The VERDANTURF Team

Arashi watched as Dawnfang dealt with her brother, who he found hard to believe as they didn't even look alike. But because of his memory, he didn't even know if siblings always had to look alike. Maybe they really are blood related, who knows really.

Making sure Kibo didn't interfere with the fight, it seemed something else did, something that just, fell out of the sky and landed on Dawnfangs back. He knew she wouldn't be to happy about that, she never seemed to be happy about anything at this point. Though before he could really do anything, a large, something, came out of nowhere.

Arashi could tell it was undead from the first glance, its blue skin was turning the ghastly purple, and it had strands of red something around its legs. He didn't know what this pokemon was called, he didn't remember what a lot of pokemon where called. But Arashi felt the ground beneath him shake vigorously as the beast slammed it with its arms.

Being an electric type, this wasn't the greatest match up, and the shaking had cause the Luxio to lose his footing and fall to the ground where he dug his claws into the earth, hoping the shaking would stop soon.

((bad post...))

She was happy, for but a moment. Duskfang was, for the most part, her brother, lurking over to the younger Pokemon to speak to them. It satiated her flaring anger, settling it down to a warm ember, and Dawnfang visibly relaxed - they were safe, if but for a moment. She'd never tell any of them face-up, but she had grown to like these Pokemon; they'd already seen her bad side, and she hadn't even bothered trying to intimidate them, a habit she had taken up in the course of the epidemic. Maybe... for once I-

"ARCEUS FUCKING DAMMIT!" The Arcanine roared in defiance as some heavy duty and fucking heavy dragon fell on her back. Dawnfang bristled as the stupid shat seemed to have fainted, and with an angry huff she had dropped the Flygon next to her. "What the fuck did you do?" She yelled at the fainted Pokemon, a growl in the back of her throat. "What the living hell and fallen fucking angels do you want to get from falling on me? Is this some shitty sadistic joke?" But seeing as how, well, the Flygon was gone to the world, Dawnfang could only growl in her anger. Arceus be damned if this dragon was as crazy as Arceus the fucking Drapion.

But hold the fucking shit up! The plate of disaster and mayhem wasn't finished being served! Dawnfang could only grit her teeth and tighten her focus as a Swampert charged into the scene, its collision with the earth causing one hell of an Earthquake. The Legendary Pokemon's eyes instinctively flickered towards the direction of the others, and with a those same narrowed eyes Dawnfang brought them down to the Flygon, picking up the knocked out dragon. "You better get your act together, Flygon." The world was shaking around her, the entire area set to vibrate, but Dawnfang managed to make her way to the others with the Flygon safely on her back. Glaring daggers at the Swampert, she gave a sharp bark. "Ugly fucker!"

(OoC: I heard you liek Mudkipz. Get it? :D)

"ARCEUS FUCKING DAMMIT!" Duskfang immediately had a 'wtf' face as he whirled around towards his sister, only to find a Flygon had just landed on her - and somehow bounced off? - and unconscious. The Mightyena - confused on how that's even possible to get knocked out that second - snickered on the Arcanine's reaction, however, "What the fuck did you do?" She yelled at the fainted Pokemon, "What the living hell and fallen fucking angels do you want to get from falling on me? Is this some shitty sadistic joke?" As much as the Dark-type wanted to tell his sister to chill her ass, it simply kept it to himself.

It was unexpected, the ground suddenly rumbling, cracks began to form around the group's feet. Oh dear Arceus, this was bad. "Ugly fucker!" His sister hissed at the figure in the distance, Duskfang cursed at the fact his sight was fucking terrible, but suppressed a heavy sigh despite the situation they were in, "Arceus Dawnfang, really learn how to calm yer ass in this situation." Though he looked jokingly at his sister, it turned into glares at the figure in the distance, it was obviously bloody, and by the scent; undead. Great, another of his kind, except probably some bloodthirsty motherfucker.

The Oshawatt yelled something at the undead that Duskfung couldn't quite catch, but he was obviously annoyed at the Unova Starter for always taunting even though he was a weak one. But hey, he gives him points for his determination.

The Earthquake turned worse as the parts of the earth flung towards the group, Duskfang getting hit directly (his fault for drifting off in such a situation). The earth threw him at a tree directly on his back, the Mightyena felt a sickly crack come from his spine, wide-eyed at the fact he couldn't move. Using his eye to gaze at the scenery, he prayed that his sister would have the right mind to just run for it and ditch Duskfang to the hell he deserved (and make a great meal for the undead from afar).

((Skip, Chihiro is unconscious and can't do much.))

The Arcanine wanders through the woods of Route 117, lost and confused, not to mention dizzy because of running into unseen trees. He walks rather clumsily, hit scarf tied around his neck tightly and his brown fedora hung high on his head, tilted over his left ear. Pazu stumbled on bushes and other rubble, like sticks, on his way around the woods. His paws were tired and hurt because of stepping on so many rough surfaces, each one having at least on sharp point that he stepped on. Not once did he complain, though. Instead, he trudged on and continued moving forward in... East, West, South, or North. Yup, I'm most undoubtedly lost. 

Pazu hears the commotion of bird Pokemon flying about, then a rumble and slight shaking of the ground which caused him to fall on onto his stomach. The Legendary pokemon shakes his head, catching his hat and putting it back on with a flip of his head, Pazu was now covered in dirt, a feeling he did not enjoy at all. He shakes off the dirt on his fur and gets up onto his paws, a voice echoes through the forest. "Ugly fucker!" 

The earth shook again, this time he was prepared and went into a stance of protection, he didn't fall. Now interest in were these annoying tremors were occurring, he followed the supposed source and ran through the trees, lifting each paw up and swiftly pushing them back in a running motion. The Arcanine continues, the mumbled voices come closer, so does the smell of death and reek of rotting flesh. But mixed in with that smell was the scent of living pokemon, living Pokemon. Maybe he had lost it. Perhaps finally, after all this time, he had most spectacularly lost it? Pazu might as well find out, just in case he hadn't lost it and he was about to. 

Pazu ran farther to the source, and soon found the unpleasant scent, stronger than ever. An undead Feraligatr, the smell reeked and floating into his nose. Pazu almost gagged and stopped breathing for a second, he was still hidden in the bushes. He looked over to the other side to see a group of living Pokemon, and one, still smelly(yet not as bad as the other one) undead one. Pazu sighted an Oshawott, Mightyena, an unconscious Flygon, and... Another Arcanine? Dear Arceus, another Arcanine! He almost yelped in joy, yet he calmed down, trying not to blow his cover, oh what fun that would be if he did. The Arcanine quickly stalked the living Pokemon, sneaking through the trees until he reached the Pokemon. As he went in for a closer look, and as the pokemon fought the Undead Feraligatr, he triples on a stick, like an idiot, and fell out into the open, losing his cover.

"AW CRAP."

He sprawled on to the ground, hoping the Pokemon wouldn't try to kill him. Hoping intensely.

Drowned snarled, initiating another Earthquake. The rumbling of the ground sent dislodged rocks flying all ways, the giant Swampert grinning from fin-to-fin with malicious intent. It rushed forward to the Mightyena, he would take out rivals first. The water-type had an advantage on most of them, and he would certainly use that to win. He couldn't let anyone get in the way of his next meal. No one.

Only a metre or so away from the canine now, the Swampert roared with rage before leaping into the air, arm glowing. It was a Hammer Arm, and was heading straight to Duskfang's skull.

((I'm sorry, but Arashi isn't going to be doing anything this round, he is out of commission from that earthquack, being an electric type, and thus weak to the attack.))

((Skip, sadly I cannot do much unless someone reacts to Pazu. XD))

Drowned snarled and thrashed with blind rage, barely feeling the scallop that was used on him. The vein like appendages on his arms flung wildly in his fit, hands smashing at the ground and creating miniature craters. The Swanpert's eyes were glowing a fierce red, narrowing as his sight was stolen by the Buizel. The otter would be a delicious meal, it's tender flesh a delicacy he would consume.

He rushes towards the water Pokemon, teeth bared and crunching at the air with an insatiable hunger. In his mind he imagines him devouring the living, gnawing on fresh bones instead of the meager morsels he could salvage in the wild.

Arashi was finally able to get ahold of himself. He hated this pokemon, how it knew an attack he was weak against. A new pokemon joined the battle though, a orange pokemon with a yellow thing around its neck, a Buizel? A pokemon he couldn't remember and yet he knew its name, the Luxio truly hated when things like this happened. He wished he had all his memories back, at least then he wouldn't be so in the dark. But what if what he remembered, he forgot for a reason? It was all so confusing.

Shaking his head, Arashi turned back to the rampaging undead. He clenched his teeth in hate for it. He began to use his Charge, powering up his electric moves before he shot his Thunderbolt at the beast as it began to attack the water types.

[ooc: :c the only time I'm able to get onto EJ is midnight here, and by that time I'm hardly in a mood to write sobbbb. Skip kadfj;kldsf

let's just say that Dawnfang totally flipped her shit over the appearance of another Arcanine, and started using Fire Blast on the entire forest in her frustration against the undead (and realizing that her brother left). lkdjfasdlfja]

[[ ooc : Sadly, I have to skip. Suffering from terrible writers block.

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((I don't know what to have Arashi do, so please skip ono ))

"Fuck!" Tears were beginning to accumulate at the edge of Dawnfang's eyes, only adding to her annoyance. What the hell was happening? Stupid ass brother whom she made up with only moments ago ran away, and to add to that this Swampert thought it could take her on! The Arcanine hadn't noticed until now that the forest around her was burning - she also only noticed recently that the other Arcanine (fuuuuck this!) was looking at her with a strange look in his eyes, and the Flygon appeared to be having a panic attack.

Her eyes swept the field, blinking away the tears. "What the fuck are you looking at, huh?" She growled at Arashi, the Luxio standing off on the side. Dawnfang rounded on the other Arcanine, positive it was a clone, just like before. "Why'd you come back, huh? Who the fuck do you think you are, prancing up to me as if this were the first time we met? Well, fuck you too!" Flipping her mane aggressively, she too gave a death glare towards the green dragon. I don't need words to describe my distaste to this situation.

Dawnfang growled once again, pawing the ground and preparing to pounce on the infected Swampert, when she realized that the small Fennix was replaced with a stinking Buizel, whom seemed dead set on shielding the small Kibo. The water type was giving her a look - is he... is he challenging me? Oh, Dawnfang laughed at that. "I don't have time for this kind of thing." She chuckled darkly, flicking her fore paw in her anger.

She reared around, intent on taking out her frustration on the Swampert. "I've had enough shit to fuck for a full fucking year, Swampert." Her eyes glanced back towards... the other living Pokemon. "As for all of you, just get the fuck outta here before I burn you too!" With a satisfied grunt, Dawnfang burst towards the infected undead with an Extremespeed.

"Why'd you come back, huh? Who the fuck do you think you are, prancing up to me as if this were the first time we met? Well, fuck you too!"

Pazu looked into the other Arcanines eyes hard, but she quickly looked off back towards the undead Swampert, damnit! She began yelling nonsense, and the others, a Luxio who appeared to do nothing, a Buizel and Oshatwott, in which the Oshawott just ran over and clinged to the Arcanine's tails, pleading. He didn't rather care, all he cared about was that Arcanine. What the fuck is wrong with her? He shook his head, clearing his mind and taking a deep breath before saying out his feelings. ”I have never seen you in my entire life, and you think you can go bitching on my about it? Hm?” He was very displeased with what he had just said, but it hopefully didn’t matter as the Arcanine had already speed towards the Swampert with an Extremespeed.

Growling, he ran over towards her as fast as he could, swiftly dodging anything in his path. Managing to keep his fedora on his head, he stopped near the female Arcanine and yelled, "Hey! You think you can take that huge-ass this alone!" His tone had changed, why was he like this? Maybe it was because he had finally met other living pokemon – or just because he had finally lost his GentleCanine touch.

[(ooc: Short post is short. ;-;)]

Drowned roared, flailing and thrashing as a bright bolt of thunder hit him. However, the attack did absolutely nothing. Feeling the gentle tingle of energy the Swampert grinned, the futil attempts to stop him only fueling his rampage. The forest was set ablaze, fire dancing around all sides. Fire, an element that will succumb to him, he can destroy it. Glossy red eyes burned with flames that we're much stronger than the ones that pranced upon the trees, filled with hate and revenge. The undead inhaled despisal and exhaled it out into absolute fury.

An Extrenespeed knocked him sideways, losing footing and tumbling to the ground, but the giant wasn't done yet. Snarling and biting the axolotl lunged at the canine's figure, fleshy hands reaching to grab the Arcanine by the neck. Jaws bursting with liquid, Drowned let loose a close-range Hydro Pump at the dog, a wicked grin decorating the mutilated face. He will kill everyone and feast upon them, a toast to a companion once together but now separated.

He will make Xadian proud.

Arashi clenched his teeth as he saw this his attack was doing nothing. He was complete useless bargains this pokemon. His only none electric attack was tackle, and he was pretty sure that it wouldn't do much to the large water and ground type either. He couldn't do anything, nothing at all. "Why can't I know stronger attack that isn't electric." He said to himself, twitching the tip of his tail in frustration.

((Sorry for short post, but I really don't know what to have Arashi do ;-; ))

"What do you say we double team this thing? We can't in all honesty beat it seperately..."

"Hm... Your right, we don't have a chance alone." He puffed a bit of fire as he said this, annoyed. Where did this other Arcanine go? Looks like he would never know, but for know, he might as well follow the leader. The Buizel seemed to have more experience with undead than him, besides, Pazu hasn't had one fight since the epidemic. "My name is Pazu, by the way." Suddenly, the little Oshawott clung to his leg. He didn't bother trying to shake him off, he knew the kid was scared and all. Not to mention his little - big - buddy had disappeared.

He spoke softly to the Oshawott, "Would you mind getting off of me? I need to talk to your buddy over here." He motioned towards the Buizel. Then, he glared at the rampaging undead swampert, he felt bad for it, but there was nothing he could do, other than one thing. End it's misery.

Turning towards the buizel, he spoke, "What's the plan, then?"