Dies Irae (Judgement Day) Upon Us

[Legend]

OOC: Short post to carry along.

It had seemed for the moment, but just that mere moment, Raizel had lost control of himself. It is as if, Allard's willpower as a persona dominated and controlled the body of Raizel. "I am sorry to hear of your plight, Ms. Sinclair. It seems you and Raizel have much in common. I am curious to see why you hate him so much. By the way, all you are doing is distracting me from my homework," Allard stated with a smile pointing as his uniform and back pack. "On the subject of your Pokemon....." The news broke Allard's statement half way through. According to the news, Lavaridge was about to destroyed by Groudon, the other Elementary Legendary. From what he experienced with Kygore, the Pokemon could probably take down the entire mountain with a single breath considering how bad Kygore trashed the ship by causing the ocean to run a spin cycle."The Purifists" as they dubbed themselves were apparently the group responsible. Other than their lame but still interesting name, the only prospect that interested the body of two men (OOC: Just a nickname for my character, as now he is suffering from Multiple Personality Disorder) was the fact they now sent themselves into the public's eye. Why reveal yourselves? Their goals sound interesting though. Similar to Team Galactic's goals, I guess. More importantly, why the hell am I am giving half a crap about Fenton? A Salamence could eat her and I would still laugh. Wait a minute....is that Travis? I thought he died.

As Allard/Raizel stood to face the news and focus in on it, the elongated body of Travis entered his line of sight. The man seemed determined as usual, carrying his typical heroic pride around. However, a layer of confusion and anger was emitted like an aura. Probably pissed our...I mean MY Metagross ripped him apart, Raizel thought to himself. A look of satisfaction stretched across the face of Raizel. The whole idea that Raizel, by himself, in a sense tore the entire group apart was amazing. And somehow the news covered it, stating that Lance's group was defeated. Wish, they knew I did it...that would make my day.

"Interesting isn't?" Allard spoke aloud at a low volume. Of course in classic insane fashion, the question was not directed at anyone that actually existed. After seemingly awaiting a response to his question, Allard turned to Fenton, offering a kind hearted smile. "Perhaps you should check on your Pokemon. This place does work miracles. I honestly believe they are done with their quest to return your Pokemon to full health.

 

[Rokusasu]

"Only on that, I guess," she mumbled lowly, pondering as to whether or not she should explain the unpleasantries that she and Raizel had exchanged to the man who stood before her. Talking about her issues had made her feel relatively better so far, therefore the female opened her mouth to deliver her reasoning for hating Raizel. However, she was intrigued by Allard's sudden pause, and craned her head to stare at what had stopped him mid-sentence.

"Well..." Fenton sighed after the news bulletin finished; her vision of the screen had been obscured by a decorative indoor plant as well as other Pokemon trainers standing in front of the television, but she had still been able to learn the contents of the story via listening. Whilst the information was broadcasted, silence had embodied the entire room, give or take the faint bleeping emitted by various machines. "Not really. It's just something to scare people I guess... Most things on TV are souped up in order to manipulate people. But I suppose that means that I can't stick around here. Even if the group is 'broken', I still said I'd go investigate things- I'd rather do that than sit around doing nothing at all. If there's even a glimmer of hope that we can prevent these 'Purists' from carrying out their plans..." The girl frowned to herself. "I gotta get going to the volcano..."

"Perhaps you should check on your Pokemon. This place does work miracles. I honestly believe they are done with their quest to return your Pokemon to full health."

Allard's voice interrupted her vocal ruminations, Fenton blinked up at him upon realising what he meant. She leant forward in her seat, to find that the 'Emergency' light above the door through which extremely sick Pokemon were usually taken to was no longer glowing. Gingerly, Fenton rose to her feet and approached the front counter, where Nurse Joy was stationed. It was remarkable how alike she was to the woman back on One Island, who in turn was a double of the Nurse Joy based in Ecruteak City.

"Umm... Uh... My name's Fenton... Fenton Sinclair," the smaller of the two females nodded upon reaching the desk. "My Ursaring?"

"Ah, Fenton, I have your trainer's card right here," the perpetually cheerful nurse responded, handing her the piece of plastic that bore her identification and recognition as a trainer. "Hmmm... Your Ursaring is currently in the intensive care unit. They managed to stabilise him, and have treated the burns as best as they can before they're able to perform a skin graft. Therefore, I'm afraid you won't be able to see him... We can't risk infection... But I can assure you, he'll be fine!"

A flood of relief surged through the girl, who shook her head to prevent herself from crying.

"Thank you... Thank you so much..." She smiled faintly, the turmoil that had been plaguing her since the incident occurred alleviated somewhat by the news that he would be okay. Yet... Travis' fate had not been so positive... Refusing herself to dwell further upon that subject, she handed over Ursaring's Pokeball for safe-keeping before turning around. She would go back to Allard, and then...

The crowd huddled around the television had cleared, but one still remained in the vicinity of the device. He was unmistakably tall, and a Squirtle comfortably positioned upon his shoulder. Not only that, but his face was identical to that of the deceased member of the 'group'. Surely...

Fenton was unable to help herself. She darted towards the man in a manner that was reminiscent of a lioness hunting her prey, grabbing onto his arm and yanking it to disprove the fact that he was a ghost- mostly for her own benefit.

"You're supposed to be dead, you idiot!" The girl cried, upon identifying that this was not an illusion. "You were on the beach! You weren't moving! You were dead, dammit! You're an ass, for making me feel bad and depressed because you died and I couldn't do anything to save you! And now that hot guy over there is gonna think I'm a crazy woman for A), saying that you were dead, and B), for yelling at you like this! Seriously!" She exploded, though little anger surged through her veins. Then, Fenton realised that her vociferations had been quite loud. Loud enough for Allard to hear her call him 'hot'. Yet again, Fenton's cheeks took on a rouge hue, though this particular shade was verging on tomato-red as she cast a panicked glance to Allard. "I mean! Uhh... Ah..." Flustered, she failed to access the right words that would heave her from the hole she was digging herself. "... Ugh... Now look what you made me do, you stupid tree-person! You better apologise for putting me- and Lucia! Through all that. Not that I care about you as much as she does..." Fenton mumbled, cheeks still saturated with colour.

 

[SamuraiMaster]

As Travis watched up at the television, his anger mounting, he felt a tug on his arm, not a friendly tug, but that of desperation. He turned and saw Fenton exploding at him.

"You're supposed to be dead, you idiot!"

"Yeah, nice to see you too-"

"You were on the beach! You weren't moving! You were dead, dammit! You're an ass, for making me feel bad and depressed because you died and I couldn't do anything to save you! And now that hot guy over there is gonna think I'm a crazy woman for A), saying that you were dead, and B), for yelling at you like this! Seriously!"

Travis could only sigh and look at her as if to say that the argument she was making at the moment was not at all a good one, or a logical one. Upon calling the trainer where she was standing earlier 'hot,' she began to go crimson. Travis almost chuckled.

"I mean! Uhh... Ah... Ugh... Now look what you made me do, you stupid tree-person! You better apologise for putting me- and Lucia! Through all that. Not that I care about you as much as she does..."

The word tree came back. Travis smiled. It was good to know Fenton was the some old Fenton he met about a day ago. Nicknaming, short-tempered, and dug herself too deep holes. Travis waited for a brief moment to make sure she was done ranting. The trainer somehow seemed familiar...his face...maybe Travis was just going crazy. He didn't say anything.

"Uhh...if you're done, let's just say it is very nice to see you alive as well." Travis said with a slight chuckle. "And well...let's also say everyone has a guardian angel at some point in their life...later on if you wish to know what the afterlife looked like, I will gladly share with you."

Lucia entered his mind. Where was she? She wasn't here, or if she was, Travis didn't see her. "Let's just be thankful that Damageplan didn't come back to destroy Rustboro...very thankful...speaking of Lucia, where is she?"

 

[Rokusasu]

"Afterlife?" She raised her eyebrows, wondering how he had managed to reach such a hallowed place, whereas she had been subjected to the delights of Glinda the Good Fenton when it had been her turn for the near-death experience. "Sheesh, I'd rather it was a surprise, to be honest..." The girl shrugged. "Besides, guardian angels aren't real, it's just ghosts and spirits and stuff." You could take the girl out of Ecruteak, but there were still some Ecruteakan principles embedded within her beliefs. "You probably got lucky with a good spirit or something, that's what--" Fenton abruptly terminated her statement before she leaked any information to Travis- it was bad enough that she had mentioned her plight to Allard. Ah, Allard- how could she forget him?

"Say, Travis," the girl frowned, biting her lower lip and staring up at the man with a coy expression upon her face. "How about we ask that guy over there to join us? He's only got homework to do otherwise, and seeing as it's just you, me and Lucia- by the way, I don't have a freakin' clue where she is, I'm not her babysitter, but I think my Roserade's wherever she is... But anyway. Allard. I think... He'd be a good addition to our team," she smiled to herself, casting another glance to the mysterious male. "He's nice, and we need to get going quickly- so make a decision!"

((Ha, my shortest post yet, I believe. XD But yeah, I'm all outta creativity today. D: Please don't hurt me. ;-; ))

 

[SamuraiMaster]

OOC: Apologies for the little delay in posting. Yesterday was busy with my new band.

IC:
Fenton began talking in disbelief about Travis and his experience, but Travis just smiled down as he normally did when he was calm. Part of him laughed in joy at Fenton's speech about there being no such thing as guardian angels. Travis knew it wasn't really a guardian angel that allowed him to "return," but he was pretty sure he couldn't just will himself to leave heaven whenever he wanted. But he decided not to mention this mostly because he didn't want to sound like a religious phanatic. Fenton cut herself off at the mention of a good spirit. Travis didn't need to know why. He remembered her explosion at Raziel about her past and something about witchcraft...however, that wasn't important, and never would it be. One person's past was their own buisness. Travis fully respected the privacy some kept on past, as he himself hated talking about his past and he rarely even brought it up.

"Say, Travis," she began again, "How about we ask that guy over there to join us? He's only got homework to do otherwise, and seeing as it's just you, me and Lucia- by the way, I don't have a freakin' clue where she is, I'm not her babysitter, but I think my Roserade's wherever she is... But anyway. Allard. I think... He'd be a good addition to our team, he's nice, and we need to get going quickly- so make a decision!"

She said this rather quick which almost made Travis laugh again. However he managed to keep it within him. That's one thing Travis now had to work on in a way. Ever since he had been traveling with Gill, he had been a target for a lot of laughing in joy. It may have been the personality of Gill, but whatever it was, Travis wasn't always fond of it, but he did admit he liked it a lot more than he disliked it.

Travis took another look at the male trainer. He swore there was something about him...Travis shook that thought away. Fenton was rather acurate on his description of being nice as she had not exploded on him in the last five minutes. However his apperal was that of a punk...and Travis could not stand punks. Travis never walked in a city without at least one kid following him threatening to kick his ass or challenge him to fist fights. And most of these kids were a good foot and a half or two from his size. Travis learned to ignore most of these threats, but they still caused him to get very annoyed, and make him blast his iPod louder than he usually did.

However they needed all the help they could get.

"I have absolutaly no problem with him joining. And it's a good thing you finally spotted me. I am about to head for Mt. Chimney, but I also want to find out where Lucia is. I hope she's okay..." Travis said.

 

[Legend]

OOC: Nice, Band. Good luck with it. Anyway, let's move the plots so more.

Nothing on TV. God, I hate the news. Just a bunch of propaganda to make people scared for their very lives,began the inner monologue of Raizel. He turned his attention Fenton and Travis. From his angle, he could barely hear the conversation but physically he was seeing typical behavior from the duo. Travis was standing around with the his regular dumb, insecure yet angry look on his face while Fenton was screaming as if someone shoved a pole up her ass. Looks like she is back to normal. Great. Guess her Pokemon is fine. Raizel made the choice to move a bit closer to the action, and the first pharse he heard was: "that hot guy over there." Freezing in his steps, it felt as if his very essence was murdered, spit on, and tossed into the fiery depths of hell. No. No. NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That hideous witch thinks I am attractive?! She has no redeeming qualities! My ass has a better personality! SHE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE BOOBS! My pecs are bigger and I haven't worked them out in a few weeks....I really should do some push ups, now that I think about it. Despite the fact his mind completely drifted, Raizel was truly traumatized by the mere experience of having some so beneath find him remotely attracted. However, physically displaying that would easily blow his cover, as she later described as "nice". Of course, Raizel was rarely kindhearted in any sort of way. The last remotely good act he committed was help Fenton in the rain and the one before that was several weeks ago when he stopped a pickpocket in Slateport, while he was shopping and attempting to mingle with society.

Raizel picked up a little bit on the last conversation, the scariest part was the fact she invited him to join their little group. Great, I don't want to join them. I wanna go home to Johto. Get rich and famous and have a normal celebrity life. Not help people I don't give two craps about. Gotta think fast and leave these losers quickly. But how to do it? I can't exactly run away since that would blow my cover. I already ran away from Kygore. There has to be some way out of this. Before actually planning his next move, it had appeared Raizel literally acted without thinking for a moment. It was like a second spirit, soul, or mind had taken over once again, leaving Raizel confused and more importantly angry.

"Going to Mt. Chimney, Ms. Sinclair?" he opened. "I suppose you must be reforming the group? If you wish to save Lavaridge, you probably won't make it in time. After all, the trip is fairly long. Do you have any flying Pokemon amongst you? If not, I do have a Dragonite in my current team. I traded for him fairly recently but I managed to control the creature through considerable. Normally, I carry Swellow for flying, but I heard Dragons are superior in battle strength. I wouldn't know, I don't battle that religiously. I apoloigze, you must be Travis," Allard paused offering a hand for a handshake while fixing his sunglasses so they remained on his pure face." My name is Allard. Allard Ainesworth."

What the hell am I doing? Now I basically just joined the group again, already offering help. This is out of character for me. I am the selfish, aloof ******* who hangs around bars picking fights. Not the goody-two-shoes, heroic type. Travis has that role.

 

[Rokusasu]

Fenton released a frustrated groan, understanding that they couldn't leave Lucia all alone in the general Rustboro area (especially if she was still unaware of the fact that Travis was alive), but the woman was also concerned for the fact that there was an impending apocalypse, and they were standing around in a Pokemon Center reminiscent of the Sudowoodo that used to take delight in blocking the three-way intersection between Ecruteak, Goldenrod and Violet City. It had made those rare exploits away from her traditional hometown difficult, to say the least, and none of the Sinclair brood possessed Water Pokemon at that point. Shrugging, she distanced herself from that particular tangent and focused her attention upon their situation.

"Don't you like... Have her number in your PokeGear? Or whatever you use... Then again, it would be best if I called, to warn her before I pass the phone so she can speak to the guy who bled to death on the beach. I may look like a kid, but appearances are deceiving. Lucia is still a kid, pretty much..."

Then, the male with whom she had been conversing with prior to badgering Travis approached them, addressing her in particular, and then politely greeting the other man.

"Going to Mt. Chimney, Ms. Sinclair? I suppose you must be reforming the group? If you wish to save Lavaridge, you probably won't make it in time. After all, the trip is fairly long. Do you have any flying Pokemon amongst you? If not, I do have a Dragonite in my current team. I traded for him fairly recently but I managed to control the creature through considerable. Normally, I carry Swellow for flying, but I heard Dragons are superior in battle strength. I wouldn't know, I don't battle that religiously. I apologize, you must be Travis. My name is Allard. Allard Ainesworth."

"Well," Fenton began curtly, rubbing her chin in a pensive manner with one hand, the elbow of that arm supported within the palm of the other. "We should be going to that Chimney place, but Travis is worried about one of the group. But a Dragonite, huh?" Raizel had a Dragonite, and it was perhaps the only member of his team that did not instill fear into the girl. "I have a Fearow that I could use, he's in the PC right now... But it'd be great to have you on board!" She smiled sincerely at Allard, her eyes agleam with hope that he would agree to accompany them. "After all. Saving the world is waaay more fun than doing homework, wouldn't you think? But only if you want to... You don't have to, though it'd be nice," the girl babbled, tilting her head coyly to one side and subtly playing with her hair. "I'm sure you'd get on with everyone... When we actually get around to seeing them again."

Though he better not get infatuated with Zora... She added mentally. Perhaps I should come up with some plans to sabotage... No! Sheesh, what am I thinking? Fenton, you're supposed to be concentrating on being a hero! Not your lovelife... Your non-existant lovelife. I bet this guy's had tonnes of girlfriends- he's probably got one already anyways...

Throughout her musings, Fenton had been pulling a series of faces which ranged from deviousness to wanting to slap her forehead with her palm, and from sadness to disappointment. It was quite odd to witness, if you had no clue what was passing through her mind.

 

[SamuraiMaster]

The male trainer began to talk.

"Going to Mt. Chimney, Ms. Sinclair? I suppose you must be reforming the group? If you wish to save Lavaridge, you probably won't make it in time. After all, the trip is fairly long. Do you have any flying Pokemon amongst you? If not, I do have a Dragonite in my current team."

A dragonite? Raziel had a dragonite...and Travis knew Dragonite were not owned by every oter trainer. The pokemon were rare. Dratini were rare to find, and even harder to raise. Travis added this to his list of suspisious things in his mind.

"I traded for him fairly recently but I managed to control the creature through considerable."

Travis had a hard time believing the guy just traded for a Dragonite. What trainer in his right mind would trade away a dragonite?

"Normally, I carry Swellow for flying, but I heard Dragons are superior in battle strength. I wouldn't know, I don't battle that religiously."

Pfft. Travis never believed that no matter who said it. But oh well...

"I apoloigze, you must be Travis," he said.

Travis looked at the trainer. Travis also noted that this guy's height resembled Raziel's...perfectly...Travis shook it off but added it to the still growing list of suspisions in his mind...

" My name is Allard. Allard Ainesworth." he said offering a hand to Travis.

Travis smiled calmly and shook the dude's hand. "I have a Pidgeot. He's strong enough to transport multiple trainers, and still go faster than the average Jhoto to Kanto trains."

Fenton began.

"Don't you like... Have her number in your PokeGear? Or whatever you use..."

"My cell phone?"

"Then again, it would be best if I called, to warn her before I pass the phone so she can speak to the guy who bled to death on the beach. I may look like a kid, but appearances are deceiving. Lucia is still a kid, pretty much..."

Travis shook his head. "I don't have any of your numbers, or I would have called after I woke up."

Fenton began again.
"Well, we should be going to that Chimney place, but Travis is worried about one of the group. But a Dragonite, huh? I have a Fearow that I could use, he's in the PC right now... But it'd be great to have you on board! After all. Saving the world is waaay more fun than doing homework, wouldn't you think?"

This was another thing on Travis' mind. The whole world knew of it's impending doom. WHo in his right mind would want to do homework? Added to the list of suspisions...

"But only if you want to... You don't have to, though it'd be nice," Fenton said, "I'm sure you'd get on with everyone... When we actually get around to seeing them again."

Travis nodded. "We do need to get going. However, I am not gonna just forget about Lucia. I don't think you will either, if your Roserade is with her."

Travis grabbed his backpack off the floor. He then tok out a small piece of paper. "Here's my number. I understand you have an injured pokemon here. I think it's best that you stayed and waited on it, especially if Lucia does come here. I believe she suffered a big loss to Raziel, she will most likely come here if she's in this town. I'm going to go look for her. Keep in touch."

And with that Travis left the pokemon center with Gill on his back in a hurry and went into the streets...it was getting late. He would reach Mt. Chimney before nightall...but first find Lucia and then regroup with Fenton and Allard...if that was his real name...

Travis shook it off. He may just be going crazy over this whole end of the world scenerio. He had to find Lucia...now...

 

[Lucent]

"Kip! Leif! End this! Hydro Pump, Leaf Storm, GO!"

"No! My Pokemon!"

"Too bad. I was hoping for a better challenge." The silhouette swiftly walked over to her Pokemon. The Mudkip and Chikorita both held Everstones, preventing them to evolve. She called them back and looked over her party of six. All of them were evolved, except for the Mudkip and Chikorita, of course. Even her Bagon and Trapinch, which were very hard to train, were on their final stage of evolution. It was perfect, the lot of it. Made the girl very happy. With that, she retreated to her hotel room in Fallarbor.

Fox News was never really that great, in Zora (oh, exSQUEEZE me, SYLPH)'s point of view. It was biased, and a horrible news station at that. Great entertainment, though. Turning to another channel, Sylph realized the same thing was mentioned. So, Lavaridge has been evacuated. Well, one thing to do now... she thought to herself. The couple days, hours, minutes she had of training had paid off. She managed to evolve her entire team, with the exception of two. This was the start of Sylph's new but short) life. Yes, she never intended on staying Sylph forever. She preferred her original, now hidden self over her new one. She missed her beautiful blue outfit, and the carefree personality that made her who she was before going over to the "dark side". Sylph was Sylph, Zora was Zora. Nothing could change that.

Back to her thoughts, Sylph had planned on meeting up with the others. Travis, Fenton, even that b*tchy Raizel, wherever the hell he might be by now. Sudden thoughts of him doing the exact same thing as "Zora" (Fia's Note: Putting her name in quotes 'cause it was Zora's idea to change; Sylph is just the outcome.) crossed her mind, but she erased those thoughts as soon as they came by. No way were they gonna be too much alike. He might've been rich, as of her, but there was no way he would throw away his current life (no matter how pathetic Sylph saw him when she was "Zora", and even now when she is Sylph) for a newer one. Nonetheless, being Sylph now, and being entirely different meant new possibilities. With that in mind, the newly charged Sylph hopped on her Salamence and flew towards Mt. Chimney. She was ready to face Groudon. To face it, and bring an end to the calamity. Or maybe just to slow it down.

No. It would be too much to do at once. A short trip to Lavaridge was required...

(And that's where it ends. Forgive me for being gone, I've been busy with other stuff. Like moving. And not having a laptop, but having to use my mom's laptop. And I can access the Internet on my Wii now, but it'll take too long to post, and I'd rather that not happen...)

 

[Shen]

OOC: Average post is average. My own computer should be restored in all its ancient glory...soon. I'll be back to normal posting-wise then.

Luce let out a deep sigh as she finally lent back against a chair. Through the Centre window, she spied the sun setting against the towering form of Mt. Chimney. She felt like she had done a three-week Triathlon in just the one day; she was completely exhausted. Ko leant gently against her, fighting off sleep himself. Tyl sat perched on her shoulder, too tired to wipe off the dirt on her master's face. Yoma floated around her, seemingly tireless. But the fact that he wasn't zipping around hoping to cause trouble somehow said it all.

"My, don't you seem exhausted!" a nurse said, heading over to the young girl. Her shift was nearly over, but this trainer's Pokemon seemed ready to drop off right there. "Welcome to Verdanturf! How far have you come?" the nurse asked. Luce looked up at her,

"Through the tunnel…" she muttered, not exactly sure to mention that she had started the day in the Kanto region. The nurse seemed like a nice lady. She wasn't of the Joy family, instead having long brown hair and eyes. Luce placed her in about her late twenties.

"Well, let's get your team healed up and refreshed for tomorrow!" the nurse smiled back.

"Sure," the trainer replied, "but we're not staying long so…" The nurse blinked in surprise. How could she be going when she looked like she was about to nod off?
"Of course, a quick heal up will do the trick."

Lucia thanked the nurse as she headed off with her exhausted team. Looking up at the great volcano in the distance, she ran some guesses through her head.
How long will it take to get there? If I remember correctly, from here I can get to Mauville. Then I can go north to Mt. Chimney. I probably won't get there before nightfall… I'll stay the night in Mauville then. She determined. The chairs really were soft and comfy…

As she had at every stop she had made, Lucia thought of her journey up to where she was. She had left before the people from the city had noticed her and decided to head through Petalburg Woods. She later got lost in Rustboro and had a run in with some trainers outside Rusturf Tunnel.

"Hmm…" she mused to herself. The small Pokemon in Rusturf Tunnel seemed very distressed. They were all screaming and wailing, as though they could sense the danger. The Whismur of Rusturf had heard the movements of Groudon. Their screams of fright and warning had failed to reach anyone, so now they fell silent. It was eerie… thought Lucia, Watching so many noisy Pokemon suddenly fall silent. They looked so scared…

It had hardened her resolve. The Legendary Pokemon had to be stopped. She was all alone now, but somehow, she'd do it. She'd save everyone. She wouldn't allow anyone to be hurt again. Not like…

Her hands in her lap tightened as she thought of Travis. It was strange though; she didn't feel completely distraught. Travis was important to her. But he was also dead. Why didn't she feel worse? How had she the energy to travel so far from that beach near Petalburg after confronting a legendary Pokemon and a demented trainer?

Am I a horrible person? She asked herself, Should I feel worse? Should I be there still, crying over him like I was? I just feel… She couldn't tell. She just felt like she had to continue on. For Travis's sake as well. Her mind turned to the titans:
I am a pathetic person though…I know that much. I said I'd help save Kyogre, yet when it appeared, all I did was freeze? Why? She lamented, Why am I so weak? She paused for a moment, expecting that strange voice to call out to her. But it remained silent, leaving Lucia feeling rather lonely.

"We're back! Your team are still a little tired, but I can assure you that they're fighting fit ag- oh!" the nurse gave a small gasp in surprise. The blue-haired trainer sat almost perfectly still, head leaning against the cool window, wrapped in the deep breathes of sleep.

Ko leapt up onto the row of chairs, gently nudging his trainer to cause her to fall down. As expected, Yoma caught her by the mantle, easing her against the pillowed chairs. Tyl fluttered gently next to her head and wiped away the dirt from her face, as she had been itching to do all day. Ko gave a quiet bark to the nurse, urging her to get a blanket for the trainer.

The nurse had no clue what the little Aron had said, but decided to retrieve a blanket anyway for her. She was slightly shocked by the way the Pokemon had reacted. She had seen few trainers these days with bonds like that with their Pokemon. They seemed to look after her more than anything else. The Pokemon themselves seemed quite intelligent and co-ordinated. The nurse concluded that the four must have been travelling together for quite some time.

As the nurse draped the blanket around her, Tyl chirped in gratitude. Like the others, she had awoken to Luce's worried face after being Revived by Travis's items. The weight of her own failure to Luce had burdened her greatly, but she had to persevere and grow stronger. Luce had a cause and Tyl would go to any lengths to achieve it. As she conveyed her thoughts to her fellows in the strange way that Pokemon did, they nodded in agreement.

[FONT=&quot]As she slept, a smile and a tear formed on Lucia's face. [/FONT]

 

[Rokusasu]

((I know what you mean, typing on the Wii = not fun. XD I tried IMing with my Wii once, and my arm went dead. D: ))

Fenton pocketed the paper bearing Travis' number (not exactly the situation she had envisioned when receiving a guy outside of her family's contact details for the first time in her life, but hey), though how the girl was supposed to 'keep in touch' when her PokeGear was no longer functioning, thanks to her brief swim several hours previously which had multilated the electronic device's circuitry system, and when she had no money on her person to use a pay phone. However, the female remained silent, simply nodding her head to indicate that she had understood his statement and watched Travis vacate the building, the Squirtle in tow. She was alone with Allard once more, and under instruction to remain in the Pokemon Center in the event of Lucia arriving. Ursaring's surgery would at least last several hours, what with the skin grafts he required, and the after-effects of anaesthesia were not ones that Fenton would want exploited by the Groudon rampaging through Hoenn and the inevitable hardships they would face. No, it would be best that Ursaring remained there for several days. Not even Blissey were capable of treating third degree burns in a matter of hours.

"I'm just gonna go see the nurse about something," Fenton smiled up at Allard, removing Ursaring's Poke Ball from her messenger bag and approaching the counter for the second time during her stay within the building. A brief exchange between the two women preceded Fenton walking back to the tall man, a Great Ball in hand. "Okay. I thought that seeing as we're gonna go to a volcano, it might be a good idea to bring along a Water-Type," she reasoned, even if he had not been interested in what she had just done. "Ursaring's gone into theatre, so they should have him outta there in a few hours..." Trailing off, Fenton glanced to the doors of the Pokemon Center, having caught a glimpse of something verdant in the corner of her eye, a sweet floral aroma lingering within whatever breeze was drifting in. Grinning upon recognising the shape, she beckoned to the Pokemon.

"Over here, Roserade," the girl called, as the Grass-type scoured the room for the small brunette. He seemed a little confused by the male standing beside her, displaying his perplexion by folding his bouqueted arms and tilting his head to the side. Fenton noticed the body-language displayed by her companion and remedied his confusion. "Oh, this is Allard. He's a friend, I guess." Not someone I've only just met on the street and who I think is cute. Hopefully Roserade will be too busy working out which one of them is the better looking to question that, she added mentally. Indeed, Roserade was particularly vain, often pausing during battle to preen himself and refusing to fight anything that he deemed 'unsuitable' to be seen with. How the Pokemon had developed a persona like that, Fenton was extremely curious. Nevertheless, her hopes were answered as he circled Allard, staring the man up and down. This gave her opportunity to recall Roserade, and he disappeared into his Poke Ball in a flash of red light.

"Sorry about that, he's a bit..." Fenton grimaced, dropping the capsule into her bag along with the Great Ball retrieved from Nurse Joy. "Though you've yet to meet my Aipom and Kirlia... Man, those two are a right pain in the ass..." The girl shook her head whilst smiling, images of their capers surfacing within her mind. "It's because of them that I'm dirt poor, but anyhow! I asked Nurse Joy to keep an eye out for Lucia, and gave her Travis' number to call if she shows up here. Um..." A bashful expression appeared upon her lips, the girl staring doe-eyed up at him. Oh how she would berate herself later. "Do you wanna come with me to the volcano? I'm not really familiar with Hoenn, so I don't really know where it is." There was a region map affixed to one of the walls, but Fenton ignored that. "It'll be fun?"

Yeah, if fun was defined by risking your life to stop a rampaging legendary beast from destroying half the continent.

 

[SamuraiMaster]

These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to me
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms...

Travis walked down the street as the thunder clapped overhead. It didn't surprise him. He immediatly felt the rain start to pour down. He made no effort to avoid it. He was starting to get used to it. Besides, the rain felt good, smelled good, and was relaxing.

Travis had been looking for a good time now...Lucia was no where to be found. Travis didn't know what had become of her. Whether she had moved on, or if she was in trouble, or now maybe even safer...well...now it couldn't be helped. She obviously wasn't here in Rustboro.

It was just him, Fenton, and Allard here...that's right! Where was Carolyn? Did she go on ahead, or did she leave too after departing with the fallen Raziel? That's right...Travis ought to check the hospital...Lucia had been taken by Raziel after all back at sea...maybe she was with him...not likely but possibly...

Travis gave the town Pokemon Cente a call.

"Nurse Joy speaking, how may I help you?"
"Yes, my name is Travis, there is someone there named Fenton McClair. Tell her to start heading for the mountain, she'll know what you mean."
"Uh...okay Travis."
"Thanks." and Travis hung up. Not the most polite phone call he'd ever made, but he was in a hurry. And he started towards to Hospital once again.

As he walked, the lightning above flashed and more thunder roared. The storm had arrived once again. A nice afternoon was now a a rainy day. The rain began to soak to Travis skin, it didn't bother him one bit, he felt...powerful by it in a way...Gill loved the rain...he jumped off his shoulder and began to walk beside Travis, even a bit faster...Gill's water torrent ability always powered Gill...Gill loved the rain...

...Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms...

***

About 15 minutes later, Travis arrived in the hospital. Travis signed himself in and went directly towards Raziels room. He noticed as he went up the stairs (for the elevator was not working), each floor was busy, people were hurt, and some windows were broken. Travis remembered while he was in the ambulance, he saw Rusboro smoking...he still was unaware of what happened. A passing doctor was walking by when Travis got his attention.

"Hey, quick question. What exactly happened here?"
"That's a little vague sir."
"What's with all the damage and broken glass and-"
"Oh, well it's a bit complicated. A few hours agao, a Tyranitaur went on a rampage outside the town, we experienced severe Earthquakes and several buildings were severely damaged. One building even collapsed after the Tyranitaur destroyed a cliff that hurled rocks in our general direction."


Travis knew what had happened now. Damageplan really did take Travis' death seriously. It made Travis happy and sad at the same time bu Travis didn't show anything.

"Thanks."

Travis continued up the floors. until he got to Raziel's room. His room was closed.
Travis knocked....no answer...

He knocked again...no answer. Travis opened the doo slowly as if to expect to find Raziel asleep or busy.

Travis was wrong on both terms...he wasn't even here...a doctor spoke behind him.

"We don't know where he is either. Our cameras show him stealthly sneaking out during the time the Tyranitaur rampaged outside. We have no idea where he is or where he went or how he is...he was in bad shape when he arrived...you a friend of his?"

"We know each other...was there a young female by the name of Lucia here as well?"
"Not that I can remember sir. But with all the patients we've had today, I wouldn't be surprised."
"Thanks..."

Travis left the empty room and left the hospital. He didn't see Lucia's name on the list earlier, he was sure it wasn't there now.

Raziel had escaped the hospital during Damageplan's rampage...Fenton was hanging out with a guy that had an unusually large amount of similarities to Raziel...He had a Dragonite, his height resembled that of Raziel, facial features resembled Raziel...he sounded like...Raziel...

It was almost undeniable. Allard Ainesworth was either a good twin of Raziel...or Raziel himself acting very weird. Travis didn't mind either option, but if it was indeed Raziel...than why did he offer help? aziel had gave Travis an earful about his ninterest in helping out whatsoever...so why the sudden change of heart?

Did he have feelings on Fenton?

Not at all likely...the two kept exploding at each other...but then again there was such a thing as romantic comedy...Travis couldn't help but laugh at that to himself out loud. If he was correct in assuming the two were now attracted to each other, he had no problem with it. In fact, Travis would be happy for them, but it would be the most ironic thing Travis had seen for a while.

Other reasons for Raziel rejoining?

Guilt?

Also not likely. The only thing he'd have to feel guilty for was his Metagross killing Travis...and Travis knew Raziel would never feel guilt for killing anything pretty much...

Trying to keep in character?

This was probably the most likely option. He wasn't calling himself Raziel. His cover would be blown if he just ran off.

Travis shook his head. This was now too easy. He could unmask him probably any time, but hell, lets let Raziel have some fun...

Travis stepped into the now pouring rain.

If Joy did deliver Travis message, then Fenton and "Allard" should be on their way to the volcano now. Travis reached for his belt and called out Aerials.

His idgeot crowed in majesty.

"Aerials, we gotta fly to Mt. Chimney, and fast. let's go!"
Travis jumped on as did Gill and they took to the sky.

(Twisting, turning, through the never)
All that is, ever
Ever was, will be, ever
Twisting, turning, through the never!

 

[Legend]

OOC: I have like no inspiration today so I will make this quick. I apologize for errors.

Raizel was a bit ruffled by Travis but mostly because something told him that Travis didn't buy the whole "Allard" identity. That is a bad trait of Travis as he seems to never trust anyone and always suspects people of other stuff, much like Raizel. However, Raizel isn't a hypocrite. Raizel openly doesn't trust anyone and makes others aware of it. Travis hides it and keeps it covered in the depths of his soul. It makes Travis a terrible friend and ally since you never know how he feels. After a brief discussion explaining his intentions, Travis acted and left the Pokemon Center. His primary goal was to find Luce; an individual who he completely forgot about. The last memory of Luce was her defeat at least he thought he beat her. After all, he basically blacked out after the earthquake performed by Metagross. Considering the damage he suffered from the attack, the Aron that Luce controlled must have been defeated.

After some time and reunion with her own Pokemon that Raizel was unaware she had which was a Roserade, Fenton asked for Allard's assistance in going to the volcano dubbed Mt. Chimney. Fenton was unaware of the location; however Raizel was perfectly knowledgeable of the exact location. He had spent well over a year in the region very recently. Hoenn was practically fresh in his memory. "Ms. Sinclair, I wouldn't worry about discovering the location of our mission. I maybe a transfer student to Hoenn, but I am well acquainted with its overall geography. Follow me outside and we shall begin our travels." Allard made his way outside only to walk from the comfortable atmosphere of the Pokemon Center to the wet hell of the outdoors. The cries began to shed tears and the clouds began to the play the drums while the sky hurled electric waves down to Earth. Perfect, he thought. I can reveal plans to Dragonite then without Fenton hearing. The rain creates a loud ambiance. I will definitely keep my cover and continue with this ruse. Even Detective Travis will buy this one.

Raizel grasped a ball from his belt and summoned his trusted Dragonite from its prison. The Dragonite seemed overjoyed to be summoned but Raizel quickly motioned a halt and mouthed the word "Stop." Being obedient, Dragonite ended his joy and replaced with a stern, angry look. It had seemed the identity of Allard was temporarily subdued, and the outer demeanor was closer to Raizel for a few moments. His walk changed and the nice disposition was replaced by raw strength as the man of two souls approached his mighty dragon. Raizel gripped Dragonite's head and brought his mouth level to his ear and began to whisper.

"It is very important you listen to me. I am acting under the name Allard from now and until the end of this crisis. From now until then, you have to act like I am not your original trainer. The story is, I got you in a trade. Got it? So act angry and moody. Basically act like Kingdra. Give me attitude. Unless the scenario calls for you to be serious. You know the sign for when I want to be serious, so follow my lead. I trust you you know that. Now I need you to fly us to the Mountain up by the training grounds. Okay, I need you to throw me back over to Fenton there. Keep with the act."

Dragonite obeyed and chucked Allard over to the entrance of the Pokemon Center, practically to the feet of Fenton Sinclair. Ow, Dragonite packs a punch....After recollecting himself, Allard performed an overly dramatic kip-up returning himself to his feet in matter of a few seconds, and dusted himself off with a meticulous rich person style. Raizel definitely readjusting to being Allard again and turned to face Fenton. "I apologize. Dragonite has a bit of an attitude. All my Pokemon do actually. Must be my lack of experience and badges. I never found battling that appealing. I am fairly good at it but only because a certain someone inspired me. Only one of my Pokemon actually listen to me that well. Alas, Dragonite is aware of his job. He will fly us to Mt. Chimney." Without any haste, Allard once again grasped Fenton's hand and gently hoisted her onto Dragonite, seating her properly. Allard jumped on as well, seating himself into a suitable and capable position. "Hold on," he order moving her arms into a hugging pose as if she is holding onto the rider of a motorcycle while being the passenger. "Dragonite will make the trip fast." Dragonite grunted to keep the act going and leaped into the air with great force, heading in a generally northern route through the storm.

OOC: Okay, Kiarra you can end your next post with a landing in Lavaridge to keep the story moving. I made sure as implied by my post to put Fenton in a bad, blush happy position.

 

[Rokusasu]

"Ms. Sinclair, I wouldn't worry about discovering the location of our mission. I maybe a transfer student to Hoenn, but I am well acquainted with its overall geography. Follow me outside and we shall begin our travels."

"Wait a sec!" Fenton pointed a finger ceilingward, as if indicating to a light bulb that had magically appeared above her head. "I'll just go and tell Nurse Joy that we're leaving!" Without waiting for him to respond, she sauntered over to the counter for the third time in several minutes, just as Nurse Joy put the phone down.

"Ah, you're just the girl I need," the woman smiled down at Fenton, her face still retaining the warmth it had expressed during the previous two occasions. "Fenton McClair, right? I've got a message here from a young man named Travis?"

"Actually? It's Sinclair. Though both are Scottish.. I'm not Scottish myself, mind... Uh..." She frowned, before clearing her throat. "What's the message?"

"Start heading towards the mountain. You know what he means?" Nurse Joy tilted her head to the side in a charming manner, Fenton nodded in response.

"'Kay. I was going to tell you that I was leaving anyway, but now you've told me, I guess that problem's fixed now... Thank you again, for helping my Ursaring," the girl's gratuity exuding from every pore of her being. "See ya later!" Fenton waved, dashing outside into the torrent seeping from the heavens. Darn, she had not been bargaining on the weather's sudden turnabout, and realised that she would once again be soaked through to her skin. If only she had been more prepared for this journey; Fenton would have packed more than her typical vest tops and shorts, and her hoodie would not have been reduced to a temporary bandage for Raizel's wound. Another storm. More precipitation cascading from thunderous, grey clouds impregnated with the resolve to flood the Earth. Lightning crackled across the sky, vividly illuminating Fenton's surroundings. Where had Allard gone? Surely he wasn't one of those hooligans who got off on leading people on and then ditching them...

Frowning, she took one step away from the automatic doors of the building, misjudging the depth of the puddle before her and causing water to splash across her shoes; the material made it easy for the liquid to soak her feet. Another clap of thunder... It was a good thing that she did not transform into a jibbering wreck during storms; else her journey to the volcano would be hindered further. Her brother Tristan had unsuccessfully endeavoured to instill astraphobia within her when they were younger; his attempts were sabotaged by their older brother. Fenton had no time to dwell upon the memory, as out of nowhere, Allard's body came crashing towards her. Miraculously, he recovered from the impact within a manner of seconds, as if he were... Invincible.

"Well, Raizel fought through the effects of a perish song so yeah, he is invincible." Carolyn's utterance from earlier popped into her mind, Fenton frowned and discarded the thought. Why be reminded of that stupid man? Allard was nothing like him, and his Dragonite had a much more volatile disposition, it seemed.

"Are you...?" She began in a concerned tone, but was cut short by the male.

"I apologize. Dragonite has a bit of an attitude. All my Pokemon do actually. Must be my lack of experience and badges. I never found battling that appealing. I am fairly good at it but only because a certain someone inspired me. Only one of my Pokemon actually listen to me that well. Alas, Dragonite is aware of his job. He will fly us to Mt. Chimney."

"Oh, I see!" The girl nodded, and was about to add to her statement when he grabbed her hand and effortlessly placed her upon the majestic Pokemon's back- her lightweight frame did come in handy at certain times. The rain continued to pelt down upon them, her prediction came true as it swiftly drenched her, causing her clothes to cling to her scrawny form. Even her hair, as short as it was, adhered to her forehead thanks to the downpour. Fenton shivered, but then Allard took her arms and wrapped them about his body. He was warm; a lot warmer than she was. She could feel the ruby glow flourish within her cheeks, but for once she didn't mind- no-one could see Fenton's reaction to being pressed against his rather well-defined body, and the blood that rushed to her face was somewhat insulating. Hopefully he didn't realise that she was clinging onto him for dear life as Dragonite lifted into the sky- slightly concerned for their safety after witnessing a brief glimpse of the Pokemon's attitude. The journey through the storm was surprisingly smooth, with little turbulence affecting the flight. Fenton spent most of it with her head held low, eyes tightly shut to try and protect her face from droplets of rain that felt like knives upon contact, though Allard had been correct upon stating it would be a fast trip.

They touched down upon Lavaridge; the elements had seemingly subsided in their attack upon the Earth. Only a few stray raindrops spat forth from the clouds, but it did not deter from the fact that Fenton was completely and utterly sopping wet, her shoulders shuddering from the chilly atmospheric conditions they had flown through, and her lack of appropriate clothing. Unable to feel her hands or feet, the woman released Allard and dismounted awkwardly from Dragonite's back.

"Brrrr," she shivered, hugging herself tightly and shuffling from either foot in an attempt to warm herself up. The bedraggled girl glanced around at the settlement surrounding them them, noting that the area was completely devoid of activity and several buildings were boarded up. They must have evacuated, after learning that Groudon was on his way- that was the only reason she could envision that explained why Lavaridge seemed like a ghost-town. "I guess... Guess we're the only ones here."

I could really do with finding some new clothes, and stocking up on some items, she thought. They'll have to wait though. We've gotta get to the volcano, stat.

"So, um..." Fenton paused, allowing her teeth to chatter and then continuing. "Lead the way to Mt. Chimney, I guess!"

 

[SamuraiMaster]

The rain splashed against Travis face. Travis was unbothered by it, as he wore goggles over his eyes and Gill didn't get bothered by it at all.

Travis had been flying for a while now and knew he was getting very close to the volcano. Aerials was flying faster than usual, and Travis was actually glad he was. Lightning flashed all around him, but he had flown in stormy weather before. Travis knew exactly how dangerous a stunt it really was, but Travis knew what he was doing. Because of low visibility, Travis was forced to fly lower than usual, and sometimes things would tower over him, and lightning was more likely to hit that stuff. Plus flying around at mach-2, well, lightning isn't always that acurate.

He flew over Vendanturf Town and straight towards Mt. Chimney. It was in sight and he was happy.

So far there was no sign of Groundon, but he would be ready...he knew his odds were against him, but hopefully Fenton and "Allard" weren't too far behind and they could help if they were willing. They could at least slow Groundon down...

Travis smiled as the rain started to slow, and a familiar figure came into view...Carolyn was sitting on the volcano watching two of her pokemon race each other. So Carolyn had stuck with the program after all, this pleased Travis as he flew down to meet her.

***

The man had heard of the visitors now occupying Mt. Chimney. He really wished they never came but oh well. He was prepared. Earlier that day, one called about Carolyn arriving, and then disappeared. No more grunts were on the volcano, but the evidence of their presence was rather easy to find when it was spotted...

It couldn't be helped.

The man just sat with his eyes glued to the screen...soon the trainers would discover their presence and he wasnted to make his introduction as polite as possible...

 

[The Jewel of Life]

Carolyn looked up to see Travis flying in, so she called her greetion. "Hey! Nice to see you arrived here okay..." Carolyn's voice trailed off when she saw that Travis wasn't in perfect condidtion, he looked pretty bad in fact. "Wow... what happened to you? I know Raizel was hurt but..." her voice trailed off again as she began to think. Ok, so I dropped off Raizel at the hospital a while ago... I bet he is fine. But what do I care? He is a jerk, and more than that, he left the group. We won't be able to have our battle after all. Oh well. "Oh yeah, where are the others," Carolyn piped up again, "I haven't seen anything of Zora, Fenton and Luce since... at the beach. Hey! I haen't seen Zora since early this morning... I wonder what she is up to." Carolyn called over Sky and Slash who were happily playing at the time. Sher returned them to thier pokeballs and then looked up at Travis, way up.

 

[SamuraiMaster]

Travis sighed as he recalled Aerials at Carolyn's question of what happened to him. The only answer he could and would say was, very vague.

"It's a long story. As for the others, I am almost clueless. I was...'seperated' from the group for a while, and have only come across Fenton. She is with a guy who calls himself 'Allard' and as far as I know, they are either right behind me or should be here soon. Raziel has disappeared from the hospital and most likely gone now. "

Travis was holding the Allard actually being Raziel part away for now. Number one, he may be 99 percent sure Allard was Raziel, but still weird things happened in this world and he could expect anything.

"Lucia...I have not seen since the beach. Like I said, it's a very long and complicated story I would much rather not dig into at the present moment. Zora...I have no idea where she is either. I guess you saw a ghost pokemon on the yacht, well I am not aware of it. I haven't seen her since the lab this morning..."

Travis had said what he needed to say, now he had to say what he really needed to say. Before he said it, a haunting roar came from the east. Groundon was getting closer to the deserted town of Lavaridge. Groundon would arrive in less than a half an hour at the empty town. Travis quickly recited a silent prayer for any who might still be down there.

"Hear that? Groundon is slowly coming towards Lavaridge. I am not gonna be surprised if he stops by his home while he's at it. I dunno about you but I would like to have a look around."

 

[Lucent]

Lavaridge was a ghost town. It was exactly as Sylph expected. Nobody around, maybe a few Pokemon unsure of where to go. Everything was deserted. Even the hot springs, which were supposedly the most famous hot springs in the entire Pokemon world (though One Island near the Kanto region boasted a great hot springs area too), had no trace of human (or even Pokemon) remains. The place had such a quaint feel to it, but what Sylph was the most aware of were quick quakes in the ground. But it wasn't an earthquake, no, it had to be Groudon. It was coming much closer, and Sylph could sense it.

It also seemed like the rest of the gang was nearby too. Sylph decided to keep everything on the down-low, and if anyone asked her who she was, she would say in a blunt manner just exactly who she was, even though who she said she was wasn't really her. It was Sylph, her alter ego. Despite changing name, appearance, and personality (not to mention party members, though they had always been with her for some time), Zora couldn't deny that she was still Zora. Just being "Sylph" meant she could go undiscovered for some time, until her real identity burst out of her.

A roar in the east, and another shudder came from Sylph. Groudon's getting closer... she thought to herself. No matter. I'll fight it as best as I can. Besides, I have a couple Water Pokemon with me now, and even my other team members can handle it... She took off her pack and opened it. Gently reaching inside, she retrieved one of her Pokeballs, the one containing her Mudkip. Though she might've not looked it, Kip was one of Sylph's strongest members, though her power couldn't match that of Serene or Hector's. Nonetheless, Kip went through a lot more training than the rest of the team during Zora's time as Sylph, so she was at a high level. This was probably because Sylph didn't want her to evolve, and because of that her stats wouldn't be as high. So, to make her stronger, more training was required. Sylph didn't put her team through tons of training within the hour, but she made sure they got their share. And they were ready. Ready to face Groudon, ready to face anything that stood in their way...

 

[The Jewel of Life]

Travis's response was less than what Carolyn had hoped for but she didn't want to push for a story. He also explained that a new group member was on his way, Allard, wich interested Carolyn. "A new group member? Cool, it's nice to be able to build up our crew again."

Suddenly a huge roar sounded and Carolyn jumped a little in alarm. Travis seemed to have heard it too.

"Hear that? Groudon is slowly coming towards Lavaridge. I'm not gonna be surprised if he stops by his home while he's at it. I don't know about you but I would like to have a look around."

"That seems like a good plan. We should probably wait for Fenton and Allard and then start exploring." Carolyn looked up to the sky to see if they were coming.

 

[Legend]

The trip to Lavaridge was short which made geographical sense after all. Rustboro was not incredibly far away from the mountain and considering Dragonite flew the dynamic duo to the city, the avoidance of routes reduced the trip time by a significant factor. Flying through a storm had caused Allard's and even to a greater degree Fenton's clothes to become wet rags at best. Great, he complained internally, With my clothes soaked, I am gonna get sick. I can't change either, otherwise everyone will know Raizel is Allard. And then I am gonna be ripped to shreds by the entire group. Travis will wanna kill me, Fenton will wanna rape him especially with all the blushing she is doing lately, Carolyn will force to play tea party with her and her Pokemon, Luce will cry about her very existence and Zora will sing to me again. Damn, that sounds worse than hell. The stress of his potential fate caused Allard to physically stir. Drying his shades with an old rag he pulled from his pocket, Allard recollected himself and focused on the task on hand. With a deep breath of fresh air a scan of the surroundings was taken. Lavaridge was desolate and abandoned. The evacuation was no joke and was accomplished successfully. The streets lacked any life or culture that was usually present within the city. The fiery spirit of its citizens was extinguished and instead an empty void took its place. The wind had a strange omen, at least in the minds of Raizel and Allard. It wasn't one to stir fear, but it definitely knocked them off center and disoriented the physical body. Not a single soul was present in the immediate area, however with allowed Allard to regain his confidence. With no citizens around, the threat Groudon had on the populace was effectively removed. "Good," Allard stated. "No innocents can be harmed if and when Groudon attacks. It is a relief, that it is." Even the inner monologue of Raizel was relieved, knowing that the Pokemon he carried with him could unleash their full strength with no worries. Of course, Raizel also hoped everyone that lived in Lavaridge had good insurance.

"Lead the way to Mt. Chimney, I guess!"

Fenton spoke with a sense urgency and desire. It was quite apparent she desired to climb the mountain that housed Travis, along with anyone else who desired a shot at glory. The united group could then unite and win lots of brownie points for saving the world. Defeating Groudon would make just about anyone famous and wealthy. It was also the morally correct thing to do, but only a handful of people strong enough had that train of thought running through their heads. However, before Allard could even direct Fenton to the exact location of Mt. Chimney a powerful roar of power and barbaric fury flew through the air. Just what I needed. Another legendary. Well, sorry Groudon. Having to flirt with Fenton to keep my cover has made me very pissy. And I got just the Pokemon to fight you. You are going down. Allard's strength had slipped and a small moment of Raizel shined through. A smirk stretched across the face of Allard and his right hand made a tightly clenched fist. The posture and physical mannerisms resembled that of Raizel, even for just a moment. But soon after, Allard had regained control and the kind-hearted soul returned.

Suddenly, an individual caught Allard's eye. It was an amazing feat Allard noticed the individual, but a squint was performed. It failed to answer any questions, but clever deductions can always be made. Strange, I thought everyone was gone. Probably some angsty teenager who hates their parents and wants to die. All of the places in Hoenn, Lavaridge is one of the last places I expect to have suicidal teenagers. They need to get out of here, 'cause otherwise I will have another death on my hands. I have caused enough of those in my lifetime. A quick run of the variables and a plan was conceived.

"Ms. Sinclair, listen carefully. Look towards the east and Mt. Chimney will enter your ears. I recommend scaling the mountain in some way or form with great haste. Get Travis and any other of friends that are there and escape with your lives intact. It is better that your group plans ahead to put an end to this. Charging head on will only temporarily stop the problem. It will not serve as a permanent cure. Groudon is a threat to all of Hoenn and he will likely destroy us all," he took a deep pause catching his breath and choosing his next words carefully. "I will stay here and hold him off for your escape. You could say part of me desires combat right now."

With his statement done, Allard adjusting his sunglasses and smiled back at Fenton before running towards the lone individual in the distance. He had hoped that Fenton would listen to him for several reasons; the biggest being he could use his team's full power without worrying about blowing his cover. The whole idea of finally fighting a worthy opponent excited Raizel to a current degree. Luce was child's play and Kygore would have been unfair battle considering the Legendary had the element of surprise. Neither battle was truly honorable. An old fashioned battle was what Raizel wanted, needed.

The earthquakes grew stronger and the roars louder. The combined force of the two had caused Allard to lose his balance several times in his run towards the lone individual. A sense of familiarity was emitted but he shrugged his off almost immediately. A lot of punks swarmed the land and Raizel had met his fair share in due time. After all, his current appearance was that of a school boy with sunglasses. If that doesn't scream punk, what does? Perhaps this appearance: All black with fiery designs and dyed hair. Sunglasses and make-up complete with spiky hair. Yeah, that would do it. The individual was clearly female; one that if Raizel wasn't such a total prick could probably date. However, this wasn't the time. A pissed off Legendary was approaching and Allard had to react. The innocent that stood before was begging for death, something Raizel could easily arrange for the sake of the greater good. Killing one person to stop a Legendary was an easy decision, but one that challenged basic human morales and disrespected basic human rights. Allard would not stand for that and the was the personality that was in control, but to Raizel's distaste. Raizel's only ability was to watch, speak his mind despite being locked in and wait to be called on once again.

"Excuse me, miss. In case you are not aware of the situation, I shall shed some light. The Legendary Pokemon Groudon will be here shortly and I highly implore you to escape with your life. A strong woman like yourself is meant for far greater things than death." Allard spoke with sincerity. All he could wait for was a response.