The VERDANTURF Team

Vera slowly wandered away from Verdanturf, looking over her shoulder every now and then, looking back at the town she had spent her whole life in. It was hard for her to leave her home, but it felt like it was the right thing to do. There was no use in her staying there since Charles died, and that was the last thing she wanted in her life. Her only friend dying. The Quilava's only memento of him was an Oddish doll he gave her.

All of a sudden, Vera heard a noise. It sounded like there was a fight against an undead. Naturally, Vera hid jumped into a bush with her Oddish doll. She moved aside some leaves to see what was going on. There were only two pokemon she recognized; an Arcanine and a Swampert, the latter being undead. The other three she had no idea what they were. As the battle played out, she noticed that she was close to a small lion-like pokemon. The Quilava's heart pounded and whimpered slightly.

She took a step back and stepped on a twig, but she didn't notice it snapping. She laid down, clung to her doll, and closed her eyes. After a long day like this, she welcomed a good rest. But it would take a while since she could still hear everything. Vera just exhaled and held her doll close to her.

"Most Infected go down with a good hit to the head or neck but this guy's a bit bulky so it may be hard..."

The Legendary Pokemon nodded in agreement, he swayed his weight a bit to face the raging undead swampert, and with a flick of the head he brings his hat back up on top of his head. He thinks for a moment, his eyes darting from place to place. Their only surroundings were trees and bushes, not much to work with. He, however, would not stop. Pazu hopped he could make some kind of plan, some kind of life saver... yet he had nothing. The Arcanine turns his neck and head towards the Buizel, the Oshawott had gone somewhere, he didn't know where however. "Alright... I have nothing. This beast wants a fight, and that's what it'll get."

Puffing out a bit of smoke, the legendary pokemon sighs and looks at his paws towards the ground. He had know idea what to do, the entire day basically he had been traveling through the woods hoping to find anything, this is what he got. A smart Buizel(thank god), a young Oshawott, a really hot-headed Arcanine, and that's all he knew of. Though the other Arcanine had 'ran-off' or something, he didn't really care. Sadly, she seemed like a total jerk. Pazu opened his jaw again, beginning to speak his thoughts at the moment, "Just tell me, what do we have to work with here? I'm not too familiar with this area."

'Vera woke up one beautiful morning. She stretched in her usual spot at the foot of her master's bed. She casually walked out to her food bowl for breakfast. But there was something a bit off. It was silent in the house. There was no food in the bowl. Curious, she went to her master's bedroom. He was asleep and she was hungry. Usually, a nudge or a lick would wake him up. But not this time. He wasn't responding. She wanted him to wake up, so she did something she thought she would never do to him; bite him. Vera hoped the pain would wake him up. It didn't. He had passed on, died in his sleep. Vera laid down beside him and cried softly, mourning the loss of a good friend.'

Vera felt a poke on her body. It woke her up from her slumber as her eyes snapped open. She whipped her head around, trying to see what poked her. She saw that in front of her was a pokemon she hadn't seen before. Cautiously, she got up and moved towards it. She slowly circled it and sniffed the air, making sure he didn't pose a threat. When she made full circle, she saw that he posed no threat. Being the friendly type she is, Vera took a liking to the small creature and lightly nuzzled him, her way of showing she meant no harm. He looked adorable and it lightened up the Quilava's day Softly, she spoke to him, "Hi there, what's your name?"

"A pit fall could work. I know Dig and all you have to do Pazu is lead him into the trap"

"I guess I could do that." Pazu smiles devilishly, turning his head towards the undead Swampert. "It may be tough, but I think I can pull it off." He calmly goes towards a tree, padding his way their before jumping off the side and running towards the Swampert, firing a flamethrower.

He runs back towards the tree, which was right across from Baloo, and waits, ready to jump out of the way and lead it towards Baloo.

"My name's Kibo what's yours?" The Oshawott told Vera. She smiled and looked at Kibo. "It's very nice to meet you Kibo. My name is Vera." She heard all sorts of commotion from outside the bushes. She quickly poked her head out to take a look at what was going on. She couldn't really understand what was going on out there. Thinking Kibo knew what was going on, she decided to ask him. "Kibo, darling, may I ask you a few questions? Who are those guys out there and what's going on? I'm a bit lost at the moment..." The Quilava smiled and chuckled a bit while saying that last sentence.

([ooc: Skip.])

(Skip. I don't have the mental energy to come up with a post.)

D:>Aww you skipped me... Its ok I had nothing too

"Pazu! Watch out here the ground is soft!"

Pazu payed attention to the Buizels warning as he stood near the trees waiting for the Swampert to respond. "I'll keep it in mind!" He yells back to the buizel who continues making a trap. The Legendary Pokemon charges towards the Swampert, then dashes to the side, doing his best to confuse the beast.

He knew, however, he couldn't do much more than this.

Pazu was starting to get tired -- his body was finally letting him down. Using the rest of his energy, the Legendary Pokemon dashes back over to the Buizel, doing his best not to faint and fall into Baloo's soon to be hole. Panting, the Arcanine collapses onto the ground.

"Good dammit, won't this thing go any faster?" He spits, his voice cold with fear and desperation. Not moving a bit, he looks up to the Buizel, eyes wide open. Pazu forces himself back up, swishing his paw across the ground.

Vera saw that Kibo was getting tired. She laid down on the ground and yawned. "We should rest here until your brother and Mr. Pazu are done battling." Vera hoped that those two could end the battle soon, but for now, she would have to keep an eye on Kibo.

(Sorry for the short post...)

There was no sound. No movement. The mountain had crumbled long before he arrived, and yet... it still felt as though it remained. It still lived, and breathed, along with all the souls laid to rest amongst the broken rocks and fragments of building. A few shattered graves lay strewn about his feet, and he stepped upon them as if they were nothing. In his right claw he held a car bumper.... still attached to the car, which he dragged along with him with little effort on the brute's part as he scanned for any intelligent life. Not because he wanted to meet them. No.... he wanted to kill them. Battles was what he craved, and loved with all his heart.

Route 117 lay ahead. Barren of life, though he quickly scanned the road ahead, just like everything else. At least, for now,... so he thought. Down that route would take him to the sea, and across a narrow passage, he'd find himself in Mauville. Mauville. Place of energy and power. There was the keyword.... POWER. Beyond Mauville in the waters was the plant. The glorious Power Plant, filled with waiting Infected, ready to be slaughtered.... But now, as he leaped into the air, car in tow, he landed in another heap of rubble. Still at Verdanturf... But, it bore traces of... water, and blood. An odd mixture, one that brought the gargantuan beast to ponder who else, if anything was left, was here. Also he surmised, would they be a challenge against his will to crush those opposing him?

The only reason he was even going there at all was to find the Red and Blue Orbs. Unlike fools wanting to control the Legendaries the orbs controlled, he wanted to absorb their power, and make it his own. The only problem was he was not aware where in fact they were. After the Mountain's apparent collapse, the geography, and therefore the location of the shrine and therefore the Orbs, was lost. This, infuriated him beyond all measure, and he slammed himself into the car he carried repeatedly, until he heard a hissing sound. The sound of leaking gas. Smiling sadistically, and knowing the ensuing explosion would not burn his rock-thick hide, he continued, until at last, an explosion, deafening and echoing far beyond Route 117, and even Lilycove, the car burst.

Flames licked his form and he sneered as the gas-lit fire stuck, but didn't burn, his skin, causing him to cackle. Motor Oil burns slow.... so he'd be on fire for some time... Meaning only one thing.... fun. With a barbaric laugh he leaped off the rubble and into Route 117, charging, his fire making a bright and very noticeable light. Searching.... searching for pray....

"Searching for those who won't get to see the light of day!"

(OOC- Creeeeeepy.... By the Way. I'm pretty sure everyone would hear the explosion, but if you want you can ignore it. Also, sorry for posting so late, my only excuse is I had no idea it was my turn to post yet... :( ))

Drowned could see that his hunt was going no where. This battle simply wasn't working out, they all refused to die. Growling and snapping his jaws, the undead reluctantly began to walk away--these Pokemon weren't worth his time. They were meager meals, at best, and the Swampert knew better to save his energy for more tastier food.

Slowly he began to trudge away, before grinning and unleashing one last Earthquake in the vicinity, letting out a roar of triumph. Drowned set out on a new hunt, for a better meal.

[OOC: He left the team. :3]

((Didn't know it was my turn >.< Please skip, I'm way to out of it to make a post right now. Arashi shall do something next go~ ))

The Arcanine had left the group for sometime. She was still upset that her brother just left like he did, but he was undead. So what was she really expecting from him? She'd been upset and had set the forest on fire. She looked back toward the forest every now and then, but she keep going forward. When she came to Mauville City she ran into the Pokemon Center. I wonder how the others are? She shook her head roughly, Dammit! Am I starting to care about that group?!

She let out a growl. It was directed at anyone but herself. Then she heard something explode and a wicked laugh. Dawnfang smirked, Looks like the funs here. She stepped out of the Center and stared down the path back toward Verdanturf. She would wait for the fun to come to her. She let out a amused growl as her ears flickered and listened to the sounds from the forest.

(Hey guys! Sorry if I didn't get her character quite right, but it's great to be here!)

([ooc: Gunna have to skip, nothing much for PAzu to do other than follow Baloo. Just say he nodded his head and followed. ^^;])

Vera felt Kibo tap her paw. She looked at the Oshawott as he said with a grin, "Come on Ms. Vera, brother is gonna find us a shelter." Vera nodded and got up, taking her doll with her. She stepped out of the bushes to the others. "Hello, my name is Vera. You wouldn't mind if I tagged along, would you?" The Quilava asked. She knew that Kibo wanted her to come with them, but she knew it was polite to ask others first.

Cain couldn't see anyone... even with the flames on his hide providing light. The slow-burning oil would thankfully provide light for days to come... he would be on fire for some time he knew... and he thanked Arceus for his rock-like skin shielding him from burns. After a rumbling laugh that echoed like thunder, he charged forward again... then he saw them. Behind him, off in the distance, he could hear the growling of another creature, but ahead of him, he saw them. A Quilava, an Arcanine, an Oshawott and a Buizel, all idly chatting. Snarling loudly, he barrelled straight at them.

The easiest target had to be the Quilava, with a malicious gleam in his eyes, he charged at her, but had to turn sharply to hit her. Though he barrelled a her at full speed, the turn prevented him from smashing her into the air with his head, and ho he barely managed to clip her with his shoulder. It wouldn't kill her, but it would hurt like hell, and he could tell, as the mere clipping sent her head over heels a good ten feet away from him before he skidded to a halt and smiled wickedly at everyone else.

"What I'm about to do is going to hurt.... "

The Arcanine growled loudly as she heard laughter and snarling. Dammit! Looks like those fools are in trouble. The Fire type stepped toward the forest as she debated weather or not she should go save them or wait to see/hear what happens, but in the end she decided it'd be best to go see what's happening.


As the fire hound made her way toward the noise, she found the group, but also found the Rampardos. She groaned, Great, a Rock Type. She growled at the Rock type as she stepped out from the shadows. Hey rocky! Leave them the fuck alone! The Legendary pokemon shot forward with an Iron Head.