did he mean by they had already helped them? Aerith and himself had only just arrived to greet him and Len knew for damn sure he never lifted a petal to help anyone. He didn't trust this little flicker of fire, not just because he was a fire but because he wasn't sure just how much you could trust someone with the name Calcifer.

Aerith, however, smiled warmly at the small candle. She knew what a Litiwick was, and knew how they fed. As long as he didn't go crazy on her she was fine with supporting his little habit, though the longer she kept Lennor from knowing the better. He would either flip his shit, or try getting the small ghost to eat her in her sleep. Neither would prove to be a good scenario. The Milotic introduced himself as Finnick, and Aerith was about to tell him that she really liked that name when a loud rash of thunder rolled overhead.

The sky was getting dark, the clouds over the sea made the water look black and wicked. She turned to address the group when Finnick beat her to it. "...We need to find shelter. This beach is going to end up underwater with the waves getting like this. Anyone spot a cave or something higher up?" He saw the dome on top of the mountain, the one she and Len had been trying to get to all week, and hoped maybe he would have an answer. "...Anyone see a door?" Oh well.

Lennor knew where Aerith was going to go with the Milotic's suggestion for shelter. He rushed over to grab her, to stop her from offering away their only hiding place, but he was too late. "Len and I have been staying in the caverns that run inside the volcano, we can take shelter there. As for the dome, I've been trying to find a way in for a week, but there is only so much searching I can do by myself." With the last part of that sentence she shot a glare to Lennor, who just crossed his arms and turned his nose at her. She was acting like he was lazy, but he wasn't. He just didn't feel like wasting time on a pointless cause. Who was to say the humans even made a door? They could very well have used an aerial entrance to get to the dome.

Aerith picked up her fish and began trekking back towards the mountain, motioning for everyone to follow her as she started to climb up to their cave entrance. Lennor glared at her retreating form and as he looked to see if the others were going to follow her, he saw Finnick looking further up the mountainside. He had spotted the Mandibuzz it seemed, and it looked like the shadow from the forest had joined her. Well, if she was going to invite the creepy candle then he was going to invite a party of his own.

He sent out a Magical Leaf, which was picked up by the wind and sent to dance in front of the duo. With his sexiest smirk he paraded the shimmering leaves in front of them before dispelling them to the winds. "Unless you two just enjoy piercing rain and hurricane force winds, I suggest joining us inside!" Not only would he get to piss off Aerith if they accepted, but he would get to rub it in her face that she had never even noticed the Mandibuzz. With that pleasant thought in mind he turned his focus back to his companion and began to follow her inside.
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"I hadn't seen you there either. Must've had one hell of a beating, in that state you're in. What happened to you? Undead?"

Seneca’s ears flicked back, annoyed as the vulture spoke. Who was she to criticize him!? With that creepy skull on her head and the notorious ‘beauty’ of her species, the zoroark was slightly offended that she had instantly picked up on his bedraggled appearance. Then again, he couldn’t deny that he had stopped caring. His body relaxing, he looked himself over. He saw a stranger. The Seneca he knew was immaculately groomed, silky fur, a human fragrance mingled with his natural scent and famed for his popularity amongst the ladies. The canine that had taken his place was matted, injured and had given up on life. His expression fell, a certain sadness emerging in him at the realization of how pitiful he had truly become.

His cold, blue eyes returning back to the avian, Seneca ushered a half-hearted smile.
“Is it that bad?” The canine replied with a forced chuckle, the disappointment hideously apparent in his aristocratic tone despite his attempts at making light of the situation. He sighed, shuffling on the spot as he contemplated an explanation. She looked wild, probably too simple to understand the human world in which he was born and raised.
“Let’s just say I got fired,” Seneca’s words were true, the bitterness that suddenly emerged hinting that it evoked painful memories. “I showed some compassion and the human thought I should die for it,” The frown that suddenly flourished over his face said it all, his lips curling back in disgust as the memory of the traumatic attempt on his life. The ungrateful bastard. After everything he’d done – all those years as a member of the family, all that training to evolve, all his work in the tournament – he’d made one mistake, an act of kindness and the man had condemned him to death.

Controlling his growing anger before it could overwhelm him, Seneca’s scowl returned to the bird.
“What’s your story, then?” Seneca questioned somewhat demandingly, his temper flaring at having to dwell on the past. He cleared his throat, realizing how bitterly his words had emerged. Ashamed, he looked away. “Sorry,” His voice was controlled now, softer as he grew determined to keep his composure, presenting the avian with his signature smirk. He wasn’t going to become one of those barbarians – he wasn’t a wild pokémon. “I mean, what’s with all the bones? Rather macabre, don’t you think?”

The sudden appearance of colourful leaves flittering pleasantly in the wind would have usually been a sight Seneca would have admired – his reaction now, was the complete opposite. Alarmed, hackles raised, the zoroark embodied his natural instinct to retreat at the sight of the attack. Although harmless, meant only as an attractive spectacle, the canine wasted no time in slipping back into the shadows, eyes frantically searching for the magical leaf’s source. His illusory abilities kicked in, betraying the canine’s tragic flaw. His attempts at producing an illusion of a bush had spectacularly failed. He remained in clear view behind a dull, flickering image that only succeeded in casting an emerald light on his battered form. The disappointment written on the canine’s face was heartbreaking.

"Unless you two just enjoy piercing rain and hurricane force winds, I suggest joining us inside!"

Seneca’s blue orbs found the roselia, his fear instantly washed away at the creature’s nonchalant, almost alluring demeanour. Exchanging an uneasy glance with the creepy vulture, the canine remained motionless, watching silently as the stranger trotted away. He certainly seemed peppier than the bird and judging from his little ‘performance’, the dark-type harboured a suspicion that he’d had experience with humans. Calmer, Seneca straightened himself out, his faulty illusion dismissed with an abrupt flick of his head.
“I suppose we go,” The canine spoke quietly, not entirely sure of himself. Whilst he was hesitant about joining the group from the beach, the grass-type had a point. Last time he’d checked, he wasn’t particularly keen on piercing rain and hurricane force winds. With a final glance at the mandibuzz, he cautiously followed the roselia, his limp emphasizing his already fatigued gait.

Seneca finally emerged to witness the gathering in the process of entering the large mountainous structure of the island. He caught glimpse of the flower’s disappearing form, suddenly fearful that this might be some kind of set-up. Hastily looking around, his slim body tensing once more, the zoroark’s eyes soon fell onto the water-serpent that had attracted the whole troupe of pokémon in the first place. His glacier eyes widened. Now the milotic was at a closer distance, an ugly recognition soon flourished in the zoroark’s mind. Of all the creatures to meet, it had to be a tournament victor.
“Finnick…” Seneca mumbled in a whisper, his heartbeat accelerating as he stared terrified at the majestic shiny before him. The milotic had competed in the months after his ‘firing’ and whilst not actively evolved in the competition, Seneca had religiously followed the games he adored. Finnick had won those monstrous battles for a reason, his power unquestionable. Seneca’s mouth was dry, his body frozen. He was caught in the headlights, utterly lost for words. Praying that his infamy remained a mystery, the gamemaker mustered a weak smile. “Um… hello…”
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"Let’s just say I got fired. I showed some compassion and the human thought I should die for it,” The Vulture listened, raising a brow. Looking towards the fox she could see the frown that was plastered to his face, radiating with disgust. "You have my condolences." her words were strained, the Mandibuzz wasn't used to being kind in any way but the giant bird didn't need a two-legged fox in a worse mood than he already was. “What’s your story, then?”

The demanding tone of voice made Joy whip her head around from where she surveyed the distance, ruffling her feathers up in annoyance. The Zoroark cleared his throat, apologizing. “Sorry. “I mean, what’s with all the bones? Rather macabre, don’t you think?” With a brief nod of forgiveness, she spoke. "For almost my whole life I was an owned Pokemon, well, until a while ago where my trainer decided to drop dead on me. After that I began to fly around until I found this place, which has been... Decently comfy so far. she smiled, the visible parts of her beak curved upwards. "As for the bones... Some may call them junk. Me? I call them art. You can do wonders with a few talons and a skull." The Mandibuzz tapped the Sawsbuck skull with a talon, gently tracing the complex carvings etched on it. "It's a lot more fun than it sounds... Well, except maybe the part where you have to actually get the bones." she laughs.

When shimmering leaves began to dance in front of the duo, Joy titled her head, watching them glow in the darkness of the clouds. The fox had, however, had become alarmed, slipping away into the shadows while Joy stayed put, tracing the foliage back to it's owner... The walking flower. "Unless you two just enjoy piercing rain and hurricane force winds, I suggest joining us inside!" Ooh, decent shelter? I'm in. Besides, she was getting sick of all this rain, her feathers were too soaked now. Exchanging a glance with the dark-type, she smiled.

“I suppose we go,” she smirks. "Why the hell not? I like that plant already." Joy waited for Seneca to go first, before following behind with her little bird-hop. Noticing the fox stop and state at the water-serpent, she shrugged it off, going ahead and following where the Roselia was headed. "I'm Joy, and you are?" she called out at Lennor, starting to catch up.
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Finnick let out a small breath of relief when the axew quickly informed him of caves they stayed in, which would probably be large enough to house not only the duo, but all of the strange group that had acrued on the shore. Even as the dragon spoke, others in the distance were coming. One he recognized as a Mandibuzz- he had met a formidable opponent during the Games- and a zoroark. It was a mangy thing, beaten and limping, and for a moment the milotic vaguely wondered if it was the bird's doing.

"Finnick..."

The fox's mouth had moved, drawing the milotic's gaze, and for a moment, they locked eye contact. Finnick's relaxed mouth slowly turned downward as his eyes studied the zoroark's face. How did he know his name? Why that look? Obviously, there was more to this zoroark than met the eye, especially his strange red markings. Even when the fox offered a strained, awkward greeting, Finnick only stared at him longer, before nodding his head.

"...Evening. See you heard our introductions, huh?" he replied over the howling winds and rain, confident smile back on, the darker expression washed from his face. He nodded to the bird, Joy, as her name was, and grinned at her choice of skulls. "Skulls are all the rage, aren't they?" he asked, nodding to her own antlered skull. "They're just so gosh darn comfortable."

He glanced over the group and nodded to himself, turning back to Aerith. "Looks like this is what we've got. Go ahead and lead us into the caves; at least to just ride out the storm. We won't be able to do anything once it actually gets here..." A crash of lightning hit somewhere in the sea, its roar not far behind. "...In about five minutes." He was about to follow when a flash of white and blue caught his eye, bringing his attention back to the angry sea.

A dratini was there, being pulled back out to the ocean whence it probably came. His first instinct was to let him be; this new era was all to familiar of the Games, and every pokemon was out on his own. Still, his better self scolded him for such thinking. 'Here you are, with five other survivors and you let one have the embarrassing death of drowning in its own waters? Shame, Finnick.' He frowned, and despite his rigid instincts built for saving his own life, he turned back to Aerith. "There's someone caught in those waves; I'll be right back. Start heading to the caves!"

While his movements were a little awkward on land, once back in the water, he moved effortlessly, allowing the current to drag him out toward the helpless dratini. Maybe he would get lucky and it would be some girl to fall in love with him because of this... Heh. If he considered that lucky.

It took next to no time to get to the little dragon snake, and he soon discovered it was a male; whether he was disappointed, he really wasn't too sure, but nevertheless, there was a job to do. [color=#36DBCA]"Just don't fight me, buddy," he called, keeping his position and therefore, keeping the dratini still. "Gonna get you back to land before you fry out here." He clamped his mouth around the snake's neck and began to fight his way back to shore, much like he had the first time.

The waves were much more violent than he had fought, and with the added weight, it was more difficult by ten fold. Still, he was very much a survivor, and he'd learned to ignore his aching muscles when it was his -and another's- life on the line. For an aching ten minutes he fought, nearly three times the time it took to get there. However, he finally made it back to the wet sands, letting the dratini fall from his jaws. "...You ok?" he asked, breathless, moving his now sore, tight jaw to and fro.


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Aerith turned around when she realized Lennor wasn't following her only to see him dancing some leaves high up the cliff face. She had no idea what he was doing until he began shouting and then two figures began to make their way to him. One was the shape of the shadow she had seen earlier, but where the hell had the giant bird come from? As they drew near she was able to see that the shadow had been a Zoroark and following that was a Mandibuzz. She shivered a little at the sight of all the trophies dangling from the morbid creature, but put on a stony expression to hide and trace of fear. It wouldn't do well to let Len know she was rattled.

As Len made it to the mouth of their cave the Zoroark arrived right behind him, and seemed to know the strangely colored Milotic. Even knew his name, but for some reason Finnick didn't seem to catch that. "...Evening. See you heard our introductions, huh?" 'No Finnick, he wasn't anywhere where he could have heard us,' she thought to herself, a deep frown crossing her face. 'The winds were too strong. This guy has to know him, and hopefully Finnick will realize who he is, and that the stranger proves friendly.'

The Mandibuzz soon followed, shouting her own greeting before actually making it to them. "I'm Joy, and you are?" The Axew quickly snatch up Len before he could answer and tossed him unceremoniously into the cave. "You stay where you can't cause any trouble!" she hissed at him, turning back to greet the strangers. "I'm Aerith, the tragically misguided one is Lennor. It's him who invited you, and I'll have no problem with it as long as no one causes any trouble. The last thing anyone needs is more death around here." She could here Lennor shouting something at her from inside, something that sounded like 'bitch', but Aerith just smirked and ignored him, turning to talk to the dark bird and fox. "I caught your name Miss Joy, but I didn't hear yours?"

"There's someone caught in those waves; I'll be right back. Start heading to the caves!" Aerith's expression turned to one of horror and she nodded quickly to the serpant, ushering everyone inside. "The storm is getting worse, everyone get inside. I'm sure Finnick will join us soon." As she made her way inside, Lennor darted out of the shadows and dragged her into them, away from the prying eyes of the rest of the group. He was behind her, and had a hold of Aerith's arm, twisting it behind her and hissing into her ear. "I said, 'Quit answering for me, Bitch!'" Lennor was through playing games with the Axew, it was time she knew that he was more dangerous than she gave him credit for.

At her swift nod Lennor released her and he made his way back out to the others, a casual smirk completely covering the fact that he had been closer than the Axew would admit to just killing her right then and there. He had his skills as an assassin after all, he knew how to work without being seen, and he enjoyed every moment of the horrified look she had given him. "It's so nice to see everyone getting along in a crisis, isn't it?" he mentioned casually, taking a seat inside the caves as they waited on Finnick. As he looked around at their odd little gathering the Roselia couldn't help but think that this group was going to be fun.
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The vulture’s story was a little more unusual than Seneca had expected – he’d been convinced that she was one of the primal beasts that he’d effectively avoided all his life. Wild pokémon simply made his skin crawl. Knowing that the eerie appearance was just a misplaced sense of beauty and that the bird had once been owned after all set the battered zoroark at ease. He managed a polite smile as she defended her beloved skulls, though he could hardly share her opinions.

Returning to his current situation, Seneca found himself staring, quite frankly terrified up at another skull-wearing creature – Finnick. However, when the milotic finally spoke, the fox’s cold heart slowed in its erratic pace. He was pleasant, almost welcoming whilst subconsciously offering the canine a means of explaining his initial reaction.
“Um, yes,” He grasped at the lie, a smile disguising his rising panic. “Sorry, I thought it rude to approach you all,” Uneasy, he risked a glance to the creatures about him. As long as the damn vulture kept her beak shut he would make an excellent recovery. There was no recognition in Finnick’s eyes – he needn’t be enlightened. As the others soon made their introductions, the zoroark’s body instantly relaxed, the welcoming vibe quickly easing his nerves. His smile was false – rehearsed enough to prove sincere.

"I caught your name Miss Joy, but I didn't hear yours?”

Looking to the axew, Aireth, Seneca’s icy eyes betrayed that same flicker of fear. What if Finnick knew? Shuffling uncomfortably on the spot, he filled the silence with an awkward laugh whilst his mind worked frantically, desperate to keep his skin safe and identity unknown. Fortunately, a miracle struck. The milotic slithered away, announcing his intentions to rescue a doomed soul trapped in the fearsome waves. Thank. God. A wave of relief swept over the bedraggled canine, watching, almost smug, as the tournament victor left their presence. Although, he was by no means safe from judgement. Just because he had delayed the serpent’s inevitable discovery, it still left him with the remaining group, apparently awaiting an answer. He would be unable to uphold the lie forever. His mouth twisting uncomfortably, he sighed in defeat.
“It’s Seneca,” The dark-type’s smile was gone now, his expression a curious mix of pride and apprehension. Contrary to popular belief, Seneca was proud of who he was – what he had once been. He walked with an air of superiority, his expression smug yet tarnished by his dishevelled appearance – his health, his fear, was his true downfall. Had they met him a year earlier, his incredible pomposity would have flourished.

Obediently following the group into the cave, the zoroark risked a final glance over his shoulder – his cruel eyes searching for the milotic’s powerful form amongst the waves, before he hurried on. Whilst the creature unnerved him to no end, the canine was very much aware of his dire situation. He needed these survivors. As dangerous as the company may seem, however feral, Seneca saw no alternative. He would die alone. Stifling a gulp at the humbling thought, he flashed a weak smile at the flower-creature, Lennor, as he spoke.
”Have you been here long? This island, I mean,” Always craving for a more normal world, Seneca was eager to indulge in small talk with these creatures. Whilst he mainly addressed the flower dragon duo, his gaze soon wandered to the other gathered creatures. He didn’t care who answered, who replied, as long as the silence was put to an end. Despite his somewhat unpleasant history, the zoroark could never deny his place as a people-person. How he’d survived so long without company was quite astonishing, so now that he was in the presence of a group, he was eager to make up for lost time.
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After what he thought to be a rather heroic deed, the dratini only seemed mildly interested that he was still alive. "Huh. Close one, right?" ...What? "Thanks for the help. Guess the storm was just jealous and wanted to keep me all to itself." The comment made Finnick smirk a bit, but the expression fell as quickly as it had risen when the dragon turned and began slithering away. "Well, I'll be on my way then. Peace out," he called.

One of Finnick's eyes twitched with vexation, and he swiftly slithered in front of the dratini. He did not just nearly drown himself to save a guy that would turn around and undo that hard work. "Don't you understand?" Finnick called over the storm, the tide already swelling and splashing them. "This entire beach is about to be underwater, and I didn't just go out there and save you just for you to go out and drown five minutes later." Still... He glanced to the others, who were close to the caves now, and let out a sigh. "But... if you want to stay out here and die, then fine. Can't stop you." He slithered back toward the others as quickly as he could muster, the sand undulating with his serpentine form. He reached the others quickly, catching their conversation.

"Have you been here long? This island, I mean," the dark fox inquired, and Finnick could only guess he was talking to the dragon and plant. He was curious for the answer himself, and so remained quiet. He took his spot near the edge of the group, putting the dratini out of his mind. If he wanted to die, then he wasn't stopping him... after all, that was just how things worked now. Like a never-ending arena.


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”Have you been here long? This island, I mean," the Zoroark, introduced as Seneca, asked as they returned. Considering what had just happened, Aerith couldn't help but shoot a nervous glance at Lennor who in return offered a snide smile. She was angry that she had let the flower get the better of her, but she had to admit that she was guilty of underestimating him. She had truly begun to believe his act, that he was truly a lazy good-for-nothing, and it had almost cost her. For someone so flamboyantly colored he sure had mastered hiding in the shadows. And that really pissed her off.

Aerith tossed down a bundle of sticks for a fire as she sat down next to Seneca, waving a hand at Lennor to get him to answer the question. While she waited for him to begin she used a small piece of flint and her claws to make the sparks to start a fire. As the flames began to lick at the kindling she turned her gaze to Lennor, almost as though she were daring him with the fire. The Roselia simply smiled and cleared his throat. "We've been here for over a week now, crashed on the pretty little ship laying broken on the far side of the beach. We never saw another soul until today, and suddenly here you all are!" His eyes narrowed dangerously as he gazed into the fire back at the Axew, shifting once to glance at Finnick as he came inside. "Amazing how that works, isn't it?"

Aerith huffed angrily and threw the stick she had been stoking the fire with into the pile, sending a few stray sparks flying. "Excuse me, everyone." She nodded to Finnick as he settled in before walking past him to go back to the mouth of the cavern. Once there, she leaned against the wall to watch as the storm raged outside, letting its wrath wrap around her own and carry it away. It was strange how something as violent as a hurricane could have such a calming effect on a troubled mind. 'Why do I let him get to me?' she wondered. 'If it wasn't for me would be dead, even he knows that. So what caused this sudden shift?' The only correlation was the arrival of the new faces, and suddenly it struck her.

He was going to try and use them to get off the island, without her.

Lennor must think he need her anymore so now she was fair game! Aerith's fists clenched so tightly blood began to drip down her hands onto the ground. Lennor had used up his one chance, so if he thought that he was going to get rid of her without a fight then flower boy had another thing coming. "I'd like to see him try and take me on," she muttered to the winds. It wasn't in her nature to leave someone in need, so she had helped Len back on the ship, and even now he was still struggling to survive just like the rest of them. So, for now, he was still under her care. But the second he tried anything, he was toast.
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"We've been here for over a week now, crashed on the pretty little ship laying broken on the far side of the beach. We never saw another soul until today, and suddenly here you all are!" Amazing how that works, isn’t it?”

A genuine smile crawled over Seneca’s muzzle, his eyes relaxed at the amiability and surprising normality of his company. They had been happy to answer his enquiry, replying politely and light-heartedly to set the fearful canine at ease. His entire body soon eased, moving to rest on his haunches as his cold eyes volleyed between the flower-creature and its companion fuelling a small fire. They seemed a rather unlikely duo, seemingly friendly though the dragon’s tenseness suggested that there might be far more to their relationship. Regardless, Seneca could currently find no fault in them.

The appearance of that same familiar face, Finnick, was enough to sap the zoroark of his comfort. Aware that any sudden movements might seem suspicious, his body merely tensed in his sitting position, eyes soon averted to the flickering flames in a bid to ensure that they never met the water-serpent’s own.
“Uh… yes, amazing,” Seneca muttered hesitantly in reply to Lennor. The shift in his character was remarkable despite his attempts at keeping calm. The fact that a tournament survivor was within striking distance was something he simply could not ignore – his instincts practically screaming at him to flee. Stifling a gulp he resorted to rubbing his paws together as a means of distracting himself. Seneca hardly bothered to look to the axew as she excused herself, though the depths of his brain noted that she had pleasant enough manners. Of course, the observation was effectively suppressed, the zoroark’s concern for his own safety gradually building beneath the surface.

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