Emberstripe Island

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I added more... tell me if it helps, or if you still want more, because it isn't a problem.

Her background may have actually ventured into personality territory, but... heh xD
 
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I know, I know. I'm sorry about that.. :embarrass I forgot to add the little ((Work in progress.. Pending)) tag back to her appearance/personality. Typically, one section takes me an hour or two to write, and the finished part is just the part describing her facial features. I'll do a seperate section for her outfit and accessories, and weasel in the rest of her personality into overall appearance. That'll be done by tonight, at the very least. Background may be held off a day or two unless I have a magnifique breakthrough before then, and figure something out for her.
 
can i reserve pokemon number two

NAME-henry iknowalot

BACKGROUND- has lots of pocket protectors all over the place. henry knows every question there is to ask but knows nothing about pokemon.Henry always kept himself to himself but he was secretly really lonely. Henry would like to go to an island and live by himself and a fellow pokemon (hence)henrys short black hair and geekish look always got himself bullied and he always said he would get revenge one day. Maybe that one day has come

APPEARANCE-short black hair and a geekish look. Henry wears his trousers up to his chest and always has a spair pair of glasses in his front pocket. Henry has nike airs that he treusures because they were a present from his late dad.

pokemon number 2 please
 
King: You're reserved.

Lanee: You're okay.

Umbreongirl: You're overdoing it.

EliteChampion: You're kidding me, right?
 
Would you like me to downsize it then? Because for two sections, it doesn't seem like much, actually enough for me. Well, whatever you prefer. I've never had any complaints before, but i'll gladly downsize it if you think it's too much. I'll try not to ramble in the other two sections then, and make them short and sweet. :]
 
please dont be like that

my lines are long and i am scottish

hey its my first rp it was worth a try
 
Elite Champion: I don't get your point. :\

Umbreongirl: No point in downsizing. I've already read it. I do admit that you make a good point by reminding me that those are two sections, though. Carry on as you will.
 
There's not a whole lot of time left until we start this up now, so anyone who isn't done should finish up as soon as possible. I'll probably have the intro up sometime late tomorrow during mid-Monday.
 
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All done~ Hopefully up to standard and given the all clear~
 
Sumner: A pokémon hunter? Yeah, it's not like you're trying to get an advantage or anything, right? You're accepted, but I'm keeping my eye on you.

Revolución and Zerro: You guys need to pay attention. Included in the character template was the age '16'.

Alright, we're starting this one up now. The accepted players are, in order of appearance, Sumner, UmbreonGirl, Eletj, Dawn's Hat, Revolución, Zerro and *Lanee, so start up your keyboards and prepare to die. There's no point in protesting about anything that happens - I am your god in here, and my will be done. Not that I don't randomize pretty much everything anyway, but still.

I will be posting everyone's situations in spoilers, so that you can easily skip the others' if you want it all to be a surprise. You're perfectly allowed to read them, but if I start suspecting someone of metagaming, that person's likely to have a very hard time.

This is the map of the island. I totally forgot about making one, so it's a friggin' pencil drawing, and an ugly one at that. :\ I am deeply sorry, but I may still end up pixellating one if this role play turns out well.
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Lastly, if anyone comes up with any ideas like having their characters smuggle guns or extra pokémon onto the island, don't try it.


Emberstripe Island​


It was a warm, bright morning in early May, that twenty-one teenagers from the region of Kanto were woken from drug-induced slumber and dragged on their feet inside a classroom in the abandoned school building on Emberstripe island. The sun's rays of yellow shone in through three open windows on the miserable score of students tripping over each other as they struggled to get up without tripping on one another, and the barked orders that echoed inside their heads mixed with peaceful birdsong from the lush trees outside. The walls were a faded yellow, and the floor a matt green. The building still smelled of chalk and paper and, judging by the gum still stuck below many of the desks, it had not been abandoned at all that long ago. More than likely, the place would have creeped out many of the students, had they not been distracted by... more pressing concerns.

Thirty Team Rocket operatives stood at ease in the room, their backs to the wall, their eyes shaded by the traditional Rocket caps they wore. From out of those shadows, thirty pair of eyes were trained at the youngsters, bunched together in a heap in the middle of the floor - thirty automatic rifles at the ready in case any of them got too troublesome. A large, empty blackboard was hung on one wall, and in front of it paced another Rocket back and forth, garbed like an officer, as he watched the children make their way up from the floor. As they did he shouted words of, shall we say, encouragement, and waved a pistol in the face of the tardier ones, whipping it across the jaws of any who tried to speak. Once they were all standing, he assumed a confident, spread-legged stance, his hands on his back, and smirked as he looked over his victims. "Greetings, children", he opened his exposure, making a sweeping gesture toward the windows, "and welcome to Emberstripe Island".

"You may wonder what you are doing here - no, there's no point in reaching for your pokéballs, Mr. Verne. They've all been confiscated". The offending student stiffened momentarily but soon retracted his hand, glaring hatefully at the Rocket official. "Yes, yes", the Rocket continued, "you hate me oh so very much. I know that already - all of you children are related to traitors of your glorious Team Rocket leaders, so it's practically a given. In fact, that is exactly why you are here". Another student opened her mouth as if to protest, but was faced with the click of a cocked handgun before she could say a word. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. She grew silent, but just as she was withdrawing, the Rocket Officer pulled the trigger, and the slide of his semi-automatic shot back as the gun erupted. In the quiet of the abandoned school, the gunshot was a tremendous explosion of sound that ricocheted between its pale walls, echoing throughout the building. The bullet hit the girl straight between the eyes, spraying her brains out behind her in a grotesque, pink mist that slowly sank toward the floor. The corpse fell lifelessly to the side, struck its head against one of the desks that had hastily been shoved aside to make room, and dropped to the ground in a heap, twitching slightly. The Rocket holstered his gun and the room fell silent again.

"Twenty left. Now, if I may continue without irritating interruptions, let me explain your situation...". Reaching for a thin, hooked pole, he used it to pull down a rolled-up map that hung from the ceiling. The map was of the entirety of Emberstripe Island, its name written in bold letters near the top. "You are here", said the Rocket officer, using the pole as a pointer to indicate the school building. "The Emberstripe public school. The whole of this island will be yours to roam freely... for a while. You see, your parents have been misbehaving - rebelling against our new government. We can't have that, but these people are more than ready to sacrifice themselves for the "noble" cause of ruining Kanto's only source of security. Still, that's no problem, because we have you! This is no ordinary kidnapping, however. See, we've decided that we need to make an example, and teach everyone involved a very serious lesson. If you look behind you, you will find a rack of backpacks, each containing a marker, a compass, a map of the island, water and provisions enough for one week, and one pokémon. If you look around your necks, you'll notice these fashionable collars we've equipped you with. Each of these collars contain a small amount of explosives, and are set to activate should you try to tamper with them, escape the island or enter any forbidden areas, or if, in any twenty-four hour period no one dies. You'll be let out onto the island momentarily. The goal of the game...".

"...Is to survive". The Rocket officer grinned. "At most, one of you will return home. Each of you is responsible for making sure that person is he... or she. Every day, a few more areas will be restricted. Enter them and, well, die. We've taken all your belongings, of course. You can have them back if you win". The Rocket chuckled to himself as he pulled out a piece of paper from a breast pocket. "Any questions?", he asked as he raised his gun to point at the teens again. "No? Good. When I call out your name, grab one of the bags and run outside. From there, you're on your own. Have a good time, kiddiewinks. First out is Jenny Abercrombie".

Each of the sixteen year-olds made their way outside in turn, scattering in all directions to the neighbouring map zones. The school's main exit let them out toward the east, onto a wide dirt road leading north and south. There were few hiding places around the entrance, so the competitors would either have to run away and find a better place to shack up, or travel directly east, down a treacherous slope opposite to the school building and move under the cover of the sparse greenery in the thin forest below. The view from the top of the slope was very good, however, making that a risky choice for anyone not wishing to be followed. Optionally, one could head west, across the school yard and into the somewhat thicker forest on the other side, where losing any pursuers would be a piece of cake to anyone who isn't afraid to get dirty. The school building itself was a single, simple rectangle, white-walled and four stories high. There were no tool sheds or the like in the vicinity. The skies were clear, and with nary a cloud in sight it promised to stay the same for the rest of the day. The first day always came with the greatest body count, and today seemed like it would be no different. Just as the last of the students left the building, speaker systems all over the island crackled to life, and the Rocket Officer's voice came booming from them. "Oh, and by the way; my name is Fredrick Eyclone - remember it and tremble. And do get this over with quickly, will you? I'd like to get back to civilization".
 
(Jeez, no one's posted yet? o_0
Sorry for not getting this up yesterday--I got tied up with homework Dx)

Waking up hadn't been fun. A splitting headache had been there as soon as Kira came to her senses. The collar had made it hard to keep her head up, and she ran a hand along it. Something told her she would be better off not messing with it, really, so she looked around for some sort of indication of what was going on. From what she could tell, it was an old school building. A wave of dizziness suddenly over came her as she straightened.

She grimaced when her hand, that had grabbed a desk to achieve a degree of stability, touched some still-sticky gum. She wiped both of her hands on her jeans, finally turning to the pacing man at the head of the room in front of the blackboard. The students finally started rising next to her. Instinctively, she brushed her hand against her belt. She released a horrified gasp when she realized her Pokemon - a female Minun - ha been taken. her fists clenched for a moment before she calmed herself. She couldn't give the Rockets - as they clearly were in there uniforms - that satisfaction of upsetting her.

She hardly listened as the officer spoke. But then the gunshot sounded, and she suddenly snapped to attention as she stared dumbly to the fallen girl. After that, she paid close attention. Her life depended on any knowledge she could get. Twenty left, the officer had said...

Good. The less competition, the better. She stared intently at the map as the Rocket officer spoke, absorbing every word and studying every minute detail of the island. She adapted her strategy as each material of the pack was given to them. She almost started in surprise when she heard that they would indeed be given a Pokemon. She was resigned to the explosive, collars, though. Everything was set up so that every player of this game would play directly into Rocket hands, whether they wanted to or not.

Finally, Kira's name was called. She wasted no time in grabbing the pack and dashing out of the building away from the guns. She stared at the different areas before her. After a moment's thought, she headed straight across the schoolyard and into the thick forest. Here, there would be more shelter and more food. Though she wasn't exactly sure how she would fare in the woods with other Pokemon, she would take the risk.

The officer - Fredrick Eyclone, was it? - sure was arrogant as his voice boomed out over the speakers. Once she was deep enough into the woods, Kira started looking for something that would make an appropriate shelter. She paused for a moment and looked down at the pack in her hand. After making sure she was relatively alone, she opened up her pack and rummaged through it for the Poke Ball at the bottom. She casually tossed it up in the air...

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(Do tell me if I need to change something. I wasn't sure about revealing my Pokemon to the other roleplayers, but if its okay now, let me know and I'll get rid of the spoiler tags. ^^)
 
Damien put up little resistance as he and the other students were forced into a small room and received a debriefing. He knew straight from the beginning that these guys meant business and if he tried anything they could easily kill him. Obviously one of his classmates didn't seem to receive the same ominous message, she was the first to die. Damien didn't even flinch when the gunshot went off, obviously the girl didn't know how to keep her mouth shut. The man lectured them on a little experiment they were trying and slowly began revealing their plan bit by bit as if he were a comic book villain.

Fredrick Eyclone the leader called himself, and that was a name the Damien would remember for the rest of his life. Once this whole mess was over he would be the one truly paying the price for all of these deaths. He pointed out a group of backpacks behind the students and Damien grabbed the nearest to him, if there was one good thing to come out of this it was that Damien had finally gotten his hands on a pokemon of his very own. Damiens name was called and he grugdingly slipped out into the dirt path ahead of his steadily taking his time. No need to exert energy so early.

He decided his strategy would probably be very different than most of the other trainers. Instead of hiding from conflict trying to keep themselves alive he would pace himself, waiting somewhere in the wide open until somebody came to him, he decided the perfect pllact to do this was somewhere between the forest and the cliffs. Other trainers frantically ran by him searching for a form of hiding place not even taking the time to notice that half the game was killing as well as surviving. He slowly paced himself along the edge of the road where no one could see him, but he could see everyone else.

When he found a large tree roughly a quarter mile from the road Damien laid back and relaxed. It was about time he met his pokemon. He tossed up his ball and was surprized at the form that revealed itself from the crimson orb. It was one of the last pokemon he expected to recieve from Team Rocket but none the less it would prove a very useful one. A pokemon of this type would really give hhim an advantage in the psychological feild. The pokemon continued to stare at him with Dopey eyes and eventually Damien decided on a plan. "Go wait in the road and when someone comes by distract them as much as you can...."

(Sorry I never like being the first to post in an RP I like to get a feel for it from my fellow RPers)
 
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The eyes, somber in tone, peered through the distorted mirror back at Adel, and were the first things she noticed as slowly, strenuously as if the sheer force of her eyelashes were lifting a dumbell, Adel peeled her eyes open at the insistence of an authorative voice. It didn't recquire much thought on the girl's part to realize who the voice was coming from, though where would be the million dollar question. The voice, pumped with an energetic and enthusiastic volume, rang defeaningly across the room, the enclosure, the area- wherever in hell it was exactly that the girl had woken up in, and at the opposing sound, she winced once unintentionally, the hair rising along he length of the bare parts of her pale arms as goosebumps popped up like daisies necessarily. It wasn't because the air in the room was chilled, or uncomfortable in any way. In fact, pale rays of cornflower light streamed pleasantly through the simple panes of the conventional classroom windows, and, in fact, made a halo upon the mess of children strewn carelessly over one another. It had nothing to do with this. But the eyes..

None of this thought was registering in Adel's mind, however. It was all, in fact, just a simple fact of this simple day, which, had the area not been reigned over by a fleet of pompous grunts, and the biggest bafoon of all- their commanding officer who, in the similar fashion of a proud Nazi, stood beaming over the loose ends of his society, these children of delinquints who had been brought in. She only concentrated on the eyes. Not the face they belonged to, which, to Adel, was so grotesquely thin, so pale and haggard and ugly that she didn't want to search any of the pasty surface's other features. The eyes, wide as a gutted fish's, and staring blankly back at the girl through the portal which they peered, seethed of sadness, of pain, of untold misery, lamented heartbreak soon to come, that Adel, as appalled as she was by the face, smiled sympathetically, and wanted to reach out and stroke the face, to whisper to it and tell it that the world wasn't so bad. But as she extended a trembling hand to touch the misshapen and discarded face laying parallel to her own, a sudden splashing into her face startled Adel, and she recoiled instantly, as a Sneakered shoe splashed down into the "portal" she had been peering into, the magical mirror that was no more than a shallow pool of spilled blood. As the fluid was spliced by the careless stomping of the shoe, the liquid splashed onto Adel's face, slapping against the stricken vessels that were her eyes, and causing her to lose all sense of coordination temporarily as she rocked comically back on her heels, and then toppled to the floor, caught up in the sickening mass of Humans all trying to jump to their feet at once. Not of her own accord, Adel was drug to her sandaled feet, appearing blind as she blinked dumbly, tiny droplets of water already trickling from her corneas due to the blood. She ignored this pain, however, instead calmly surveying the scene taking place around her, children murmuring inaudibly amongst themselves, not necessarily to each other, but to themselves as petrified, they shivered instinctively, eyes wide as Adel's as they collided against one another in their struggle to untangle themselves from the mass.


Adel had no response for the shuddering humans, feeling a general pity for the confused mob, as because of the way they had awaken, they struggled like a deformed twenty-headed creature, a Human Tangela, the wooziness from their drug-induced stupor only making it worse. Adel hadn't originally been part of the snag, or she undoubtedly would have been present in their human struggle. And the drug seemed to have no side-effect on her, as she felt perfectly aware and acute just.. wiped clean of emotion more or less. But after noticing the glazed-over emerald eyes of a boy with shaggy brown hair, her mouth pouted out in sympathy, and she took his pale hand in order to help extract him from the mess. Just as she had pulled the fellow teenager to his feet and flashed him a sheepish smile, an awkward throat-clearing presumed, and she slowly turned to find herself staring down the barrel of an automatic rifle. She gulped, and automatically was still again, complacent, obediently staring straight forward.


"Greetings, children.." The main Nazi started, a twisted little smile of pleasure wrought out upon his thick lips as she approached the mass, which had evolved more or less into an unorganized group. Adel exhaled a silent breath of relief that she was no longer on the outskirts of the group, but snugly tucked somewhere in the middle, beside a pale-haired girl just slightly taller than herself.


"And welcome to Emberstripe Island." The man finished, after a pause, a cruel little gleam highlightling the dull steeliness of his chilling eyes as he nodded downward at them. Adel would've had nothing to answer him with, as she didn't feel entirely welcome at all. She shivered at the rifle that was trained on her, indifferently, as there was on every other student accompanying her.


"You may wonder what you are doing here-" The commanding Officer began with a sneer, and even though Adel hadn't been- she was more concerned with the offending gun aimed directly in her face, like she was a feral dog, a traitor, when in fact she couldn't recall anything she had done to land herself in such a predicament. After a taunting reprimand toward a boy Adel recognized from her History class, Adel sagged inwardly a bit in relief. It all made sense now. Of course! This was all school related, explaining the eery, abondoned school building. Had she been letting her grades slip? Racked up one too many trips to the big house? Was this some kind of hardcore detention? Whatever it was, Adel was convinced that after an hour or two of servitude, she and Xavier Verne would be released back into civilization. Whilst this little fantasy of self-security had played dreamily, the first of a series to convince herself that this wasn't happening , throughout Adel's mind, the click of a gun sounded, failing to pull out of her dreamland until the seceding shot was fired, and the pale-haired girl standing in front of her was shot, though Adel could have sworn that the girl hadn't uttered a word. Adel's first instict was to freeze up, but after the initial shock had passed, and the girl's brains were passed on to the guy behind her, Adel's second instinct was to fall as if she had been shot too, playing Possum until the room was cleared of fellow students and freaky Guard men alike, until the danger was gone and she could come to terms with this awful realization more privately. She bit back a wave of nausea, not at the gore, but at the girl's utter shock, and realization of defeat before the game had even begun, as she slumped sadly to the ground, her perishing body spasming involuntarily, as if electrocution were giving her energy alone to flail around.


Adel watched with a mortified fascination, expression remaining vacant, but her brooding eyes teeming with sympathy and despair. Was this.. the reason they had all been brought here, into this room? To be shot down like criminals and left out to spoil for the wild Pokemon to pick at? Adel shivered once, as usual, her dry and objective commentary on their grisly situation leaving her severely creeped out. Adel hadn't even known the girl, but the raw hand that had been dealt to her by fate was enough for anyone to pity, and as melodramatic as Adel was sure it made her look- and feel!- she couldn't help a few tears stinging at her eyes. She was all-ears now, dumbly playing along with the rest of the mob, erasing all traces of human emotion from her face.


A map was presented to the cluster, and while the most of them shifted among themselves uneasily, coveting the moment where they would be turned loose to reign freely over the island, desperate to be unleashed- anywhere, so long as it would break the stormy tension that had settled over the room, Adel treasured the time she had in here, because as the speech dragged on and on and on, about the rules of the game, the boundaries, the limits- because there are always some of each in every game- what fun would there be in playing if it was an easy win for all involved?- that Adel felt exhausted by all the mindless facts. But Adel bore them, one right after another, patiently, enduring an extremely painful and boring lesson that she knew just as well as the sneering instructor was for her own good. When the Official mentioned that each of the kids would be receiving a survival kit in turn equipped with one Pokemon apiece, Adel couldn't help but glow for a brief second, a sort of wistful childish light illuminating her tiny being. She had never officially trained her own Pokemon (She wasn't sure if the Caterpies they had raised into Butterfrees in Biology counted), and whatever the purpose of this game was- and who won or lost- Adel was just ecstatic with the fact that either way, she would have a companion to talk it out with- one who couldn't argue back at that.

And so, the moment they had all been waiting for.. Adel expected a Drumroll, and was slightly disappointed when the Officer, still sporting his nasty, ill-humored grin, paused dramatically, and music didn't presume. But she recovered from this quickly as she leaned forward in the slightest, eager to hear what this "game" he had been talking about in the last paragraph for so long was all about. He had told them what would happen if they tried to cheat it, or if they refused to participate. No party poopers would be tolerated, that was clear. They had been informed where this "game" would be played, and told what provisions they would have to sustain them through it. And poor little naive Adel still hadn't quite gotten it.


A Scavenger Hunt? She thought quizzically, slender brow furrowing over as she stamped her foot silently against the tiled floor.

Mercy Maude, I hope not!I am the worst at those kinds of things. Same goes with hide and seek. Anything that involves finding, actually, I might as well just throw the towel in.. But he's giving us free Pokemon handouts. So.. like a tournament? Adel frowned, a skeptical little frown wringing the glow right out of her face, and twisting her lips up into a tiny pout.

I never had a Pokemon, so I wasn't even considered for the Battling class back at Whitewater.. Besides that, THEY always said I would be a bad trainer. They always said.. that if anything had happened to my Pokemon during a battle, I wouldn't be able to handle it..


"The goal is to survive." The Rocket explained, a cold and mocking smile reflecting upon his lips, the lips curling back to reveal a set of sharp, pearly white incisors, the weapons of a Predator. And they, all of them, every single one of them, were the Prey. But that wasn't even the icing on the cake.


"At most, one of you will return home." At these words, Adel's spirits sank, and her eyes, at once hopeful and eager with the thrill of this anticipated "game", misted over, and she gulped once nervously, glancing around to see the same fear and uncertainity reflected in some of the other children's eyes, and then, in some of the other kids' eyes- ruthless hostility. It baffled her, and she couldn't perceive why, at the first mentioning of this chilling shred of news, this one line that would plunge at least nineteen of them into the lurid depths of death. She carefully recorded those people whose expressions didn't change during this savage annoucement, and tried to memorize these as the ones that she should watch out for.


"Each person is responsible for making sure that person is he... or she. Every day, a few more areas will be restricted. Enter them and, well, die. We've taken all your belongings, of course. You can have them back if you win."


"Any questions?" He inquired menacingly, and though his tone indicated that there would be no questioning from the youngsters, Adel opened her mouth to speak anyways. But before she could edge a word in, the Officer was already firing away again.


" No? Good. When I call your names, grab one of the bags and run outside. From there, you're on your own. Have a good time, Kiddiewinks. First out is Jenny Abercrombie..."


Once outside the School, and now toting a small, Shapeless yellow backpack, obviously designed more for function than for style, Adel, very calmly began heading away from the School building, but not in the same straight linear path as everyone else seemed to be opting for. The Forest, by looks of it, seemed to be the best bet for a prolonged survival. Taking a deep breath- Adel rationalized that it would be wise not to head where everyone else was heading- at least for the time being, while she was still trying to lasso all of her nerves together. Her usual courage and delight in little "What if" situations like the one she found herself in had abondoned her, as would be expected of any human being even pretending to have a heart. Adel remained silent as she took long strides, making a deliberate loop around the Pokemon Center, until she was standing just in front of the abondoned building. After sizing it up wearily, she decided not to be the first to experiment with it. Anything on this island was fair game to them all, but how was she to know that it wouldn't lead to her untimely death sooner than fate was already promising? Instead, Adel stole into the forest, the generic getaway of everyone else, with no intentions of staying there. She crept wearily along the edge, far away from the spot where she had seen another girl enter similarily, and kept her eyes and ears out for foreign bodies.


The forest was a beautiful and exotic place, a tropical paradise that Adel, had she not been otherwise occupied keeping herself from being food for the worms, would have basked in its beauty. The forest was was surprisingly tantalizing, nothing like the somber and ancient trees of the Viridian Forest, where Adel had been on a field trip once, with trees that only grew sadder and taller as she passed on, their silence telling of a solemn and tragic tale, one which may have been repeated many times before, within its confines. But this forest was thriving, breathing, and had an air of mischief about it as Adel picked carefully among the embedded roots of the peculiar trees, cautious not to trip and draw any attention to herself, at least not until she had a better grip on things.


Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun, please leave me the hell alone! Adel hissed, as the divine light, while soothing as it caressed her, was still unwelcome to the girl, as any means of illumination decreased her chances of passing through the popular forest unnoticed. Here and there, Adel would stumble over a Berry or two flung down from some of the more generous fruit-bearing trees, and these she eagerly snatched up and stowed in her satchel, for later use. It was an hour or two before the girl came to a wide dirt path, and here, after carefully looking both ways (Not for Cars, but for bloodthirsty humans) she paused to re-group. It was a pleasant day, but still too hot for a girl traveling at a breakneck speed through a tropical rainforest, os her first item of business was to strip down. Removing her jacket, Adel quietly stuffed the article into her bag, and in doing so, grazed against the slick surface of a shiny red object in her pack.


Oh! She remembered suddenly, with a tiny smile. Regardless of her macabre situation, Adel felt a tiny surge of excitement, a tiny shoot of hope spring up inside of her, as slowly, nervously, she pressed the circular button on the outside. At first, all she could perceive was a radiant flash of light, forming into a silhouette, that eventually gave life to her Pokemon. For several long, slow seconds, all she could do was stare at the creature, and he seemed to be doing the same, through dark-rimmed eyes. A little thrill of mystery enveloped her consciousness, and suddenly she wanted to know anything and everything about this Pokemon. But deciding it best that she give her new friend space to grow used to her, she just nodded at him, remaining in place, deciding to let him approach her when he felt ready rather than overwhelm him with a new face. The creature stared silently back through dark-rimmed eyes, waiting, it seemed, for instruction. But none came. Adel had only wanted to meet this creature, and so, after all his attention was averted on her, she spoke.


"I'm sorry that we had to meet under these.." Adel paused and let out a nervous little laugh as the creature perked up, ears attuning to her voice.


"Grisly circumstances, but either way, i'm glad to have you." Adel flashed him a genuine little smile, as the creature sized her up for a second time, obviously revising his first impression of her- whatever that had been.

"I don't have much.." She explained, unearthing the contents of her Survival kit to show the Pokemon standing just feet away to her, and here, her shoulders sagged a bit.


"But what I do have is yours as much as mine. I'm not exactly sure what Pokemon eat, since i've never really been around one, but I found some berries on the ground earlier.." At this, Adel paused to note her Pokemon's reaction, a puppy eager to please, for she desperately wanted the Pokemon to like her- Not because of any worth he could prove in battle, but because Adel really did need a friend in her grim situation, since none of the other students had seemed too keen on the idea of teaming up. After a few more moments of silence, the Pokemon gave a silent nod, eyes trained wearily on Adel as he removed a berry, and carefully began nibbling at it.


"I'm really sorry that you got suckered into coming here too." Adel muttered, head hanging as absent-mindedly, she examined the vessel her new companion had come to her in.


"But I hope, that even if I don't make it out of here alive, you do at least. I don't know whose sins i'm paying for right now, but either way, you don't deserve to be. So if anything happens to me-" This was hard for Adel to say, and she closed her eyes as tears threatened to spring up again, willing them away as she swallowed the lump developing in her throat, trying to remain calm. This was a very practical topic, and her partner deserved to be just as informed on it as she was.


"Please take care of yourself." At this, Adel quickly recalled the Pokemon, fearful that someone might see him and therefore determine her pitfall, and also before she could break down in front of the creature who relied on her, and who she relied on in turn, and rapidly continued on with her journey.


Another hour or so, and Adel, after conferencing with the map and compass a few times, found herself emerged from the thick forest. Her diligence in picking her path carefully around the edge of the Island was rewarded with a rare sight- the serene landscape of the quiet countryside, several meadows turned farmland, remnants and just one of the many clues that there had been people inhabiting this island before either the Rockets, or the children had ever been here. For a long moment, Adel just stood in the midst of the Rice Fields, gazing out into the distance, where Farmlands stood splayed out in front of her like a map. Since there was farmland, reason would go to show that there would be a brook or a creek somewhere.. It was just a matter of finding it. As Adel scanned the area, taking in the rice fields and the farmland blooming with harvest, she thought instead about the Pokemon that must have been used to cultivate them. Ponyta? Tauros? Were there some still around? Or had the Pokemon been wiped away too, just as the silent people had apparently been.

Finally, the target that had been in Adel's sights all along came into view, and thrilled as much as surprised that it was actually there, Adel lengthened her stride, half-racing herself and defying her lungs, heaving for breath as she made it to the towering structure in record time. The Lighthouse, though Adel was sure that bitter cold wouldn't be a problem, would at least offer her shelter if the weather chanced a storm, and would also offer her cover until she was ready to emerge. Also, there was limited access to it- one entrance, and one exit, so anyone attempting to sneak up on her would be SOL- sore out of luck. Trying the doorknob, the door easily gave way, and soon Adel was shut inside the building. The Rockets hadn't been too generous with this building, as she was sure they hadn't been with any other similar structure, as all tools that had previously hung on the wall had been removed, leaving the walls naked and barren. The only items left in this room were a woven rug, and an old cooking stove obviously out of operation, so before heading upstairs to explore, as she planned to do, Adel snatched the multi-colored fabric up.


At the top of the old-fashioned stairs spiraling up to the tower where the actual light was housed, the situation wasn't any more promising than the downstairs. Besides the light, the area was completely vacant, save for an old ratty blanket that someone had left behind, a couple of windows, and a narrow door letting out to the balcony of the aged structure. Choosing to remain optimistic, and refusing to let an ill thought of pessimism pierce her consciousness, Adel moved out to the balcony, humming quietly to herself- a scraggly joke of a 'Survivor' taking her place atop the tower, the beacon of hope, not only for the wayward ships slung between the tumultous waves in a storm, but for the flighty girl, caught in a situation she was never meant to survive in.
 
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Pain.
The first thing that went through Red's mind as he was shoved into the room, the drug induced sleep clawing at him to return to sleep. He peeled his eyes open, just before tripping over another student, falling to the ground. He used this moment briefly to peer around the room. Close to the group, armed to the teeth with rifles, was a squad of about 30. Red spied a leader, standing soliatary before the group, in a very Nazi oppressionist way. He saw around him his classmates, and saw a hand offered to him. It was sleight, and feminine, so he took it and pulled himself up. The face of the girl, she looked.... familiar. She flashed a sheepish smile and Red remembered. Adel. 16. He silently thanked her, although she didnt noticed. The head officer began to speak.

"Greeting children!" He spoke with authority and patronism. "And welcome to Emberstripe isle." He prattled on for a bit, Red was taking it all in. A classmate standing in front of him opened her mouth, and got a face full of pistol. The gun seemed familiar. Red saw the inscription. It was a standard Rocket pistol, like the ones he'd converted in his dad's workshop numerous times after a raid. He could pull them and rearrange them in under a minute. A shot was fired. The bullet passed straight through her head, and it the ground before Red, inches from his foot. Her brain was splattered across Royal's jacket. Red kept still\, even though rage and anger rushed through his body.

"Twenty left. Now, if I may continue without irritating interruptions, let me explain your situation..." the killer continued. He pulled down a large map from a the ceiling. He spoke about the island and parents. He explained the collars and survival packs. Red took it all in.

"The goal of the game..... is to survive. At most, one of you will return home". We'll see about that... "Each of you is responsible for making sure that person is he... or she. Every day, a few more areas will be restricted. Enter them and, well, die. We've taken all your belongings, of course. You can have them back if you win". Any questions?", the Rocket asked as he raised his gun to point at the teens again. "No? Good. When I call out your name, grab one of the bags and run outside. From there, you're on your own. Have a good time, kiddiewinks. First out is Jenny Abercrombie..."

When Red's name was called, he grabbed his backpack and kit, wiped as much of the blood of as he could, then began a casual jog towards the woods. He knew most student would head there, so he planned to spend as little time there as possible. He could hear footsteps close, but couldnt see the owner's. He slunk through the trees, being carefull to not step of twigs, else he be discovered. He stopped, and retrieved his map & compass. After deciding to head to the lighthouse, he set off at a breif pace.

After a short jog, he arrived at the edge of the forest. He looked at the lighthouse, and noticed someone running towards it. It was the girl from before... Adel. She passed through the door. He ran towards the lighthouse, passing through the door. After sprinting up the stairs, he arrived at the top of the lighthouse. He saw her, and geustered the peace sign.

"Hey. Relax, I'm not here to hurt you. No-one needs to die today. Crazy stuff huh?" He said, trying to lighten the situation.
 
A break. An easy day. Pointless. Those were the many thoughts that came to Caleb as he left this very morning for the field trip. He had woken up just a few minutes earlier, by a boy in his class. Caleb couldn't remember his name. He could hardly remember anything at this point. He looked blankly around the classroom, noticing students from his class. Where am I? Caleb asked himself, slightly panicking at his loss of thought. He also noticed some men dressed in the same shirts. Who were they? Caleb noticed at least twenty of them, and they were all carrying guns. Was this a robbery of some kind? Caleb had many questions, but no answers. All of the other children were also confused as much as Caleb was. Standing up, he tried to talk to one of the strange men. Before he could finish his sentence, his only response was a pistol whip to the jaw. Falling down from the hit, Caleb felt anger, and helplessness. He could hardly move, let alone get himself back up. His jawhurt, as did his pride. He crawled over to a desk and used it to help himself up. Now, everyone was standing up, silent.

One of the men stood at the front of the class, in a pose that perfectly eminated evil. His voice was cold like a gravestone in the dead of night. But this was all that Caleb noticed. He didn't hear the words that were coming out of the man's mouth. Caleb was still in shock. After a few minutes of the man's speech, a girl started to protest. Before anyone could do anything, the man shot the girl with the pistol. In the head. Her brains flew across the room, and Caleb was nearly hit by a piece of it. A boy at the front was hit pretty bad. His name was Red something or other. The class loser. But social status didn't matter here. This was serious.

"Twenty left," The man said. "Now let me explain your situation." Situation?! The situation was that a grown man had just killed a young girl in cold blood. Caleb's thoughts suddenly rushed back to him after what just happened. The situation was explained to the schoolkids, as a map of the island was pulled out. So this was survival. Was this a TV prank or something? Somehow, it seemed a bit too far for that. So this was real. But what for? Because their dads had gone against them or something? This wasn't known to Caleb, but he wasn't surprised, as his dad was always working with Pokémon. The man then got out a sheet of paper, and told the students to pick a bag. He then read out all of the names, in alphabetical order. First up was Jenny or something, and the names were slowly read out. Caleb was one of the last to go, and picked a bag randomly. It didn't matter. He had already worked out a gameplan.

Stepping outside, he noticed a forest up ahead. He could already see many students going there already, and he didn't want to run into anyone. Caleb got the map and Pokéball out of his bag, and sat behind the school building, hiding. He decided to head north. This would perhaps leave Caleb out in the open, but if he ran, he could get to the summer homes, and could work out where to go after that. The less human contact, the better. Killing was not in Caleb's best interest, after all. But he felt that some people in his class would be quite eager to do so. The speakers suddenly erupted, with the man's voice. "My name is Fredrick Eyclone." were the words, more or less.

Caleb got out his Pokéball, not exactly looking forward to this. He hated Pokémon, for how they split apart his family and caused a lot of evil in the world. Caleb's knowledge of the useless things was very limited. They were used for battling other Pokémon, and they had names. He also knew how to get Pokémon out of their balls.

"Go." Caleb said, with no enthusiasm at all. A white flash erupted from the ball, taking Caleb by surprise. He couldn't see clearly because of the flash, and he suddenly got a headache. Opening his eyes slowly, he noticed some weird Pokémon standing there. It looked like a freak...

"You're a Pokémon?" Caleb said, mocking this yellow creature. It looked like some standing midget elephant, but it was much uglier. The Pokémon looked a bit hurt by this comment. "Drow..." it said, looking down at the floor.

"Right - the less I see you, the better. Now go back in your Pokéball." Caleb instructed, as the creature went back into its Pokéball, with a red flash this time. Caleb put the map and Pokéball back into his bag, and got out a compass. He had to go North. He slipped it into his pocket, and put on the backpack. He slowly started into a jog, proceeding to his next destination. He would be OK. He wouldn't kill anyone. He would just hide and hope.

Somehow, Caleb knew that this wasn't true.​
 
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Sleeping hadn't been hard. Despite the fact that they had slept for knew how many hours on the way to this island, Kira was exhausted. Being told you were fighting for your death and trekking through thick woods with a heavy metal collar on your neck tends to weigh a person down. So she woke with the setting sun refreshed and ready to go. The only question was, what could she do now? The sound of the breach wasn't too far off...

After a moment of thinking, and without getting up from her pit, Kira reached for her backpack and pulled out the map as silently as she could. If anyone were around, she would be a sitting duck in this hole in the ground. After a moment's gazing at the map, she figured she was near the northeast side of the island... and the summer homes were furthers southeast. She could head for those and see what she could find and move on...

Kira wondered if anyone had been picked off while she had slumbered... shrugging, she lifted her head high enough she could see around her. After making sure the coast was clear, she lifted herself out of the pit and started heading for the sound of the waves. It wasn't long before the trees thinned and sand began to mix with the dirt. Kira inhaled the salty air, letting it rejuvenate her as she finally came to the shore. She stared at the crashing waves, contemplating swimming out and seeing just what these collars could do...

But she kept moving anyways, heading further southward. Since her Pokemon was next to useless in its normal state, maybe she could find a knife or something in one of the abandoned houses... and there was still the matter of others there as well, for possibly the same reasons as she. But some were probably using the homes for shelter, which wasn't what Kira was interested in. The houses would be huge targets, and she didn't intend to walk around with a bull's eye on her back. She would raid a few of the homes and move on until day came. Then she could rest again... As Kira trooped on, she noticed smoke rising from much farther south. She frowned, wondering who would be stupid enough to make a fire... she made a mental note to try and find where the smoke had come from later,

(*flail of guilt* sorry this took so long. And it's short... *headdesk*)
 
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OOC: Sorry this took so long. I started this on Friday, and intended to finish it last night, but it got late. So here it is, and hopefulyl this iswhat you meant by creative. Oh, and Eletj, if it's not too much trouble, don't reveal my Pokemon yet. I want it to remain a secret from everybody else for now.

The first thing to catch Adel's attention were his scars. The rude interruption was so sudden, and so unexpected, as she could've almost bet on her life she was so sure that no one had caught wind of where she was going, and had trailed her from the School, that she couldn't quite comprehend what was happening at the moment. And so, in the fashion that she was always accustomed to, Adel focused her racing mind on the first tangible thing she caught sight of: The boy's scar. Nevermind the bright Emerald eyes that surveyed her in a laughing an airy manner, though he was approaching a total stranger, a psychotic maniac for all he knew on an Island were every man, or woman in her case stood alone; he was treating this exactly as it was: a game. Nevermind the long, Samurai-styled hair, which seemed unnecessary and out of place on the sweltering island, making the boy seem more suited for a Dojo than for the Blacony of a Lighthouse on the Beach. But Adel knew all this already; she was even familiar with the scar. She had recalled seeing the boy every day in the hallway, and had even remembered tossing a friendly casual wave his way at times, on her good days. She had never seemed to be able to pencil in, however, the second it requires the human mind to register a small amount of text, and decipher its meaning, or maybe that wasn't it, maybe she had just failed to be observant. But now, the words, as they had been seared into this peculiar boy's arm, emblazoned in vengeance across her mind, so that she soon wouldn't be able to forget them:

Son of a traitor. Instead of feeling the slap of impending doom as a daper on her spirits, as any sane person would've felt then, Adel only felt a small amount of curiosity. Why had he followed her? Had she really seemed that easy for the picking? Now Adel only felt fury, starting in the pit of her stomach and broiling up into her chest as her tiny fists clenched, and she took an instinctive step backward, inviting the boy forward. She met his open stare with an evenly matched one, and one not so friendly with mischief. What were his intentions? To ambush her, strip her of supplies, and clothes even, though by the size of the boy, they would appear more than a little skimpy on him, and then snag her Pokemon?

"Well, i'm not going down without a fight!" Adel snarled, her upper lip curling over rounded canines, throwing all emotion in her expression, which seemed black with rage, the Sea on the most wrathful of days, crashing and booming with intimidation in an attempt to swallow the intruder whole. Without reaching for the Pokeball in her pack, Adel took another step back, until her backside pressed up against the twisted wrought irons bars spiraling down from the balcony railing. Instinctively, her back arched against the resistance, and finally ,deciding that escape wasn't a likely tactic, shifted her strategy, but not her demeanor as she stiffened, back going erect in an attempt to make her look bigger than actual size. She hadn't had the opportunity to think up a better defense, but she had her pokemon at least-

Well, maybe. The attitude the Pokemon had exhibited toward her could at best be deemed polite- I mean, at least he hadn't taken the berry and hurled it right back at her face, right? But it wasn't openly friendly either. Despite her attempts to appear welcoming, the Pokemon had disregarded her instant affections- Yes, she'd have to fight hard to win this one over. All this flashed in rapid sequence througout Adel's mind in less than twenty seconds, the amount of time it had taken the familiar stranger to bound across the Lighthouse balcony, and skid to a stop just feet away from her. Had she been in less dire circumstances, she would've written this boy off as a friendly and harmless teammate, but being set loose unarmed save for a pokemon who detested her on a loaded island hadn't done much to boost Adel's confidence. Regardless, he flashed her the peace sign, as if this made all the difference, and responded with a single line.

"Hey. Relax. I'm not here to hurt you. No one needs to die today. Crazy stuff, huh?" He shot at her at a surprisingly rapid pace, eyes so wide and eager that Adel couldn't help but follow his advice in the slightest, and loosen up a little. She wore a smile, a wary one, but still a smile nevertheless, and gave him a tiny nod, pausing to be sure he wasn't just luring her into his Flytrap, and finally choosing to respond:

"Not just crazy, but insane." Adel breathed, thankful for somebody to confide in.

"So if you're not here to ransack me and frisk me for supplies, then what exactly are you here to do?" Adel was highly curious, and didn't mean to sound accusing if she was, but remembered that the hike to the Lighthouse from their release point had, at the very least rounded up to nearly four hours, and even for one jogging the whole way, and who hadn't paused for a long break or two as she had- the fittest trainer in the world would've had to travel an hour and a half at the very least to achieve this location. Had he had his heart set on occupying the lighthouse the same as she had? Somehow she seriously doubted that. It seemed too big of a coincidence.

But Adel and the curious boy's conversation had come to an abrupt halt as a rather rude interruption meandered directly into the two's pathway, an early and very unnecessary conflict, as already, the two miscast children were seen as weaker targets for two wayward socially handicapped fellow classmates- an insult to Adel. She was quiet, and kept mostly to herself, but did that really give off the impression of weakness? How could she be the victim of the school victims? Adel's opague eyes immediately narrowed, a hardened expression molding on her face as fiercely, she tore into the fabric she held- from the rug, not the tattered old blanket. As a big, blundering, physically awkward girl stumbled closer to the towering structure the boy and Adel stood atop of, Adel shot her a warning look, shredding yet another jagged strip from the rug, testing the woven strands for elasticity, and coming back positive as she ripped another one- examining the sniveling boy at the girl's side, sizing him up, from the misplaced oversized hands and digits in comparison to his scrawny body, the acne broken out all over his face proving the most dominating feature on his body, as a spineless nobody- the type Adel ordinarily would've smothered in sympathy on sight, and even now, in her grisly situation, felt a pang of human pain and passion for him.

This sad misfit duo seemed to sport none of the same basic human emotions for her, however, as they ambled closer, a malicious grin smeared across the outcast girl's face as she rolled her meaty shoulders back once, sending a shiver crawling up Adel's spine. Adel tore the fourth strip, and though not exactly identical to the first three, resembled them almost exactly. She wasn't quite sure what she was doing yet, but had the nagging feeling that the rug would be of better use to her in this form.

"Stay on your guard.." She warned the boy at her side in hushed tones, without taking her eyes off the pair advancing toward them, fear mounting inside her after a short tripping and stumbling of the geeky boy down below, they continued toward the Lighthouse, until, not fifteen feet away from the base, they paused, both peering up at the two hanging over the balcony. Adel's stomach did a little lurch- and as much as she was big on survival and gung-ho on staying alive as everyone else, she couldn't pretend to not even feel a little bit sick at knowing that after this- there was the likely possibility that after this encounter, one or more of them wouldn't be standing any longer.

The girl's sights were set on Adel herself, not the boy standing at her side, and Adel failed to make the connection and conceive why, until a single flash of raw jealous hatred flashed across the outcast girl's face, lighting the dark bubble that was Adel's naivety, and pointing to the notion that it all had to do with a fellow female rivalry. Adel's eyebrows shot up in surprise, for she really wasn't much of a classic beauty herself, but she had no time to reason with the girl as, without a single moment of contemplation or remorse, she hurled her pokeball into the air, her chosen weapon, whilst the cowering boy at her side did the same. From the shivering white silhouettes, two crouched figures emerged. A Scyther and a Rhyhorn, one of which Adel recognized, the other she didn't, as appendages took definite form and they solidified, eyes glazed over with a bloodlusten eagerness to match their trainers'. Adel gulped, backing away with unease, as the two pokemon seemed to form a solid pack amongst themselves, leaving her to ponder why the gangly freaks had BOTH been granted powerhouse pokemon who behaved perfectly, while hers was barely more than hostile towards her? Either way, Adel sighed and squared her own shoulders, unable to muster the faux bold demeanor she had earlier with the boy, and instead, tried to ready herself.

For once, the emotion was eminent within her crystal eyes, and as the fear brewed, she cast a despairing look towards the boy, keeping a death grip on the strips of rug she had torn, and dragging the tattered and heavy blanket in her other hand, hoping that whoever was in charge of looking out for them up there would have at least granted him a sturdy, reliable pokemon as his defense. Maybe her new comrade would be good for something after all. And then- As Adel should've known it would've- the plot thickened.

"G-Growlithe!" The shaking voice of a panicked female shouted.

"Set everything on fire!" Adel flinched as instantaneously, a sudden combustion enacted a tremendous wave of heat to breath up the steps, and not seconds later, the distinct crackling of flame licking as a hardwood surface filled the hollow canals of the girl's ears. She had but only a few seconds to react, as the Scyther, in no apparent rush, glided towards the balcony, testing wind current out it seemed, stretching transparent wings for the first time in a long time by the looks of it. Adel squeezed bulging eyes shut in hopes to whisk the whole situation away, and land her back home, in the cozy confines of her bed, dreaming up a fantasy adventure much unlike the one she mistakenly found herself in now, and then realizing that her life wasn't the only one at stake in this situation, heaved the blanket over the boy at her side's shoulders, clear eyes remaining trained on his as solemnly, she slid her own pokeball from her pack, tucking it into the palm of his hand without even looking down, straining to keep her voice steady as she spoke above the roar of razing fire.

"Get out of here as fast as you can!" She advised urgently, removing her hand from the ball as she gulped again, nervously swiping a stray tendril from her eyes.

"Watch out for the Rhyhorn- I suggest ducking in the smoke and getting the hell out of dodge before he ravages the building, or it burns to the ground one or the other. Neither of which you'll want to be caught up in. I'll try to make it out.. but if I don't.. At least you and my pokemone will."

The boy nodded once, and Adel's lips tugged upward in relief, to see that he wouldn't try to put up a heroic front and stick to her side like glue. That would only put the both of them at risk, he and her pokemon, the one who she hadn't been lying to when she said that she really regretted him being stuck in this macabre situation too.

"Oh, and one more thing!" She added, hurrying her words along as she heard the Scyther rapidly approaching.

"Please, even if you feel the need to- don't call him out. Me and my pokemon aren't exactly on friendly terms, and neither will you and I be if you let him get fried to a crisp! If he doesn't obey in the fire, then he could get seriously hurt. Comprende? So whatever you do- don't call him out!"

That said, Adel turned to face the full fury of the oncoming Scyther. Shielding her fface, as if that would do anything to help her, Adel remained standing in clear sight of the Scyther, hoping to distract it for a couple of seconds at least until the boy could've made obvious leadway, and then, wincing as she leapt from the path of the creature, rather a clumsy than a swift leap that landed her a fine cut on her outer forearm. The coursing adreneline did miracles to ease the pain of the blade-like incision, however, which kept Adel going as she darted into the open door of the lighthouse upper room, where the infamous light was located.

"Scy!" The pokemon hissed as, without decelerating in the slightest, he charged in after her, only to be ambushed with a menacing ring of fire courtesy of the loyal Growlithe heeding to his flighty trainer's instruction, the intensity of the tiny Puppy pokemon's power being shown in this attack, which partially had to do with natural apitude, but also had to lend credit to the fact that the interior of the lighthouse- from the floor to the built-in furnishing- was all done in aged, dried wood. Whirling around, Adel almost collapsed on spot, the sound of her overworked heart pumping giving her an overwhelming headache, one she had to ignore in order to save her own life. Shakily, she aimed one of the elogonated strips- and lsung it around the Scyther's neck, not so much pulling him by her own strength, only putting a tny bit of muscle into it than letting him aid her through his own momentum- his charge lending her leverage as she simply guided him, catching the Bug- who had thought and attacked more with strength accordingly than brains, causing him to plow into a situation without surveying it. The shrieking, miserable cries of acquired pain and heartache echoed throughout the area, and resounded outside even, Adel was certain. as from just inches away from the thrashing creature, she covered her ears to drown out the awful sound. The bug, obviously not impervious to fire, as most bug-type pokemon weren't, writhed involuntarily in obvious pain, begging and attempting to barter in its anguished pleas for help that sadly, would never come. Adel, after being severely clipped by one of the Scyther's spasming legs, thankfully not diced again by one of the blade-like appendages he sported- Adel thought it best that she get the heck out of dodge herself.

She paused but only once, to gaze in pity down over the poor pokemon, writhing in the execution that were his fiery confines, one Adel wasn't sure by the looks of it would escape. He appeared to be too occupied with fighting off the opposing flame then counteracting it, and so the heated substance just moved ever more rapidly across his strong, yet painfully delicate form, searing the crunchy exterior that was the bug's outer shell, and incinerating the inner flesh. If the Scyther survived this, he would at the very least be badly burned after it. The girl felt obvious feeling of remorse, but the thick and steady stream of blood dripping off the peak of her elbow was what prevented her from turning back, and pulling the Scyther off the ground to his feet. Survival of the fittest, after all. An assistant as strong as Scyther would only give the girl with a vengeance the upper hand in a battle against Adel- especially if her own partner refused to comply with her.. ever. His intentions had been to kill her, after all- so how else could she be expected to retaliate? Even still, Adel grimaced in sympathy for the ill-fated pokemon, and kept going.

Thankfully, the spiraling staircase, though lit up in a Sunset inferno, and appearing as the downward spiral of all the circle of hell itself, seemed steady, or at least fairly steady, despite the gnawing on the penetrating flame. The Lighthouse architect had built this one with intentions of it lasting awhile- but this didn't mean that it could last forever. As Adel jogged quickly down the structure, she sucked in her breath, aware that the situation at the bottom of the staircase was sure to be much worse than the scant flame at the top. She was just in time, it seemed, as already, bits of the staircase had become charred with black, and had begun caving in, and just minutes later of burning, would've marked her untimely demise at the top of the tower. She only hoped that the boy and her pokemon had gotten out safe, and were now confronting the lesser creatures of the pack: the humans. As Adel made the final few steps of the staircase, she froze practically in place, as she noticed her next big obstacle: The Rhyhorn. Heart practically throbbing in her throat, she inhaled a deep breath of air, only send her delicate chest into involuntary sputterings and spasms from the polluted smoke, making the gargantuan creature swivel over to focus his beady eyes on her.

Crap.. She thought, as immediately, she dropped down. She had no set plan in mind, but she chanced that if this creature was one of brute strength, but poor intelligence, then he would have a difficult time deciphering her location amid all the black smoke pouring throughout the room. Her planned seemed to work, for awhile, and she was enjoying breathing the air that hadn't yet been eaten up by the flame, until after a particularly deep breath, the creature's acute ears seemed to attune to her, and letting out a triumphant roar, he charged instantly toward her. Meanwhile, Adel's own ears attuned to something, a sort of rustling noise, and lo and behold- as she glanced over, she caught a ketchy image of the female trainer who had ordered the place to be burned to the ground herself, still hiding in the closet she had tucked herself away in when Adel had first came through. Why this might have been, Adel couldn't know, but guessed that she had been in the process of making her exit when the Rhyhorn had charged in, and not wanting to be ravaged by the brute, hid herself away again until something else proved a distraction. She seemed to sigh a bit in relief when the Rhyhorn again trained his sights on Adel, but Adel wasn't having it. She was no one's decoy.

Here goes nothing. She thought, as quickly, she drafted the outlines of a very chancey plan, the only one she could think of in this situation. the building, eaten up with flame and due to the short temper of the Rhyhorn, was already coming down in shambles around them. Boldly, Adel stood up, causing the girl in the closet to sigh a bit in relief again. But Adel was doing this girl no favor. The apparent sluggishness of this pokemon gave her confidence she was naware that she had, and so, for a full three seconds, Adel stood unmoving, staring the creature directly in the eye. Then, without warning, she too slid into the closet, but as opposed to hiding there, immediately dropped to her haunches, quickly exiting the nook via crawling- ironically enough the first thing she had ever been taught to do, but the maneuver that would potentially save her young life. Scurrying away from the closet, Adel didn't even turn back this time as she crawled in a zigzag path, one that if the dim-witted pokemon avoided the closet, would be difficult to follow, until she finally noticed the broad daylight beaming from the door that had been left ajar: Adel's escape. She could only hope that the boy had escaped- and without all the hassle it had taken her. Moving with impressive agility, it wasn't long before Adel slipped from the smokey confines of the lighthouse, practically collapsing with the shock that had been pent-in for too long. She hadn't treated the situation for what it really was- a survival of the fittest, one where hiding out and avoiding all the others wouldn't suffice. Adel didn't begin shaking until her ears were met with the piercing shriek of an individual still inside, and whether the Rhyhorn had meade contact and impaled the cowering trainer were still unsure, but at the same time, a series of low moans and groans contorted the air, as a splintering crack also resounded. The creature's horn had penetrated something- that was for sure, and by the sound of it, it had done what Arceus had intended it to do- attempted to unearth and uproot the wall it had charged- but by the lamenting sounds of the massive pokemon, had proved too think for even he to handle. Whether he could unwedge the stuck horn or not wasn't up to Adel- but she could only pray.

Loping as far from the building as was possible, she pivoted, turning to appraise what was once her beacon of hope- her own personal sanctuary and fortress, into what it was now: the flaming Castle in the sky, a palace suit for the Prince of lies himself. Balling her fitsts up, and feeling obviously hurt and betrayed, Adel fought the tears that bit at her eyes, turning away from the building, shoulders sagging in the slightest as she slumped to the ground.
 
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