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Winstrate Area | Afternoon | Lysana - 13

Lysana looked around noticing Kibo wasn't around. She looked around for clues noticing the ladder. She curiously went towards it and climbed up. When she reached the roof she saw the Dewott. Apparently he was crying. Then she remembered what happened before. The Quilava left the doll in his care and then she left. She knew the feeling of worries about friends. She heard the voices of her deceased friends call in her mind. She shook it off.
She walked towards the blue otter and tried to cheer him up by pressing her snout carefully against him. She didn't want to hurt him. "Hey..." She spoke softly. "We gotta stay strong." She was thinking of words to comfort him. "I don't know your friend that well. But she's important to you, right? Just trust her she will survive. I bet she would be really sad if you died so try to survive. For her, okay?" It was hard for the Vulpix to bring up those words. She quietly laid down next to Kibo and stared up in the cloudy sky.

The plush doll limped in quietly, trailing small bits of stuffing as they fell from her gaping wounds on her chest. "I got jumped by a couple infected while I was making my way here, and yeah I got beat up." She pulled a strained smile and continued "Heh, the other guys look a lot worse though. 'Tis but a flesh wound!" She striked a heroic pose at the end of the last statement before a loud ripping noise sounded. "Bah I'll be fine." The effects of the curse once again re-asserted itself and the plush doll dropped to her knees as the pain surged through her. "Damn...It should have faded by now..." A viscous liquid black as oil, began to seep out of the zipper that is her mouth and faint, almost strangled inhuman screams started to sound from nowhere. Looking back up at her concerned company surrounding her she said in a unsteady voice "I'll...Be fine guys...N-no need to worry about me...I'm not worth it." She collapsed, and drifted off into a fitful sleep plagued by nightmares.

A barren landscape greeted her this time, pure white, dusty, and laden with craters. Immediately, the air was literally sucked out her and she gasped. Her instinct to breathe left over from back when she was alive. She clutched her neck as she struggled. She fell back as the landscape she was standing on suddenly lurched forward, hurtling towards a growing vaguely blue orb with white strands across it's surface. It grew larger and larger, until she finally knew what it was. As the flames curled around her as she just entered the atmosphere, she screamed but let out no sound. Over the roar of the flames, she vaguely heard the screams as she sighted a Clock tower directly below.

((Skip. Twi can't do much more than sleep right now. It'll take a little while for her to wake up since she's a heavy sleeper, probably by my next post.))

((For the purpose of plot I will be posting after Taka. With Taka's permission Twilight will punch him in the face.))

Alas I too must skip since I'm waiting to make the leaving post for Taki for more plot)

((Skip, sorry have been really busy lately ;-; ))

Crunch.

Crunch.

A bone is twisted until it snaps out of its socket, leaving a scrap of danging skin behind.
Tattered scraps of dirty white bandage dangle down as the drumstick is raised up. Dribbles of dark blood leak over the long hooked white claws.
The Cubone kicks his legs as he watches the sky.
A crunching sound starts up and the little Ground Type hums a brief tune under his breath until the sound slowly comes to a stop.
A shadow falls over him.
Veir looks up into the deep red eye, a faint smear of blood marking the bandages replaced over the Weavile's mouth.
Did you have a nice meal Zhen?" He asks.
The Weavile's gaze is blank, his white-clawed hands hanging limp at his side. The little Cubone tightens his grip on the shattered club of bone at his side and stands.
The brown leather satchel bumps against his back, resting against his spiked tail as he adjusts the strap over his shoulder. It is nearly empty apart from the flute of bone and a few berries.
Veir stands up, feeling Zhen's gaze shift of him as the dark type lightly moves to his side.
"Come on then. Let's see if we can find a good place to sleep for the night."
Veir blinks in surprise as he sees a Fearow soar past them and apparently lose control of its flight, a spek of blue fur falling from its back.
Another meal for Zhen?
Veir reaches behind him, lifting up the flap of cold and flame scarred leather to find the hollow shaft of bone.
"Please play something for me." He asks as he hands the flute over to Zhen.

Still keeping his one unbandaged eye on the little Cubone in front of him the Weavile wraps his claws around the flute of bone. Instinct makes him move his claws over the holes drilled into the tapered bone and raise it to a small slit in his bandages.
Zhen blows into the end of the flute, a discordant broken hissing leaps from the instrument as the Weavile attempts to play a tune with his mutilated tongue.
His fingers dance over the rough drilled holes as he plays. A forgotten reminder of some tune lurks beneath the shattered notes, a memory of Zhen's past trying to force its way through the mess the disease has made of his brain. His red eye is blank and emotionless as it scans the horizon for potential threats.
A scent of rot rolls of his dark blue-grey fur, one trailing edge of unraveling bandage swaying behind him as he shuffles his feet to the tune only he can hear clearly.
Behind him lies the picked clean remains of a Poochyena; shattered bones from which the marrow has been sucked free, lumps of tough gristle and fat and the remains of the light grey pelt marred with deep purple marks.
His footfalls making next to no sound Zhen follows close at Veir's heels.
The scent of living flesh fails to spark any emotion in the dull gaze of his one visible eye but as the pair draws closer even the draw out hissing of his failed tune pauses as Zhen lowers his flute.
"What is it?" Veir asks, looking up at his guardian.
Zhen does not reply.

((OOC: Great to be on the team guys~))

She saw a pair of feet that looked the same as those of Kibo. But this ain't Kibo. She prepared for the worst, and was ready to strike. She saw the feet right over to the bed where the doll was sleeping. "Why you furry mangy rat!" She heard Dawnfang growling before an earsplitting whistle sounded in the distance. The sudden sound suprised the fox and made her jump up and bump against the table accidently lighting it on fire with an ember. "Shit." The vulpix cursed crawling from underneath the table.

The plush doll thrashed in burning agony as the moon plummetted through the flaming sky. Then, the sound of a screeching whistle broke her out of her nightmare and she opened her eye suddenly. She was greeted by a Dewott lying next to her making some sort of duck impersonation. She had no idea of his intentions, but all she knew was that she wanted him to go away. She didn't want to be around anyone. In a cold rage, she clutched him by the throat and lifted him off the ground, rather easily she quietly remarked. "What are you hoping to accomplish, Mortal?" Then, it finally dawned on her just what he was doing. Throwing him back down with a disgusted snarl, she went to back to her normal(?) self and began to rage at him with extreme prejudice.

"$^*&! *$&#(&#! CUNT! @%#^@*! #*@(#^! #*()()@&&@*^@&! #^*#^! )*@*! #$%^& HOE!" She Literally had to be dragged away and sat in the corner quietly fuming. After awhile, she got disatisfied and hopped through a hole in the wall to go blow off some steam. Going in a random direction, she wandered off. Leaving the group, but not for good.