Acid Viridian

[Cody]

"Hurry Monachu, no time to waste!" Velvian had begun formulating a plan in her well adept mind. It could be possible to gather some fresh water before it became tainted with the recently fallen Steelix. It continued flailing, sending water in multiple directions, along with bits of gravel and acid. "Gather some of those berries, hurry!" There was no way for the two to carry water, they would be totally dependent on the kindness of others.

"No prob Vel!" Monachu leaped high into the air, and began flying around to a few of the nearby bushes. He used Fling to throw handfuls at a time across the oasis to Velvian, who was psychicly placing them on a string she had found when Monachu had slept. The decoration that was once proudly displayed had fallen off, as it was a gold string around Velvian's neck, with berries being added.

"This's enough! We have to go!" Velvian closed her eyes for a moment, and the necklace settled back onto her dark velvety fur. "I have to do this first...." She focused for a moment, then glared at the writhing Steelix. She may not have been the nicest creature on the planet, but no Pokemon deserved to be in that kind of pain. Her normally cool eyes glowed an evil red colour, and soon, the same shade had appeared around the Steelix. In a moment, the behomoth stopped it's squirming, and was still.The red glow ceased, and the Steelix, was dead.

Velvian collapsed, though just for a moment. It wasn't easy for her to use such a large excess of Psychic energy at once, not on such a large Pokemon anyway. She stood back up, her eyes returning to the usual color. She flitted her tails, and kicked her front paw in the dirt.

"Let's go." She spoked mostly to herself, then began running forward. Her speed was another one of her gifts, she had always considered Espeons to be the "perfect" evolution to an Eevee, they were fast, and they were powerful. She ran past several berry trees, and a slight tinge of regret passed through her as so much food was left behind. Approaching the large body of water, she leaped over it, without any psychic aid. During her breif vantage point in the sky, she could see how fast the acid was spreading through the pure water.

"Velvian, shouldn't we he-"

"No, Monachu!" She cried as she landed in the soft ground opposite the oasis. "We have to go. The others will be able to catch up quickly enough." With that, Velvian turned her eyes away from her companion, and began running again. It had been awhile since she had physically ran, the last time was before the Great Poisoning. It was time to get back into condition, and off her "I'm the might pyschic" throne. Glancing back just for a moment, she saw Monachu leaping into the sky and flapping his furry wings to catch up.

"You two could at least wait!" She called out to Bluez and Ruin, who were a fair distance ahead. It was then, she noticed the Sableye and Heracross from before as well. "The party has finally begun." She whispered to herself, keeping her steadily increasing pace.

 

[Satoren]

Hearing their Espeon companion complain, Bluez felt a bit guilty. Tugging against Ruin's grasp, the young Buizel halted their escape. "She's right, Ruin, they're with us and we shouldn't be leaving them like this," he told his partner. The Pikachu however shrugged. "You can tell me all about team etiquette later, right now we..."

"NO!" Bluez interrupted. Hearing his firm tone, the Pikachu stopped in his tracks and slowly turned over to his teammate. "What is up with you?" Bluez asked him. Although Ruin couldn't see it, Bluez still looked at him with a mix of both frustration and sadness. "You're always like this," Bluez explained. "If I wasn't assigned to be your teammate, I'm sure you'd leave me behind the first chance you'd get!" The two were now oblivious to what occurred around them and only focused on each other. Even as four of their new companions managed to catch up, the two simply stood there face to face. "Every dungeon we've ever been in, all you do is move forward, carry out the orders, and ignore everything else. Sometimes you even ignore what I want to do," the Buizel exclaimed. "You don't think I'd like to help the other Pokemon stranded out here? That maybe it would be nice if we could take them back with us; offer them a better chance to survive?"

Ruin remained silent. Even as all around them, the noise produced by the Steelix's roar of pain, the crumbling of the tunnel's ceilings, and the hissing of the rain melting away the rocks, it all seemed so far away as Ruin thought to himself yet again. And suddenly, barely heard, Ruin chuckled to himself. "Always the naive little dreamer, huh Bluez? Just like your trainer..." He said softly.

Bluez couldn't look at his partner now. To see him just chuckle at him. So that was it. That was Ruin's answer to all those times he thought he was doing a good thing. That little chuckle and the proclamation that he was merely a dreamer. "M-maybe I am," Bluez choked, his paw coiled into a shaking fist. "But that's still no excuse for you to act like such a jerk!" He yelled. As he did, the Buizel grabbed the red scarf wrapped around his arm. "If you really, really can't put up with me," he said as he bent his head down. "Then I don't see why we should still be a team." And with that, Bluez ripped away the tattered symbol of their team from his arm. The Buizel threw it at Ruin, who caught it without a word, the smile he had earlier vanished, but even if he was frowning, it wasn't a frown of sadness. It was simply a frown. Bluez followed after the Sableye and Heracross. "You do what you want, Ruin," he told him. "I'm going with them, and I'll finish this mission my way." With that, the Buizel followed the pair, leaving Ruin where he stood. As Ruin could sense everyone else heading towards them, he silently slipped the scarf in his bag and rushed ahead of the group. This time though, he waited for no one, and quietly made his way towards the building.

Bluez just watched his former partner disappear ahead of them, before turning over to his present group. "Okay, I don't have any sort of authority or anything with you guys. But I think its too late for us to head to another direction. I think we should still head towards the building as its a short distance away. What do you think?"

ooc: Oh Bluez, you're such a Drama Queen :3 Temporary write-out of Ruin. He'll be back a little later.

 

[Shocari]

Rumbling from overhead quickly filled the small cavern. The twin-headed Steelix from earlier had gate-crashed the tiny party. It burrowed its way past them, but the Espeon stopped it in its tracks. In addition, while several Pokemon were running around amidst the chaos, the Buizel and Pikachu had entered an argument. The Buizel had yelled a tiny bit, and the Pikachu had left.

"Okay, I don't have any sort of authority or anything with you guys. But I think its too late for us to head to another direction. I think we should still head towards the building as its a short distance away. What do you think?" the Buizel asked. All was silent.

Before anyone else said anything, Reyson said "Maybe we should go. Who knows what other freakishly powerful Mutants dwell down here? I for one don't want to lose my life or any part of my body, so I'm going to that building." Not knowing if this cheered up the Buizel or anyone else, Reyson just moved over to where the Buizel was standing. The faint sound of rain could be heard from above. It wouldn't hurt to wait a little bit, would it? But Reyson didn't care, the only thing on his mind was the prospect of possibly seeing Leanne again.

 

[DayU]

((Wow, I'm a bit behind. XD))

As the Buizel talked, all Gurit could do was nod to his quick comments. Before she could explain that Gemma was physically disabled, the Pikachu had butted in mentioning the fact that Gemma controlled the Metang arm when working together, and the horn of a peg-leg when in battle. It first it reminded Gurit she used Gemma to work some of her body, but then remembered its both of them working together. This abnormal combination is what kept them working together, and their bond strong.

The next couple of moments were filled with collecting berries and Gurit quickly filling up the messenger bag she kept folded up and hidden in her fur, tied around her wrist. It resembled that the bag new female trainers in Kanto start out with, but it was more well kept, and the pouches and pockets all connected to the same spot, since Gurit never really was good with organizing supplies. There was also a moderately sized retracting water bottle, which Gurit filled up, knowing this would be the last of the good water they'd see for a while.

Before Gurit could finish filling what we left in her bag, the ceiling started to crumble. The chunks were falling fast enough to cut off an exit, but it seemed everyone was getting around them well enough to get to the same exit. When Gurit had noticed the Buizel and Pikachu fighting, and the Buizel toss the tattered red cloth he was wearing at his teammate. The Pikachu ran off in a different direction, and Gurit was tempted to follow, but Gemma told her not to, knowing they would surely not be able to keep up with him, even when working together as Gitma.

All that was left was to follow the Buizel's orders, and follow him to the targeted area. Both Gurit and Gemma knew it wouldn't be easy, because having to spit up from your partner is always a painful moment.

 

[Sami]

[size=8pt]((OOC: Many thanks for letting me join, you guys!

 

[Belle]

[size=8pt]The clicking of hard talons on the stairs did not escape his ears, and they twitched subtly against his skull, flattening on occasion against the smooth surface of the curved horns circling the back of his head. As a result, when the stranger spoke he turned to look the creature directly in the face- the surprise when he found himself looking down to the poochyena showed in his eyes, and he cocked his head curiously as he addressed the creature.

"I'm afraid I must apologise- we didn't realize these ruins were already occupied."

Sniffing softly with a slight frown creasing his maw, he eyed the newcomer warily, letting his gaze rest on the skull fixed to her shoulder momentarily before meeting her eyes with his typical less-than-amused demeanor.

Running various situations through his head, he rose from the spot he had seated himself in and began to pace the length of the room, causing the tiny sphere suspended from his great neck to thump steadily against his broad chest. With each turn back towards the poochyena, he cast a brief glance at the kecleon that lay quietly in the corner, nearly invisible in the dark regardless of the actual ability to conform to his surroundings. As his attention turned from the stranger again, it retreated to thoughts of the troupe of pokemon that remained out in the open, and he felt his lips curling silently, exposing the sharpened fangs that lay beneath and glistened beneath the layers of saliva.
For the life of him, he wouldn't know what to do if he didn't return with Team Storm in tow.

ooc| ... Why is everything I write so short? D:[/size]

 

[Jeydis]

Click....Clack...Click

Nox's eyes shot open at the sound of claws against the hard stone. He remained where he was frozen in fear of a mutie coming after him, he was exhausted and his tail still throbbed angrily from the close call with the rain. He could smell something strange in the air, something metallic and tangy. "That's blood, you dope." Tox's voice whispered slyly in Nox's head, "Looks like you have some company, I wont bother you then." Tox said and then burst into a sinister laugh. Everything was silent for a few seconds, Nox had to work very hard to keep his jaws from clacking together or his coloration to flare out in alarm as he waited in his darkened corner.

"Greetings, and what brings you to my building, stranger?" a gruff voice announced, Nox nearly yelped as he thought it was adressed to him and that the shadows had not covered him as well as he had hoped. "I'm afraid I must apologize- we didn't realize these ruins were already occupied." a distinctly feline voice replied, Nox calmed down a bit, he had forgotten all about Lock the fearsome Persian from before. If anything where to happen he was sure that the Persian could defend himself quite well with those great big claws and jaws.

The little Kecleon shifted as quietly as he could to get a good look at the rough voice's owner. Nox looked at the creature amazed at just how creepy a living Pokemon could be. It looked like a small wolf, dark in color with great big fangs and a single wing jutting out of it's odd taloned paw's shoulder. An avian skull stared coldly from the canine's shoulder as if observing everything around it like its previous living self. Nox wondered just what horrible event could have provoked a fusion of two Pokemon like this. He shivered a bit and changed his scales to a darker tone to make sure to match with his surroundings, the presence of the mighty Persian calmed Nox's nerves a bit, making it easy to hold back Tox and keep his thoughts clear. He just hoped it would last.

 

[Sami]

[size=8pt]Shifting her oddly placed wing, the Poochyena listened to the words of the Persian, ears perking up after he was finished. Slightly tilting her head to the left, a single brow raised curiously. It was hard to tell wether or not her lips were curled, as the large, protruding fangs constantly pushed her lips upward. She singled out a single word and repeated the small portion of the Persian's sentance.

"We?"

Straightening out, her eyes began to scan the room, ignoring the Persian's pacing, which was starting to make her tense. Now now, 'we' means more than one, so where was...? Ah, there it was, the other probably trying to get a peek at her. Just the snout and eye, to far to make out the species, but from the looks of it, something of a green shade, not too big. At least, not too big in comparison to the massive Persian. Oops, and there it went, well, at least she knew someone else was present, even if they were hidden in the shadows now. As far as she was concerned, the second presence was little to no threat. Besides, if the Persian wished her harm, then he could've already easily crushed her as she had a Rattata earlier.

Narrowed eyes watched the Persian pace back and forth for a little while before she spoke up, the pacing starting to become an annoyance. "Perhaps...introductions are neccessary?" Her voice still coarse as she continued. "I am..." A slight pause as she momentarily looked lost for words. Ears drooped slightly before she regained her stance and continued. "..You may call me Rogue." Her gaze turning to the Persian.

"And you are...?" She looked to the large feline, before her eyes shifted over to the corner where she had momentarily seen the other, wondering if he'd come out or try to stay hidden. Her mind was set in the worst-case scenario mode as it ticked through scenario after scenario. This could very well be a trap...she was already at a huge disadvantage versus the Persian and if he had a companion, the two could more than easily overthrow the malformed canine. Ugh, it was almost enough to make her nervous. Almost.

((OOC: Yargh, seems a bit short but it is just small talk, really.))[/size]

 

[Satoren]

Sensing no immediate danger to their group, Bluez slowed his pace to walking. And while he anticipated that they were far from safe traveling through the tunnel, it did not really matter to him. All that swam through his mind were the events prior, and how much he regretted that they had happened. Ruin was far from perfect, but then again, a lot of people were. Bluez had always harbored his annoyance, and now he realized just why he did so. It was silly of them to fight over such a thing after how effective they had been as a team all this time.

The Buizel looked down on the ground, staring at the small tracks that were once his friend's. They led to a fork in the path, and continued moving over to the right side of the fork. This was all really stupid, Bluez thought to himself. In the end, they really couldn't run from each other, and the thought of this made him grin slightly. With a sigh even heavier than any Ruin could muster, he turned over to his teammates. Without mouthing a word, he broke into a run and followed the tracks into the right side of the tunnel, his gesture instructing the others to follow him.

Later, a surprised yelp could be heard inside the tunnel, as Bluez discovered something rather strange. The tunnel they had entered following his Pikachu partner led to a strange path. The tunnel was no longer brown and layered with soil and dirt. It was now silvery white. The Buizel stopped in his tracks, shocked to see such an odd site, but also because his foot was planted firmly in the white part of the tunnel. It felt rather strange. No longer did it felt like rock. This new texture was both sticky, and at the same time rough. Bluez looked down on where he was stepping and then all around the silvery walls. Lifting his foot and placing it there several times, he was now certain that wherever they were now, it didn't seem to be particularly harmful to their bodies.

Bluez carefully took another step. And the disgusting sensation under his feet sent chills down his back fur. He inched closer to the walls and placed a paw on them. The texture was the same, that of what felt like a ball of sticky string. He looked down the tunnel as best he could, but it was already darkening a good distance away. He looked behind him again, towards the end where the path had divided, but noticed no other footprints taking the opposite path. "Ruin, where did you go?" Bluez whispered to himself. Realizing something a Pokemon told him earlier, he rushed back to the group that was with him. "Reyson, isn't it?" he asked the Absol that accompanied them. "I need your help. I can't really see up ahead, But I think we're on the right track. Think you could help us out?"

ooc: meh, weird. Okay, geographically speaking, we have reached the building now. As we're underground this I suppose is the first Basement level. Sami, Jey and Belle can catch up with us downstairs if they like. Remember where we are though.

 

[Belle]

[size=8pt]"Rogue"
He repeated the name in a hushed tone, tasting it on his tongue for a moment before nodded shortly in a brief greeting.
Neglecting to identify the kecleon in the corner- as he noted that the building's resident had already spotted him, the persian paused and settled into his original stance before the poochyena.

"My name is Lock."
Social circumstances and greetings were not his strongest point, and for a moment he contemplated the option of trying a smile in a vain attempt to lighten the atmosphere. As soon as he felt the cool air of the building touch on the sensitive nerves in his longest canines, he immediately converted the unusual expression into an awkward licking of his lips as he turned his head away. Ears flicking back and forth in annoyance, he glowered at the far wall before he managed to pick up the slightest echo of a startled yelp from the floor below. Frowning at the noise, he turned back towards Rogue and the kecleon settled in the far corner behind her.

"I can hear the rest of our party on the floor below. We should try to catch up with them before they get lost. Or otherwise damaged."
Directing his comments primarily at the kecleon, he glanced warily at the grey pokemon as he toyed with the idea of another companion. Not that the kecleon itself was much trouble, seeing as it didn't come across as being much of a talker and he had been surprisingly quick to race into the ground floor of the building once the rain had started to fall.

"I don't suppose you would like to join us, Rogue. But you're welcome to."
The big cat shrugged lightly before turning towards the far corridor, where he assumed they would start their trek to find the stair to the floor below, pausing only to wait for the kecleon and to give the poochyena time to mull over the offer.

ooc| Lock is an awkward socialite >>
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[Shocari]

The Buizel, or rather, Bluez, had asked for his help. A good sign, and a first, more likely than not. It was rather strange to have someone ask for his help, but Reyson was glad to give it. He peered through the building, noting the heat signatures and the passageways. Everything was a strange blue color rather than the normal green. Why?

Reyson momentarily shifted to regular vision, to discover that the dirt and rocks were no longer ahead of them. They were replaced by some strange white substance. Reyson stepped on it to discover it was sticky, a feeling that felt, well...weird. Turning towards Bluez, Reyson said "I see a staircase on the far side leading up, and some pathway that slopes downward on the west part."

After thinking about it for a minute, a sudden feeling overtook Reyson, compelling him to switch back to infrared. Reyson looked back at the staircase, then up, not able to see more than a blur of heat from above it.

"Well, its hard to tell, but I think that the stairs have someone or something up above them. It seems familiar, but I can't really tell. Which way should we go?" he asked Bluez.

 

[Sami]

[size=8pt]So the massive Persian went by the name of Lock, and his companion had yet to reveal himself. Well, as it went, there was yet to be any sign of the two as a threat to her. A good sign, to be sure. It was nice when things weren't trying to take advantage of her mangled condition. Standing still for so long, the Poochyena noticed she was started to lean drastically towards her right, due to the wing adding extra weight. Giving an odd hop with her good foreleg, she also allowed for a painful flap of the wing, giving her just enough lift into her hop to allow her to reposition her footing. A relieved sigh escaped the Poochyena before the Persian's words caused her to look over to the path leading to the basement.

"Party?" She repeated. This was turning out to be a very eventful evening. Two upstairs and an unknown number downstairs. Rogue's eyes narrowed slightly when the offer to accompany the feline and his mystery companion was presented to her. Her first thought was to simply decline this offer, but a second thought weaseled it's way into her conscious. While it was true that she was no longer accustomed to being around others, there was a small, very small portion of her that longed for companionship. Looking over to Lock, Rogue gave a small, almost reluctant looking nod.

"Very well, I supposed I could use some exercise." It was hard to tell if there was a smirk upon her face or not, the large fangs obstructing most of her expression. She started her walk towards the door, nearly missing bumping her left shoulder into the Persian's leg. The strange, extra set of talons that jutted out from her left shoulderblade lightly touching Lock's fur. This however, went unnoticed by Rogue. It seemed odd, agreeing to 'tag along' but then taking the lead, especially when the Persian surpassed her greatly in stature. Stopping her 3-legged walk momentarily, she turned turned to look back at the Persian.

"It would be a wise idea to find your companions as soon as possible, the catacombs below can be quite...dangerous." She continued walking until she was the first to reach the door. The door was shut and looked omnious, even the doorhandle was now missing from the door. Lacking any sub'tly whatsoever, Rogue turned herself around, skillfully balanced on her single forepaw as she reared up and kicked the door with her hindlegs. Even with such a forceful kick, the door only came slightly ajar. One could see strands of a white substance that was holding the door shut, preventing the door from opening normally. With a huff and a dark frown, Rogue once again gave the door a forceful hindquarters kick, this time causing the door to fully open with a loud 'thud' as it hit the wall. Taking a few steps away from the door, the Poochyena eyed it twice over before standing next to the door, giving Lock a slight nod, silently telling that it was okay to come over. Her voice carried over easily through the hallway to the Persian. Her tone serious, and holding a slightly grim aura about it.

"I can't say I know theses paths exactly...but I do however, know what to expect down there. Stay on your guard."[/size]

 

[Jeydis]

((Italics will be for Nox and Tox when talking to each other mentally.))

"Rogue" Nox mulled the name over in his mind. From his little hiding place, he stared fixedly at the other two, working out his next moves. This new character smelled odd, a mix of fresh blood and feathers making Nox's nose twitch into little half-sneeze motions. "She stinks if you ask me." snickered Tox in the back of Nox's mind. "You shut your trap, you got me into enough troubles with other Pokemon before, for once let me try it my way." Nox snapped back. A lazy yawn rung in his skull, "Sure whatever, i need to rest anyway, just try not to get our hides scrapped off our bones by the time I wake up..." Nox smiled to himself as he felt Tox disappearing entirely from his conscious mind.

"I can hear the rest of our party on the floor below. We should try to catch up with them before they get lost. Or otherwise damaged." Lock's feline voice snapped Nox back to reality, a party eh? That sounds quite nice, hopefully a well equipped party with food. Nox's held back a moan as his stomach awoke at the thought of food, he had not eaten in a few days and his last meal was with that crazy old Oddish back in the grey forest. The little Kecleon shook his head around to keep focused on the discussion at hand. "I don't suppose you would like to join us, Rogue. But you're welcome to." the silky voice of Lock said. Nox sneaked forward a bit, placing himself fully upright, ready to get on the move as soon as Lock decided to leave. He wasn't sure about Rogue, rarely was about other pokemon anyway, but desperate times call fro desperate measures and he was getting quite desperate.

Watching as the canine hopped around awkwardly, Nox wondered how long the dark furred pokemon had been here. She looked fierce and pitiful all at once, which was quite strange already, but he wondered how she had survived if she had been here on her own the whole time. Nox shivered at the thought of all that silence that Rogue must of endured, how cold the nights must of been and how hard it must of been to adapt to her lack of mobility.

"Party?" Rogue repeated, a pause as she seemed to collect her thoughts. "Very well, I supposed I could use some exercise." she said with an odd smirk on her face. The canine walked her odd three-legged walk to a large ominous door. "It would be a wise idea to find your companions as soon as possible, the catacombs below can be quite...dangerous." she added. Nox wondered how much Rogue knew about the area, they would certainly need a guide no matter how well he scouted for them, having knowledge of the area would certainly cut their travel time by a lot. Rogue reared up and kicked the door with her hind legs several times, making the skull on her shoulder bounce weirdly, Nox cringed at the sight, he did not like to be stared at by those dark, lifeless holes one bit. The door gave after two hard hits from the canine, Nox titled his head in puzzlement at the substance he saw inside, it looked a bit like spider webbing but somehow harder and thicker.

"I can't say I know theses paths exactly...but I do however, know what to expect down there. Stay on your guard."

Nox walked towards the door as rogue's voice echoed into the corridor. Remaining camouflage, apart from his ever showing red zigzag on his belly, he coughed a bit and said: "Wait up guys, I-I am coming with you. Y-You may call me N-nox the Kecleon." The red zigzag zoomed along and slowed as it reached Lock's side, it then hopped up and with a slight grunt, remained attached to the ceiling of the odd corridor. "Ick, this stuff feels weird on my paws." Nox muttered in disgust.

 

[DayU]

Finally entering a tunnel behind the others, everyone had escaped the collapsing oasis and entered a tunnel that would take them to the location that Buizel and Pikachu were going to. As everyone walked down the tunnel, Gurit was tempted to look down the left trail, and Gemma tried to stop her, but Gurit couldn't resist. She quickly ran down the tunnel a bit, but soon it got too dark to see anything. Then Gemma sensed something troublesome near, so they turned back and caught back up with the rest of the groups.

The deeper and deeper the group went the more and more abnormal the tunnel seemed. Gurit looked at the walls and said, "Gemma, doesn't this look like a String Shot?"

"Either that or some other kind of silk or web...but, don't most creatures that use those live above ground and in trees?" Gemma said, telepathically.

Gurit thought for a few seconds then said, "Yeah...but all kinds of crazy things are going on right now. I mean seeing one of those guys underground makes a lot more sense than us these days. Plus, you know out in this part of the land trees are a rare thing. It's not like one of those climate controlled areas where the rain never hit."

Gemma said no more and Gurit continued to follow the other down the trail. The deeper they went the thicker the sticky, silky material got. Eventually it led to an opening. This opening made the material look more web-like, and reminded Gurit of stories she would tell her siblings to scare them to sleep. After the Absol had told us all there was a stair case at the end, Gurit mumbled to Gemma, "Hey, why don't we have a little fun and race the others?" Gemma replied with her barely visible smile and used her power to help Gurit leap over the group.

"Hey, everyone, why don't we make this a bit of a race?" Gurit said. Before she got a reply out of the others, she had already been leaping from web to web down the way. You'd think someone with a peg leg would be bad at even standing on a web, but Gemma was using little power to make sure no part of the two of them was going to get stuck in the web. Yes, what the others were now witnessing wasn't Gurit and Gemma running down the way. It was the two as one, focused and serious, the separate combined mind of Gitma. The second the two leaped off onto the first web, they were taking this more serious than anything all day.

 

[Chibi]

A faint, startled cry caused Thanatos's ears to shoot straight up as he munched on some rocks that had crumbled off the edge of the tunnel walls. Kijo gave him a curious glance, which he returned, his blood/crystal eyes indifferent. Then he grinned, for what reason Kijo had no clue; the Sableye's dagger-like teeth glimmered red from the glow his eyes put out. His long claws tapped the half-eaten rock between them, then he flicked his ears and tilted his head as he did so. One of the non-verbal communications the pair shared, this particular one meant: "Be cautious. It could be dangerous ahead." Kijo just nodded and the two continued their trek somewhat behind the others.

"Well, it's hard to tell, but I think that the stairs have someone or something up above them. It seems familiar, but I can't really tell. Which way should we go?" Came the uncertain reply of the Absol from earlier. The duo consisting of Heracross and Sableye to behold a sight that was…odd, to say the least. The Buizel, Bluez, the Absol, and everyone else that had been in the oasis with them excluding the blind Pikachu were all huddled in front of something. Kijo's vision in the dark was not the best, while Thanatos's was uncanny, but she could definitely see some sort of change in the materials of the walls of the tunnel. Thanatos went around the Absol with Kijo in his wake, and stopped. Kijo peered over his shoulder, past the crystal spike jutting out of it, and frowned perplexedly at the sight in front of Thanatos. The whitish substance that coated the walls and everything else in front of them clung stubbornly to their position. The brightness of their color made Thanatos wince and rub his eyes.

"What in the world is it?" Kijo asked in confusion, gently pushing Thanatos to the side so she could get a better view. The result was half her foot plunging into the sticky white substance. Instantly she felt a disgusting feeling hit her foot and crawl up her leg until she shivered and clacked her wings in distaste at the sensation. "Ugh," she murmured, "feels awful." She jerked her foot free of the sticky, rough surface of…whatever it was, still grimacing from the touch.

"No clue," Thanatos answered, crouching down in front of it. "It's most definitely not natural." He laid one of his hands, palm down, on it. The same unpleasantly sick feeling spiked the nerves in his hand and raced up his arm and flooded his body. Feeling disgust well up in him, he released his opinion of the sticky stuff through a hair-raising hiss and lifted his hand up from the white stuff-and snarled as his hand lifted up strings of the sticky material. The stuff clung to his hand stubbornly, yet refused to be parted with the floor. With a swipe of his free hand, Thanatos severed the substance through the middle. Useless locks of the silky material retreated lazily back to the earth, following the whim of gravity, yet strings of it still hung off his hand. Snarling in displeasure, Thanatos wiped the stickiness off his hand of the wall that wasn't coated with it and stood up. Kijo grinned slightly, knowing it would irritate her partner, but for some reason she found the situation very amusing.

"Hey, everyone, why don't we make this a bit of a race?" The half-metal Lopunny suddenly asked them all, rushing past them and onto the white substance. Thanatos made a motion as if raising eyebrows as the Lopunny darted nimbly over the clumps of silvery white string, yet was not affected. Perhaps the Psychic pokemon had something to do with this. He looked right at Kijo, his gaze inquisitive, yet almost imploring.

Kijo chuckled and looked at the others. "Well," she said, "I don't want to make it look as if we're deserting y'all, but I for one, am tired of this…stuff." She gestured to the white-coated area in front of them. "And besides, we have no clue what is in this place, so a little backup is always appreciated." With that the hard protective shells over her wings flared open, and her thin insect wings buzzed. Thanatos leaped nimbly trough the air and landed expertly on her back through much practice. Kijo rose into the air, did a sharp 180 turn, then simply flew over the disgusting stuff, not wincing as Thanatos's razor-sharp claws sliced through any strands that were in their way as if they were processed meat.

(*sigh* There. It's done.)

 

[Cody]

"Monachu?" Velvian suddenly stopped, just short of the strange white substance. Her partner had suddenly fallen to the ground, seemingly from exhaustion. She ran forward, blocking out everything else around her.

"Vel...." He barely moaned before coughing. "I don't.....don't want to..." He was laying on his back, his tail curled up tight, as if trying to keep warm. The feathers of his mutated wings were scattered on the wet ground around him.

"It's okay Monachu...." Velvian walked closer to the Aipom, and gently lay her paw on his head.

"Don't...don't want to....won't...leave...don't...." He was stuttering, and a shadow of his former upbeat self. "I won't...no.....make...stop....make it....hurts...." His tiny paws were clinging to his chest, and his eyes had slammed shut.

"Monachu....." she closed her eyes, and a single tear welled in her eye. Have to be strong, for him.... she thought, before standing up straight again. "I'm afraid we'll not be of much help for now. Don't hold up." She was looking at the group of Pokemon before her. The group had formed, partially on excitement and adrenilyne. That being said, Velivian still felt bad leaving the group behind like that.

"Hurts.....Vel.......make.....stop...hurts...." Monachu coughed again, this time, a sputter of blood followed, staining his fur. "huuuuuuuuuuuuuurts!" he cried.

Velvian took one last look back at the group. The look was not her former, colder self. Over the past hours of her life, she had become softer, but not in a bad way. She felt the need to protect, and to help all these other Pokemon.

"It's okay Monachu....I'm here now." She whispered softly, hoping to calm the small monkey. "It'll be okay...." She looked down at her lifelong friend. She honestly had no idea what was going on. Perhaps it was a delayed mutation, doing something to his heart. It could be exhaustion, Monachu was never had much endurance.

"Huuurts...........don't....leave...won't....don't....die.......no....stop....hurts...."

"Monachu....." Velvian closed her eyes. With her mutation came psychic abilities previously unheard of. She could only hope this would work. A soft faint glow came out of the jewel on her head. It began glowing three different colors, white, green, and purple. Monachu's eyes opened, and he looked at Velvian's slowly closing eyes.

"Vel....don't....no...." His strength was slowly coming back, but at large expense to Velvian. She was, in such a way, giving her life to Monachu.

"Don't try to stop it....when it's done, run. Don't follow the group. And, don't stop trying....." Her voice was slowly growing more soft, and, she collapsed, a dead heap. Monachu stood up, and looked at the Espeon at his feet. A tear rolled down his face as he whispered "thank-you." and ran back out of the tunnel. He kept running, not stopping untill finding another oasis. Several Pokemon had gathered around as well, it seemed to be the point of last hope.

(Yea...I kinda...killed myself off. If anyone wants to, the can auto Monachu....but...yea..)

 

[Satoren]

Bluez suddenly felt a dire need to look back. Ignoring the others as they proceeded deeper into the darker reaches of the dungeon, the Buizel turned his head over to where they had treaded. Further behind him, he saw that the tunnel began to glow in a brilliant but ominous manner. Seeing this strange and wondrous event had given him a sudden realization. Looking all around, he had now only noticed that their large group had dwindled by two members. It seems that the Espeon and Aipom were nowhere to be found. And then, peering again at where the burst of light once was, Bluez had gotten an eerie feeling.

He carefully made his way back, only to fin that the long and vast tunnel they had just traveled through was no longer there. Several large chunks of rock were now wedged in the hole, no doubt from the caving in that had previously occured when their old friend the two-headed Steelix crashed into the ceiling of the oasis. Looking for the smallest of holes to look through, Bluez called out to his missing party. But there was no reply, or if there was, he certainly couldn't hear it amidst all the rubble that now seperated them. Bluez stood there, analyzing the situation. It truly seemed that the chances of them meeting again were few. With that, Bluez quickly made hisw ay back to where his comrades were, hoping in his mind that no harm befalls that Espeon and Aipom.

The Buizel to returned to find that his comrades were now out of sight. The tunnel grew steadily darker and it was getting harder to see. The sticky white mess that covered the tunnel was messing with his other senses, and somehow Bluez knew that it was a really bad idea to travel deeper into this dungeon without being fully prepared. He sighed quietly to himself. It just wasn't his day. One bad decision after another. He was in desperate need of some guidance, and having come to another realization, he was hoping that his next choice would be one for the better.

"Reyson," he called to the Absol who had remained with him. "I'm afraid that if we travel deeper into the dungeon we're bound to head into some trouble. I need you to help me get to the upper floor. Odds are, my guild member should be there, and maybe he can tell us what to do," he said. "I need your help navigating through this tunnel and upstairs into the building."

For now, it didn't seem like the greatest of options, but Bluez wasn't confident about going in without another Guild member to help out. With Ruin's absence by hiw own fault, the only other Pokemon he could turn to was Lock.

ooc: okay, so I've sealed the way back, it doesn't look like we can save Velvian, however, Monachu should have escaped the tunnel, so I'll ask Cody if we can gain control over him, even if its temporary.

I'm coming for you Sami and Belle =D

 

[Belle]

[size=8pt]ooc| It's about time O:<

 

[Shocari]

Bluez had said something about wanting to head up. Well, the way Reyson saw it, the way up would be the more difficult of the paths. The heat signatures must have been associated with Bluez's guild partner, but it might take a little while to get there. The white substance was extremely sticky, so they'd have to proceed with caution.

"Okay," Reyson said. "The way up? That might take some time. If you could help me clear some of this mess, we could easily get through in no time."

Reyson started to Psycho Cut the substance, and it seemed to work. He kept cutting until a pathway about a yard wide had began. Psycho Cuts flew around in front, destroying the white mess. The substance wasn't that thick by the oasis, and with luck, would stay this thin all the way to the stairs.

(ooc: kinda short, yes, but I didn't really know what else to do.)

 

[Satoren]

As Reyson slashed through the multitudes of white string, all Bluez could do was fumble and follow. Having been asked for assistance though, Bluez felt the most use he could be was washing the strings away with his Water Gun attack. Firing water form his mouth at high speed, he turned his head over, washing away the trail of sticky string that the Absol had slashed through. The Buizel was unsure of where his water gun was aiming, but he figured that he and his Pokemon companion were the only two Pokemon in the tunnel.

Unbeknownst to them however, the very path they had previously escaped from began to stir with life once more. In the shadows of the tunnel, it was difficult to make out what had suddenly revealed itself to have been hiding within the walls of the strange tunnel. Whatever it was, it seemed to have gone unnoticed, even by that of Reyson and his infrared vision.

The small creature slowly crept towards the path Bluez and Reyson took, and examined the tattered remains of the webbing it and its fellows had placed against the tunnel. Its small but sharp mandibles produced a faint clicking noise that echoed through the cave. Suddenly, a dozen more began to revurbirate around it, but these were not echoes. "They are escaping upwards," it said in soft, high-pitched voice. In the inner recesses of its mind came a message. He must not escape, he must be mine... said the enchanting voice. The small insect-like creature clicked quickly in compliance and crawled towards the tunnel the two Pokemon had previously entered. As it did, several more creatures, like itself in appearance, emerged from the walls of the white tunnel. Their mouths hissed as a gush of white string flew out of it and stuck to the edges of the pathway. Quickly, its fellow Pokemon spat out similar white threads and began to cover the hole.

"Did it suddenly get brighter?" Bluez asked his companion. Although slightly, he could now make out the path that he and Reyson were travelling. It was a long tunnel steadily traveling upwards. Up ahead, a very faint light could be seen, and several shadows were dancing against it. "It's Lock!" Bluez exclaimed happily. As they inched closer to the other side of the tunnel, the sticky threads began to clear away, and soon Bluez could make out the definite shape of a large, spiked Persian. "Lock!" cried the Buizel "Lock, Is Ruin with you?"

ooc| 3 hours of procrastinating and I could only produce this drabble At least we've finally met up.

 

[Sami]

[size=8pt]Rogue stepped onto the white surface with no hesitation. She had wandered below many a time to hunt before, she'd grown accustomed to the peculiar surface. Her overgrown claws were extended as she took a few steps into the tunnel before stopping as Lock decided to ask this 'Nox' something. So, the second stranger had been a Kecleon, interesting...certainly a species that was capable of surviving in this mangled world with its camoflauge capabilities. The dark-furred canine stood upright, eyes adjusting to the darker area as they darted about, searching for danger she was almost certain would be there.

Taking another few steps in out of impatience for the Persian and his companion, Rogue lifted her nose into the air. It was hard to find any one particular scent amongst all the webbing, for the webs themselves each carried a similar, if not the same scent. A small curtain of white became loose and fell silently towards the Poochyena. The moment it came close, however, the canidae jumped back out of paranoia, instinctively snarling at the webbing. Fur bristling, she huffed with indignation as she realized it was nothing more than a false alarm. As her fur lowered itself down, she spitefully ran her Spearow talons through the web, removing it from the wall as it easily shook off the smooth avian claws.

Both her ears pricked up as a voice echoed through the tunnel as Rogue looked towards the voice hastily. It called out to the Persian, meaning it was most likely one of its companions, and not a threat to herself. However...there seemed to be another with this first voice. As the forms got closer, the voice seemed to carry from a Buizel, unmarred by mutation. The second form was what appeared to be an Absol, who had yet to speak or show much of an expression. Perhaps this creature was in a similar situation as herself, just tagging along for the heck of it.

As she mulled this over in her mind, an unsettling feeling was beginning to worm its way into her chest, traveling through her stomach and branching out into every corner of her being. This feeling caused her fur to unknowingly rise to the occasion. But where...where had she felt this feeling before? Her nose twitched as a flurry of smells began to fill her nose...the Buizel, the Persian, the Kecleon, even the wafting air of the Absol was reaching her sensitive nose, but...this other...no many others. Rogue's mind wasn't accustomed to having so many variables after spending so much time alone. Fur standing on it's end, she ventured a few more steps into the cavern, body lowering as a deep growl emitted from her throat.

Unfortunately, although her eyes were glaring past the two Poke'mon, her body language appeared as if she was directing it towards the two incoming companions. Rogue's solo wing flared out to the side, a few pinfeathers falling to the white surface below as her growl grew louder.

OOC| Hurrrrr....misunderstandings ahoy![/size]

 

[Jeydis]

Nox held on to the gooey ceiling with his paws, holding handfuls of the stuff gingerly but gently between his fingers. He noticed how the strands were quite breakable if strained too hard. "Like spider webbing..." he thought. No response came from his secondary persona however, it seemed that Tox was saying the truth when he said he was tiered. Nox was snapped out of his reverie by the silky voice of Lock adressing him.

"Nox. I have a favor to ask of you."

Nox tilted his head upwards, or well downwards depending on your point of view, and suddenly felt a chill run up his spine and his throat becoming swollen and sore. He wanted to ask Lock what was needed of him but Nox could only produce a faint and pitiful hissing noice from his throat. He saw through teary eyes the canine pokemon called Rogue shuffle away from them with impatience. Another stronger shiver ran all along his body, making Nox's scales stand up a bit. He felt his front paw growing a bit numb and his scales changing color. Nox slumped off the ceiling in a pile just as a point of light appeared on the horizon, all the way down the wierd tunnel. The Kecleon heard a voice call out Lock's name but it was marred by a buzzing in his little reptilian ears.

Nox glanced at his own body and found that it was under the effects of his natural defense mechanism, what the humans called a trait. Just like before when he was in contact with the rain, Nox had completly changed color and was now a livid tone of purple from the tip of his scaly snout to the middle of his coilled up and scarred tail. He let out another tiny wheeze as his vision blurred a bit more. Nox stumbled over something on the floor and was suddenly looking at the roof he was previously walking along of, he could just make out several pinpricks of red among the white gooey mass on the tunnel roof. Nox pointed at the gleaming eyes, gasping all the more and clutching at his throat, hoping that his partners would see it before it was too late.

((Spiders weeeee! BTW livid purple = poison typing. Toxic should stop taking effect soon, or will it? *dun dun dun!!!*))

 

[Shocari]

Lock? The Persian? The Persian was indeed from earlier, the one from above. It had with it a Mutant Poochyena and a purple Kecleon. Why was it colored differently? Was it's ability in effect? They both seemed to be looking past Reyson and Bluez, looking towards the gooey substance.

"Yeah, its kinda sticky." Reyson said. No reply. They just kept looking at it, as if waiting for something to happen. Reyson looked at it himself and cursed his own blindness. How could he have not noticed? Dozens of red eyes peered up at him, staring just like the Poochyena and Kecleon. What were they?

Reyson quickly slashed at an eye, causing it to move like lightning. It seemed to have been angered."Bluez, there's something in the white substance. Something alive.

 

[Satoren]

It seemed fate wasn't planning on easing Bluez's troubles today. No sooner did Reyson slash at the ceiling did he see the dozens of ominously glowing eyes. Hearing the scuttling all around him, he understood what was now going on. The tunnel laden with the mysterious goo was no longer not so mysterious. A chill was sent shivering down his spine as he ran over to his fellow guild member and her companions. Suddenly, Bluez noticed that one of Lock's new accomplices, a strange color-changing Pokemon was now doing something rather odd. As it clutched its throat, the Buizel knew what was going on with it. He quickly approached the creature, and as he did, so did the multitiude of Pokemon lurking in the shadows.

The Buizel fired a powerful water gun at them. Shooting out powerful torrents of water from his mouth, he had managed to hit a few of them, and they were sent crashing into the floor. This however could only have one effect on them. And as suspected, a clicking noise began to reverberate from all over the tunnel. It was a clear sign that they were not pleased with this.

Bluez glanced at the few that he had managed to take out as they struggled to get to their feet. In the light of the building ahead of them he could see the details of a small light-green Pokemon. Its many spindly legs and points sticking out of it would suggest that it was most probably a member of the Bug typing. However, Bluez had never seen such a Pokemon before and could not properly identify it. However, had he known what it was, he would have also known that these were not normal Spinarak.

These Spinarak had several extra eyes poking out from all sides of their faces, some placed inconveniently in parts of the face where they could hardly see anything. The poisonous horn that usually portruded from their heads was bigger, and had its own set of horns growing out of it. Their mandibles were larger, sharper and gave off a sense of intimidation about them. The group on the ground clicked theirs vigorously, denoting their obvious annoyance at the Buizel's actions.

Clutching the Kecleon tightly, Buizel fired another Water Gun, and sent this one waving around at both the ceiling and the ground, keeping the creatures at bay. "Reyson!" He cried out to the Absol. "It isn't safe here, we're clearly outnumbered," as he said this, he began to drag the Kecleon towards Lock and his bizarre companion. "Lock, we should head back upwards," he called over to the Persian, as he simultaneously pulled out a pink berry from his pouch. Stuffing it into the Kecleon's mouth, he instructed the Pokemon to chew on it, hoping that the berry's properties would neutralize the poison administered to him. Hopefully, Lock knew that this was no situation worth charging into. Bluez fired another Water Gun at the ground, pushing away the Spinarak scuttling towards them, all the while dragging his poisoned partner.

The Pokemon scuttling across the ceiling however were through intimidating. Several of them shot out a thin white string from their mouths, aiming it at the irritating Buizel.

ooc: Save me :0

 

[Sami]

[size=8pt]OOC: I'll save you!

And there they were. Those filthy Spinarak. This was diffrent however, they seem...agitated as though they were moving with a motive. Rogue looked back as she heard and saw the Kecleon drop to the ground, turning a rather festive shade of violet for the occasion. Great, the battle had only just started and one of them was already injured. Attention snapping back to the Spinarak, Rogue leapt backwards, barely avoiding a few streams of silk that had been shot her way.

She watched from the corner of her eyes as the Buizel effectively pushed the few on the ground back before it went off to aid the Kecleon who had suffered from a Poison attack. Rogue allowed for a very nasty snarl to escape her throat as she used her talons to pierce down on the body of a Spinarak. Luckily, this one hadn't malformed spikes like a few she had encounted before. They were swarming so viciously this time, why now?

The Spinarak had never swarmed together like this in the seemingly short year that Rogue had spent in the decrepid building. Taking another leap back, she slashed at another Spinarak with her talons, cutting it off from it's thread, the spider dropping to the floor as she turned on her paw and effectively punted it a few feet away. The bug-type landed on its back and struggled to rise, eventually being assisted by two others who were nearly identical in appearance.

The Absol seemed to be able to hold it's own, using that scythe protruding from it's head once already, though they didn't seem too interested in the two canine or even the feline. Were they just...targeting one amongst the group? Their disinterest in herself, Lock, or this Absol only left the Kecleon and Buizel. But which? The Kecleon seemed to have been targeted first, due to being afflicted so quickly to their entrance into the tunnel. But the Spinarak hadn't stirred until the Buizel had showed up...

Watching a few silk streams jet past from above, the Poochyena let her feet decide for her mind. With a few large bounds, Rogue came to a nearly skidding stop in front of the Buizel, her oddly formed Spearow wing outstretched as she blocked the white substance from reaching the Buizel, who was also protecting the Kecleon himself. The reaction from the Spinarak was not pleasing. Each that had attached to the Poochyena rather than the Buizel gave a slight hissing sound in disapproval, detatching their webs from their pincers, as if afraid to get a taste of the mutated Poochyena in their mouths. The white thread fell to the ground as Rogue let out a fearsome growl, eyes glaring.

Turning, she painfully folding her wing back to her side, facing the tunnel with her back to the exit. Still emitting a fierce growl, once could see...flames? Yes, flames were starting to form and spiral around her enlarged fangs. They continued to blaze and swirl until it almost appearred as though two great pillars of fire were on either side of Rogue's muzzle. A Fire Fang attack.

This seemed to get the majority of the Spinarak's attention, the sight of fire. A few of them slinked back a few feet, afraid to even be touched by the light the flames produced. Taking a stride then a leap forward, past the Absol, Rogue swung her head down low, the flames creating a line acrossed the white lining of the room before starting to spread from the floor up the walls. Many of the Spinarak let out a terrified screech, a few fled, but many stayed. They started to chew away at the silk thread in attempt to create a barrier of barren rock of sorts, to prevent the flames from carrying down further into the tunnel and becoming an out of control inferno within the tunnel.

Fangs still ablaze, Rogue took a few steps backwards before turning around and making a beeline for the door, the flames dissappearing from her teeth as she did so. Her voice carried easily through the corridor and held a harsh, strict tone to it. She only called out a simple command to Lock, Nox, the Absol and the Buizel who was currently occupied with Nox.

"Run!"

OOC: This is the part where we GTFO. D: And quickly. BIDOOF, BIDOOF, BIDOOF IS ON FIRE. No srsly, it's on fire. Dx[/size]

 

[DayU]

The tunnel got stickier and stickier. Gurit and Gemma's combined state kept them from getting stuck, and they continued down the tunnel taking turns figuring they would easily find their way to the stairs. The speed they were going stopped them not only from noticing the Spinarak but also stopped them from noticing them. They were nimble enough to not get caught in the webs. It was luck they got that far. It was skill.

Before the two were even yelling distance from where the stairs were said to be, Gitma felt the Metang arm losing control and starting to pull down.

In unison both Gurit and Gemma said, "What's going on? Why can't I feel the arm?"

The pull of the arm was like a magnet. Pulling them both upward, down, left, and right. It could constantly switch where it was pulling. Soon it stopped moving and stood still. Gurit and Gemma snapped out of their combined state, still in mid air, and stared at the arm.

"Gemma...please tell me you're making a joke..." Gurit said, looking down at her friend.

Gemma was quiet then said, "I'm sorry...it isn't me..."

The pair did not notice that they were flying straight into a web and were caught in it. Gurit tried to wriggle out but that got her legs and good arm stuck. The Metang arm still stayed stiff and wasn't moving by Gemma's commands. Gemma was still completely puzzled what was causing it, but Gurit had a good feeling what it was.

"Gemma, go get help. The others can't be too far from here. Leave me behind." Gurit said, close to yelling it.

Gemma did the closest thing to frowning she could do and said, "Ok...but don't wriggle any more. It will be hopeless if you keep it up."

As Gemma floated away Gurit turned her head to face the Metang arm. "Stop playing games. I know it's you, Al."

A spirit started to form next to the arm. The shape slowly formed and it was that of a Metang missing their right arm. The spirit said, "So, even after all these years you still remember my name."

"I don't have time for your games. What do you want now?" Gurit mumbled.

Alfred floated around then said, "You will soon run into a Persian. That Persian is an old friend of mine. I want them to know I said hello."

Gurit glared at the spirit and said, "Al, I'm not killing anyone else. You have to let for of this arm sometime. Just because I'm the only one who can see you doesn't mean you have to haunt me."

"Oh but it does, Gurit. You are cursed to do my bidding. That is, unless you want Gemma to know what's going on." Alfred said sinisterly.

"There has to be something else I can do. Get you an item or something that'll bring you back." Gurit said, nearly desperate.

Alfred faded for a moment then said, "Well...Lock should know of an item such as that...but just in case, I'm going to make sure you don't try running away."

The Metang's spirit quickly floated into the Lopunny's body and soon the arm was free again, but now working by her command. This strange combination had no name. It was simply known as Gurit and Alfred. When Alfred died he would do this occasionally to help Gurit, but eventually he left her to find out where all his "friends" went. When together Gurit can use the arm, and with unlimited time, but it allows Alfred to few her mind. Unlike with Gemma where it is a whole different mind.

"I always hated it when you'd do this...as helpful as it was I don't like having you in my head...just keep quiet and play dead. I don't want anyone to notice you're here." Gurit said, practically to herself, hoping Alfred was listening.

Gurit's hope was all in the hands of Gemma. As the Chingling yelled down the tunnels, she hoped to be found so she could help her closest friend. But with Alfred in her head, Gurit couldn't connect with Gemma. Could this effect their friendship. Gurit thought so.

((OOC: Wow...did I type this? XD I know it looks big but a lot of it is dialog. Hope you guys like the addition of Alfred. I know he's happy to meet you. >=D))

 

[Chibi]

((Right, the inactivity i really my fault, since I've had no idea what to do. But that's all aside!))

"Did you hear that?" Thanatos asked as he and his ride flew over a rather thick web. He snapped his head up, his bloody red eyes scanning to ceiling warily.

"No," Kjo answered, more concerned on not getting them stuck. "What did it sound like?" She slashed at a sticky thing in front of her, since Thanatos had obviously stopped. "You know I can't deal with this stuff and fly at the same time you know." She added irritably.

"Clicking..." Thanatos murmured, either ignoring or not hearing Kijo's last comment. "Clicking, and maybe a hiss." His ears shot straight up at something. "There it is again!"

Kijo suddenly stiffened and her eyes widened in horror, being a native to Johto, and a Bug type herself, she reconized that call immediatly. "Spinarak!" She called out in surprise and shock. Then, behind her, there was a terrible sound that seemed to be a screech and a hiss, and Thanatos's weight on her back suddenly disappeared. Instantly fearful of his fate, Kijo did an immediate 180 (somehow not knocking into the webs) calling her partner's name. The sight was horrifying. Now the source of the white stuff had been identified, for the tiny purple gremlin hung in the air, suspended by the four thick white ropes of web that were stuck all over his back, shoulders, and torso. The makers of the sticky web were four mutated Spinarak, trying to reel in their catch.

But their prey was not going down (or rather up in this case), for the mutated Sableye was slashing wildly with his sharp claws, trying to sever the restraining material, his face the very definition of fury. The high-pitched screechs that tore from his throat were deafening, and they seemed to be louder than usual as the sound echoed off the rocky walls and down the other tunnels. Any Spinarak thousands of feet away would definetly hear the screams and come to investigate. Thanatos had already cut one of the ropes and had frayed two more, but the substance being fresh was stickier than its brethern coating the walls. The result was the stuff sticking to Thanatos's claws, wrapping around them like some sort of sheath and effectively dulling them. Kijo narrowed her eyes and beat her wings, rushing forward and becomng a blue-black blur. She zipped around the webs and used her elbow blades to cut the two that Thanatos had already damaged, leaving one Spinarak to carry out the job its partners had failed in. Flying around again, Kijo gripped Thanatos by his shoulders (avoiding the crystal growth from them) and pulled as hard as she could, beating her wings to give her extra power.

"Hey!" Thanatos shouted as the Spinarak pulled back, he was very unhappy about being the object in a Tug of War match. "If you seriously want to rip me in two I suggest you change you're strategy!" The web attached to his chest gave a rather violent tug, and the steel grip on his shoulders gave an even harder tug. He was quite sure they were going to break something if they weren't careful, and Tug of War was far from careful.

"Sorry," Kijo apologized, and pulled the small pokemon closer and wrapped one of her arms around his body, leaving her other arm free. She brought her arm up and swiped at the remaining web with a Fury Cutter, instantly cutting through the web. She flew backwards furiously as their four attacks hissed in anger; Thanatos was meanwhile was ripping madly at the remaining white strings on his, tearing them off in a frenzy and tossing the large chunks down. "Uh oh," Kijo suddenly gasped, "now we're in trouble."

Swarming along the ceiling and walls were countless of the mutated Spinarak, drawn over by Thanatos's cries, just like Kijo predicted. As the duo flew past them, the Spinarak turned and as one, shot out more of the silky strings like grappling hooks. Thanatos climbed on Kijo's back and after a quick "Keep going, I'll handle this one", his eyes yet again became calm like they did he was using Calm Mind. Since he had used it not too long ago, it was easier to build up the required power needed, and as a result was ready much quicker than usual. He stood up and concentrated, his eyes becoming an intense glare; he pushed his arms outward, palms outstretched. A ghostly howl followed the event, and somewhere beind them, an intense ghostly wind tore down the tunnel. The wind was so strong that not only did it redirect the webs, but quite a few Spinarak were flung into the air to smash into the walls.

"Nice one," Kijo commented as the Ominous Wind gave her a much needed boost of speed, allowing her to gain a few hundred feet ahead of the swarm. Thanatos chuckled in return. Kijo turned a few tunnels, trying to find any of their allies, and suddenly halted with a startled scream at a terrifying sight. Fire. There were great tongues of flames licking away at the Spinarak silk that covered the place like a second skin.There were groups of Spinarak trying frantically to chew away any more of the flammable substance so the entire place wouldn't erupt into flames. Being a Bug pokemon herself, Kijo was deathly terrified of the very sight of fire.

Thanatos thumped Kijo on the back of her neck to get her attention. "Hey, Kijo! We're still being chased here!" He shouted, despite their size, the spinarak were incredibly fast. Which was the one think Thanatos had not expected. Kijo didn't answer him, she seemed to not even have heard him. He was about to hit her on the head next, when something vile hit his back and clung to it. "Kijo!" He screamed as he was yanked violently off his friend's back and hit the soft floor, more webs were being wrapped acroos him all the while. Somewhere above him, he heard a yell of surprise and thump that indicated that his friend had also fallen prey to the Spinarak. Great, just great. Despite the both of them have natural weapons against them, the Spinarak were still so many in numbers that every time they sliced through one web, two more took its place.

((Wowzurs. Did I type this? ))

 

[Satoren]

"Run!" insisted the strange Pokemon. The flames it had set on the string that had coated the tunnel wildly danced all around the tunnel, forming a nightmarish inferno. Bluez could see their opponents were preoccupied with attempting to keep the flames from reaching the farther recesses of the tunnel. The fact that there were still comrades exploring the tunnel once again donned on him. But this was not the best time to consider a rescue. He could only hope that wherever they were, they were safe, despite all that had transgressed. Watching the flames eat away at the sticky white walls of the cave assured him that there was little they could do then to once again consider a retreat and regrouping.

Placing Lock's purple companion on his back, he eagerly followed the black Pokemon's suggestion and carried the Kecleon towards the door they had previously emerged from. Bluez however fumbled and grunted and made every possible effort, ubt could not seem to run as quickly as he normally could. This Pokemon couldn't be so heavy that it was affecting him? No, it seemed more like his own nervousness was holding him back.

Bluez looked back at Reyson, calling him to follow, and took another heavy step. Darn it, legs, move! he thought to himself, but the rate in which he walked made no significant change. I have to get this guy to safety, at least I can save him.

The Buizel yelled hoarsely, and as though by a miracle, he seemed to regain control of his feet. He broke into a run, his quick steps occasionally throwing the Kecleon out of balance, but he tightened his hold around it each time.

He quickly passed by Lock, not minding where he was going, he could take care of himself anyway. Finally, he made it through the door, and the brightness of the light, a vast comparison to the darkness of the tunnel, blinded him. He could not see a large pebble jutting out near the doorway, causing him to trip against it and propel his load several inches into the air and roughly landing a few feet ahead of him.

Bluez rubbed his jaw, easing the pain, before running over to the Pokemon he carried. "Oh no, oh no, oh no," he cried out repeatedly before kneeling to its side. "Oh jeez, sorry about that, I honestly don't know what came over me back there," he said as he raised his paw and attempted to place it somewhere on the Kecleon, trying blindly to locate any injuries. After apologizing several more times, Bluez clumsily fumbled through his backpack. "Is the poison gone, do you think you can move again?" he asked as he looked through his bag for something that could ease whatever pains the Kecleon might have suffered from his brash actions.

ooc: damn it all, why can't I write towards a more appropriate length?1 :

 

[Jeydis]

Fog...lots and lots of fog. Nox's eyes felt strange like made out of splinter-ry wood. Raising a paw to rub them did not seem to work, he felt like he had weights strapped to his scally arms. The bluish mass of fog swirled hypnoticly, whispers drifting to Nox's ears, ears that he still could not feel. Echoes started resounding through his head, like a cave. "Run" the phantom voice called out over and over.

The fog stilled for a moment and a blast of hot air swepped through the area, Making Nox's body flinch...or his brain...or his imagination maybe...hard to tell with this state of mind. The mist rose up and burst into a vibrant orange and red shade. The heat wave got worse and worse, Nox tried to focus, focus on his scaly body, his clawed hand.

"Just move your little finger..." He thought aloud.
"Ha looks like your getting cooked you pathetic slob." A snarky voice rang through the cave that was currently Nox's mind. Nox attempted to reply but suddenly he felt the wind escaping his lungs, pain shooting up his back. Wait up... pain. Yes pain! The ember colored fog lifted suddenly, the pain intensifying in his spine.

"Is the poison gone, do you think you can move again?" a worried voice called out to him. Nox wanted to open his eyes and awnser that yes he was fine, that his body had abosorbed the Toxic attack just fine once he got turned into a poison type. But no voice came out and his mind remained dark. He felt Tox's presence running forward, snatching up the reins to their shared mind.

"Oh cmon..." Nox whimpered.
"If your gonna fry us I might as well squash a few bugs before we die, you have had your fun runt. Its my turn."

The lizard pokemon's body shifted. A clawed limb after another, Tox rose up fury in his eyes. Glaring at the orange pokemon next to him he spat out:

"Im fine weasel, no thanks to your not so gentle care..."

Tox stretched tall, popping his vertebra a few times. The pain had subsided for now, taking a back seat to the anger that Tox felt. He cracked his fingers a few times and stared up the tunnel ahead. Teh whole thing was set ablaze, skittering and sharp shrieks coming from it. Shooting out of the blaze came a lone spinarak, its spines twisted by mutation. Tox grinned at the wounded, still blazing creature. With a grunt the lizard leaped to the insect and with a flaming fist slammed it right back into the live flames that lit the corridor. Tox heard with some satisfaction a sinister popping sound as the Spinarak exploded from the intense heat of both the fire punch and the blazing webs.

((Yup I just went platinum on your butts Fire punch just seemed right.))