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Dies Irae (Judgement Day) Upon Us

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((Who's gonna control the cops that'll come after Fen? XD Sheesh, more trouble for the poor girl, though you picked a bad time to get all legal on her. D; -been playing Phoenix Wright a lot recently-. They'll never get to Mt. Chimney on time at this rate... But lots of things for Fen to respond to, yay. <3 Seeing as I'm italicising lots of stuff again, I'll bold her thoughts like I did before.))

She stood there, staring down at the blood that had accumulated on her left hand (the girl had taken precaution not to utilise her injured hand in a manner that would lead to his blood seeping into her wound). With a sigh, Fenton's brown eyes flitted to Carolyn, and the girl listened to what she had to say- not without finding the urge to make dry remarks in her head.

"Well, Raizel fought through the effects of a Perish Song so yeah, he is invincible."

I thought only Pokemon were supposed to be affected by that? Else everyone'd faint after three turns... Perhaps Raizel's part-Pokemon? She had to restrain a snigger at that moment, despite the situation.

"Also, I meant after I got him to the hospital which is the answer to your other remark. My mom and dad are both doctors, do you think I wouldn't know that? Slash here is going to take Raizel to some hospital in the city here, where we can find a hospital."

Well, you didn't seem to demonstrate it when you let your Pokemon yank that thing outta him... And... Ugh, I feel sick. I think I'll go clean my hand up in a minute... So long as that Metagross doesn't move, I'll be okay... I think.

"Since when did you care so much about Raizel anyway?"

Fenton's stance straightened, the girl blanching somewhat before gritting her teeth. "I don't give a damn about him!" She began adamantly, but her words were cut short as Carolyn continued her monologue.

"Don't worry, that was a joke. No one can watch someone bleed to death and just stand there. Except a murderer. They have no feelings."

Damn well that was a joke, or else you'd be bleeding to death yourself, she seethed mentally, but her body language became more relaxed upon listening to the remainder of the girl's speech. Tch. I shouldn't let myself get so bothered about comments like that- it's not as if there's any truth in them. I saved him because it was the right thing to do, and because I really don't want to be crushed by that thing over there... Fenton shuddered at the idea yet again, and pretended to be interested in adjusting Raizel's bandages- that was until his body was dragged over to the Charizard and placed upon the orange beast's back.

"Oh, if you think having him fly is stupid, let me say one thing. I once broke a leg and the bone was sticking out of the skin it was so bad! Slash here, carried me to a hospital without even causing me pain. He defines smooth flight. I'll catch up with you if you all have left by the time I return. See ya."

She was completely powerless, unable to retort in the time between Carolyn closing her mouth and the Pokemon launching themselves from the sand, into the sky.

Maybe Raizel's not the only invincible one... Came her next line of silent sarcasm, but then realisation dawned upon the small trainer. "Hey!" She hollered into the heavens, attempting (futilely) to catch their attention. "What if he falls off? He can't exactly hold on, and... Ugh, why am I even bothering... They can't hear me, and it's not as if I care about the dumb guy anyway..."

Fenton was about to turn around and head towards the sea, in order to cleanse her hand of Raizel's blood. The waves would inevitably crash over her other hand as she bend down and then seep into the wound, causing a stinging sensation within the injury. However, no such event occured, as the ground beneath her feet began to rumble. Diverting her attention to the culprit, her blood froze within her body as she witnessed the sight of the metal titan approaching her- how on Earth did it manage to close the distance between them without the girl noticing? This was not relevant, as Metagross continued to move towards her- Fenton's feet were anchored to the sand in complete and utter fear. Soon, they were inches apart, her breath causing clouds to form upon the polished surface of its 'face'. Once again, an irelevancy. All that the girl could think of was the pair of ominous- no, maleficent, forboding pair of eyes which seemingly bore into her skull, as if accusing her of something.

"No, I-I-I!" Her voice stammered, as if it were a broken record. Perspiration beaded down her temple, her heart thundering beneath her ribcage at a rate that rivalled the tremours produced by the Steel-type. She attempted to close her eyes, but she could still sense the unadulterated dark aura emanating from the creature, which instilled even more terror into her being. Fenton couldn't hear Travis summon his Tyrannitar, she instead stood there in utter petrification, praying silently and promising to atone for her sins and misdemeanours. Then, the roar from the Dark/Ground type acted as her saviour, causing Metagross to direct his fury at the other Pokemon.

"Damageplan, Earthquake attack!"

Those words, she did hear. Fenton released a high pitched, high decibel scream that pierced the air upon the ground beginning to tremble, legs still reluctant to allow her to move. As the tremours increased, a blur of brown fur darted past her, Ursaring taking her up in his arms and diving over to safety. Rosarade stared at the bear in disdain, but his haughty manner subsided upon witnessing the state of his trainer. Tears gushed from Fenton's eyes, hands clinging onto the fur of the Normal-type as she sobbed loudly from a culmination of the terror and the relief, which was now sweeping her body. Ursaring managed to stand up with the small woman in one arm, observing the struggle between the two titans as Roserade folded his boqueted arms, uncomfortable in the presence of a bawling Fenton. She never cried like that, and after all that had occurred since they landed... Well, how Metagross had the audacity to intimidate her and cause her to fret for her life...

"Roserade," he nodded curtly to the bear, and elegantly moved towards the duelling Pokemon, implanting his roots into the sand to secure himself as the earthquake passed. The Tyranitar launched an Ice Beam- the Grass Pokemon leapt high into the air, cape fluttering majestically in the slight breeze. A flurry of lacerated leaves spiralled outwards from the bunches of roses, directed towards the steel body of Metagross. Of course, they would not inflict any damage, but even if he were to scratch that stupidly shining form of it...
 
Raizel had asked Carolyn to go so she left, without saying anything. She had made some dumb mistakes, but what could anyone expect? She was only twelve after all. Once a mistake is made, it is never repeated. Ever. She would do better next time something like that happened. Once outside the building, Carolyn recalled Slash. She had decided to head to Mt. Chimney. Even if the others hadn't left yet, they would meet her there. That was where they were supposed to head. She clambered on to Slash's back and took flight, enjoying the peace of the air.

~End Carolyn~
~Begin Slash~

Slash was sent out and sniffed around before having Carolyn's weight, though small it was, placed on his strong shoulders. He took flight and stayed quiet in sorrow. His trainer had been harmed by the words of others because of his actions. He hung his head in dismay and explained his worries to Carolyn. "What? That's what you're sad about? Nonsense! You can't be expected to be super smart. You're a charizard, not Uxie! Forget about it." Carolyn's words were soothing, but is was still his fault his trainer had been humiliated, and his alone. He may not be the being of intelligence, but he should be smart enough to know not to make mistakes.

A bouncy and lighthearted music began to fill the air. The melody filled Slash's ears and lifted his spirits. He began to happily growl along (as best he could), because he knew his master was playing her harmonica. This simple tune always made him feel better and he began to fly with great energy in a show of pleasure. Knowing that his trainer would stay on, he performed a nimble flip in mid-air. As Slash had expected, Carolyn was still holding tight when he leveled off again. Suddenly, he banked downward, straight into a cloud. A spray of mist greeted him and made a hissing sound when his flame touched the tiny water droplets. Slash did not worry about this though. A mighty charizard couldn't faint because of mist, that would be pathetic.

When Carolyn's song ended, he was still in a cheery mood, but did not show it as much with flying tricks. Instead, he blew a puff of smoke that formed a ring in the sky. Quickly he altered his course a bit so he would go straight through. The warm ashes settled on his wings. A nudge from his trainer reminded Slash that he had a job to complete, and he began to head once more in what he presumed to be the direction of a volcano, one his master called "Mt. Chimney." Now he flew faster than ever, his energy renewed and his spirits higher than the stars themselves.

~End Slash~
~Begin Carolyn~

The bright and joyful song she had played did the trick and Slash was showing his usual exitement. He tended to be overemontional when it came to his trainer, so Carolyn was not surprised by his behavior. She wondered what had become of Zora, and if she'd ever see Raizel again. She didn't like him, but instead the thought of beating him. One day, she would get a battle with the rude trainer. Carolyn and her charizard continued in the direction of Mt. Chimney for what seemed like ages, but eventually she ended up at a large volcano, and because she didn't know this region very well, she was not sure if it was the destination. Since she had not heard of another volcano here, she assumed this was the right one. There was no sign of Travis or the others, so she rested on a large rock while Slash glided happily around and around in circles.

As an idea struck Carolyn's head, she sent out Sky. The flygon greeted her in a playful manor and Slash came to see what was going on. "Okay you two, whaile we wait for the others, you are going to have a race." Slash grinned widely and Sky churned his wings through the air. "Okay, the race is to that tree," she indicated to a dead tree, "on your marks, get set, GO!" The two pokemon lept into the sky from their starting point and sped as fast as possible to the designated finish. Each one was slicing his wings through the air as fast as ever, each determined to win. For no apparant reason, Sky stopped and fell down on the ground. In his victory, Slash burned down the finish-tree and then glided to Sky. Carolyn sprinted up by her pokemon's side to see what was the matter. When she got close enough, she saw the problem, and laughed. A volbeat was struggling out from under Sky's belly, he had crashed into a fellow pokemon. After helping Sky up he quickly explained that Slash's victory was a fluke and asked for a rematch. Just another classic moment in the life of Carolyn, watching Sky's clumsy mistakes.
 
OOC: You can control the cops. It is just something to add a little fun. You can get rid of them right away. I figured Raizel would wanna screw with Fenton. Making a siblingish relationship there for the time being.

-Enter Metagross-

Being Double team sucks ass for an obvious reason: you have to worry about two opponents in a single moment. Each one receives less attention that it should, causing a higher chance of defeat.

Metagross was blasted with a cold beam while in mid-air. Being shot at point blank, the initial force of the attack was not softened launching the heavy tank several yards easily. During his flight away from the tyrant, leaves struck his armor. Since Metagross was unable to control his flight, the leaves had an easy time hitting the think armor. The sand acted as a cushion making the impact of the landing more pleasurable. Both attacks lacked any elemental advantages towards Metagross, allowing him to shrug off the attacks no problem. The Grass moves did little more than scratch the paint if you will and the ice attack was used by a Rock/Dark type meaning the full potential of the blow was not achieved.

Flipping up and returning a standard standing position, Metagross stared at his opposition. His initial foe was accompanied by a Roserade, a grass type Pokemon. Metagross had to revaluate the scenario. Facing two foes produced the problem of attention. "Damageplan" was clearly an even match for Metagross and showed no signs of losing. Roserade seemed weak in comparison but could become an annoyance. The brains worked hard to develop a suitable course of action.

Brain 1: Our first foe has no true advantages. Using moves out of his element. Roserade is more specialized. Take it out first and redirect full attention to the actual problem.
Brain 2: Ranged combat produces a better advantage. Close combat has developed no results. Must adapt to situation accordingly.
Brain 3: Defense has proven to meet requirements for battle. No need to worry about dodging attacks unless elemental weakness is attacked.
Brain 4: What the other brains said. Reinforcements may be provided. Master isn't that illogical to leave us here.

Metagross' brains developed a perfect plan that worked before. Flash Cannon the trainers. Works every time. Metagross' stance resembled the one before during his battle with Luce, but this time two legs were used. Metagross gathered energy that was white as snow but pure as hell. The attack was eventually launched, aimed at Travis and Fenton. The blast from both legs unified to form an attack that rivaled blasts fired on television shows such as Dragon Ball Z. The mass of energy was bright as the sun, blinding all the locked eyes with it. Its aura was demonic, its ferocity unparalleled by anything before it. Even hell itself wasn't his brutal. Metagross is a sick Pokemon. No wonder Raizel is afraid of it.

Eventually, the opposing trainers were staring at their inevitable fate. The blast could not be avoided.

-End Metagross-

-Enter Dragonite-

Dragonite was no lazy bum when it came to flying. With the beach not far from the city, Dragonite reached the destination in a matter of a few minutes. He was too late to prevent Metagross firing at the trainers. With that a head slap followed, sighing to himself at his failure from preventing death and destruction. Dragonite landed by Metagross' side, with the steel tank turning to face his partner. They nodded at the acknowledgment of one another. Dragonite was surprised at the fact that Metagross didn't try to murder him. Usually the monster was unforgiving, jealous and a complete psycho. The change was nice, but it was only temporary.

OOC: Enter Pokemon dialogue. Translated by yours truly.

"Aiming at trainers again? You know Raizel doesn't like that," Dragonite stated in a calm, nonchalant voice. Dragonite despite his stance as the unoffical leader had a lax attitude about the others. His disproved of nearly everyone's behavior, but knew it wasn't going to change. Everyone was too old to change. Except Raizel's Lucario, but he wasn't there.

"So master sent you here," Metagross began. "I am guessing he wants me to return immediately. Figures, right when I began having fun. That big rock thing is clearly a fun target, but that ugly grass beast is just annoying."

"You guessed it. Let's get out of here before they attack again. I think Raizel rather...err Master would rather we come back in one piece."

"Fine. Getting double teamed is a fun challenge but I think the rock thing is cheating anyway. He isn't getting hit by anything I throw at him." Dragonite just sighed. With the argument over, the two began walking back towards town with Dragonite leading the way. Metagross seemed fine with the whole situation. Probably because from his view, everyone died.
 
The Metagros stared at the two pokemon facing him...a Rosegarde now joined Damageplan. Travis looked at the Metagross. It didn't attack...it was planning something...and before he knew it...the Metagross attacked...HIM!

A blast of energy was heading at a frightening speed at Travis and Gill... Time seemed to slow...Travis' first instinct was to get Gill off his shoulders and out of the blast zone, along with any other pokemon on his belt which he did in a smooth motion. Time grew slower Then he sat down looking down...

So this is how it ends? Everyone turns on each other...while the world ends around them...take care of yourself Gill...

The blast impacted Travis...and he immediatly felt the life leave his body...
He felt nothing...He stood up and saw his lifeless body lying on the ground...a stairway appeared before him that lead straight up towards the heavens...Travis looked up, and set foot on the stairway...

***End Travis***
***Start Damageplan***

The Rosenguarde did little, and was barely noticed by Damageplan himself. The Metagross was not slowed by the ice beam attack...but he look at at him as he looked at the Metagross...with extreme caution. Then he did something unforgivable...

He launched an attack right at Travis! And that girl! He didn't care much about the girl, but Travis was his trainer, friend, and Damageplan looked at him as one would look at an emperor. Respected. Travis threw Gill and his belt out of the way then sat down as if to meet his fate...upon impact, Travis was blown backwards against a canyon wall and ended sitting almost as he had started...

A dragonite flew from the sky...big whoop. He began talking to the Metagross. Damageplan immediatly rushed to his teacher's side...

Travis had his head down. He smelled blood...Blood was stained against the canyon wall and he bled from his mouch and nose.

"Travis?"

Gill Rushed over and also began to shake Travis' lifeless body as well. Travis' entire team appeared out of their pokeballs and rushed to their fallen friend. Damageplan recognized Sanitarium, St. Anger, Aerials, and Orion. All tried to wake Travis.

Damageplan tried once again.

"Travis?!"

It was no use...Travis Darrell Mura...his friend and teacher...was dead. Murdered...

A rage began to build within Damageplan...

No pokemon simply just attacked a trainer for a death blow like the Metagross just did. The fate of the other girl was unclear...but that didn't matter...Damageplan felt the rage swell to an unbearable pressure for any human, but to Damageplan...this was fuel. He was now unstoppable.

He saw red in his vision. His claws clenched so tight that his nails punctured his hide in areas and he began to bleed. Pain...felt...amazing...The ground he stood on actually began to shake, his spiked spine glowed white...as did his eyes in rage. Absolute rage...

Metagross had just murdered Travis. Now...Damageplan would crucify Metagross...along with anyone with him. That dragonite...his trainer and any others he knew...all would suffer...all would rue the day they were born...rue the day they decided to end Travis' life like one extinguished a candle!

Damageplan turned in his rage and saw Metagross and Dragonite walking towards the town...

He felt a thunderbolt from St. Anger...St. Anger was trying to stop him...how pathetic. Nothing could stop him. Not even the whole ocean would stop him! Travis was dead! Someone would answer!

Damageplan inhaled deep, and upon exhalation...roared a roar that would be heard for miles out...

A roar that would haunt any living soul who heard it...

Damageplan was now pissed.

He took his first step... Without even intending..yet intending, an earthquake spread out...disturbing the body of Travis causing it to lay on it's side. His team fell over. All respectfully stood out of Damageplan's way. He took another step, and another step...his rage fueled him. Travis was dead. TRAVIS WAS DEAD!!!!!!

TRAVIS IS DEAD!!!!!!!!

He roared again. He then began to set for the town. He would catch this metagross before he hit the town...or tear the town down building by building until that Metagross was in 500 pieces beneath the sea!

Prepare to die, beast of steel...not all the angels of heaven can save you now...

***End Damageplan***
***Begin Travis***
The enviroment around Travis changed immediatly. Despite the stairway's huge length, Travis found himself at the top in a matter of seconds. He stood in a garden...a beautiful garden. Unlike anything on Earth.

Travis knew where he was...but he should not have arrived here so early...Lance said life woul dbe at risk...but Travis never expected to die at the hands of a pokemon a partner owned...

Travis shook that thought off.

He walked through the garden. There were colors he had never seen on Earth before, and plants that towered taller than skyscrapers...he continued to walk until he could go no further. Before him was a huge door. A door that reached skyward with no end in sight. The door was made of stone and judging on it's size...was very very thick. Unlike anything Man could make. The wall it connected to, was a wall of shadow. ou couldn't see the wall, but it was there. It also reached skyward with no end in sight. Travis approached the door...it didn't open...

A feeling of dread fell over Travis...

"I've been condemned...
 
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(('Kay. :3 I'll see what I can work out, and then plot how she'll get her revenge later on. >:3 Also, the arrest speech is what the cops in Britain say, so yeah. XD))

Roserade continued with his attack, though the Metagross barely flinched from the maelstrom of leaves which assaulted its body- in fact, the Pokemon probably couldn't feel them. But what else could the Grass/Poison-type do? Toxic Spikes did not affect Steel Pokemon, neither would Sludge Bomb. Hidden Power, although elementally advantageous, would not deter Metagross from its rampage. Therefore, Roserade continued his flurry of continuous Leaf Storms, but knew that it would only take a short period of time for his energy to be depleted, no matter how much he wanted to protect his sobbing trainer. Then, the sound of energy gathering at one specific focal point attracted Roserade's attention. He saw Metagross prepare the attack that would unleash further chaos into the situation, and responded almost instantaneously.

"Roserade!" He cried once again to Ursaring, leaping into the air and out of the way of the Flash Cannon. Both Pokemon understood what had to be done- Roserade did not wish to witness what happened next. Metagross' blast of light hurtled towards the trainers. Whilst Travis protected his Pokemon by pushing him aside, it was the other way around for Fenton, who was still in tears. Ursaring held her tightly, turning around so that it was his back that met with the Flash Cannon. The stench of charred fur and flesh filled the atmosphere, the Great Bear released a roar as pain seared through his body. Fenton stopped crying, as she released what was occurring. Or had just occurred. The unnatural light that had consumed the beach disappeared, the attack was over. She felt his paws become limp, enabling her to dart free from his protective clutches just as the Normal Pokemon slumped upon the sand, bringing up clouds of the particles which then rained down upon his body; dappling his brown fur with flecks of white. Though where he had received damage, there was no fur. Simply flesh that had been chargrilled by the sheer power embedded within the attack. It was horrific.

Fenton ignored the plight of the other trainer, instead falling to her knees and staring dumbfoundedly at the injury, transfixed by the notion that he had saved her.

"N-no... Ursaring!" She cried, tears welling within her ducts for the third time that day, and pouring down her face. "Ursaring!" The Pokemon did not respond, no growls came from his muzzle.

Wing beats swamped the silence that had otherwise descended upon the beach, Fenton looked up to witness a Dragonite land beside the monstrosity that was Metagross. Something about it stirred within her memory, and then it came to her- the night before, she had been carried in the rain by a Dragonite. The two interacted for a brief moment, and then walked away as if nothing had occurred. She turned to her companion, trying to work out what to do- she could no longer use her PokeGear, nor could she leave him there to... No, she wouldn't think of that.

Suddenly, Travis' Tyrannitar unleashed a bellowing roar as the ground shuddered beneath her, causing Fenton to lose her balance even though she was on her knees. Travis was on the ground some distance from where she was, his condition unknown to the girl whose thoughts were now torn between helping her companion or the guy who she indirectly owed her life to. Tyrannitar set of in pursuit of the other powerful Pokemon; the other road which connected the beach to the city was how the local Officer Jenny reached the 'crime scene'. The siren blared across the shore- Fenton wondered if Lucia had called the police or something during the ordeal, but upon standing up in order to judge Travis' injuries, she felt a pair of hands grab her wrists.

"Are you Fenton Sinclair?"

The girl turned around to be met with the sight of a pretty blue-haired woman bedecked in uniform staring back at her.

"Uh... Yes, I am... Why?"

"Fenton Sinclair, I am arresting you on suspiscion of theft and causing GBH with intent. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court."

"What? No!" She cried in protest. "I haven't done anything! It was the Metagross- it attacked us for no reason... My Ursaring... My friend..."

Officer Jenny glanced to the bodies of the human and the Pokemon, her eyes widening.

"Well I have reason to believe the contrary. But you say the Metagross that you stole... Did that?"

"Yeah, but I didn't steal anything... And I haven't caused... Who... Who said that I attacked someone?"

"I'm not at liberty to say, but he told us that it was a girl named 'Fenton Sinclair' who

"Me? S-steal a Metagross?" She choked incredulously. "Wait a moment- he?" The girl all but spluttered. "That bastard! I... I stopped him from bleeding to death, but I wasn't there to stab that metal into him!"

"How do you know about the metal?"

"Because I saw it get pulled outta him by the Charizard that took him to the hospital! If you don't believe me, there're witnesses! And I have an alibi! When I got here, he was already..."

"An alibi, you say? Well, if you'll just come down the station with me, we can discuss it... There's back-up already on their way to catch the Metagross in question, they can handle this..."

"No! Fenton managed to twist her arm free of Officer Jenny's grasp and stumbled back. "I'm innocent! And... And... The guy who reported me... He's just got it in for me! You can even check the prints on the metal shard, you won't find any of mine there! But right now, we gotta help Ursaring and Travis. They... They could die if we don't..." Her lower lip trembled but she tossed her head determinedly, trying to abate the tears. "You can investigate me all you want after we get them to safety, but right now, they're more important. And... There's a girl called Lucia around here somewhere. We need to make sure if she's okay too!"

"Ugh, the Sarge isn't gonna be happy when I report back to him, but okay." Officer Jenny sighed, taking her radio from her utility belt and speaking into it. "We're gonna need an ambulance- and something to carry a Pokemon to the Pokemon Center! The Metagross isn't here- the suspect claims that she has nothing to do with either charge, but she'll be staying with me until both injured parties are taken to safety."

((Samurai, I dunno what you're planning on doing with Travis, but I've left it open for you to pick up from the ambulance/ whatever. If anything needs editing here, let me know, okay? :3))
 
OOC: Well Travis at the moment is well...dead...not for long but he'll be dead for a little.

IC:
***Team excluding Damageplan***

Gill sobbed. Travis was dead. His heart was not beating, and his breath was gone. Blood flowed from Travis' mouth, nose and the back of his head. His friend was now dead...he cried some more. He could not be comforted...

St. Anger was with him. He felt like Gill. Just speechless...unwilling to believe Travis was dead. Orion went and sat alone. He was in disbelief. Aerials had flown up and perched on the edge of the cliff and looked over the sea.

Sanitarium was watching the humans. Fenton was just getting arrested. He knew this was wrong. He wasn't present upon Travis' death, but he was a telepath and knew everything.

He didn't know how to communicate with humans but he had to try and help Fenton. She wasn't at fault here!

"Hey! She's innocent! You have to help her pokemon! You also must transport the body of my trainer to Rustboro......he's........he's dead......his Tyranitaur is chasing the Metagross that just killed him...he is a threat...he is dangerous...I wouldn't get in his way...

***End Team***
***Begin Damageplan***

Rustboro town was in sight! Metagross was about to enter. Damageplan still felt his palms bleeding! Pains felt amazing! He let out a bellowing roar. That could be heard for miles out again! He would make everyone remember Travis' team by his victory today.

Nothing could stop him...only Travis...TRAVIS WAS DEAD!

The Metagross was about to enter Rustobro town when Damageplan called in anger, sadness, and rage.

"Metagross! You are indeed a worthy foe! But down inside, you are a murderous coward! The ghost of my teacher now looms above us all and I will not stop until you are nothing but dust! As you showed no mercy to Travis Darrell Mura...I will show no mercy to you! Prepare to die, you bastard!"

His eyes glowed white with rage as did his spine. He didn't attack, but the earth trembled and buildings of Rustboro began to collapse and loose their formations.

Damageplan didn't care. This ended now...
 
OOC: I don't know about you, but I wanna move on from the battle. So I will. I think Raizel as a character has disrupted the plot more than enough for the time being.

-Enter Raizel-

Crash! Boom! Explosions ran amok! Chaos conquered the city and his first decree was total destruction of his own capital. Raizel, who was snuggled in his bed sleeping like a baby after a hard day's work of total corruption, was thrown from his bed as if fate wanted him to do something about it. As he rose from his bed on the floor, a familiar roar was released into the air forcing itself to be heard. Despite hearing the cries of women, children and cowardly men, he identified the Pokemon out a sheer experience with the type. That is....that is.....a Tyranitaur? Sounds angry. Very, very angry. A palm to his forehead followed upon his next revelation.Metagross, you fool! Blowing my cover with your f***ing bu##sh!t. Damn cops know who I am and that I own a Metagross. Raizel had to improvise. Quick. Checking his injuries he saw the doctor lady didn't an extremely good job fixing him up. The wound was stitched and taped as he asked to do earlier(OOC: offscreen for plot's sake). His arms and legs were also bounded with the same stable medical tape as his chest and his head injury on his forehead was healing nicely. Well, I have been worse. I think I can get out of here. With madness running the hospital, he made it his business to snatch his belongings and retreat to the nearest bathroom.

Time to change my appearance, he thought to himself. But how? The cops and my former buddies cannot know its me who is me. I have to be a new person. I guess its time to use the old name and older look. I did love being a teenager at some moments. Less problems. A small chuckle and smile overcame him, but he returned to his seriousness soon enough.

Digging in his bag, Raizel pulled out his old knife, still in mint condition. Using a mirror that was conveniently placed in the bathroom, he sliced his hair off. Restyling it, his new haircut was a decent length, with the back running to the base his neck. The sides remained flat, and his bangs were shortened to cover his forehead. To complete his new facial look, he brought his old sunglasses to cover his eyes and help with the scar's bold appearance. Looking at his face, one couldn't tell the man was formerly Raizel.

The clothes presented a different obstacle. Ditching his fabled jeans and t-shirt look, he went to a more formal and younger look: (Japanese style) School Uniform. Johto was a traditional nation in some respects, and his family loved tradition. So he kept in line with traditional clothes, something Raizel didn't particularly mind as once in a while he walked in to a situation that called for traditional attire. The uniform had a black base, complete with a black formal jacket and blank pants. Wearing black sneakers over the Vans from before, Raizel ditched the badass t-shirt for a plain white formal shirt to complete the outfit. Raizel left the hospital not as a battle damaged warrior but a teenager who just ditched the school because of the earthquake.

Gotta find Metagross and Dragonite before the place falls down. But Metagross probably pissed something really big off. Maybe Godzilla. And I thought the bad guys were dangerous.

-Exit Raizel for now-

-Enter Metagross and Dragonite, complete with Pokemon language-

About to apporach the border, Metagross and Dragonite were forced to make a stop. The roars annoyed both to the point that even Dragonite, the calm one, teeth began grinding together. A deep sigh was released from the calm dragon before facing the angry little baby of a tyrant. Metagross had already faced him listening to the words that were a vain attempt to stir fear into the retreating party members:

"Metagross! You are indeed a worthy foe! But down inside, you are a murderous coward! The ghost of my teacher now looms above us all and I will not stop until you are nothing but dust! As you showed no mercy to Travis Darrell Mura...I will show no mercy to you! Prepare to die, you bastard!"

Dragonite refused to allow the battle to happen aware of the urgency that was caused when Metagross nearly killed the trainer. Raizel was not in danger from the opponent that faced them, as half of the team could defeat him given correct guidance. It was legal troubles; ones that brute force couldn't solve. "Metagross, make it quick. We have to leave. Now. Raizel is in as much as trouble as the dead trainer over there. So blast him or whatever. I rather leave, however. No sense in murdering anyone else." Metagross turned to Dragonite. Not liking the idea of retreat, he understood the sudden importance of the situation. Nodding, the tank chose words to combat the tyrant, which wasn't his opponent's strong suit. Metagross, however, had four brains. Intelligence was his strength and he planned to make full use of it.

" Your brutish sentiments are falling on a monster who is as cold as steel. However, I am not blind like you are. I become aware of many things before you can comprehend the simplest of words. Clearly you hold your trainer in high esteem. You cared for him. You loved him with all of your heart. However, your feelings of love and affection were far weaker than your lust for battle. You didn't save your master. Instead you let him burn, crumble, and die. Now, being the brute that you are like the rest of your kind, you let bloodlust blind your simple brain. You seek revenge and my death. Barbaric desires will get you nowhere in this civilized world. If you truly loved your master, you would return the same care he conveyed to you to his body and his friends. Maybe the hands of fate that my own master leaves his own delicate life in will grant you some favor for your good behavior."

Metagross' tone was that of a civilized aristocrat, complete with the same vocal style of Raizel. It carried a sinsiter tone up until the end, in which a level of sincerity was bestowed. For all intents and purposes, Metagross used the technique in order to leave his opponent into a state of thinking.

Upon completing his speech, Metagross and Dragonite ran as fast as they could. Metagross built energy into his legs and enter a glide while Dragonite resorted to flying. They entered the maze of Rustboro City, leaving Tyranitaur in the dust for all eternity. Dragonite lead the way to the vicinity of the hospital. There, he had hoped they would met up with Raizel.

-Enter Raizel for regroup-

Raizel waved to earn the attention of Dragonite and Metagross, both of which came to a sudden stop. "Fill me in later. Get in your pokeballs." Raizel was quick with his hands, blasting them with red light to return them. With his team united, Raizel began walking to towards the Pokemon Center, begging to the fates, that it was still standing.

To complete his new persona, his walking style was transformed. His posture shifted to more of an aloof, punk ass style instead of the proud warrior stance of Raizel. He kept his hands in his pockets, his sunglasses in check, and his butchered hair planted on his head.

OOC: Okay, the post is now open for someone to pull over Raizel, asking for help or something. But be wary, he looks completely different than before. So you can call him, Random Person A.
 
The Metagross spoke...like a diplomat...

" Your brutish sentiments are falling on a monster who is as cold as steel. However, I am not blind like you are. I become aware of many things before you can comprehend the simplest of words. Clearly you hold your trainer in high esteem. You cared for him. You loved him with all of your heart. However, your feelings of love and affection were far weaker than your lust for battle. You didn't save your master. Instead you let him burn, crumble, and die. Now, being the brute that you are like the rest of your kind, you let bloodlust blind your simple brain. You seek revenge and my death. Barbaric desires will get you nowhere in this civilized world. If you truly loved your master, you would return the same care he conveyed to you to his body and his friends. Maybe the hands of fate that my own master leaves his own delicate life in will grant you some favor for your good behavior."

Damageplan was furious. Not only had he just been insulted, but Travis was now also insulted. Damageplan would have gladly blocked his attack...IF HE COULD! From where Metagross stood, he had a clear shot at Travis...and was in the path of Damaeplan. Damageplan could not outrun any attack nno matter how much he wished he could! And even if he could...YOU JUST DIDN'T ATTACK A RANDOM TRAINER OUT OF THE BLUE! But before he could point this out...Metagross and Dragonite fled...

Damageplan was more enraged. Travis would haunt him the rest of his life now...he would endlessly be in Damageplan's mind...

But when Metagross was seen again by Damageplan...there would be no way to see what got him. Damageplan had his entire appearence basically implanted in his mind now. He knew he might be with a Dragonite, and he knew the voices of both. He even could smell them if he really had to...

Next time... he thought in a fury, before taking his anger out on the cliff wall. He smashed his claw into the cliff dislodging rock and some rock flew into Rustboro town. The rock smashed into buildings and caused great damage.

Damageplan turned...roared once more in extreme sadness and walked away...the way he came...nothing else mattered...

His friend and teacher was dead. His killer escaped. And Damageplan felt his honor go down the drain.

***End Damageplan***
***Begin Travis***

"Ahh, the young one arrives finally..." a familiar voice said from behind Travis.

Travis smiled. He didn't need to turn to know who it was behind him. Without turning, he said in a happy voice, "Hello grandfather."

He then turned to face him. He was kneeling on the ground. Digging and planting plants. He looked like he was in his 30's again, and he was stronger. He also sounded younger and bolder. He never looked up to see Travis.

"Grandpa...what are you doing out here?" Travis asked rather foolishly it seemed.

His grandfather chuckled, still not looking up. It was good to know that laughter was still around in the afterlife. Then his grandfather did look up...not at Travis, but at the garden.

"Magnificent, isn't it?"

Travis nodded to himself. The garden he did admit made anything on Earth look like absolte crud.

"This garden is one of the many joys I now have, Travis. I help take care of it, and am glad to do it. Maybe one day you will enjoy it as well."

Travis shook his head. "I think I've been damned. The doors of heaven won't open to me."

His grandfather stopped digging and looked up, he had a smile, but his voice was rather serious. "No Travis. You are not damned. You are still written in the book of life. If you were damned, you would not be here. There are countless of othre souls that have come here to have the doors of Heaven locked on them. Sometime later, they return...to the doors wide open. Those souls have life on Earth still...as do you."

Travis laughed. It felt good to know he was still loved. "I only wish I still had life. The world down there is ending as we speak, and I was just murdered by a Metagross."

"I told you to watch out for them." his grandfather laughed...he had always joked about how he had been an expert pokemon trainer...when he never even caught one pokemon...except for Aerials ear the end of his life. Still his stories never failed to amuse Travis...even entertain him.

"But that's all about to change," his grandfather began. "You're time here is rather short. You are about to go back into your body. Your team is very uupset and you must try and figre out a way to calm down the trio that threatens Earth. For the real apocalypse...has yet to make itself known to the world..."

A roar from Earth got Travis' attention.

"Damageplan...I gotta calm him down..."

"Go then Travis, God speed with you. Farewell..."

He walked to Heaven's doors, and a blinding light enveloped him as the doors opened to him. Travis had no ned to shade his eyes, because the light didn't hurt his eyes. He saw his grandfather look up once more at the garden.

"Magnificent...isn't it...?" And he was gone...

Travis felt his soul returning to Earth...it wouldn't be too long before he was back with his friends..........

OOC: I'm gonna wait for Fenton's post now
 
OOC: I agree, you've dragged this bit on longer than necessary. This sort of stuff should happen mid-way through the storyline.


Luce's mind was in turmoil. So many things had just happened, and she felt she wasn't even there to witness them. Slowly, her mind began processing what had happened… Why was she so slow like this? She wasn't stupid, but her mind seemed to have stopped ever since losing to Raizel. There was nothing more in the world that she would have liked to do than to find a quiet place to hide and cry. Like her old home. Nobody bothered her there. She was all alone with just her feelings. She had never felt truly lonely, for she never knew much else.
Her body leapt up after she awoke to her surroundings.

Travis is hurt! He's hurt! Running to his side, she mentally berated herself for not moving sooner. What had she been doing? She seemed to have shut down. Over losing?

"Travis!" she yelled, gingerly placing Ko down as she knelt beside the fallen man. "Travis, wake up!" she cried. Why is this happening! Why is everything falling apart? She gently shook his body, hoping to prompt him to awaken. But he remained still. He was a right mess, blood everywhere. The tears that had been slowly forcing there way through finally broke through, gleefully charging into the world. This isn't fair! This. Isn't. FAIR!

Poor child.

"Come on…Travis!"

Has the world abandoned you? Again?

"Someone…help!" she begged the sky, glancing at Travis's sorrowful Pokemon.

It is your fault.

"No…no, shut up…" she moaned quietly, instead looking around the beach and spotting Fenton, her body wracked with shuddering sobs.

Those you hold dear. One is at death's gate, the other has been broken. All because of you.

"Be quiet…" Her tears splashed gently on Travis's face.

You cannot silence the Truth. It will hunt you down and shackle you to its miserable reality.

"Why are you saying these things!?" she asked shakily to the voice only she could hear.

You are weak. Your weakness will destroy you, just as it has your friends.

"I…I am strong! I…"

You failed to protect yourself, your comrades and your friends from a single foe. You lie. You are no more than a leaf against a hurricane. Eventually you will be torn apart.

"Why won't you just go away!" Luce screamed, "Just go away and leave me alone!"

Did you not vow to save those great Pokemon? The master of the Sky, the Earth…the Sea?

An image of Kyogre drifted into her vision, obscured not by her tears.

You could not handle your own fear. Begone, little girl. You are not fit for this world. You are a plague, a villain, a disgusting stain upon the world!

Luce froze as she heard those familiar words. How often she was told that. If only she-

Look… the voice sighed, See how easy it is to break you. I grow tired of this game. Grow stronger, little girl. Then seek me out. Tell me Who You Are.

Suddenly, the voice began fading away, its question echoing inside her head.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

[FONT=&quot]"Someone…help…" she let out a last cry as she buried her head in Travis's chest, silently crying.[/FONT]
 
(Crap, been gone for a while (moving, school trip, etc.), so I need to get posting...)

It had been, what? A while before the battle had ended? Seeing as Raizel was pretty useless, Zora had let him go. Chiru's Perish Song had ceased probably around the middle of it all, and she had had Fia return by her side. Flying back to Fallarbor Town, Zora took a break by Mt. Chimney (which probably wasn't too bright, due to the unnatural activity there) to take a moment of serenity. How often was it that she got really upset and started cursing out others? Then again, it didn't seem like something a "rich" person would do, which is exactly what she liked about cursing. As she looked at the tall volcano from one of the smaller mountains, she sighed and thought about her mother. It had been a while since her death, and Zora wanted to remember her as much as possible. Not to hurt herself, but to honor her mother, the one she cared for the most.

After about an hour or so, Zora continued on to Fallarbor Town. She crashed on her bed, thinking of how she had abandoned the others in a great time of need. She didn't MEAN to do it, she just wanted to find a quicker way of reaching her destination. But by now, she was ashamed to show herself to the others. Raizel, she didn't five a rat's ass about. But Fenton, Travis, and all the others... They were a different story. Perhaps, for the time being, she would take on a new look. But to accomplish that, she'd have to fly to Lilycove. The department store was there, and Zora was sure she had enough money to get all the clothes she wanted. She also thought about switching her team, too.

As bright and hectic with customers as ever, Zora found herself in Lilycove's Department Store an hour after she had taken her half-hour break at her room. She went out and bought a bunch of clothes that just didn't fit her, and after a long half-hour of doing that (strangely enough, Zora hated shopping for clothes; she preferred spending her money on Game Corners and shopping at those), she returned to Fallarbor. After that, a whole list formed from when she arrived. First, she headed to the Pokemon Center. She dropped off the seven Pokemon (since Fia was gone for the while, Chiru took up the sixth spot) and picked up six of her other Pokemon. Mudkip, Chikorita, Bagon, Trapinch, Vaporeon, Flareon. Second, she headed back to her room. She called out all her Pokemon and told them of her situation. They understood, to her delight. Third, she changed. Her jeans and gypsy-blouse disappeared, her slipper shoes went bye-bye, and on came her new look. A black tank top rising above her midriff, blue flames on the bottom. A black bra to go with her top. Black khakis, also housing blue flames at the bottom of each pant leg, as well as at her torso, to go with her outfit. She had black sneakers, and black wristbands on each arm. Fourth, makeup. A very un-Zora thing to do, but if she was going to change her attire, why not change what she looked like, too? She put on mascara and periwinkle eyeshadow. She also applied normal red lipstick, though it didn't seem to stick out as much. Fifth, the final touches. Black, catty sunglasses to wear (with her irises showing just a tad), so she seemed not punk, but not emo or goth either. And finally, her hair was pulled up. It became straight, except for at the top. It was turned into a ponytail (tied together with a black ribbon with silver rhinestones all around the border), and her hair stuck up in a spiky way.

Zora thought about giving her hair black streaks, but felt like it was too much (this would probably be temporary, sge told herself). Given that, she was done. Actually, there was one final step Zora had overlooked. A pseudonym. She didn't want anyone to find out Zora had gone from carefree, rich, gambling girl to who-gives-a-rat's-ass punkster. It just didn't seem right. So, after dwelling on her name for quite a bit. Zora finally got it. Ebony, Sylph Ebony.
 
((Rawr. D: This is going to be an incredibly crappy post, because of the lack of enthusiam I have to re-type what I did earlier... Stupidly enough, I forgot to c&p. XD Also, with Lucia there now, there's not much need for Fen to hang around. ^_^ Might as well help spur this along~))

She sat in the passenger seat of the vehicle that had arrived on the beach to collect Ursaring, head resting against the vibrating glass of the side window as they drove towards the Pokemon Center. Officer Jenny had remained at the scene, trying her best to comfort the young girl who had appeared out of nowhere whilst she had been occupied with her conversation with her colleague. Fenton however, was oblivious to anything but the wellbeing of her Pokemon, once the blare of sirens erupted throughout the beach. A team of Blissey had swarmed them from the back of the Pokemon Ambulance, waving Fenton away from her companion and exchanging shrill commands amongst themselves before effortlessly lifting the bear's body off the sound and loading it upon a stretcher. They carried Ursaring into the back of the ambulance in a militaristic fashion, and then ushered Fenton to the front cab. There, she had been greeted by the driver. The man had tried to rouse a conversation between himself and the girl, but she had adamantly avoided uttering a single word- preferring to stare vacantly from the window and not contemplate the fates of her Pokemon and a friend. No, he wasn't a friend, just someone she had met the day before.

She released an almost inaudible sigh, knitting her hands together upon her lap and continuing to stare out of the window at the scenery between the beach and the city. Trees, the occasional house or two... Nothing that was interesting enough to pique her interest and divert her mind from lingering over the thought of a valued part of her team, and indeed her life, passing away. Officer Jenny had let her accompany Ursaring because the woman believed that the girl would remain at the Pokemon Center... In all honesty, Fenton had no intentions of moping around in the waiting room, with other trainers feigning sympathy in order to satisfy their nosy urges and obtain gossip concerning Ursaring. Her state of mind at that particular moment was just not... Not willing to tolerate other people. Therefore, when the ambulance stopped, she produced her wallet, presenting the driver with her trainer card.

"That's the info you'll need." She shrugged, handing it to him and unclipping her seatbelt.

"Wait, where are you--"

"I need to take a walk."

"But the policewoman said that you need to be inside..."

"I need to take a walk." Fenton repeated stubbornly, opening the door and sliding out from the ambulance. "I'll come back. I wouldn't just abandon him, but... At the moment, sitting down on my ass doing nothing isn't exactly helpful to my mindset. So if you'll excuse me, I'll be on my way. Thanks for bringing him here, I'm grateful." She swung her bag upon her shoulder, slamming the door shut. A mighty bellow reverberated through the city, succeeded by screams and the crushing of metal as ravaged buildings crumbled down from above. The Blissey rushing Ursaring through the automatic doors of the Pokemon Center were unpeturbed, Fenton meanwhile blinked up at the heavens. Then, with a fleeting look back towards the ambulance driver, she broke into a run before her feet decided to fuse themselves with the ground, and before he could stop her and convince her to remain in the building. Indeed, Fenton's mind was scattered all over the place, thanks to the damage that had been caused by the Metagross. No, it was thanks to the fact that she was bottling everything up, not wanting to face her fears head-on.

Ironically, it was then that she collided with what she first believed was a brick wall. Upon being knocked backwards, she became aware of her surroundings. It wasn't a brick wall, but a person that she had just slammed into.

"Ugh..." The girl rubbed her head, wincing up at whoever it was. He was tall, well-built from what her mind could make sense of, and a pair of sunglasses masked most distinguishable features upon his face. "Sorry... About that... Wasn't looking where I was going... I mean... You need to watch out where you're going!" Her dazed expression and vulnerability were swiftly masked with a facade of anger. "People are trying to walk here, you..." Fenton considered this random person, trying to come up with a suitable title for him. "... Uh... Stupid Punk!"

Real creative there, Fenton. This whole ordeal is really messing with your head, huh?
 
Raizel made his way closer to the Pokemon Center, inch by inch. His new look blended well with the different, with people actually avoiding him because of his delinquent status. The ruse was rather amusing, as no one gave him a double take. Everyone just saw another teenager from school. He ditched part of his bag, deciding to convert most of his belongings into a school backpack. He chose to ignore his guitar and violin and only carry his clothes and necessities. He can always buy new stuff after all. To complete the new identity, Raizel brought books from his bag, mostly those with literary merit. Most had plain covers so they could pass as schoolbooks. The new look was flawless. Heal up my Pokemon, check my wounds one last time and I am out of here. Head back to Johto, say hi to mom and dad if they are alive. Go to College. Study something. Do something. Get married. Settle down. Have kids. Enjoy retirement. Die happy. Raizel thought as he set up his life goals.

Then reality struck. Hard. One person didn't avoid striking Raizel. It was surprise. About to explode on the person for being rude, a quick look unraveled her identity. Fenton Sinclair. How ironic. Of course, she was in good health considering within mere moments on her collision, she blew up in his face (or chest depending how literal you are getting). She is in good health, at least. Shame. I thought the cops took care of her. However, Raizel picked up on one statement above the rest. Normally, he ignores her as Fenton is a broken record, but she muttered a poor insult, even for her. Stupid Punk? Surely she can do better than that. She is pretty creative. Something bad must of happened. Must've have been Metagross. Heh, good.

The fact she failed to recognize Raizel was great. The disguise worked! However, it wasn't foolproof, he still had to talk. And he couldn't act like Raizel in any way, which meant he couldn't be an everyday punk, like he normally did. Instead, he had to like him. The old him, the one that was raised like Grandma. The one he tried his entire life to not be. The fake one; or possibly the real one. It is all relative. Raizel pushed the shades with his middle finger (you know, like they do in the movies) and pondered to himself for a brief moment. How can I really pull this off? My voice is pretty recognizable, even if my look isn't. I guess all those press appearances can be put to use. Simply talk more polite. But my tone! Lighten the voice, increase the pitch. Throw on the old rich person accent. Rid myself of the commoner voice. After all, I am wearing a school uniform. Could say I attend private school.

Raizel had it all planned out. A clearing of the throat was released and he opened his mouth to speak.

"Sorry. My mistake, miss. My name is....", Raizel paused. It pained him to say it. "Allard. Allard Ainsworth. I must apologize. I was kind of zoning out. Much trouble has been stirring up here in Rustboro. You look a bit stressed, milady. May I help in any way?" Raizel's new persona was complete. He surprised himself actually with the brilliance he executed his biggest lie yet. He was aware he had some talents in acting, with all the experience in public appearances as well as the countless lies. His vocal talents had training from signing as well. His voice was higher in pitch, resembling that of a cheery 17 year old instead of a ruffled 20 year old. His accent was closer in line with a suburban or rural child instead of the city accent Raizel had in his own speech. The words were more refined and tasteful with education in every breath. Raizel lacked the civilzed nature when he spoke normally. However, Allard was everything Raizel wasn't. It was like multiple personality disorder was developed in mere moments. "Come with me to the Pokemon center. My own partners require some healing. You can tell me all your problems on the way," he finished taking hold of Fenton's hand in gentle manner leading her the way to the Pokemon Center.

This will sooooo come back to haunt me later.
 
OOC: Lol I thought since we were like 10 pages in, "It was a good day to die." Anyone? Anyone? ... I don't know what you wanna do with Lucia Shen. This next post takes place in an ambulance that is taking Travis to the hospital morgue...lol I dunno. I dunno if you wanna just place her in the front of the ambulance or something. Or have her in another ambulance? I'll let you choose. Kiarra...don't worry about crappy posts...honestly the way you post makes me seem rather insignificant lol

IC:

***Travis' Spirit***
Travis felt himself re-enter Earth. He was floating over a beach. It looked very familiar. An ambulance was driving down the beach toward a town that had smoke rising from it...what happened?

Travis floated toward the ambulance and went through it's walls and saw his dead body. All of his team except Damaageplan was around that body, it was crowded, but they didn't care. They never took their sad eyes off the corpse.

Travis smiled. His presence was not known to them. It felt good to be back...

That was his last thought before reentering his body...
***End Spirit***
***Enter Travis***

Travis coughed...and gasped for air.
He felt horrible. He lay his head up and opened his eyes. His vision was blurred. And therefore he did not see the astonished faces of several pokemon nearby.

He wheezed again, and began a series of coughs that made him cough up blood that had flowed down his trachea. He lay his head back down, closed his eyes, and began to breath normally...

It felt good to breath...

Travis heard a joyous cry arise from next to him. He felt a pokemon jump on his chest and hug him very hard. He smiled, he didn't need to open his eyes to know that Gill was now on his chest. They two more jumped on.

"Ow...easy guys..." Travis said laughing softly.
He knew that Orion and St. Anger were now also on his chest. He sat up and hugged the three on his chest. His eyes were open.

"It is good to see you again..." Travis said.

He also looked over at Sanitarium and Aerials, he smiled at them. He knew they were just as happy as the others. And they knew he was happy to see them too.

Travis felt the ability to breath become easier. His nose was unable to draw air in at the moment, because his nose was clogged with blood that had dried while he was dead. That would change in about five minutes however.

"Later on," he said..."I'll tell you all about what I saw in the afterlife...it is beautiful..."

Travis hoped this moment would never end...but that would not happen especially when he felt the ambulance stop as if to avoid hitting something. He hit his head against the ambulance wall.

"Ow!" he said rubbing his head. It was as if he was born to die today. Then he heard a very familiar roar outside the ambulance...

Damageplan...

Travis remembered everyhing...how he died...how the Metagross attacked him...how he commanded Damageplan to attack. He never expected Metagross to attack him...but let it go...he was guessing he attacked because he felt he was a threat to Raziel or had something to do with it...Oh well...

"Sanitarium...open the door...I have to calm him..." Travis said.

"Sanitarium immediatly nodded and opened the door telepathically.

Damageplan was looking down at the ambulance at his feet. He roared and began charging a hyper beam.

Travis called out as best as he could. "Damageplan...stop!" His voice was rasp and he hoped Damageplan heard him.

"Damageplan stopped his hyper beam attack...

***End Travis***
***Begin Damageplan***

"Damageplan...stop!" called a rasp yet familiar voice...he had heard this voice before.

It sounded very familiar...like...no it was impossible! Travis was dead! He witnessed that Metagross kill him...was his ghost already starting to haunt him?

But then he saw him! Travis had managed to make himself seenout of the back of that ambulance.

"Damageplan...calm down...I am okay..." Travis said softer...almost in sadness. Damageplan felt guilty...he fel the sadness enter his body. He fell to his teacher's nees

"Damageplan...it is all perfectly fine..."

"You were dead...You were dead!"

"Damageplan...shhhh...everything is okay. You need to take a rest...now return...I'll call you out later and talk with you..."

Travis withdrew him and Damageplan returned to his pokeball... Damageplan smiled one last time knowing that Travis was indeed alive...and that he, Damageplan, would not allow him to come to any harm again...he promised it...

***End Damageplan***

***Return Travis***
He put Damageplan's pokeball with the others. They were on his belt which hung at the wall.

Immediatly the driver went to the back door in shock.
"Travis?" he asked in absolute shock.

Travis managed a smile. "In the flesh. And happy to be in the flesh."

"You were dead."

"I know. I am fine now...put I believe I may need a few bandages in the back of my head..."

"Well you're gonna go to the hospital anyway. Just not to the morgue...and thanks for taking care of that Tyranitaur...thought we were done."

"Don't mention it...I'm ready to leave..."

"Very well...welcome back..."
 
((Really? o_o; Uh, thanks for the compliment, I guess? XD;;; I just write what pops into my head, really. ._.; ))

"Sorry. My mistake, miss. My name is... Allard. Allard Ainsworth. I must apologize. I was kind of zoning out. Much trouble has been stirring up here in Rustboro. You look a bit stressed, milady. May I help in any way?"

Had the circumstances been different in any way, if Ursaring was not undergoing emergency treatment for third degree burns, and if the stresses of the 'judgement day' ordeal were mere fantastical figments of imagination, then she would have retaliated in a disdainful fashion. However, she was powerless to reverse the sequence of events that had occurred over the past forty-eight hours, therefore her emotions were tumultuous; turbulent as the ocean had been upon Kyogre's attack. The girl was desperately trying to bottle her feelings but they kept overflowing, causing inconsistencies within her typical demeanour and her masquerade of anger to shatter, leaving her exposed.

"I'm..." She remained upon the ground, biting her lower lip upon struggling to find any words to respond to him with. His voice sounded kind, and full of sincere concern. A voice nagged at the back of her mind, the remnant of the sarcastic, normal Fenton, but it was ushered away by her vulnerability. Perhaps she had been wrong; what she needed was to talk with someone completely unrelated to her troubles. The girl once again considered the male, her cheeks flourishing with a light tinge of pink. "Ah..." Her throat would not allow her to utter any monosyllabic words which actually had pertinence to what was considered a proper conversation. She felt more blood rush to her face, the young woman positively glowing puce in his presence. Charming and handsome, even though his eyes were concealed behind the glasses.

"Come with me to the Pokemon center. My own partners require some healing. You can tell me all your problems on the way."

Fenton was utterly mesmerised, not protesting otherwise- but at the touch of his hand she was hoisted to her feet. The girl shook her head, permitting herself to re-enter reality and stop acting like a ditzy schoolgirl. Whilst slightly confounded by how she found herself walking with an utter stranger, back to the place that she had insisted on avoiding, she was reminded yet again of 'Glinda's' words.

Trust people, right?

"You'll probably think I'm crazy," she smiled weakly, tucking her hair behind her ears with her free hand as they moved towards the Pokemon Center. "Then again, with all the stuff that's going on right now, I think I am starting to go insane... My name's Fenton Sinclair... I'm a Pokemon trainer who's part of a group that's looking into all the strange goings on with the legendary Pokemon... Well... It was a group... I don't know what's going to happen, to be honest," she frowned, glancing down to the ground in order to collect what was left of herself. "People have left... Some for good... One's... Not coming back. He was killed for no reason, by a monster... And my Ursaring... My friend... He's at the Pokemon Center right now, being treated for severe burns... If he hadn't protected me, then I'd be on a slab in the morgue right next to the other guy... Not that I haven't had enough near-death experiences today," Fenton sighed, feeling slightly more relaxed despite the wobbly tone that had settled within her voice. "So yeah, Allard, that's pretty much my story. I'd bore you to death with more details, but I don't want to think about that idiot right now... Or bore you to death, because I've already got police waiting to question me later on... Ugh, now you think I'm some sort of crazy delinquent... Great..."
 
OOC: This will probably be my worst post yet lol. But oh well...just trying to get this rolling...dang whenever we try this...we fail lol

IC:
After the paramedic shut the ambulance doors again, Travis fell asleep for the remainder of the trip. He had a smile on his face. He was tired. He had been through one hell of an experience...an experience he would not soon forget. His experience had been an eye-opener as well. He now knew a lot more than he did. He knew how to perfect his team better now, and would put this to good use. Unfortunatally...he still did not know what caused the trio's madness. Perhaps that would come in time...

***

Travis woke about an hour later. He was in an E.R. He had no special equipment on him...that had to be a god sign...in fact...he felt completally normal! As if he had never been hit by that Metagross' attack. His team had been recalled back into their pokeballs, except for Gill. Travis only guessed that Gill expressed to the doctors about how much he disliked his pokeball. Travis smiled in amusement about that.

Gill's shell was on the bed. Gill was withdrawn into that shell. It was the way he always slept. He always withdrew into his shell and slept. He didn't wake up...probably because he didn't feel Travis wake.

A doctor arrived in. "Mr. Mura, you're awake."

Gill woke up then ad rushed in happyness to Travis. Travis hugged his friend with one arm and smiled at the blue pokemon. "Yeah. That nap was amazing I gotta say."

"Well sir, you are actually free to go."

Travis was shocked and amazed at this news. "Wa-wait...I am? What about that scan or whatever you guys were planning to do?"

"Already done. We did it while you slept. It didn't take that long since you were asleep. Amazingly, with the hit you took, you are completely normal. Don't ask why, we're just as confused as you. Someone up there must really like you." The doctor said. Travis managed a smile. He knew more about gardian angels than he wished at times.

"You may leave whenever you are ready sir."

"Thanks, that will be now. But I have one question."

"What's that?"

"There were two other trainers with me. Names were Lucia, and Fenton. May I please ask what happened to them?"

"I'm sorry sir, I do not know where they are at the present moment. If it helps, I know that Fenton had a severely injured pokemon with her. It is as far as I know, at the pokemon center. You may wanna try there. I don't know about Lucia. Im sorry."

"Don't worry...and thanks..."

***

Travis left the hospital rather fast with Gill and immediatly went for the pokemon Center, which was conviently placed across the street. Travis figured this the best area to check. Lucia may come by with her injured pokemon, and Fenton's pokemon was here...the pokemon center was the best place to stay.

Upon entry...Travis saw no one he knew. Oh well...might as well get my team checked up upon...

Travis went to the counter. "Quick check-up Nurse Joy, if you please." Travis said, handing her his 5 pokeballs and Gill.

"Right away sir."

Travis then went to sit on the nearest bench. Nothing better to do...Travis thought to himself, pulling out his iPod again...and pressing the play button.

What I've felt, what i've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never be, never see
Won't see what might have been
What I've felt, what I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free, never me
So I dub thee Unforgiven...

This song for some reason reminded him of Raziel...he didn't know exactly why...where was the guy?
 
Raizel felt like shooting himself in the face. With a Rocket Launcher. Swallowing a grenade also seemed like an excellent idea as well, as the massive explosion would completely demolish his insides ridding himself of the intense pain of Fenton moan about how terrible her very existence was to the Earth. If your life is so terrible, then kill yourself. Problem solved. However some of the details stirred some revelations to waltz into his head. Wait, some one died. Monster? Don't tell me.....Metagross, he actually killed someone. Damn it! All the more reason to get out of here. But I need more details, I need to recreate the scene. Learn what pushed Metagross over the edge.

As Fenton continued with her extended story, the duo reached the Pokemon Center. "Well, Ms. Sinclair. Please take a seat over there," Raizel speaking in the Allard tone pointing at coffee table. "I must tend to the injuries my own partners have had to deal with. I also need to take of something else that is a bit on the personal side. However, if you go there, I will return. I have some more questions for you, Ms. Sinclair." With that, Raizel went to the desk where a Nurse stood.

"Welcome to the Pokemon Center. We can restore your Pokemon to full health. Do you want your Pokemon to be healed?" Raizel simply nodded to reply, not bothering to talk. He didn't know if Fenton was standing there and talking as Allard was taking its toll. The physical strain was beginning to become a chore, however it was nothing compared to the psychological damage that was piling up. Being nice to anyone was difficult. It didn't feel natural; Raizel much rather be completely anti-social, as at least that was easy and had no lasting effects on his mind. A few minutes passed, and the Nurse returned the Pokemon to Raizel. They had minor injuries so they didn't need the massive surgery that Fenton's Pokemon needed.

OOC: I hope you don't mind a quick Pokemon switch. After all, Raizel is becoming a "new person" for the time being.

Following the finale of the healing process, Raizel made his way to the PC. After logging in and going through a painful process to go through his Pokemon, Raizel finally remembered his goal. I need to change up my team a tiny bit to keep up with the identity of "Allard." I can keep Kingdra and Jolteon, the rest of them didn't see them. Houndoom is fairly common, so I can keep him. Ty will be a stretch, but if I say I am Johto native, they can buy the story. Dragonite and Metagross are the hard cases. Alright what do we got?

Fearow....No, too weak for what I could be doing.
Eevee......Just hatched the little girl.
Steelix........yeah, funny one.
Lucario.....That's the guy.

The first switch was Metagross for Lucario. Metagross was simply too noticeable as a Pokemon. Rare and powerful, the rest of the group would know if Raizel was Raizel if he was caught in a tight spot and they happened to hang around. Dragonite was strong and powerful, but also easy to control and manage. Of all the members of his team, Dragonite was the most reliable, except maybe Ty. I will make the risk, I will hold on to Dragonite. Simply put, he will be a last ditch effort. Most of the party I got are more than capable. With the business done at the PC, Raizel returned to Fenton.

"Pardon my little side quest if you will. Returning to our previous discussion, you must tell me more. What happened to you shouldn't ever happen to anyone. Now, you were part of a group of trainers to investigate the legendary Pokemon, but what is wrong with them? And one was killed by a monster? Do you mean a legendary Pokemon? Near-death experiences? I apologize for the questions. But your adventures seem hard to grasp especially for me. Myself, I am skilled adventurer and dedicated battler. I have experienced much in my life, despite my upbringing. So I must know how you experienced this much and I never heard of it," questioned the trainer now known as "Allard."
 
She complied to his request and sat down in the area indicated, instantly resting an elbow upon her knees and rubbing her face with one hand, as if to attempt to rouse herself from a terrible dream. The other (which happened to be the lacerated fist) remained unanimated by her side. The cuts were beginning to twinge once again, or perhaps she had merely stopped feeling their throbs for the duration of the ride in the ambulance. He had... Questions for her? Fenton shook her head, the idea of him being one of those undercover police officers appearing within the girl's mind. Yes, that had to be the reason why a handsome guy such as himself would associate with and take pity upon someone of her low calibre. She began to scold herself for foolishly permitting herself to swoon over him, but it was nice to have someone literally pick her out of the gutter and at least display some concern... Wasn't it?

I bet he's actually really ugly behind those glasses, that's why he wears them, she mused, leaning forward to see if he removed the accessories whilst conversing with Nurse Joy. Observing him closely, the girl chewed her lower lip upon watching him traverse to the PC- that must have been the personal business he had referred to. The glasses remained in tact upon his face, and Fenton turned away, cradling her bad hand with the other and gritting her teeth.

And now he's probably e-mailing the station, to tell them where I am... Ugh, I'll just go clean my wound and then... He can barrage me with questions.

She rose to her feet, crossing the room and heading towards the female restroom. It was easy to find, thanks to the plaque mounted upon the wall that displayed the typical stick-personesque image of a woman.

She's bald, Fenton remarked mentally, upon entering the room and approaching the sinks. And... I look awful... The girl stared at her reflection, which stared back with an identical expression of fatigued plainness; the bruises still marring her complexion. Do I have anything to put in my hair? Or perhaps a paper bag. Yeah, that'd make me look better in an instant. Damn.

It didn't take too long for her to wash her cuts, she squeezed the skin to ensure that no sand remained in the wounds and that only blood seeped from the gashes. Her only means of stemming the flow was by using tissue paper from the dispensers, but within a few moments she emerged from the room with a reasonable makeshift bandage. Fenton did not feel up to asking Nurse Joy for supplies, she knew that she'd be recognised as the trainer with the injured Ursaring. As she made her way back to her seat, the female cast a brief glance around the rest of the Pokemon Center. A figure was positioned upon a bench with his back to her, though she could easily see the wires trailing up to his ears indicated that he was listening to his iPod. Didn't Travis used to be engrossed with a similar device?

Foor goodness' sake Fenton, that can't be him. He's dead, and you didn't inherit any spooky medium powers from that woman... Just go back to where you were sitting, and wait for Allard like a good girl.

She didn't have to wait too long for the male to return. Upon glancing up to witness him striding back towards her, she allowed a weak smile to grace her unpainted lips.

"Pardon my little side quest if you will." Fenton shrugged, to indicate that it was nothing.

"Returning to our previous discussion, you must tell me more."

"Okay, I guess."

"What happened to you shouldn't ever happen to anyone. Now, you were part of a group of trainers to investigate the legendary Pokemon, but what is wrong with them?"

"Who, the Pokemon, or the trainers?" She joked lamely, and almost inaudibly, but allowed him to continue with no further remarks on her part.

"And one was killed by a monster? Do you mean a legendary Pokemon? Near-death experiences? I apologize for the questions. But your adventures seem hard to grasp especially for me. Myself, I am skilled adventurer and dedicated battler. I have experienced much in my life, despite my upbringing. So I must know how you experienced this much and I never heard of it."

"You... Haven't watched the news lately?" Fenton frowned, folding her arms across her chest but letting it slide; for all she knew, he could have been busy doing things other than lazing about the house like she used to do. "Well... There's been a lot of trouble caused by the three titans: Groudon, Kyogre and Rayquaza... It seems someone's controlling them, so we're supposed to go investigate. There's, I mean, there were seven of us, myself included. The one who was killed, Travis, he was murdered by a Metagross belonging to someone who had quit the group- a total tool called Raizel. If you're lucky, you haven't heard of that self-absorbed, egotistical idiot..." She trailed off momentarily, to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Let's just say I took a dip in the sea at the same time Kyogre attacked the yacht we were sailing in. Travis' Pokemon saved me... But you know, I couldn't save him... I was too busy being scared to death by the Metagross, behaving like a little kid... There," she said softly. "I hope that's enough information for you... I'm just going to sit here and feel like crap in the mean time..."
 
OOC: Anytime Raizel will be verbally speaking, I will refer to him as Allard. Why? Don't ask yet. Also, Raizel and Fenton seemed to have not noticed the Pokemon Center....guess it is busy.

"Well... There's been a lot of trouble caused by the three titans: Groudon, Kyogre and Rayquaza... It seems someone's controlling them, so we're supposed to go investigate. There's, I mean, there were seven of us, myself included. The one who was killed, Travis, he was murdered by a Metagross belonging to someone who had quit the group- a total tool called Raizel. If you're lucky, you haven't heard of that self-absorbed, egotistical idiot..." She trailed off momentarily, to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Let's just say I took a dip in the sea at the same time Kyogre attacked the yacht we were sailing in. Travis' Pokemon saved me... But you know, I couldn't save him... I was too busy being scared to death by the Metagross, behaving like a little kid... There....I hope that's enough information for you... I'm just going to sit here and feel like crap in the mean time..."

Raizel simply stood there only paying attention to anything that dealt with him or the scenes at occurred at the beach. And eventually she reached that point. According to her record and one he fully believed as her character was not one to lie about traumatic events, at least from his experience. So, Metagross killed Travis. I am guessing he was trying to cheap "aim for the trainer" plan again. Lovely. Wait a minute! She called me a tool. A physical wave of anger overwhelmed him and it showed, but after a few seconds he regained controlled of himself. He hoped Fenton didn't notice that. After all, he was completely depressed. Travis' death probably some effect on her. Oh well. Raizel was more focused on Fenton's misery. It put a smile on his face, but in a sick way. He probably shouldn't be that satisfied, since Travis died being a hero. Raizel reached into his school bag and pulled out a water bottle and eventually sunk into his chair, being comfortable within a matter of mere moments. He made sure to sit in a proper manner, different in Raizel's typical bad ass style of sitting. He didn't realize how difficult changing everything about himself, as Allard was the polar opposite in Raizel in every way. The 180 degree turn was far too radical for Raizel to make, forcing him to conscious of his every action. He knew he would slip eventually.

"Well, Ms. Sinclair that is quite a tale. I am sorry to hear about your friend. This Metagross was definitely Raizel's. And yes, I am aware of him and his attitude seeing as how both of us are from Johto Region. In fact, both us are from the same city, Goldenrod. Raizel was the delinquent at school; always was," Allard began, taking a sip of water. "He got into fights, constantly trying to prove he was the best. He stole things, believing they were rightfully his. He argued with people and forced them to take his view, even when he knew he was wrong. I guess he never saw the good in people. He had difficult time trusting people. Even I tried to become his friend, but I failed. He and I never saw eye to eye. It was like we were on different wavelengths. Ones that never once intersected so we never had any common ground. Cannot say he was at fault. I don't think he had the proper guidance as a child. From what I heard, he was raised by his grandmother and never knew his own parents. He never experienced a mother's touch or a father's advice. He had to teach everything himself. I think, however, calling him a tool might be pushing it. The man has his moments."
 
Allard's testimony concerning the man that she had more or less branded a tool was not something that in all honesty, she was expecting- it was a small world, wasn't it? How odd, that she would just so happen to encounter someone who would enlighten her with details of Raizel's past, not that she really had any need nor desire to know the man's life-story. Fenton eyed the bottle of water- now she was reminded of how parched she was, despite having inevitably swallowed some sea water earlier, the girl's stomach yearned for hydration of the potable variety.

It didn't surprise Fenton, however, upon learning that Raizel was as he said, a delinquent. She was unphased by this, what Allard was describing made sense, and many of the points could be applied to the aspects of Raizel that she had seen. However, one utterance intrigued her, and Fenton believed that she had heard something similar not too long ago.

"Cannot say he was at fault. I don't think he had the proper guidance as a child. From what I heard, he was raised by his grandmother and never knew his own parents. He never experienced a mother's touch or a father's advice. He had to teach everything himself. I think, however, calling him a tool might be pushing it. The man has his moments."

Raizel had said it in a joking tone the previous night, back in the motel. Fenton had responded with some comment or other that simply brushed the notion aside that there was some truth in the statement.

"Those two I would of picked up and thrown them into the lobby out of pity. That and maybe I get lonely."

"Hmmmm..." Fenton mused aloud, biting her lower lip. The contemplation was evident upon her face; one could almost hear the sound of her brain whirring with thought. It was plain to see, or hear, from the background information she had been given why he was partly the way he was. She thought to her own family's situation, knowing full well how that had taken its toll upon her personality in particular. "I... Never experienced a mother's touch either," the girl shrugged, feeling strangely comfortable with disclosing this piece of information. "I was raised by my dad, so I guess I got lucky there. My mother left when I was only a baby, because I made her ill. I can understand the effects that sorta thing has on a person, but does he really need to be so..." Fenton sighed. "Difficult. I know that I'm not the best person to get along with, I'm surprised I've managed to go this long without losing my temper, actually... Sorry," her cheeks pinkened. "I don't mean to go on and on, it's just... My Pokemon's in there, and I don't want to think too much about it..." Fenton lowered her gaze, staring at the linoleum floor as if willing it to swallow her up. "You've probably got better things to do than hang around here, anyway."
 
Travis continued to sit. His iPod continued to play Metallica's "Unforgiven" when a trainer caught his attention. It was Fenton...with a trainer he did not recognize. Fenton did not recognize Travis. That may have been either a good or bad thing. It depended on what her reaction would be once she found out Travis had survived after all. But Travis didn't bother at the moment. She was probably here because of her Urasing, and he didn't want to bother her about that.

The Pokemon Center's P.A. system rang, signaling Travis that his team was ready to get picked up. Travis got up and strode to the counter. He picked up his pokemon team, Gill jumped on his shoulders and Travis reattached his pokeballs to his belt and put some on his vest. The time was now hitting 3:30 and Travis was planning on heading to Mt. Chimney. That's when he heard the television.

***FOX News***
BREAKING NEWS

"Another tape has been released by the group who has now called themselves, "The Purifists." The Purifists are the group claiming responsibility for awakening the rampaging trio and is behind what is getting called 'Dies Irae.' Trasha has more on the story."

"Thank you, Tanya, in this audio tape, a man, who still remains nameless identified himself being in contol of a group known as the Purifists. He says their goal is to 'purify' the world and start a new civillization, that knowns 'no sin.'

"He has also stated in this tape that Lance's special group that was sent out to investigate the trio's rampage, has been defeated. There are no confirmed reports of this, but we have also recieved photos of a wrecked yacht belonging to Lance. Once again, we are not sure yet if this claim to the defeat of the special group is true or not. We will keep you updated on this story."

"Thank you Trisha,in other news, Lavaridge Town is getting evacuated, as the threat of Groundon rapidly draws nearer. Groundon is on course for Lavaridge as we speak and is expected to hit there later this evening..."

***

Travis had seen enough. He had to go to Mt. Chimney very soon.
 
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