The NEW BARK Team

The Manectric drops to his fore paws, resting his head against the cool metal door to try and better hear the distorted echoing of the taps.
The sound definitely has some rhythm to it but whatever deeper meaning the sequence of taps has is escaping him.
Under his breath Javolt growls.
What is Taki playing at?
"Knock it off prisoner!" He growls aloud, smashing the door heavily with his paws as a warning.
That Dewott was nothing but trouble.

"Yikes!" mirror squeeked, looking at the door: the presence of the Infection was more present than ever for Taki, as he was turning into a savage.

"I-I don't know..." said the Psychic type, turning towards Javolt.

"Should we give him food? I-I mean, what if he jumps on us o-or worse?"

Mirror was worried, but he knew that Taki was somehow still a Pokemon, and that he didn't want to become like this. But, there was no choice...

"Relax, I've got this." Javolt says as he back away from the deranged Dewott's loud pounding punctuated by the loud splashing sounds of the multiple water pulse attacks.
The electric type stands, fixing Mirror with a serious icy blue glare.
"Do not under any circumstances open that door while I am gone." He orders, making sure his full authority is in the statement.
The Wobuffet seemed to be a bundle of nerves as evidenced by his tendency to stutter but the Inpsector wanted to know the Psychic type would obey his command.
Without an explanation as to where he is going the Discharge Pokemon strides off down the corridor to the part of the pokecenter he knew the human's kept their food.

Mirror immediately froze as Javolt said to him to stay still...and to not open the door.

"Well, I wouldn't do that anyway!" as soon as the Manectric was gone, Taki started yelling and laughing from the other side of the cell, causing Mirror to squeak in fear.

He sat on the floor, looking at the door, repeating to himself:

"Ok, don't panic...he will be back soon...nothing to fear...c-calm down...h-he can't escape..."

With a growl Javolt nudges his way through the human sized door to the darkened room where the food was kept.
A few knocked over boxes and marks in the dust are proof of where the Dewott had been before to retrieve the berries.
Javolt sniffs around, using his Odor Slueth to seek out what he is lloking for in the gloom.
The power in here was spotty at best but in an innoculous brown paper sack he found what he was looking for.
The Manectric's jaws easily cut through the flimsy paper and the dried pokemon food spills out.
He sniffs at the spilt food before taking a bite himself.
It is dry and obviously made of some form of replacement meat but Taki isn't going to worry about lack of water.
Javolt's main concern now is getting the pokefood to him without Taki escaping.
Bracing his paws against the cold stone he takes a grip on the bag and tugs hard. It slides across the ground but it is still too heavy.
The Inspector jumps up on a pile of stacked boxes, snuffling around until he finds what he needs. An old tin can.
Shaking the can to make sure its empty the electric type dips it into the bag and tightens his jaws around it, carrying the container in his teeth as he drags it along the the corridors back to the sounds of unfolding madness from the fridge.
"He alright?" He asks the Wobufffet rather muffledly.

"Y-yes, he's alright...well...he's alright a-as an Infected can be..." the Wobbuffet kept shaking to the creepy noises coming from Taki's cell.

The Dewott was becoming crazier and crazier, and Mirror's fear of him breaking out of the cell was becoming stronger.

"P-please, tell me you have the food, sir..." he said, looking towards the Manectric with hope.

In response to the Wobuffet's inquiry the Manectric drops the can down a fraction to show the Psychic type the dry meal inside. A thin stream of the pinkish hue food trickles onto the ground.
"Get ready..." He says, putting a paw on the doorframe. With one swift moment he pulls open the door and swiftly tosses the can inside.

Mirror started feeling calm once again, hoping that Taki would calm down after the food.

But of course, fear kept hunting him: Taki started talking to him from the other side of the door. He wanted to talk with the Psychic type...why?

"Eeeeep!" the Wobbuffet squeeked in fear, shivering, while looking at the wall. "W-What is is? Oh please don't eat me! U-us Wobbuffets are di-different, I-I assure you!"

Pulling back his furred lip to show his black gums the Electric Type near silently moves to the Wobuffet's side.
Should the Dewott try to attack he would immediately be put back on the offensive.
As it was he was being exceedingly accomidating by his standards by not simply tearing the infected Water Type limb from limb right now.
Without a word to the blue Psychic type he sits beside Mirror, hoping his muscled and scarred bulk would be a comfort to the nervous Wobuffet.
"Speak then..." Javolt barks, starting to groom.

The Wobbuffet listened quietly at Taki's story. He felt his heart sank, as he realized how much was painful to him to "live", if one could call that story "life".

"I-I'm sorry for this, Taki. I'm honest." Mirror said, walking towards the wall. "I wish I could help you...but I can't..." suddendly, the Wobbuffet realized something: the Dewott was acting completely different from a few moments ago. It was like he kept changing from Infected to Survivor, and vice versa.

"W-why are you telling us this?"

"MIRROR! Something huge is coming! Go hide somewhere!"

Taki didn't need to say it twice: the Wobbuffet immediately ran away, making sure that Javolt followed him: there was a closet. Not exactly the most original place to hide, but it seemed safe to the Psychic Type.

"T-Taki, if it's that big you can't fight him! He'll kill you!"

Mirror listened quietly, holding his breath: he didn't felt Taki anymore, but he heard noises outside.
"What to do, what to do..." the thoughts of the Psychic type were abruptly disturbed, as he heard the screams of Taki. He was in danger!

The Wobbuffet slowly looked around, getting out of the closet: it didn't seemed a trap of the Dewott.
After taking the scalops of the Water-type, Mirror ran outside, gasping at the sight of Taki, who was getting overpowered by some Fearows. Infected Fearows.

Mirror didn't know what to do: was it worth risking his life for saving an Infected? The monsters who hunted him down, completely changing him?

"SKREEEEE!" Mirror snapped out of his trance, as one of the Flying types hitted him with an Aerial Ace, throwing away Taki's scalops.

"Oh...oh no you didn't!" becoming completely red from the anger, the Patient Pokemon ran towards the Fearow, using Counter: he quickly smashed the bird's head, breaking his neck: he killed him.
"W-what happened?"

He, Mirror, the cowardly Wobbuffet, killed an Infected.

Mirror watched happily as Taki defeated the Infected: truly, the Water type had a great ability.

When the Dewott came back, the Psychic type wasn't so sure how to act: afterall, he was still an Infected.
But, it wasn't time for thoughts. As Mirror raised his gaze, he shaked, looking at the Tyranitar, who was coming nearer and nearer.

Once again, the Wobbuffet quickly followed the orders, and ran towards a bush: now, everything was in Taki's hands.

"W-what's a Tyranitar doing here, anyway?"

Suddendly, the Sandstream ability of the Rock type activated: everything was wrapped in a sandstorm. The battle was on.

((woot, 25th post!))

Well, crap. Things weren't looking very bright: Taki slipped and only managed to freeze the legs of the Tyranitar, but he managed to charge Hyper Beam anyways.

Mirror didn't need to wait for anything else.

He rushed away from his bush, standing in front of the Rock/Dark type, arms wide open. He was sweating and shaking like a leaf, the only sight of the rock titan creating pure terror.

"T-Taki!", the Psychic type merely managed to say. "G-go away befo--"

BLAM.

It was too late. Mirror was struck by Hyper Beam: the pain he felt was enormous, as the Wobbuffet started shrieking in pain, feeling his skin burning.

"G-GO...AWAY!" soon after these words, the Patien Pokemon counter-attacked with Mirror Coat, as a shock wave crushed the Dark Pokemon, sending him flying away. Hopefully dead.

"Y-yaaay..." the Wobbuffet cheered, only for falling to the ground, unconscious.

The blinding stream of whirling sand that had completely blinded the Electric Type receeds with the defeat of the undead that had bought it, leaving Javolt to blink the dry gritty grains from his eyes and try and make sense of his surroundings. The piles of sand crunched under his paws as the Inspector loped towards the Wobuffet and Dewott as swiftly as his aging body could take him.
The attack of the undead invaders had torn away the Dewott's holding cell, leaving the water type free and although Taki seemed to have regained his sanity, if only temporarily distrust was Javolt's first responce.
Mirror was passed out from the force of countering the massive ground/dark type and in seconds the Manectric was crouching over the blue Psychic Type, carefully sniffing to make sure Mirror had not died.
"You're still under arrest prisoner." Javolt growls at Taki.