Scorpion
The revenant had been mostly silent outside of minor input, and now there was the knowledge that Alessa was somewhere within the building. Scorpion hadn't said anything about it, but he'd already met Alessa. She was indeed a spirit, and she'd tried to toy with his mind, showing him a vision of his family, alive and well, before taking it all away. She had shown him another vision of her own life. A burning home, with her inside, her body burnt black. He had dragged her out, unknowing of what she would become. Then the vision faded, and left in his possession had been a dagger she'd called the 'Dagger of Melchior'. He still carried it, though he was unsure why. The dagger hung from his hip, and he hadn't used it in battle. Some part of him, deep within, urged him not to.
Bennett followed after 'Chief', leaving Geo with Scorpion, who asked the undead warrior a question.
Scorpion looked back at him through milky white eyes for a moment, then turned away, and began to follow the two. "It can, but if Alessa is here, then we are already discovered." He stated. The Spartan was silent as he led the way through this decrepit old school. Aside from Bennett's yelling, things were quiet, like things always were in this town.
Chief came upon a looked door, but merely pushed it open with ease, breaking the lock as though it were paper. He then led the group up a flight of stairs to the second floor, leading them on and into a classroom, where he finally stopped.
Scorpion filed in after the Spartan, gazing around the dreary room. It was full of chairs, most falling apart, the walls adorned with pictures, and letters from the alphabet. The students who had attended this classroom had been young, once. Alessa's age, Scorpion guessed. More accurately, Alessa's class. He glanced toward the Spartan, who was staring into the center of the room for a long, tense moment, before he slowly turned to look at Scorpion through his orange visor. Scorpion understood what had happened, more than the boys accompanying them.
"What did you see?" He asked.
"She was abused by her classmates and teachers." Chief stated, glancing back toward the center of the room. "She was... used. By others." He didn't elaborate further. There was no need.
Tragic, sure, but Scorpion hardly cared about Alessa's past. She was a demon now, and the revenant was probably the only one who recognized that. "Did she leave you anything?" He pressed.
Once more, the Spartan looked toward Scorpion, then toward Geo and Bennett, before he opened his palm. In his hand was a blue rod that appeared to be stone, a bird made of stone on one end, a snake wrapping around the rod's length beneath it. "She called it the Crest of Mercury." He stated, though his voice made his uncertainty regarding the item clear. At that moment, Scorpion pulled his dagger from his belt. "She gave me this." He stated. "The Dagger of Melchior." At this, he turned his dead gaze upon the boys. "Have you been visited by her spirit yet?"
@DarkHydraT @Shen: King of the Mist
The Tunnel
Darkness seeped around them from all angles. This terrified the fearful Red, whereas it excited the sadistic Gengar. Completely different entities forged as allies in their confusing environment. The hall seemed to extend eternally. It had no end, no beginning... the exits had all but faded from existence. Just the rusty bars that surrounded them on four sides. Barbed wire wrapped around some bars haphazardly, and a darkness could be felt pulsing the deeper they went. Red could feel it as a rising sense of dread. Gengar could feel it as a rising sense of power.
The abyss yawned like a chasm, and then noises accompanied the void. Strange squelching, wet sounds, like raw meat being torn apart by open jaws, and the stench? Nearly overwhelming, even for a Pokemon with no nose. It wasn't the smell of decaying flesh, or of feces, or anything natural. The stench could only be described as fear incarnate, like a wiggling mess brought to their attention. Horrors beyond either of their wildest imaginations amalgamated and formed beneath them in the pit below. It was an unspoken rule that the both of them understood. If they went down there, they would never return. A fate worse than death would await them, and it would be inescapable.
It was here that even Gengar was forced under an emotion, a feeling that was not his own, but quickly forced under his metaphorical skin. Inferiority. Hopelessness. It was though this place was indulging in him out of his pleasure at its surroundings, becoming so demented that even he couldn't find comfort in it.
...and finally, the nightmare faded. The sounds subsided. The world returned. Their sanity was restored, though one had regained more than the other. Quite suddenly, the twisted dark hall was gone, and replaced with the fog once more. This time, trees didn't rise out of the earth around them, but instead, a town. One building stood out from the others. A hotel that sat before them, looming over them as though it were a murderer studying its latest victim.
@Shen: King of the Mist @Captain Pokémon
Ice Cap Zone
It had been abandoned, now. Not a soul had remained to stir, the last remnants of life fading away into the adjacent tropics of a nearby jungle. Warmer lands. The tundra and glaciers returned to their dormant, isolated state of bitter, biting cold... but quite suddenly, what seemed to be a meteor hurled itself from the sky above, falling out of the atmosphere. It was far from a meteor however, and as the fire and flames engulfing its body diminished, the smoking form was revealed to be a gigantic machine that plunged against the roughest terrain the ice had to offer, enough so that the Scarab didn't plunge into the freezing waves. Snow and ice was flung for hundreds of feet into the air and away from the Scarab as it created a crater around itself on impact, its legs buckling from under the immense weight it carried, before fully rising and letting out a chilling, mechanical bellow.
Superheated plasma dripped from the front of it, what could be considered its 'head', a bright light beaming from it. The plasma that fell upon the ground sizzled away at the ice like an acid, tearing away at the ground in mere seconds with each droplet. Its great legs dug into the ground with each step it took as it began to approach the largest glacier within the zone, standing hundreds of feet into the air. A single leg of this behemoth could obliterate even the sturdiest of vehicles beneath it.
Another mechanical roar escaped the monster, before it came to a stop, nearly a mile away from its target, the tundra breaking off into the ocean, forcing it to end its progress for now. Strange-looking insects hovered about the Scarab, viewing it from various angles, appearing almost like flies, but too large to be house flies. They were Egg Drones, sent by Eggman to get a closer look at the Scarab, and what it could do. The moment it stopped, there was a long moment of tense waiting, the Scarab holding its position- before it lowered its body, leaned forward, and a beam of energy tore from its face, crackling with unstable plasma. A direct hit from this beam against most- if not all enemies -would spell certain death.
The Scarab laser slugged against the glacier at its base on the left, the beam continuing to push forward, unrelenting. In just a few seconds, the beam parted out of the backside of the glacier, a clean hole punched through. Then the Scarab's head began to move, pulling the beam along through the base of this massive glacier.
In a show of its power, the Scarab's back opened up, revealing an extensive, almost ludicrous silo of missiles that fired out from it by the dozens. Massive explosives that whistled through the air toward the glacier. In less than a minute, this mountain of ice had been reduced to nothing more than a cracked tundra, barely able to keep itself together, having been torn apart by the relentless assault from the Scarab in its demonstration of power and tenacity. The beam subsided, steam hissing from the vehicles face as it rose back to full height, repositioning its legs, a third mechanical roar escaping it, all of this captured by the Egg Drones as they flitted about.
@Captain Pokémon
Rivet Ravine
The hum of the Phantom intensified as Metal appeared. It swiveled to face the robot, but didn't interact until Metal began attacking some rocks for apparently no reason. The Phantom wasted no time in aiding its ally, three plasma turrets swiveling to point at the location, and burst of bright red, almost pink light began to burst into the rocks. Each hit left deep indentions of blackness upon the rocks they hit, and given enough time, the shots could begin turning the rocks into magma due to excessive force and heat.
It seemed to detect Shroom's escape about the same time as Metal, and the Phantom rose higher into the air, still opening fire upon the small creature, its hum of anti-gravity accelerating as it moved.
It seemed Napstablook had gone unnoticed by it.
@ArmedBlue @Captain Pokémon
Sub-Zero
The tabletoid creature was ignorant on medical treatment. Kuai Liang glanced down at the feminine fish-like entity that lay unconscious between them. The tears in her body spilled no blood. It was almost as though her interior was made up of plastic. Perhaps even empty, like a toy. He had no idea how to heal beings like this. If she were human, or human enough, then possibly, but this? It was out of his depth of knowledge. He too, was ignorant.
"Then we must take her to someone who knows how to deliver the proper medical treatment." He informed Tabby, still somewhat off-put by its appearance, though with the things he'd faced... he wasn't very surprised. As for who he would take this being to? He wasn't keen on the idea of dragging her over to the Banished and to Decimus, especially now that they had allied with Eggman. It all only spelled trouble.
No, they needed other allies. However, at that moment, a bang sounded. Metallic, loose, almost frantic.
The banging's source was coming from a metal locker nearby, among the rubble. It wasn't the only of its kind here, but it was the only producing sound. Sub-Zero narrowed his eyes at it, before glancing toward Tabby.
Without sharing another word, the Grandmaster made his way toward the locker, a dagger of white ice materializing in his hand. A stinging cold to any but him. The banging continued as he neared, and once he had reached it, he cautiously froze the front of it, enough so that the door and its lock became brittle. Brittle enough to shatter. Whatever was inside, banging, would be able to hit one more time to destroy the door completely, though if they could feel cold, they would undoubtedly be freezing from the harsh temperatures the Lin Kuei warrior exerted.
@Shen: King of the Mist @Psymallard
Papyrus
The skeleton pranced about the two, humming his theme song as he did so, clearly proud of himself for delivering such an excellent interview. He undoubtedly would reach a new level a fame once the day was through, he was certain of it. He had stopped paying attention at Slowking's interview, too focused on his own future popularity. Sunglasses and cool cars awaited him, that much was guaranteed. Oh, and the popularity? He had hit a new level of prestige today. Perhaps this place wasn't so bad, despite being ruined and stinky. Not to mention barely anyone was around. How could he expect to be recognized if there was nobody around to do that? They needed to migrate to more populated areas.
He decided to voice this.
"HEY!" He shouted at Kilton and Slowking. "WE SHOULD FIND MORE PEOPLE! ALSO, THERE WAS A HUMAN WITH US EARLIER. HAVE YOU SEEN HIM? HE LOOKS LIKE..." Papyrus paused, looking from Kilton toward Slowking. "HE LOOKS LIKE MY PINK FRIEND HERE, EXCEPT LESS PINK AND LESS SHELLY. ALSO LESS PINK, DID I MENTION THAT?"
Unbeknownst to the group, there were alien forces converging in the area to pick the ruins clean for supplies, and trophies. Banished Brutes, accompanied by their lessers (at least in their eyes), and it would only be several minutes before Papyrus, Slowking, and Kilton were surrounded by these massive creatures.
@Psymallard @ThAtGuY101
Donkey Kong
He didn't want it to come to this.
The Kong was far more used to settling disputes with his fists and his appetite for bananas. Playing diplomat was far from his strongest suit, but considering this human was considering it, DK understood that he had potential to be an ally. Maybe. Hopefully?
Now, came the embarrassing part. The Kong's awful sign language. He knew bits and pieces, nothing comprehensive as he'd grown bored in his past lessons. Now he needed to use what little skill with sign language he had to get his point across to Vio.
The first gesture was easy enough, the ape moving his hands in a way he hoped the kid could comprehend. He was hinging a lot on the assumption that this boy might know sign language enough to comprehend DK's unpracticed attempts at it.
'Help' was the first. He couldn't remember what 'me' was, so instead he pointed at himself, which was probably the gesture anyway. He then pointed off into the distance, then made another sign. 'Family'. Outside of that, he wasn't sure what else to convey. Hopefully it was enough to understand.
@Gamingfan @Shen: King of the Mist
