Felicie "Number" Schäfer
Cerulean City
"Yes, well. I'm sure we would all love to swap names and such, but we should probably be getting back to the rest of the army. Or at least start getting something done," Blaze said.
Number turned and looked at him with empty eyes. If it weren't for the gravity of their situation, she would protest about how they didn't even know where to go next. Though she agreed they should probably pick up the pace and do something, it was quite hard when you didn't know where to go. Moving was a start, Number thought, despite not knowing where. Like when you look for a light switch in the dark. You'll find it easier by searching the room and tripping over laundry than
sitting in the dark. But there was the rare chance that there was a gunman in that same room, and once you step in the wrong direction, your brains get blown out.
Number nearly shuddered but she didn't want her weakness shown. Not by being afraid, and not by asking any questions. The problem was, her mind was overflowing with questions.
Where are we going? I don't wanna go anywhere if I don't know what's happening. Of course, she held back in stating so, because she didn't feel like being known as the minuscule, smart mouthed Nidorina who was shot by Hyper Beam and then redirected to the Game Over screen. No, that wasn't a pleasing thought. So Number got quiet and looked at the Wartortle with searching eyes as if hoping he had something to say about this.
"Big fella's right. Thing is though, not a lot of t'army's left. A good amount of 'em went either south, east 'r west t'warn the other cities. 'N t'infected sure's hell not gonna let us regroup that easily," the Wartortle said.
How did the others manage this, then? Number thought. Although that was a tactic that wasn't very useful considering all the humans ever did in the cities was organize a lockdown. Closing up the cities and running away only gave the Infected more power. Like when you give candy to a crying child. It will just cry and cry again till it gets all of the candy it wants. The Infected will attack and attack again till they get everything they want. But what Number didn't understand was, if the Infected wanted to take over the region, why destroy it? That was pretty stupid of them.
If they threatened the cities before attacking, they could have taken everything over the easy way and not strain themselves if the humans had enough fear and built up enough hype. But it's impossible for any living creature to be that stupid. No, they were trying to
destroy, not command, humans and take over what was left of the world. Whether they had to kill Pokémon in the process or not, humans would be gone. Number glanced at the broken glass on the floor and shifted most of her weight on her left legs. Pretending to give up wouldn't work, then. Making an agreement with Deoxys could.
What she really needed to do was somehow get in contact with Deoxys. What was needed for that to happen was an Infected. Infected had to keep regular contact with Deoxys, so what the Valoran Army needed was to find a place to hide out and exterminate the tougher Infected in the process. In addition, they would need to find the smallest and weakest ones and somehow use them to locate Deoxys and reason with him while still remaining hidden, even anonymous. Though they needed to at least be smart. No sense in getting brainless Pokémon who knew nothing. What Number secretly thought was that it would be more exciting to capture his most faithful minions rather than the ones who couldn't care less. Being separated from master had to tear and shred and stomp at their emotions. If they had any. But Number knew that if they caught Infected that were
anything like that Emolga, they wouldn't mind ratting him out.
That wouldn't be as fun for me.
"…hit 'n runs on nearby infected, set up a trap here, wha'?" Number blinked rapidly, realizing that she had been spacing out while the Wartortle talked. She looked up at him as he glanced between her and Blaze. It was now that she had her thoughts gathered that she chose to speak.
"Come now, telling me a simple name won't drag us behind," she said with a genuine grin. "How could I possibly call for backup if I don't know what my backup should be referred to?" she said, her cockiness glowing.
Really, though. How will I? If they don't cooperate I'll have to assign them each a number. Blaze can be Backup One and Wartortle can be Backup Thirty Five. Number introduced herself in an attempt to influence the Wartortle to do the same. "I'm Number." She paused. "Well, I have a suggestion for a plan of action. I say we first find Charizard and the human. Then we establish a hideout. A military base, if you will. On our way there, we can take down any Infected we happen to meet. That way we are getting two jobs done at once. When we establish our base, we could then stock up on supplies and weapons. We then begin a search for Deoxys and try to find his goals. Depending on what it is or if we even find it at all, we could try and make an agreement with him while still trying to take him out. Only then he won't know it." She chose to leave out the fact that she was sure she already knew Deoxys' goals. "In case you think finding such a high power is void, the search could be done while we also scour the other cities."
The plan sounded well formulated enough to Number. "In other words, we find team. We walk back through the forest and kill any Infected if we want. Then we make a house. Possibly find healthy Pokémon to help and be friends with. We go to next city." Number purposely said it in an oversimplified way. Maybe too simple to the point where anyone older than four would be downright insulted. "What was your name again?" Number asked the Wartortle innocently. She was lucky if she didn't manage to get slapped across the face.
((OOC: I'm so sorry about this apocalyptic post. I got into it... :x lmao))
