Ira Deorum: A-Poké-Lypse

[_Diego//]

((Wait up, people, don't post! D:
Eletj and Dragax, I will have to ask you to delete your posts. I know I sid the thread begun, but I had to make the first post.
"My first post will be up soon, and once it is, you're good to go" So yeah. Thing is, I needed to set up things like time, weather, scenery and stuff before any one posted. For example, I wanted to start the thread very early in the morning, RP Time, so we could get to Viridian Forest in the night. You started at 10PM, though. So yeah. And not to mention I wanted a calm Pallet Town for then Balthazar arrives. Don't rush it, guys, I want to take this really slow. There will be many zombies in the RP. :A But yeah, please do as stated. This post will be edited to be my first post. ))


CHAPTER ONE_______________________________
Wanted: Dead or Alive. Preferably the latter.

Route 1, 9:00 A.M.

A shotgun was cocked, and the big foot of a tall male swept Ariados corpses out of his way as he made his way through. The crisp chills of the morning breeze were forcing Balthazar to clench his fists in a mostly worthless attempt to build up heat inside his own body, and the cool wind blowing towards him and making his loose shirt sway wasn't appealing to his goal. The sun was already above him, and it had been up in the sky since some hours ago. But still, the yellow sphere was emitting rays that barely helped the bitterness of the frozen weather and the grey firmament. Balthazar hoped the day would get warmer as it progressed. He knew that cold weathers weren't favorite by humans, for their senses and agility were cut short. Zombies, on the other hand, were unaffected.

It had been a quiet way from Pewter City, place where Balthazar's journey to Pallet Town began. Pewter City was Bal's main place of operation, and it was one of La Resistencia's main checkpoints. The city was far from being completely free of zombies, but The Pewter Museum of Science had been transformed into a strong La Resistencia base. It was big enough to store rations, ammo, and loads of people; but it was also close to Pallet Town, so anytime a ship left from Pallet to Cinnabar, the journey wasn't long. Route 2 had been awfully calm, for Balthazar only fired one cartridge of ammo. Viridian Forest was one of the region's most dangerous place, and it was strictly prohibited for one person to enter alone; so Balthazar had to take the small deviation found on the east, right below one entrance of Digglet's Cave.

"You have to find the survivors, Bal."

The words from one of La Resistencia's heads, Tyson "Ty" Blarred, echoed inside the man's head. On this side of Kanto, what Tyson said, everyone had to do. Even Balthazar, who was known for his mutiny. Why did he have to risk his life to find out other survivors? He survived alone, why couldn't they? Yes, he would like to see many survivors roam around happily, unconcerned about the zombies; but he wished he didn't have to elaborate at all. But there was nothing he could do, and he was getting used to this; just like he was getting used to the result. This wasn't Balthazar's first survivor hunt, yet all the other times he had gone on one, he never found a survivor. He was beginning to believe the western side of Kanto had no humans –other than the ones of La Resistencia– left. In fact, he was pretty convinced about it, but Ty had given orders. Oh, and not only did Balthazar have to find the survivors, he had to escort all of them back to Pewter while making sure their health was at optimum levels. Lame.

Route 1 was soothing, and not one sound had been uttered until one of Balthazar's Pokémon leapt from a patch of grass.
"Balthazar!" Ike yelled as he waddled to catch up to him.

"What?" Balthazar replied coldly and without even looking down at the Pokémon. Pallet town was in sight already, and the fact that in a couple of minutes he would have to search from house to house for a soul bored Balthazar.

"Do you think we will find any survivors this time? I mean, examining things thoroughly, we don't have much of a chance. 'Cause, like, look, barely any La Resistencia member has ever gone further south than Viridian City, and the fact that cop activity was very low means few to no firearms. There is also no strong or high building, and it Pallet Town has an environment suitable for every kind of Pokémon, even the most dangerous and strong ones. Oh, not to mention they have the sea to the south, and we know that water Pokémon are one of the wildest ones, and—"

"Ike, stop! I don't need any more encouragement." Balthazar interrupted with an abrupt scream. Ike was playful most of the time, and he liked to piss his trainer off . Bal's remark made a couple of Pidgey and Spearow fly out from the treetops they were hiding in and fly away. He lifted his long gun and aimed up at them, but realizing that they were no threat and that gun noise would only attract unwanted attention, he refrained from doing so. It's not like he didn't like attacking zombies, but Balthazar wanted to be done with this mission as soon as possible. Undead would only be an encumbrance. In no time, Balthazar reached the entrance of Pallet Town, disgusted at his sighting.

Pallet Town, a place where young trainers once came in order to begin the adventure of their lives in Prof. Oak's Laboratory and a place deemed by many as the warmest and happiest place to live was now ravaged. Many of the one and two story houses that had been built over the course of many years had completely collapsed, while others had missing walls. Some other buildings were lucky, only lacking windows or the roof. The grass on the ground was long, but it was gray and dry. The water on the south was so black it could be mistaken by oil, and loads of concrete and rubbish, along with corpses, floated on the surface. There was a putrefactive stench engulfing the town, and no fresh air was found in sky, one that was visibly orange with black clouds because of bombings. Ash, too, fell like rain droplets in a warm summer day.

"I can't believe this." Balthazar said as he stretched his long arm towards his belt, retrieving two Poké Balls. "This place actually looks better than I thought."

"You're being sarcastic, right?" A baffled Ike said as he looked up at Balthazar.

"You're the genius here…"

Without saying anything else, Balthazar clicked the buttons on his Poké Balls and released Dynasty and Zero. The two Pokémon, almost because of their instinct, looked from side to side, trying to spot any zombie in case Balthazar released them for fighting. "Chill, guys." Balthazar said as he lined up his three Pokémon in front of him, casually slinging his gun over his shoulder.

"A' right, this is what we're going to do," Balthazar said in a low voice volume, "Dynasty and Ike, you search the eastern part of the town. Zero, you come with me. I haven't had any beer today and I want to get out of this hell hole as soon as possible. I'm pretty sure no one is here, but let's check it out anyway." Balthazar picked Zero because of his power, and he sent Ike with Dynasty 'cause Ike was more intelligent than a human and he could use Dynasty's strength. That was how Balthazar did things. Direct, easy and smooth.
~Showtime~ Balthazar said as he began to run deeper into town. Pallet Town had developed into a somewhat large town to this day, though, and Balthazar was unsure if anyone would notice him. He approached this one house that was still semi-complete and kicked the door down, seeing the corpse of a man lying on a couch. Grossed, Balthazar turned around and decided to check the house no more, his Houndoom standing right next to him. He knew this wasn't going to be easy. It is not like he was sent to explore a route, where people couldn't hide. Maybe some couldn't speak or were stuck under furniture. Taking a risk, Balthazar took his shotgun and fired to rounds up into the air.

"Can anyone hear me?!" Balthazar yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing all over town. This was a horribly move everyone should avoid, for it would attract the attention from all zombies that might be hidden or in Route 1. As Balthazar finished yelling, echoes of many zombie Pokémon cries were heard, and soon enough a vicious stampede approach, probably a bit north from Viridian City.

"Is there anyone here?!" Balthazar now yelled as he continued to shoot, eyes set out and in search of anyone that would respond to his call.


((If you're done reading my post, please refer to the OOC thread lykritenao.))

 

[Eletj]

Abandoned home, Viridian City; 10pm.
A rumbling.
That's the first thing Michael heard as he awoke, being nudged by Nuu. He leapt to his feet, brushing of the dust the accumulated on his clothes. It had been Nuu's shift to take watch, but Rika was also awake. Something was wrong. Michael peeked through an ajar curtain, sneaking a look into the open street.

Zombies. Lots of Zombies.

****.

Michael returned his two pokemon, grabbing Dallas's pokeball at the same time. Pressing the button, a red light erupted from the ball, and the Arcanine materialised. It growled lowly, then shook itself awake. Michael searched the room, looking for his weapons. He grabbed them from their resting places, and strapped them to his body, his axe lying across his back and the staple-gun strapped to his belt like a revolver. He took the Lawn-trimmer in his right hand, before jumping onto Dallas's back.

"You ready boy? We're going to burn some zombies. I want you to run straight to Route 1, then head straight for Pallet Town. Fire of some flames along the way", he said as he rubbed the dog's mane. "Let's go".

The blazing beast ripped through the door, releasing flames as he did. Instantly, several zombies, both human and pokemon, turned and ran at them. Another flame burnt a Ratata that got to close. Micheal turned on the trimmer.

"Come get some!" He roared as the machine fired to life in a rush of steel. Dallas sped towards the path, and Michael held the trimmer at arms length. A Sandslash leapt at the duo, but meet it's end in a flurry of spinning steel blades. The dog kept speeding towards the passage.

A louder rumble, as a Gyarados burst from a nearby pond.

****.

Dallas raced faster, bursting into the route, with the water-dragon in hot pursuit. Zombies attempted to leapt at them, but flames from Dallas prevented them from hitting their targets. Narrowly missing a large quantity of water flying from the Gyarados's mouth, Dallas leapt from the ledges, finally arriving at Pallet Town. The dog jumped, before turning exactly 180 degrees.

"Good boy. Have a rest." He spoke as he returned the fire pokemon. Grabbing a yellow pokeball, Michael hit it's button at the center. A burst of red, and the glowing electric body of Nico appeared.

"Ready Nico. Lets take this thing out!" Michael yelled as the Electabuzz adopted a combat stance. Doing the same, Michael turned to face the Gyarados, gripping his spinning bloody weapon.

"Come get some."

The water-dragon leapt at the duo. It never stood a chance. Nico charged towards it, his entire body radiating electricity. He swung his fist, striking the Gyarados dead in the face. It's entire body shuddered, and it fell towards the ground. It roared in pain. Turning of the lawn trimmer, he quickly swapped it for the axe. He walked over to creature, gripping it tightly.

"Sorry." He said as he swung the axe. The beast let out one last, haunting roar before passing away.

Abandoned Home, Pallet Town. 9.10am, the next day.
Michael awoke as a gun-shot was let off. He jumped to his feet.

'NOW THEY HAVE GUNS!?' he thought as he grimanced. An unfamiliar voice changed his mind slightly.

"Is anyone there?" Another shot was let off.

"Hello?" Mikey yelled in reply. He jumped to his feet and checked his gear before running out to meet the stranger. "Oi! I'm here. ARE YOU TRYING TO GET US KILLED SHOUTING LIKE THAT?! WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM!?" He yelled at the man, before realising what a total hypocrite he was. He calmed himself down, before looking at the man again.

"Sorry. Hey there, I'm Michael. Michael Sliteye. So what are you doing here exactly?" he asked as he offered out his hand.

OOC: Due the fact we had to delete, I've handled the Gyarados by myself.

 

[Man of Faith]

Wesley's "Home", Pallet Town. 3:37 A.M.
The Thin Dead Line

Wesley jumped up, sweating. Another nightmare. If this continued he'd never get any sleep.

He stood up and put on his jacket.

Why? The voice echoed in his head. He ignored it, releasing Echo.

"We need more food," he said to the Togetic. "Can you handle that?"

Echo shook her head. Wes grabbed his machete and opened the door for Echo. He checked the area. Clear. He lifted the Togetic into the air. She pushed off from him and flew off into the distance. Wes smiled. For once, it was quiet and everything was looking okay. He headed back into the house and sat on the floor.

Before long, Wes had nodded off.

~*~​

Wesley's Dream

"Wes... I-I don't th-" she whispered.

"No! Me and you, we're gonna get back to Kanto," Wesley said. "I know it looks bad, but if their's a god, He won't let this happen."

"You don't know that..." she whispered.

~*~​

Wesley's "Home", Pallet Town. 8:56 A.M.

Knock.

Wesley's eyes opened. He pulled himself off the floor and picked up his machete, readying himself for combat. He threw the door open. Echo hopped into the house, dropping what she managed to find.

Wesley, nodded, acknowledging the food. He pulled out a pokeball and pushed the center button. A beam of light hit the Togetic and she was gone. Wesley stepped outside. The grim environment suited him.

Lie to me. The voice was back. It had been haunting him. He stumbled over to a tree and sat next to it.

Wesley... T-tell me something happy... Anything... Please... A tear slid down Wesley's cheek. I want to go... Knowing you'll be alright...

"Shut up," he said, clutching his head. "Shut up!"

Promise me...

"Shut up!" A gunshot rang out in the middle of town.

"Can anyone here me?!" A man said. "Is there anyone here?!"

Wesley looked up, holding the machete tighter. This needed some investigating. He stood, shaking.

Don't let me go... His grip tightened.

 

[Akustar]

Derelict House, Pallet Town, 9:10 A.M.

Bathory's heart skipped an entire beat when as she heard a gun go off. She started breathing heavily as she calmed down. The entire situation had turned her a lot twitchier than usual. She started to see zombies in every dark corner, zombies in the ceilings, zombies in the woodworks, zombies in the foundations, zombies in the water, zombies in the air, zombies in the dirt, and etc. Though she felt a lot safer with Selene around because Selene, unlike Bathory, could actually properly spot zombies.

But zombies didn't use guns. And Bathory knew what that meant. It meant other people! She was curious. Not curious enough to actually leave "her" house though. But she was curious enough to go to the bedroom with the best view of the city. The room made her shudder. She had turned the pictures of all the family portraits down onto the desks. They brought back bad memories, and she didn't want to think about their fates. But the room still made her shudder.

The room seemed innocent and childlike. Toys lay in the corners, bright dolls littered the shelves, and the random decorations on the walls were sweet enough to cause diabetes. Bathory didn't what to feel. Sadness? Loss? Bitterness? Envy? Envy? Envy? Envy? Envy? Envy? Yes. It was definitely envy.

The windows were covered by curtains, but she was able to move it just a bit so she could peer through a crack. A man seemed to be randomly pumping bullets into the air, and another man seemed to be yelling toward him. She could hear the gunshots, but she could not hear what the man was yelling. Nor could she read his lips, simply because he was too far away.

She thought to herself impetuously, "...what are they doing? Have they gone mad? Are they seeking some kind of horrible death." Thoughts stirred in Bathory's mind. She wanted to somehow help them, but they seemed like a lost cause. She thought of them as morons. Plus, she didn't know how to help them without endangering herself or giving away her location.

She thought for a while, and thought of something. Her "electrogun" didn't actually shoot electricity. It shot a laser out onto a target and then used that light beam to conduct electricity toward the target. She figured unless she clicked the button that sent the electricity raging across the beam, she could use it as a laser pointer. She created a bigger gap between the curtains and tried shining the laser beam between the two men. Why she was doing it, she did not know. Maybe the excitement of seeing another living person temporarily removed her reason. But regardless, she tried waving the point across on the ground hoping that one of them could see it.

 

[Dragax67]

Oak's Laboratory Ruins, Pallet Town, 9:00 AM

Yeah...
It's my life...
My own words I guess...

Tyler looked round the decrepit Lab. He had heard a gunshot, and was wondering and panicking. What if the gunshot had been someone nearby, and they were going to help him? What if they were here to kill him? What if it wasn't someone... What if it was a zombie... Tyler jumped up and pulled out his Desert Eagle, and gripped it tight in his left hand. He then alerted his Kirlia, Focus, by a telepathic message.
Been a gunshot. Search for danger. He alerted her, then waited. He walked slowly towards the exit to the lab when he saw it. Outside, on the field where many Species of Pokemon roamed, a Luxray was standing there. It was obviously a zombie. The flesh around its ribs was decaying, and vertebrae were sticking out of its back. It was growling deeply, and was slowly walking towards Tyler. It knew he was there. Tyler grabbed one Pokeball from is bag, and sent the Pokemon out. He saw the Quilava appear behind him, and then looked at it.

"Typhlux, its a Luxray. Get it closer, by attacking it, preferably Ember. Keep going and when its in range, I'll use the sword." The Quilava understood, and ran out, shooting fireballs at the Luxray, burning its decayed flesh. It turned and ran at Quilava, but by the time it had ran, Quilava had moved and shot more fireballs. Tyler ran outside, and stood back, watching the battle. Typhlux jumped beside him. The Luxray made its final run. Tyler swang the sword round, directly into its side. The Luxray roared and collapsed to the floor. Just to be sure, Tyler shot it with the Desert Eagle in his other hand. Its body went rigid, then limp. He knew it was dead.

But he realised he had made a mistake. By shooting it, and the roar the Luxray
made, he had awakened other zombies nearby.

"Oh, ****." As he then returned Typhlux, he heard a scraping noise on the door he had walked through. He looked as a small Aron appeared. It was a zombie that shooting wouldn't affect. Its heavy steel body would defend it. Tyler turned and ran towards Pallet Town, where the Gunshot had been from, at least he thought it had been. Then Focus sent him a message.
Tyler, the gunshot was from Route 1, and there are two men there. They seem to be on our side, as they definitely aren't zombies. Maybe we should go down there. Tyler replied by sending her one single word.
OK.
Tyler kept running and he arrived at Route 1. He saw the two men, but kept distance. He sat down on a ledge, and there was a flash next to him. Focus teleported to him and sat next to him. He stared t the men, waiting to see what they did next.

 

[_Diego//]

I heard that evil comes disguised

Balthazar's heartbeat was wildly beating, and the man could feel how the organ almost pounded his chest. He could feel the vibrations made by the Pokémon horde on the soles of his shoes. Even though he knew he had time to run, his eyes never diverted direction, and his arms and hands never allowed the barrel of his aimed gun to become shaky. His eyes squinted as he saw the far silhouettes approaching. His eyesight was the worst of Balthazar's physical flaws. At around age thirteen, Balthazar developed myopia, probably inheriting it from one of his grandparents. It hadn't ever been such a serious condition, nothing too sharp. Balthazar needed around 1.00 points of augmentation, but since the outbreak, he had found eyeglasses to become pretty useless; and contact lenses were nowhere to be found, nor the material to take care of them.

"If anyone can hear me," Balthazar yelled, "come out now or prepare to die!"

Balthazar's breath became harsh, and Zero stood in a fighting position. Zombies weren't in sight yet, but their roars were intimidating. Vicious cries of agony and bloodthirst. As Balthazar prepared to walk away, a voice was heard approaching.

"Hello?" A stranger approached running, expression uneasy. Bal was surprised. Had a human really revealed himself to him? Wow. That was 50% of the mission right there. With one survivor, he was good enough to leave.

"Oi! I'm here. ARE YOU TRYING TO GET US KILLED SHOUTING LIKE THAT?! WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM!?"

The younger male burst out. Balthazar was pissed. Truly, truly pissed. He had high regards of himself, and he wasn't letting this guy yell to him like that. Not especially when he knew that if Balthazar left, he'd stand no chance against the upcoming horde of zombies. He felt like every human on the world needed him, and he was spreading the idea by the tip of his gun. Furious, Balthazar turned his shotgun to the head of the male, a grimace on his face. The person stopped right on its tracks.

"Look, kid," Balthazar said as he forced the barrel of the gun against kids forehead. Even though Balthazar wasn't much older, he liked to refer to other younger ones as 'kid' to have a feeling of superiority and authority. "I dare you to yell at me again." His voice was low and harsh. After a second of silence, Balthazar lowered his gun, making it known that he wasn't afraid of exterminating the ones he was sent to help live. An evil smirk soon lined up in his face while Zero sniffed the newcomer, not hesitating growling at him at times.


"Sorry. Hey there, I'm Michael. Michael Sliteye. So what are you doing here exactly?"

Michael now proved to be more friendly, much to Bal's approval. Still, Balthazar was a little confused at the kid's last statement. It was too friendly. Did he realize that hundreds of zombies where approaching? He was uncomfortably chill about it. Balthazar lifted scratched his neck before looking down at the kid and beginning to talk.

"My name is Balthazar, and I'm your only hope of survival if you plan to be here for another year. Do as I say and we will get out of this hellhole Ok." Balthazar tried to speak in a calm tone, but a sense of hurry could be noticed. He also wasn't ashamed of admitting the truth. Without letting Michael answer, Balthazar ran a full body scan of him, and noticed his only projectile unit was a staple launcher. Balthazar laughed.

"Is that army issued?" He said sarcastically as he stretched his hand down his leg and pulled out his gun. "Do you know how to use one of this, kid?" He asked as he pulled the gun's slide, not waiting for a response before he put the gun in Michael's hand. "Don't answer. Just aim and pull the trigger." Balthazar picked up his shotgun again.

"Now, tell me, kid, were there any other survivors where you were hiding at, or do you know the whereabouts of some—… MOVE!"

Balthazar thought that if Michael had been able to hide, there was a chance for survival of others. And it would've been just oh so peachy if the rest of Pallet's survivors were hiding with him and he knew the whereabouts. Oh, and know what would've been just perfect? If they each had a grenade launcher and a flamethrower. But that was unlikely, so asking before continuing to look, would be useful. Before Balthazar could finish asking, though, he was interrupted because of a strange sighting. A small red dot was roaming around the feet of the two males. Balthazar was surprised, and in a rush of blood to the head, he pushed Mikey away from the ground they were standing in, making him land on the insides of a scorched building that lacked a wall. Balthazar then did a barrel roll, stretching his hand to prevent his fedora from falling while on the roll. Nothing could separate Balthazar from his fedora. As he finished the roll, he aimed his shotgun up, trying to find the place where the laser sight came from. His poor eyesight though, only allowed him to see a waving curtain. He had spotted the house, at the very least.

"Someone was going to shoot us." Balthazar whispered to Mikey. It was a very wild guess, but it made sense. A gun or rifle with laser pointer casted a similar mark. But why? Why would any human shoot another one? Any human other than Balthazar, that is. Infuriated, Balthazar stood up.

"Do you have any Pokémon?" He asked Michael. "Send them out to protect you, and no matter what, don't move from here. Stand your ground. I'll be back soon. This is Marc, he'll help you out."

Balthazar sent out his Crocronaw, who was immediately commanded to help Mikey while Balthazar was gone. With an assuring nod, Balthazar left Michael inside that burnt building, being sure that if any zombie was approaching, Mikey could see it before it saw him. If Michael knew what was good for him, we would do as ordered. Otherwise, Balthazar wouldn't bother looking around again. That was his way of life. Not really practical, but truly efficient.

With his shotgun loaded, Balthazar turned around and sprinted away, hiding behind maimed walls. He had managed to spot the source of the laser, and now the owner had some explaining to do. Also, because he knew the location, he was completely sure he was out of sight. Eventually, Balthazar got to the place. His pace had been steady, for he wanted to find out about this and be back with Michael before the zombies arrived. He could very much feel their presence by now. Balthazar approached the door of the building, noticing it was locked. He could've kicked the door down, but he wanted to catch the resident unaware. Balthazar stared around enough like to see a broken window. Warrily, he wiped the pieces of glass that were still attached with the tail of his gun and then sneaked inside, silent. Zero stayed outside, guarding.

Suspiciously, Balthazar searched many rooms, finding no one. He was growing nervous, but at last, he peeked around a corner to see a figure of shady attire looking out through a window. Despite the thick clothing, the frame allowed him to identify it as female. He also managed to spot the device the laser was being emitted from. It was not a gun. To many, the device was one that they might haven't ever seen, but not for Balthazar. Having earned a degree in mechatronics, having worked with a lot of military equipment for the last couple of months of his life, and having been a traveling priest that saw pretty much everything; there was no gadget Balthazar was unfamiliar with. A closer examination at the laser device allowed him to assume he wasn't in a lot of danger, and even though he did see more weapons, he thought he had the circumstances under his hands.

"FREEZE!"

A loud, cracking yell pierced the deadly silence of the room. In a matter of less than a second, Balthazar had rolled out of the corner, through the wall, and right behind the murky figure, whose blonde hair didn't allow him to see the rest of her head. For once, Balthazar wondered if he had done the correct thing. He proved that the figure had no rifle, so maybe it wasn't hostile. Still his shotgun was pumped and aimed, and he was just a few feet away. He knew that if he pressed the barrel against the figure's body and it was a trained someone, it could easily slap the gun away. Not to mention the cool feel of the barrel could freak anyone out.

"You shouldn't aim that thing at people. It's misleading."

In a much less hostile, even kinda caring tone, Balthazar continued to speak as it waited for the person to turn around and respond.

"Get up. Tell me your name and age, and come with me."


((Because of the position I left you in, Eletj, you are entitled to killing a few zombies. Not the main horde, but perhaps a roaming Rattata or Digglet. As you can see, you have Bal's gun now, and you have temporary control of Marc the Crocronaw.))

 

[Akustar]

Bathory sighed and closed the curtains. She was sure none of them saw here, though in all honesty, she didn't really pay attention. She called Selene back into her Pokeball. She was pretty sure that the zombies would be too busy feasting on the those two figures to surge toward any other location in Pallet Town. She was relieved as she figured herself as being completely safe, but felt a bit disappointed. She finally find another living human being, and they just happened to be moronic enough to get themselves all killed by a bunch of zombies.

She sighed again and thought to herself bitterly. "How come Kanto is the one filled with the kind of idiots who make suicide attacks on Zombies, and WE happened to get the short end of the stick?" She found something intrinsically unfair about it. After all, Kanto, Hoenn, and Johto were responsible for the Whirlpool War, weren't they? If they had just been able to run their regions competently, like Sinnoh, there would have been no reason to send in the troops. If they hadn't been fanatical enough to resist, none of this 'zombie' poppycock would have even happened. As always, Sinnoh was the victim again. And so did Bathory think.

Bathory figured that it would make pragmatic sense to go outside after a few hours to loot whatever was left of their bodies. But she really didn't want to deal with any dead bodies. The sight of blood still made her dizzy, and she loathed to think what would happen if she tried to dig though a torn-apart pile of flesh that used to be human. Food was hard enough to find these days. At least food fit for someone of Bathory's rank and station.

She placed the electrolaser on a bedstool. She wished her skirt had actual pants. Well, it wasn't really a skirt. It looked like a skirt, but it wore just like a pair of shorts. And not like anyone could tell, her socks were long enough for her to tuck them under the uh...garment. When she thought about it, her socks were probably warmer than her windbreaker. She never knew why she would buy such insulating socks, but she was glad she did.

Bathory found the days relatively easy to pass. She spent most of her days reading childrens' books and childrens' mangas. The former occupant of this bedroom seemed to have been an avid reader. She had enough manga and books to last her a very long time. Though the ranks of unread books were dwindling, she figured she could always reread one.

She was currently engrossed in a fascinating book called Popo the Jiggly-Princess. She picked it up again. She had creased the edge of the page she was on, so she could easily return. There weren't many words; it was a picture book. The drawings were glurge-worthy. There were shining rainbows, sunshine, smiles, glitter, and pink backgrounds on every page. Bathory loved it. She used to love picture books, fairy tales, and lovely childrens' manga as a child before her family told her that such 'vulgar entertainments' were not fitting to someone of her social station. Of course, she thought they were right. But it took her mind off the awful world she currently lived in. Why not take some more time drifting off into a better world? Where endings are always happy, everyone is nice, and a shining knight in armor always saves the heroine in the end.

She wished there a shining knight in armor could come and save her. Maybe whisk herself off to another realm. Maybe to a realm fit to someone of her social class. She could just imagine it. The Ponyta chariots, better food than this inedible Kanto cuisine, some nice servants, and a Prince Charming. A Prince Charming Knight In Armor. She nodded. That was totally what she needed now. She wished one could come in that Ponyta chariot and just carry her off. She sighed. She knew it was time to be realistic. With the book still in hand, she approached the window.

She was about to raise the hand not holding the book (she made sure her thumbs kept the book flipped open to the page she was on), when a voice paralyzed her. As someone unused to the sound of human voice not her own, she was completely petrified. She yelped a bit when she felt something hard jam into her. It was a peculiar emotion she felt. And a rare one. Her position ensured that she rarely had to feel it. It was fear.

She hated it. The lack of control. That is what she hated most about this entire 'zombie' affair. It took away her social position. The position that made her feel like she always in control, regardless of who she was talking to. She could always carry an air of superiority, and it always reassured her. So what if she made a faux pas, or if she said something unintelligent, or if she had something funny on her face. Social anxiety didn't matter. Because no matter what, she knew she would be better. Superior. Her station, pedigree, and heritage all ensured that. Social situations used to be as easy as breathing. It was a piece of cake to be permanently self-confident. Especially to those that were obviously inferior and below you. But now, it was different. Someone was jamming a weapon into her back. And she had nothing. She was nothing. It was terrifying. But she knew she couldn't show it. After all, fear was so uncouth.

She didn't hear the first phrase she said. But it sounded hostile. And that did not calm her. She heard the words of the second phrase, but didn't stop to notice that it wasn't as hostile as the first. She deliberately and slowly started moving her arms. That was always a good way of projecting superiority. It was of prime importance to always be graceful. It was a good way to display her poise, her social superiority. And of course, she had to mask the fear. But her success was mixed. She brought her arms up slowly to show compliance, but they were still shaking a bit. Of course, she had not let go of her copy of Popo the Jiggly-Princess, and it was probably fully visible to the man behind her as she brought up her arms.

She didn't want to give her name and age out. Who knows who it was behind her? Maybe it was some kind of serial rapist, someone with a grudge, or some other kind of horrible criminal or thug. Of course, in the views of Bathory, members of the aforementioned groups comprised the majority of Kanto, Hoenn, and Johto, so she was firmly convinced of that. Though that didn't stop her from raiding Kanto houses, living in them as her own, and reading their childrens' picture books and manga.

But she could never forget the first rule of social success. Never outright deny anyone's request. Malicious compliance, shifting the subject, or just finding a way not to do what they do without confronting them. And of course, she could never show submission. Because she was obviously above them. By not flatly denying requests, and by beating around the bush, she felt she was giving them a reward. After all, isn't it a privilege to know that someone of her station would even consider your request (although she usually did not in reality)? And to show any kind of submission or to even suggest that they were your social superiors, or even equals, was just inconceivable. That was the key to success in Bathory's social world. So she had to find a way to do so.

Whatever she thought of, didn't actually matter, because she couldn't get anything coherent through her throat. Her voice was trembling a bit and actually an entire octave above her typical speaking voice, probably as a result of the surprise. Or of the fear.

"Ah...uh...um....uh......please...uh..."

 

[jcogginsa]

Aaron walked back to the oak laboratory silently, Empoleon by his side. He knew of the approaching zombie hoard thanks to the high plateau on which the lab was placed. It allowed him to see unaided for miles, and even further with the aid of the telescope he found inside. Normally he wouldn't be out of the safety of the lab for such a long time, but with hoard approaching, he needed to collect some berries from his orchard. He'd established the orchard by planting some berries he found in the lab when he first moved in. It was hard to consume them at first but he soon became acustomed to the taste, and the orchard had grown to a large size since it started. It helped him ration his limited supplies of human food, and he had a mass surplus of berries thanks to it. He was currently carrying a sack full of berries back to the lab. With this one, he'd have enough berries to last him about 3 monthes, by which time he assumed the hoard will have long since passed.

Suddenly he heard a gunshot in the distance. " Other humans." Hethought. The sound had come from east of his location, so he headed in the direction. The gun shot meant he could use them to take out much of the hoard, Which would mean less zombies to contend with in the future. It would mean using up his surplus faster than expected, but hopefully the loss in zombies would make up for that. He ordered Empoleon to luanch a flash cannon into the sky, his voice hoarse from years of barely speaking. This would let Blaze know to fly to their general location in case he needed emergency evacuation. He always left five of his pokemon at the lab to guard it, and his Empoleon never let him go off alone, so he couldn't fly to the orchard because Blaze couldn't lift them both.

Soon after he sent the signal to blaze, he saw a figure in the distance. The bodie shape meant it could only be human, and the posture meant a living creature. As he got closer, he was able to ID the figure as male. He called out to him and yelled "Hey you, who are you? " .

[OOC: I hope this is up to standards]

 

[Ruphire]

Name: Tristen Ravager
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Occupation:

Appearance: Tall, with long black hair grows just along his eyes, with a fair complextion. Wears a tattered shirt, with the faintest outline of a silvery cross, and a pair of faded blue worn jeans. Also never seen without his Sapphire cross necklace, which he's had since birth. Has blue eyes with mysterious white pupils, and has an air of wisdom about him.

Personality: Strong willed, and optimistic. Likes to take charge, and a quick thinker. Doesn't like to be told what to do. Calm, and an excellent liar. Good at conrtolling emotions. Can always tell when something bad is about to happen

Weapons: A handgun stolen from La Resistencia, and a Stone Dagger he created using tree bark and Granite. A spear he forged using the stone dagger and some wood, and fishing wire, which he found by a pond one day.



History: Born as the son of shop merchants in the Sinnoh Region, he was, as you could say, "wealthy". He was taught in many survival skills.
He never really knew why he needed to know them, but his parents insisted that he should be taught them, for a day he might need them.
One day, his parents died in a car accident, so he had to go to Kanto to live with his grandparents who lived near Mt. Moon.
He lived there, up until the events of 2009 when murders started happening. The bodies were getting found closer, and closer to Mt.Moon, and he was getting a little worried.
Since his grandparents lived secluded away from the rest of the world, Tristen was completely oblivious to what was going on around the world around him.
One day, he decided to visit the town over and heard about what was going on. He then suddenly realized that the reason he and his grandparents were still alive was because they lived secludedly from everyone else.
Luckily, nothing happend, until 2022, when he woke up one morning to find his grandparents gone.
He knew they never left the house so he knew something must of happened to them.
He has heard rumors of zombie pokemon rising from the graves from the town over. At the time, he decided that it must be some dumb rumor, but now...
He went home and tried to find some weapons.
He found this branch that kind of looked like a hilt of some kind and decided if he could find some type of stone to put in it, he could make it into some dagger.
He looked around for some kind of stone, but couldn't find one to put in the wooden hilt.
He then turns to the house with a granite statue of a lions head, picks it up, and hurls it to the ground, shattering it into millions of pieces.
He examined the wreckage for a minute, looking for a piece big enough to fit into his makeshift hilt.
Not finding anything, he decided to walk away from the wreckage, when he tripped over something.
He turned around, and saw a piece of granite, the perfect size for his hilt.
So with his new furnished dagger in hand, he stalked off to look for some more weapons. He instantly realizes something that his grandpa told him a long time ago "If someone ever tries to hurt us, we'll get 'em with this book" he would say pointing at the Holy Bible.
Tristen goes inside and examines the Bible, thinking it couldn't hurt, to find that the pages were hollowed out, and there was a handgun in there.
He gladly took the weapon, and went to find another weapon or two. Getting frustrated at not finding anymore weapons, he decides to walk by the lake that sits right next to their home.
Sitting down on the ground, he sees something sitting next to him.
He bends down to examine it, and it turns out to be fishing wire.
He picks it up, thinking it might come and handy for later.
At that moment, he hears the sound of loud footsteps.
He turns around and sees a whole bunch of zombie pokemon marching at him.
Terrified, he runs toward Pallet Town, hoping he can hide there from the zombies.




Pokémon:
Mudkip- Kippy
Eevee-Star



Other: Has some paranormal abilities

 

[*Scizor*]

A gunshot echoed down into the dark basement. Lachlan immediately flicked on a torch and Kyuu let out a low growl as he climbed up onto Lachlan's shoulder. It had been a gunshot, Lachlan was sure of that, but who would be foolish enough to make such a racket in these times? Was the person looking for trouble? Then a frightening thought crossed the boy's mind, what if it was a zombie? What if a zombie had somehow came into possession of a loaded gun and found out how to use the weapon?

Lachlan shook his head, in an attempt to physically clear it. What did it matter to him? The noise was hopefully no where too close to the house and if he stayed quiet he should be safe. A distant voice called out. "Can anyone hear me?!" It said. Lachlan figured it was a man's and as far as he knew, no zombie could talk. "Is there anyone here?!" It shouted again. Lachlan slowly rose to his feet, this was it; this was his chance of freedom. He hoped. Kyuu looked at Lachlan, unsure of what his trainer was doing. "Don't worry buddy, its fine." Lachlan whispered, petting the Quilava's head.

Lachlan ran to the stairs that led back into the house and slowly stepped up them. They creaked loudly and Lachlan hesitated whenever they did so. Kyuu cringed at the noise, he hated the thought of zombies hearing or seeing them and attacking. Lachlan used a key he had found to unlock the door and with a gentle push; Lachlan managed to open it so he could see out into the room above. The house was mostly intact, a couch sat by a shattered window with its insides spread over the ground around it. A television sat on its back, almost completely destroyed. The house's front door was on the ground in the hallway and the kitchen was missing many of it's cupboard's doors as well as a working refrigerator and an intact oven. Curtains had been pulled onto the ground in most of the rooms. The house also had a staircase that led up onto the non-existant second floor, which served as a roof with protective walls more than anything.

Lachlan heard a very distant rumbling mixed with cries of zombies. The man had indeed attracted attention, and that attention wasn't going to stop at the man. Kyuu whimpered and clung tightly to Lachlan's shoulder, trying to convince him to stay hidden but something inside the boy forced him out of that basement and into the more well lit 'living-room', what was left of it anyway. Lachlan slowly walked up to the window and looked out into the town. After deciding that the zombies were not in town yet he leapt through the yellowing frame and onto the hard dirt outside. Kyuu nudged him nervously, he was there for Lachlan. Rocks and dirt shifted under Lachlan's shoes and crunched quietly with every step he took. He wasn't sure where the man was but he had to look, this was his chance at freedom after all. It was dangerous to call out to him but also dangerous to wander around trying to find him… Lachlan realised he had no plan, this was going to be difficult to pull off.

"If anyone can hear me," Lachlan heard from the direction of a house that was rather close, "come out now or prepare to die!" Now with a sense of where to go, Lachlan did a slow run straight to the sound. Kyuu clung to Lachlan's shoulder as he was bounced around from Lachlan's run. Finally, people. He had spent so long hiding in Pallet Town, ambushing zombies when they approached and killing the already half-dead monsters. Now he wasn't going to be alone, people were here. Not only that but it seemed like the man was here to save him! Kyuu obviously understood what was occurring as he too was wearing a smile. That was until a low growl emitted from behind Lachlan, he hesitated for a second before jumping forward and running as fast as his legs could carry him. He could hear whatever it was giving chase behind him but Lachlan did not dare to look back. He jumped sideways into a nearby house and locked the wooden door behind him. There was a thud as the zombie rammed the door which stayed firm against the beast, another thud echoed through the empty house as it tried to get in again. After a short time, the noises stopped and the growling disappeared. Kyuu whimpered again, he knew that that had been too close. Lachlan turned around to look at the house, the sight that met him was not pretty. A big grey, decaying body stood before him, it looked like something he had seen before… An Electabuzz! It was missing a portion of its belly and its right foot was almost reduced to nothing. Large scars marked its body and it was apparent that the zombie had been in numerous fights before. Lachlan stared into its single eye, he knew this was the end but he couldn't die without a fight. He slowly pulled the kitchen knife out from a sheath he had made for it, the zombie growled at the movement and raised its arms, Lachlan shouted in fear. Kyuu immediately saw he and his trainer were in danger and unleashed a powerful Flamethrower attack. The zombie cringed and stepped backward, its now burnt decayed flesh gave off a horrendous stench. Lachlan began to fiddle with the lock, trying to unlock the door so he could escape. Kyuu jumped onto the floor in front of his trainer, ready to protect him with his own life. He shot small bursts of fire towards the towering monster, trying to scare it off without wasting too much energy.

Lachlan finally unlocked the door and managed to swing it open, Kyuu spun around and jumped up onto Lachlan's outstretched arm running up onto his shoulders just before the monster swung its huge forearm down where Kyuu had been. Lachlan bolted out the door and back into the street, he turned towards where he remembered the voice coming from and once more ran towards the house. He could hear the heavy thuds of the Electabuzz behind him as it ran unsteadily after him. "HELP!!" Lachlan screeched, he had faced zombies before but the thought of other people led him to seek protection instead of attack the beast himself. He saw someone in the distance, what appeared to be a Croconaw stood beside what he hoped was a person. "Hey! Hey help!" Lachlan called out, aware of the zombie still chasing him. He dived forwards onto the ground, Kyuu stood next to him and prepared a Solarbeam attack...

((OoC: Since the zombies are approaching, I thought it was fitting… Now this gives a reason for a zombie to come near Etaj and also filled in my post a little more… I hope that's okay))

 

[_Diego//]

I don't wanna waste my time. Become another casualty of society.

Balthazar was confused. By now, he had lowered his shotgun, for he was somewhat convinced that the figure that stood in front of him wasn't going to attack him. It was a wild guess, but something was telling him that. Did he position himself in a perilous position? Yes, but whatever. He was sure he could survive. He was the biggest star in his own mind after all. Indestructible. Invincible. Bal pulled the pump in his shotgun once again, almost by instinct. It had no effect whatsoever, seeing as the weapon was already cocked, but it did make him sound intimidating. It was his way of saying 'I come in peace, but I won't hesitate in decorating the wall with my gun and your head.'

The female in front of him stood up, unfamiliar arm wavery being displayed as she did. Balthazar noticed that she was holding a book in one of her hands, but he examine closely to identify the contents. He didn't care about that. There was no time to care about that. The figure continued moving her arms, Balthazar guessing it was some sort of generic movement to display grace and poise. Like those important people used to do on TV, back in the times when being of a high social status mattered. You were a celebrity for being alive in these times.

"Ah...uh...um....uh......please...uh..."

The figure stuttered, an unusual –and probably uncomfortable– high-pitched tone pronouncing the mostly non-readable gibberish. Balthazar was flabbergasted. The tension was almost non-existent the room –or at least it wasn't in Bal's eyes–, and there was no reason why someone should be stuttering. Maybe it was out of happiness. Maybe she realized Balthazar was here to help her and she couldn't restrain the joy.

That was unlikely.

The male didn't know what to think. He was in a room with a female dressed in very peculiar attire, and the purple veil in her face was deceiving. Balthazar was out of methods. He used the only one he knew, but it didn't work. For some reason, the shade male got to think that maybe this person had been separated from any other human that she might have forgotten how to communicate. Maybe her vocal chords had been ravaged by a zombie –an explanation to the over-covering attire– and she could barely utter understandable sounds. Even the possibility existed that the figure standing in front of him suffered from some sort or mental challenge. He didn't know, he hadn't interacted with many survivors. He had forgotten how damned humans were supposed to be.

With a big and heavy sigh, Balthazar let go of his shotgun; the weapon casually slinging to his back because of the strap holding it. Not wanting to wait for an answer, Balthazar decided to speak again. His tone now was very calm now, understanding. It was reasonably slow, too; in case the last option he thought of was actually the case. His speaking was paired with weak arm movements, as if to support the ideas being told. He needed to get the female to understand him. Even if she didn't come with Bal because she was unable to or didn't want to; he'd feel guilty. He was thrilled to finally finding survivors so quickly, and to be disappointed this way sucked.

"Look," the male began to say, "my name is Balthazar. Balthazar Daint. I'm a member of a group called La Resistencia, which is made up of the many survivors across Kanto. I was sent here to look for survivors and help them out of here to take them to a safe place."

As Balthazar spoke, he could feel the ground beginning to vibrate slowly. The horde was approaching, and large Pokémon were in it. One tremor lasting around 3 seconds occurred, making a small picture portrait that found itself facing down on top of a small piece of furniture fall down; the sharp sound of glass breaking cutting the silence. Pokémon cries were beginning to become louder. Balthazar continued to speak, his tone growing serious and rushed. He knew they had not much time. Before managing to speak his closing phrase, Balthazar could hear Zero beginning to growl and bark outside, signaling arrival of a few zombies. A cold sweat drop fell down Bal's spine. The tall man turned around, giving the female his back and walking over to below the doorframe and firmly standing below it. He took his hand to the wall right next to him, caressing it slightly. With this, Bal was trying to state that he was a man of little patience, and that even though he did want to rescure as many survivors as possible, he wasn't afraid of leaving the weak of spirit behind. Staring at the female through the corner of his eye and with a barely turned head, Balthazar gritted his teeth and spoke.

"I need you to trust me and come with me. Will you?"

 

[Akustar]

That shotgun was the game breaker. The second the man lowered his shotgun was the second Bathory felt confidence and the years of social experience surging back into her. She quickly mentally prepared herself as the man seemed to take a more relaxed pose. She was still wary of the man's intentions. But he continued.

"Look, my name is Balthazar. Balthazar Daint. I'm a member of a group called La Resistencia, which is made up of the many survivors across Kanto. I was sent here to look for survivors and help them out of here to take them to a safe place."

A picture fell down from the wall and satisfyingly smashed onto the floor. It honestly made Bathory somewhat nervous, but she hid it well. She wouldn't be surprised by nervousness twice. Not in the same day. Not in a row. The man continued as he headed toward the door. "I need you to trust me and come with me. Will you?"

It only took another second before all of that information sank in. This man was part of a rescue squad? Bathory was pleasantly surprised, but honestly not shocked. In her mind, it was a given of course that someone would be eventually sent to aid someone as 'important' as she was. She smirked, worrying just a little bit that the smirk could be seen through the veil.

Her voice dropped down an octave and returned to a normal pitch. Her voice was musky from disuse, but now comprehensible at this point. She breathed through the veil and she started talking in somewhat taunting, singsong voice. "La Resistencia?"

She then slowly twirled her hand to cover her veil as she gave off one of those horribly obnoxious, cacophonous, and piercing laughs that upper-class women so often gave off. Bathory found some way to answer Balthazar in a way that was still completely incoherent despite her now extremely clear, and even somewhat commanding her voice was. After all, in order to gain an edge on them, it was always a good idea to keep people off-balance, even in cordial conversation. Her voice now sounded like it was intrigued. "Maison ne laisse pas le promeneur indifférent..."

She then quickly noticed that the man was walking toward the doorframe, if not already there. She quickly answered him, with coherent speech. "Hmmph. It seems you really aren't one to delay things. If I could have a second."

Bathory quickly twirled around to pick up her bag and items in a way that had no actual purpose except for making her look important and graceful. After all, why else would she have practiced it to perfection? Impression, impression, impression. She couldn't even count how many times she's had that drilled into her head.

She walked toward the man while using one arm to adjust her ridiculously dainty pink sling bag as to fit more comfortably on her shoulder, while keeping the other under his jacket and on her Pokeballs. She was prepared to release one, although she'd prefer to rely on the man in front of her before doing anything herself.

She tilted her head while giving off one last verbal jab toward the man. "Interesting note: I believe something may have followed you to this house. Regardless, lead on!"

 

[Eletj]

OOC: Bit short, to the point.

"My name is Balthazar, and I'm your only hope of survival if you plan to be here for another year. Do as I say and we will get out of this hellhole, Ok?" Michael stood still as Balthazar's eyes scanned him. They eventually landed on his staple-gun.

"Is that army-issued?" Bal scoffed as he removed a gun from a leg holster. "Do you know how to use one of this, kid? Don't answer. Just aim and pull the trigger." He said as he handed him the gun.

"Now, tell me, kid, were there any other survivors where you were hiding at, or do you know the whereabouts of some—… MOVE!" Mikey was shoved to the ground, much to his surprise, landing on his backside inside a scorched building. He looked up at Balthazar, who was finishing some sort of roll maneuver, with a look of shock.

"Someone was going to shoot us. Do you have any Pokémon? Send them out to protect you, and no matter what, don't move from here. Stand your ground. I'll be back soon. This is Marc, he'll help you out." Michael scrambled to his feet as Bal sent out his Crocronaw. Grabbing his pokeballs and pushing the buttons on them, Six bursts of red erupted from the centers. His pokemon materialised beside him. The black wings of Horus, the pink spine of Riku, the brown fur of Nuu, the creamy mane of Dallas, the leaves of Toby and the yellow and black stripes of Nico surrounded him.

"Everyone, this is Marc. There are a whole lotta zombies coming, so you need to be ready for a fight. I've got an idea-"

"Hey you, who are you?" Michael was interrupted by someone yelling at him.

"Get over here! Theres a whole bunch of zombies coming, get ready for a fight!" He yelled back at the other person. "Make sure you're ready -"

"HELP! Hey! Hey help!" Another person yelled at him. They ran towards him, and leapt to the ground. Mikey finally saw the zombie chasing him. Not thinking, he aimed the gun at the zombie's head.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Click, click. The zombie fell to the floor with the bullets ripping through it's flesh.

"They're getting closer. Call out you're pokemon!" He yelled to the others.

Click, click.

"I'm out of bullets", he said, looking at his pistol.

"****."

 

[Kaisuki]

Name: Aphrodite Athena Alsina
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Occupation: She controls an army force of about 1,000. You could consider her a 'Warlord', or 'General'. She used this army force to protect her of the large amounts of gangs and people that attempted to steal from her very wealthy family. After the Apocalypse happened, her army was slain by undead Abomasnows when she was trying to get to Spear Pillar to save a friend in trouble. Her friend called her a week later, but the line was cut off with bloody screaming. Her other occupation when not on missions was a Scientific Researcher. She has helped various companies creating their products, including Poketch, The National Dex, VS Seeker, and more. She can create many things on her own in a little amount of time. She knows how to make very simple one-shot pistols and she has also created a machine that enables you to change the hue in objects. That means if you step into her Huifier, in seconds your skin color will change to the color of your choice.

Appearance: Aphrodite is a very high-class lady. She has a large wardrobe. She is most commonly found wearing an elegant dress. Her most expensive dress that she only wears on rare occasions is a deep red silk gown. She usually wears dangling earrings that match her outfit. She sometimes wears a cape. On some private spy missions, she wears tight black clothing with a veil and a black bandana. One of her signatures clothing that is sold in the name of her is her light blue silk scarf. It was enchanted by Shaymin when she had journeyed to her large floral garden, and Shaymin was sitting by one of the bushes. It gives off an emanating glow. It is her most prized possession. She wears gold rings, anklets, bracelets, watches, and whatever else. She is estimated to be one of the most wealthy people in the world. Most of the money she was inherited by the death of her mother and father. Her three most popular outfits she wears are:

Almestica Gown Design #37: A semi long black gown that goes down between her feet and her knees. It goes over her shoulders and over her arms and has a very short cape, (about 2 feet) made of fine clothe. She commonly wears this with her onyx-jeweled crown.

Elegancia No. #18: Elegancia is a series of fine silk clothing made from a creature found in the deep abyss. She used her Gorebyss to obtain these creatures, however one time Gorebyss never returned. It is a short dress, going down to her knees. It is dark blue, she often wears this with a fancy dark blue blouse. She commonly wears her Shaymin-enchanted scarf with this outfit.

Kaisukira Amanence #3: Her most expensive outfit. It is made of the fallen feathers of Ho-Oh, in which she had collected on a mission. Since she does not have much of these feathers, she could only make limited clothing with it. In that case, she has a red woven from the feathers for a blouse, and a pair of flared pants.

She always wears jeweled sandals, unless she will wear her special Gharko shoes for spying.

She has jet black hair to her shoulders, and she is a caramel shade of tan.
She has a scar on her left leg because her sister slashed her with her Katana when she was 15, on accident.
She is semi short, standing at 5 feet and 4 inches. She is very small, therefore she only weighs 94 pounds.
She is an attractive figure to most eyes, however often is she insecure about herself.

Personality: She prefers to work alone, however in a group she makes a great leader. Due to the fact she had led a force of 1,000 people that were killed in the war, she knows that a loss is her fault. She is very friendly, however has a taste for vengeance. If someone ruins something for her, she reacts immediately, and fiercely. She enjoys talking to others. She is very generous, often giving money to many charities, including those to the effects of Weezing and Koffing Pollution loss. She would help out anyone in need, including risking her life for it, including when her friend was trapped on Spear Pillar.

Weapons: A very long katana. This katana is made from the same rock of the Flame rock in Heatran's lair, in which she had obtained by talking to this 'Buck' person. She asked her father right before he died to turn the rock into a memory of him, because she knew he didn't have much time left. She learned to use this sword with great skill. She nicknames this katana, Vixa.

She also had brought a set of 200 darts when she left her house. The darts are tipped with expensive rubies. The rubies are tipped with a certain chemical that causes temporary dizziness, for about 3 seconds. She knows how to make these darts, if she can find a metal source to tip them with. The rods that the gems are attached to are made of the trees inhabited by Celebi's home, so they are very sturdy. Most can be reused.

History: Aphrodite was born into wealthy in the meadows of Floroama. Her mansion was a lively one. She was one of three other sisters, Athena, Venus, and Jia Li. She was an adaptive child. When she was seven, she was lost in the Floroama meadows but a wild Vulpix nearby sensed her presence and fear in her. That Vulpix became friends with her, and they survived a week, then her parents searched for her and found her. When she was nine, she brought a Flame Rock from a person named Buck and brought it to her father, in which he made a katana for her, moments before he died. The reason of what he died of was unknown. When he had died, Aphrodite and Vulpix went on a walk near Kaisha Riviere. They noticed a few stepping stones and they decided to go on over to the other side. Down by the river bank, there was something glowing in the water. Aphrodite and Vulpix neared it with caution,

When running through his old things, she found a fishing rod. The next day she was bored and decided to go out to the nearby river, Kaisha Riviere. She fished in it, and she fished up a Feebas. One day she was changing on new outfits and asking Vulpix and Feebas of their opinion. Apparently, she manipulated the thoughts in her Feebas and it evolved to a Milotic. She was the most beautiful milotic, she thought. Then, she was on the way to bring Milotic to swim in Kaisha Riviere, when she saw a bright light in a nearby flower patch. She peered inside, only to find a mysterious pokemon known as Shaymin. Shaymin hopped on her sholder, and touched the scarf with its paw. The scarf started emanating with a mystic power and Shaymin disappeared.

At the age of 13, she was put in charge of an army force protecting her mansion due to the death of her mother, because of being assaulted by a razing Gyarados. She mourned upon her grave in a cemetary, when a Mismaguis hummed a mysterious noise and damaged her brain. She was brought to a nearby hospital and she had abnormal brain waves due to the song that Mismaguis sung. She wanted to get revenge on the Gyarados that had killed her mother. She went towards Kaisha Riviere, where the Gyarados was attacking various Magikarps and other helpless Pokemon. The Gyarados caught her unaware. At that moment, a Dragonair jumped out from the water and striked the Gyarados with a devastating thunderbolt. The Gyarados was not killed, but is ought to return. She made friends with the Dragonair and brought her with her.

By this time, it was year 2015. Pokemon from many different places roamed the outdoors of her Mansion. She was very scared. At this time, it was only her and her three sisters. They peered out their bedroom window on the third floor. The once floral fields of life and love became an arena of endless destruction. Pokemon were fighting over the last of the food and water there was. She had to escape. It was 2020 before she had the chance. The pokemon were gone. She retreated to a nearby boat where three sailors had managed to get on. Unaware about the surrounding countries that were zombified, Zombie Sharpedos and Huntails hopped aboard the ship and sunk it. The sailors died and she was forced to go to a nearby island while riding Milotic, also known as Faraway Island. There was a seemingly emanating force on that island, it had freaked her out. She journeyed to Kanto on Milotic, where she remained in a port.

Pokémon: Milotic, Ninetales, Dragonair.
Known moves for Milotic aka Kaisha: Ice Beam, Recover, Mirror Coat, Protect, Confuse Ray, Hypnosis, Psychic
Known moves for Ninetales aka Taralona: Psychic, Flamethrower, Will-o-Wisp, Safeguard
Known moves for Dragonair aka Lashairi: Dragon Dance, Thunder Wave, Dragon Pulse, Thunderbolt, Psychic

She has a connection with all her Pokemon. They all can see her eyes and when they change color, they know her emotion and they will comfort her in her pain.

Other: She does not know of where her sisters are. She also is a Psychic. She can make unclear thoughts into the future and can read emotions in Pokemon and People. That is the reason her Pokemon know Psychic. All of Pokemon are female.

 

[Dragax67]

Tyler had been watchng as the men and now another couple of people gathered, and were ready to attack zombies, which in a huge horde were heading towards them. He watched as they started fighting the arriving ones, as more and more ppeared, all being hit bak and forced away, or ripped in half by the bullets, dagger swings and attacks from the others.
Focus, its time. He sent to his Kirlia. She came out of the Pokeball she was in, along with Blade and Aurax. The three joined Typhlux and Darkdusk, who were standing by Tyler. He had his Desert Eagle gripped tightly in his left hand, with his dagger in the right. He knew it was time. Time to shoot the **** out of the zombies.
He knew due to a voice he heard being echoed through the shots and roars of the zombie horde closing in slowly.

"They're getting closer. Call out you're pokemon!" Tyler ran forwards with his five pokemon by his side, and called to the others.

"Hey, HEY! Want some help?" he said, running to a man with a pistol in his hand. It was empty. Tyler rummaged through his bag and found some ammo for it.

"Here, have some ammo. It may help. Well.... It will help." He said, giving the man the ammo he needed, smiling grimly. He turned and shot at a Bagon near him. Typhlux and Darkdusk were attacking a Raticate, Aurax and Blade striking out heavily at a group of Shinx. Focus was next to Tyler, using Confusion on the Shinx, helping the other two defend themselves. He pointed the gun at another Bagon. As he did, it growled deeply. It headed straight for Tyler, and he couldn't fire. He needed to reload.

 

[_Diego//]

Don't hold me up now, I can stand my own ground.

"La Resistencia?"

Bal remained quiet. That hadn't been a yes or a no; therefore, that wasn't his answer. The male took a deep sigh and then allowed his raised hand to comfortably rest by his side – fist clenched– and took a step forward. He had to turn back with an angry, even suffering expression when, for no apparent reason, the female let out a terribly loud and bothering laugh. Balthazar sneered as he stared at her, his patience running pretty short by now. The atmosphere was tense, and while this female stood in front of him laughing, wild Pokémon cries and gunshots never ceased outside. His fury was only further ignited when she spoke again, now saying something Balthazar didn't even understand.

"Maison ne laisse pas le promeneur indifférent..."

~Yo' momma,~ Bal thought, for he knew not what the mentioned phrase meant. Was she praising him or was she cursing him? Had it even something to do with Balthazar? He didn't know. He didn't care. Trying really, really hard to hide his rather obvious disdain, Bal turned around and gave another step, now finding himself outside the room. He pulled the pump in his shotgun yet again, now having absolutely no effect because the gun was already cocked. Again, at least it made him sound and look dominating, and that seemed to work, because finally the girl spoke something comprehensible.

"Hmmph. It seems you really aren't one to delay things. If I could have a second."

Great. Balthazar flashed a very subtle smile and arranged his frame into a relaxed pose. Finally. The option of this female having a mental problem had been discarded, and he was glad with that. He was gladder, though, by the fact that another survivor was joining him. Two in a row? Boy, was this a good day!

"You're perceptive. Good." Bal said with a nod of approval as he turned back to the exit and lifted his shotgun, preparing himself to leave. The female grabbed a couple of objects and then proceeded to walk closer to Balthazar, making a remark that got him into a thoughtful state. "Interesting note: I believe something may have followed you to this house. Regardless, lead on!"

Balthazar scratched his head and then nodded, finally beginning his careful stroll to the exit of the house while the female followed him. "Don't worry," he quietly said as he continued to walk, barrel pointing straight in front of his right eye, "if anything did follow me here, my Pokémon got him. I left him to guard outside."
The duo continued to walk, and after some moments, the exit was now in sight, and they stood in some sort of living room. Through the broken window Balthazar jumped in from, one could see Zero the Houndoom still looking around, guarding as he was told. Directly across him, the corpse of a Zombified Vigoroth lied, completely scorched. It was obvious Zero had done his job, and the foul stench of zombie barbeque pestered the air.

"See?" Balthazar confidently spoke, not bothering to turn his face to the woman; for he knew that even one second of distraction could cost someone's life. "I don't think anything could've entered with my Pokémon as gua—"

Thud.

Before Balthazar could end his sentence, he found himself in the ground. A large Nidorina had crawled out from below a small piece of furniture, growling loudly, and before Balthazar could aim at her, she took a leap into the air and knocked the tall figure off his feet. Balthazar was slammed down and his shotgun was tossed out of his hands while the blue Pokémon –one that was missing flesh on the left side on her body– stood on top of him. Rapidly, the Nidorina threw her head forward, aiming a bite on Balthazar's face. The man yelped, and because he didn't have time to get his knife –and considering the fact that his handgun was no longer with him– he did the next best thing: he grabbed the Nidorina's jaw with his bare hands. His left hand was holding the upper jaw while the right one held the lower one. Balthazar could've asked the woman for help right here. She could've kicked the Nidorina off or something. But he didn't. He liked sorting things like this by himself.

Letting out a loud, almost beastly roar, Balthazar's muscles flexed, and in a matter of seconds, the Nidornina's jaws were snapped out of place, the sound of decayed bones breaking sharply piercing the air. It was grouse. The Nidorina jumped back, desperate as she saw her jaws dangle in the air, out of place. Balthazar stood up and delivered a heavy kick, throwing the Nidorina out of a window like a football.

"Ewk." Balthazar said blankly as he approached a nearby couch and wiped the slime out of his right hand. The left hand had a glove, so it wasn't necessary. Picking up his shotgun, he looked back at the woman, nodded again, and said "They're closing up on us. We need to get out of here quick."

Yes, he stated the obvious, but sometimes that had to be said. Opening the door, Balthazar walked out. As Zero saw him, he pranced over to his side. The male looked from side to side, making sure it was clear, and then began a sprint to the place where he left Michael; confident that the female'd follow him.

As he approached, he saw a man being attacked by a Bagon. He was caught in the middle of a reload. Because of Balthazar's poor eyesight, he thought it was Mikey, so he lifted his shotgun and shot the Pokémon from a distance. His brains blew out from the side of its face. As he got closer to the house that was almost exactly in the middle of town –and approximately a mile or two away from the only entrance to the town–, he noticed that Michael wasn't alone. Now other 3 survivors were with him. Three.

~Oh my God…~ Balthazar muttered to himself. This was unbelievable. On this very trip, now 5 survivors had been found. He was so getting a prize for that or something back at the base. I mean, Balthazar was incredibly jolly because he found two, but now 5? His heart skipped a beat. Balthazar walked into the house and looked at all of the guys there, shooting his shotgun up into the roof to announce his arrival.

"You, people!" He yelled to catch further attention. "Listen to me. My name is Balthazar, and I'm here to take you all to a safe place. No time for chit-chat right now; for if you haven't noticed, there's a horde of zombies approaching. If any of you have weapons or Pokémon, I demand you to take them out now and prepare for the fight. Stand your ground."

Quick and concise, Bal stepped away and stared north. Their house offered little to no protection, he noticed, but there was no time to move. The horde was now on sight. At least 100 Pokémon of various species and sizes were rushing towards them. All of them lacked body parts, and a horribly foul smell followed them. With a deep breath, Balthazar pumped the shotgun and began firing away.

"May Arceus help us…"

 

[malchick]

Name : Malchick

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Personality: Malchick is a kind, caring person who has a passion for Pokemon battling, and uses his intelligence to overcome problems in his life that his physical weakness may have made difficult. He takes a particular interest in breeding Pokemon to be good in battle, but occasionally makes the mistake of choosing his favourites over the most powerful or most suitable Pokemon. He is, as has been said, a kind and generous person, although he can sometimes be too trusting and people have been known to take advantage of this.

Appearance: Stands at about 5 "5, he is below average height for his age, and has a slightly slim build. He has shaggy black hair, and usually wears a flannel shirt and jeans, with black boots. He has light brown skin, and dark brown eyes.

History: He grew up in the metropolis of Goldenrod City in Johto, where his father was the star of an underground, shady Pokemon fighting ring. His father would usually either be at these events, or tired from working a dead end job as a mechanic for the city's magnet train, so Malchick would often spend his days wondering around, and struck up a friendship with the daycare couple, where he would learn much of his knowledge on Pokemon breeding. This eventually developed an interest in competitive Pokemon battling in him, but he wanted to aim higher than his father's basement level, low prestige, slightly abusive underground battling career – he wanted to win one of the "big leagues" and become a Champion. There was one major obstacle though – money. His father refused to pay for basic travelling equipment, reasoning that his son was not a battler, and would be better suited to a quieter lifestyle. Malchick, at this point, took perhaps the biggest step in his battling career – promising his father that, if he could beat him in a one on one battle, he would forget about becoming a trainer – but if he won, his father would give him his money and his blessing. His father accepted the challenge, unaware of his son's extensive knowledge of Pokemon, and even believing his son would have difficulty catching a Pokemon in the first place. Malchick knew catching a Pokemon would be difficult – but, as if by fate, the Daycare man offered Malchick a choice of three eggs that trainers had not wanted to keep when collecting their Pokemon. One of these, a Phanpy egg, had been found from a trainer who had left a Donphan and Quagsire at the daycare. Malchick knew he had a good chance with this egg, and so he borrowed a Rattatta from the Daycare couple to keep the egg warm until it hatched.

The day of the fight finally came – and Malchick's father dragged his prize fighting, battle hardened Aggron from his Pokeball to face his son's "weak" Phanpy. What his father wasn't prepared for, however, was the Phanpy's water gun. The water type attack wrecked havoc on his part Rock type Pokemon, and Malchick received his father's blessing, and money to start his journey.

Pokemon: Male Donphan - Malchick's oldest Pokemon, his signature one.

Male Torterra - Found in the wild by Malchick and captured as a Turtwig, probably the most outright powerful of Malchick's Pokemon.

Female Rhyhorn: Found in the wild, where Malchick rescued it from poachers. A loveable Pokemon, it may be unevolved but it is still hard as nails.

 

[Dragax67]

I don't know how they got there, but I guess I musta killed them, killed them...

Tyler had been staring at the Bagon, which was about to hit him in the face. he grimaced, knowing if it hit him, it may end up killing him. As he stared at it, ready to take his last few breaths, he heard a gunshot. The Bagon was torn to peices almost in his face, blood and decaying flesh slattering over him and Focus, his Kirlia, trying to help hold off the Shinx his Pokemon were fighting. He then heard a voice echo around the edge of the town.
"You, people!" Tyler turned around, looking for the man who called the voice. "Listen to me. My name is Balthazar, and I'm here to take you all to a safe place. No time for chit-chat right now; for if you haven't noticed, there's a horde of zombies approaching. If any of you have weapons or Pokémon, I demand you to take them out now and prepare for the fight. Stand your ground."

Hmmm.... So the mans name was Balthazar. Tyler saw him standing in a small house, near the middle of a town. Tyler turned back to the group of Shinx and shot five times. Five of the small blue creatures hit the floor, dead at last. For good. Tyler called his Pokemon to him.
"Guys, a zombie horde is on its way. In a couple of minutes we will be able to see it. I need you to know we will be fighting it. And we need to work together. Theres a lot of them and all of them are different sizes. Most will be decaying and they will smell awful. When you can smell their whiff, be on your guard and get ready. Focus, I need you to be my guard. While I shoot and reload, and stab and slash I need you to defend me and stay by my side. OK?" All of the Pokemon cried out in unison, and Focus stepped next to Tyler and jumped onto his back. Tyler pulled the sword from his belt and ran back to the town.

The horde was now on sight. At least 100 Pokémon of various species and sizes were rushing towards them. All of them lacked body parts, and a horribly foul smell followed them. Tyler ran inside the house that Balthazar was in and stood in the destroyed living room, where a large window showed Rouye 1. he had his Desert Eagle in his hand, and his dagger in the other. He had given the sword to Focus, who now as well as her Psychic attacks had a close-combat weapon in her hands. She was still on Tylers back, and was frowning. The stench was very strong. Tyler was watching the horde arrive when he saw Typhlux and darkdusk shooting Fire towards the horde. He knew the fire wouldn't reach the horde from the distance he was at. Then he sent out Blade and Aurax to defend the front and back door to the house, allowing only humans and their pokemon companions in, attacking anything else. He gulped and heard Balthazar say ,"May Arceus help us..." Tyler nodded his head and replied.
"I can't agree more. And being a 16 year-old involved in this makes it a bit harder. Mind you, any younger person would. Lucky I lived at a Military Base..."
Tyler took oe last look at Balthazar then spoke loudly to everyone.
"Now, the Fight Begins!"

 

[jcogginsa]

Aaron made himself busy taking out any zombie foolish enough to come within range of his chain. He felt secure that these new survivors could handle themselves in a fight. Meanwhile Empoleon was having a good deal of fun slaughtering zombies with Metal Claw. He had a good deal of experience in zombie combat from the years of travel and the first few weeks of residence at oak's lab.

He then heard something in the distance. He could just barely make out the flapping of wings. He knew who thy belonged to. They were Blaze's. Sure enough, 2 minutes later Blaze was above them. He yelled to the others as loud as he could "Take cover! Aeriel reinforcements!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Blaze let loose a torrent of flames from his mouth onto the zombies. All that were hit by it were incinerated almost instantly.

 

[Eucliffe]

(EDIT: Ah, shoot, didn't notice the post in the OOC. I will edit this bit by bit now, so yeah, bear with me please XD I personally blame my listening to Touhou BGM while I typed it up >.>)

Flashback, Part One - Viridian City; 21:00
Two souls torn apart, Feelings of nowhere to go strangle my heart.

Just. Keep. Running. Kanon. These guys won't be able to touch you if you get away fast enough. Even the zombies of the fastest Pokemon can't harm you. Whatever you do, don't stop running. Don't stop running. DON'T STOP RUNNING IF YOU WISH TO LIVE, KANON!!! The same voice echoed in the young lady's head as she made her way towards the path between Viridian City and Pallet Town. It was hers, of course, but at the moment, it felt as though someone else was speaking to her. Looking down at both her sides, Kanon was relieved to find both of her Eevees able to keep up with her. She figured if that voice in the head was anyone else's, it would belong to either Serene or Hector. They were the only ones out of their Poke Balls, after all. Please, Kanon, you have to protect Serene and Hector! They're still young! Kanon's voice pleaded. It wasn't until the young girl saw the route connecting Viridian and Pallet that she chose to nod her head. Zombie Pidgeotto and Raticate blocked the way. Even with Rose, it would be hard for Kanon to get through without being attacked by the Pidgeotto. Whirling around, she realized the zombie Machoke were gaining on her. Shoot, Kanon, DO SOMETHING!!! The voice was now screaming in Kanon's head, and so she screamed back, only aloud.

"I'M THINKING OF DOING SOMETHING, DAMMIT!" she cried. This seemed to startle the zombies, and they backed off, but only just a little bit. Kanon put her hand to her mouth, surprised at what came out. She never liked using profanity, nor did she ever like to shout. Perhaps this was one of those times where she would break old habits and begin new ones. At this point, anything was possible. And if she dawdled here much longer, she'd become zombie chow. Not really on her agenda. Looking for a way to escape, Kanon noticed an open space just east of where she was at. With a burst of speed she ran off to that area, followed by her two Eevees, who were by now very exhausted from running almost nonstop. Noticing the ruined Viridian City gym, Kanon felt as if that would be the safest place to be in this now cursed city. As she entered the building, she immediately noticed the many holes the now torn apart gym had. She then peered at some of the large debris that were originally filling those holes. It was perfect. The only problem was, she had nothing to keep the debris in the holes. Everything around her was either random, unknown matter or remains of the Pokemon that lived in the gym around Kanto's fall. Kanonnnnn. Use your brain, Kanonnnnnn. At this point, Kanon was annoyed with her own voice.

"You know what?" Kanon muttered, "Screw it. I'll sleep here without filling in the open spaces, and if a zombie tries to attack I'll sic Rose on them to keep them away." As the large dragon appeared out of its Poke Ball, Kanon was immediately at ease, and fell asleep almost immediately...

Flashback, Part Two - Viridian City Gym Remains; 8:05
Why did we meet this day? The way to ask this question Vanishes into clear shadow.

The sunlight broke up Kanon's dream, causing her to wake. She looked around, realizing she was still alive. Luck, I guess... She realized that the voice in her head was no longer going against her will, but that she was able to control it entirely. I wish this were a bad dream... She felt something nudge her. Turning around, there stood Rose, a worried look on her face.

"Rose, did anything happen last night?" The Salamence shook her head, and Kanon sighed. Everything was all right for her at the moment. Kanon then looked for her two Eevees, finding them both cuddling up next to each other. The moment was rather heartwarming, but Kanon knew she had no time for such moments. She had to go to Pallet Town. There was something she felt she needed to do there, but she couldn't remember what. She tried to extract the answer from her mind, but came up with nothing. It was as if though something was keeping her from remembering why she had wanted to go to the small Kanto town in the first place. She exited the building quietly, Rose now back inside her Poke Ball, and Hector and Serene carried in a special folding basket that Kanon designed for the two young ones long ago. It was to keep them on her so she wouldn't worry about losing the two. Both were rather adventurous, Kanon always told herself.

"Hey, who's that over there?"

"Is she human?"

"Looks like it." Voices. Of course. The first thing Kanon heard were voices. Only they weren't inside their head, and they were of a considerable distance. There was no doubt about it. These voices were human, which meant survivors.

"Heeeeey!" Kanon called from afar. The humans walked towards her, befuddled that she even existed.

"You're...human, right?"

"Yeah." Kanon tilted her head. Of COURSE she was human. Why wouldn't she be? The zombies didn't seem bright enough to create illusions. Even a zombie Alakazam, the living corpse of the world's smartest Pokemon (or so Kanon heard), probably didn't have enough brainpower to form any kind of illusion.

"La Resistancia."

"Wh-what?"

"She could be the enemy! Don't tell her things like that!"

"What the heck is 'La Resistancia', and why won't you tell me?" Kanon's voice wavered a bit, and she realized it was cold.

"... She's heard too much."

"Thanks to you, of course!"

"So, what should we do with her?"

"Take her with us to Pallet Town!" Pallet Town. Music to Kanon's musically-talented ears. No, not music. A symphony. Maybe it was this "La Resistancia" they were talking about that made her want to go. A huge arm grabbed her shoulder, causing Kanon to gasp.

"You're coming with us, OK?"

"W-wait! Don't pull me!" Kanon's pleas were meaningless. These people seemed to only wish that she'd come with them silently. But did they have to be so hostile? Maybe it wasn't the "La Resistancia" that Kanon had come for. If it were, and these guys were a part of it, it was probably a horrid group. However, at least they were taking her to Pallet Town. That was good enough for Kanon. I'll slip free when I get the chance. And so, in the rising sun, Kanon was dragged towards the small, nearly-as-placid-as-Ecruteak town of Pallet, without a clue as to what was happening down there at this very moment.

Pallet Town; 8:51
No need to waver. Though without any strength, You can find answers that you're looking for After you've moved on.

Pallet Town was just as Kanon expected - it was in ruins. Not only that, but there were a bunch of people gathered around.

(Mm, I kinda planned this to be the day before everyone meets up. And, just to let you know, Kanon is in no way schizophrenic XD The voice in her head was, in fact, controlled by her throughout the entire day in which she spent running from zombies, but was too afraid to acknowledge this.

Hopefully everything's all good. Sometimes it's kind of hard to make posts a while after others have already started and continued, so if anything needs to be changed, let me know. Thanks XD

And, of course, if you didn't see "EDIT" in bold at the top of my post, I suggest you look there.)