Pokémon: Chronicles of the Pokémorphs (Alpha)(PG-15)

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OOC: Uh thats a tad bit of bunnying, but I was gonna help anyway.

IC: Will was almost to Blackthorn City. He could see the city lights. Suddenly though, Will felt as if the air got warmer. He turned around to see a large fireball. Illuminating the path to make visible a few pokemorphs. Will recognised the Zangoose morph from a previous vision. He ran in to aid the rebel.

He stealthily took to the roads once he was within their line of sight. He crept up on the Lucario morph, and drove his claw through it's chest.

"AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGG!" He fell to the ground dead in a pool of blood.

Will laughed, "Now run away now before you suffer a longer death," He said.
 
" I'm ready to attack these morphs" Oliver said, whitney tied securely to his backs and her legs tied around his waist.
Oliver tensed his muscles, waiting for the impending strike. her heart pounded, knowing what would be the outcome.

The reel morphs moved thourghout the gym, scourging tghe floors looking for Oliver, Red, and The Raichu morph. Coming closer and closer, it was like an doomed desire.

As the rebels were about to turn the last corner, Explosions rounded throughout the gyms. One after another, in a matter of seconds, and the gym walls were starting to cave in. Oliver run towards the back, as he knew that the maze of the gym went in a roundabout, he was able to get to the entrance.

Oliver didn't know or not if his companions were following him, but he just needed to get out.

As he was running through the flthe gym, he felt an irregulaaritie on the sole of his shoe. I don't have time for any nuisances. Oliver kept sprinting and farther down he saw the doors to the gym's

Then an explsion rising up from his shoe shot him forward. the back of his shirt was incinerated almost instanly. A fiery pain grasped his body and shook his insides.

Oliver lied on the floor for a couple seconds. He wasn't hurt, but he was in shock. He just stared foward, looking at nothing

He stood up, he checked his surrondings, he was about 20 feet from the door, his shirt was burnt to a crisp so he removed it.

Oliver felt that something was missing. Like something that used to be there was now gone. He shrugged it off, but as he turned around, his feelning of something missing was brought to reality. Whitney was on the floor, her body was covered in spotches of blood, the slpotches grew bigger and bigger as the blood from her viens boured into her clothing.

" Whitney!" Oliver yelled in desperation as he kneeled to her side. He turned her over and saw her magled face. Her head was blad and her face a mishapen. But for once her eyes were open. she seemed conscuios and she was staring at Oliver's face.

" Oliver, *cough*, thank you for helping me. The back room...use the key in my back pocket to open a secret door...." She cringed as the pain from the accident started to flow again. she help her mouth open to scream, except nothing came out. " look for a key hole in the hole" she said with her dying breath. and whitney and Oliver's shortlived relationship ended.
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Oliver was running back down the halls, Wher he met back up with Red and the Raichu motph. The previous events happened in a minute, although it seemed like hours.As Oliver reared up to them, he didn't feel guilty about whitney's death, because she forgave him for not protecting her. And that was the only thing that made him feel like he could've saved them.

" Red, morph, there's a secret escape entrance ion the back room, whitney told me about it with,...." Oliver stopped midsentence, hoping that the others would understand the meaning. The walls were starting to cave in in theier area. " Hurry we have to go!"
 
Ooc: I apologize for my absence. I had a last minute trip out of town from Wednesday to Saturday. Sorry for not informing everyone before I went.

Karma leaned against a wall as he watched the sick human rest in Oliver's hand while she weakly drank from the water bottle he held to her mouth. The Arcanine Morph constantly tried to soothe Whitney but she seemed to become even more sick.

Ugh. It seems like he isn't gonna be ready to leave at all. If this keeps up then some Rebel Morphs may burst through the door and kill us all. Just as Karma finished his last sentence, loud banging from the front of the gym alarmed the group. Speak of the devil... Karma glared at Oliver as he still tried to soothe the pathetic human and the other Morph began to talk about how we would die if we don't leave her; he then leaned over to Karma and told how they may have to leave Oliver and Whitney all together. They would soon become a draw back and get everyone killed. Karma could only shake his head in agreement; he didn't even remember when Oliver saved him, just the scorching of a fireball blasted by his hands.

Just when Karma finished thinking about the predicament the group was in, Oliver had just finished some type of structure, allowing him to carry Whitney on his back with, out of rope. "Wow...that's some good handwork, but I think you can 'craft' a fireball a tad better." Karma was ready to burst through the doors but it was too late. The front door had been penetrated and the Rebels made their way through the gym. Oliver was the first to run towards the entrance, practically wanting to die.

Karma didn't know if he should follow or just wait but before he could decide, the roof of the gym began to fall in after a series of explosions above him. "What the?" Karma dodged the debris falling and made his way to Oliver who was already running back towards him. "Where's Whitney?" Karma began to ask but Oliver ignored the question and informed him and the Raichu Morph about the secret exit in the back.

Karma and the Raichu Morph followed Oliver to the outside of the gym, dodging debris and destroying any that had made it's way to the ground and was blocking their way out. After getting a safe distance away from the destroyed gym, the group found their way to an alley near the Underground. Karma observed the smoke rising from the explosion site and awed at how it separated the city from the sky, blocking out most of the light from making it's way to the streets of the now Rebel controlled area.

"Now...what?" Karma squatted and looked at the group of three. No one seemed to expect what just happened and they were all in shock.
 
(ooc: Thanks, I now know what to post, and zZRaoto, that is fine.)
Max looked at Whitney, as she had died. "... I'm sorry, but that had to happen." Whispered Max to himself as he walked away. "If it didn't, we all would of died." He then spoke loudly to the others. "We have to go to the Underground. We can't stay here too long, and I know for a fact that most of these Rebel morphs do not know the path of the Underground Maze." Max then ran towards the entrance to the underground, looking back to see if the others were following. "Come on, we need to get out of here! Before someone that does know the maze finds us."

(David)

"Hmph, this is boring. I should have gone, oh well... soon, it will be over." Said David to himself as he slumped in his throne. "Heh, let's see... the Sinnoh Faction leader isn't here yet, and the Johto Faction Leader is... somewhere. The Hoenn Faction Leader is here, and the Kanto Faction Leader is in Goldenrod. With only two, can we win?"

"... Yes?" Asked Kanna, being one of the Faction Leaders. "Anyway, Leon is on a line, he's asking you, how important are the Rainbow and Silver Wings?"

"Very important, we need them badly." Said David looking at his minion.

"Also, he said that there was some sort of... item. It held the words Nightmare Sect. Is that important to you?" Asked Kanna. David's eyes opened wide at that, and he got up.

"I don't care if all it has is the name! I WANT THAT ITEM!" Yelled David. "And yes, you wouldn't know how important that item is to my plans, but make sure that no one else knows, I mean, we wouldn't want Daniel's foolish theory to be correct, eh?"

"I... guess so." Said Kanna as she walked out of the room. David looked at the Sableye morph.

"If word gets out, I will have your head." Said David to himself, after reassuring himself that no one was in there. "... Well, I don't have to worry about it for now. At least, not until I see the item."
 
Drake saw the Absol morph drive his claws through the Lucario morphs chest

one down two to go

Drake flew down at the magmar morph, who was still stunned by the death of his comrad, and grappled his throat holding on till the morphs face turned bright purple then throwing him of in to the trees where the morphs body now lays lifelessly

"Want to take care of the last one with me?" Drake offered to the Absol morph

as the pair stood facing the last enemy morph standing towards the wall...

OOC: @down with darkness feel free to bunny me any time you like
 
OOC: I just noticed that. I think maybe we were typing our posts at the same time and I just beat him to posting it....Perhaps ten minutes before I finished my post he had just started. (There's about a 30 minute time difference...) That is a bit confusing.
 
"Now...what?" Karma squatted and looked at the group of three.

"well if what Raichu said here is rue, we need to get our asses away fro, Goldenrod city, or we are toast. Oliver put his hands on his knees, his heart was beating incredibly fast, his lungs were cramping up, his legs were feeling like lead.

"And I need to rest. I say we go to ecutreak city or something and find an area to sleep in. That's the only way I see, Or we could recuperate in the National park and go from there. Because from what I see there is nothing left we can do over there." Oliver pinted toward the radiotower.

There is no way we can communicate we devices or my pokegear. Oliver stared at the groundHis other comrades were pondering too.We are at a complete standstill

Re and Oliver looked toward the Riachu morph, Waiting for the voice of reason to sound and give them a potential advantage over the rebels.

OOC: again, sorry for the short post. we are kinda at a slow point so I can't write that much
 
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Ooc: To answer your question some days earlier, Drake, Will, and David have another ally. Now presenting the debut of Vida Alaiyo Arlington, as it would seem the only female Rebel.

Ic: "Not too shabby, Braze. Not too shabby at all..." Crimson irises greedily assessed their surroundings, surroundings that they not only happened to be in, but surroundings that they owned, as well. A quick once-over of the area would report that the fortress the Umbreon morph reigned over wasn't much more than a ramshackle old structure, one that had been abondoned and discarded by the original tenants long ago.

"Humans." Vida spat, acidic eyes narrowing to irritated slits, the fuming blood-colored rings inside being the only parts of the entire structure visable.

"Wasteful excuses for creatures they are." As offensive and brash as Vida was interpreted by other beings, she truly wasn't a spiteful and malicious being at heart. In fact, in a selfless act of kindness, she had allowed herself to be recruited and lassoed to this god-forsaken little plot of decay by the trio she had affectionately relished as her new "family", a scraggly pair of abondoned, liberated, or escapee Dark and Ghost-type Pokemon much like herself who had been tossed away, had been wasted, had been discarded like trash like herself. At least, that's what she had led them to believe. On the night of her escape.. Vida's sullen eyes hazed over, as if to transport her to another time and place, but just as suddenly, a new component thrust itself upon her.

"Is it to your liking, mistress?"To the ordinary being in the dark, the only visable oridifces would've been the mixed Sunset template of the Shuppet tagged "Braze"''s irises leering intimidatingly from the dark, an eery ability typical of the Dark and Ghost types. But Vida, her type being in assimilation with these night-born creatures, could pick out the Hankerchief-like body of the Ghost puppet without struggle, even more so had they been standing out in broad daylight. Dipping the jutting chin of her porcelain face but once, a rare pleasant smile wrought itself upon Vida's sickly lips. She stepped forth.

Their domain underwent "changes" as frequently as Vida's restless heart desired, the three rooms she had silently claimed as their own. The building was a five-story structure, and in its prime, might've been a boarding house for families down on their luck, as, to be stated kindle, the poor piece of archeitecture had been constructed rather sloppily. The cheap wood only boasted Rodent and Pest-ridden walls, decayed to the extent of holes so large that the outer daylight penetrated and shone through the pocked surface, missing floorboards that allowed the dank, acrid odor of earth to permeate the musty atmosphere. Vida surveyed the faux makeover their fortress had undergone and, eyes misting over with crystal tears, she broke out into astonished grin.

"It looks fantastic guys, it really does! You've really outdone yourselves this time!" Vida cried garetefully, throwing her arms up into the air, catching Braze by complete surprise as, on a whim, she cuddled his undead body against her own. Modestly, Braze, the leader of these efforts Vida spoke of, smiled, and had color been able to be brought to his transparent cheeks, they would've radiated with the rare joy pulsating through him. This is what he, they, he corrected himself, lived to do. Please their protector. From the darkness of the festering room toddled a a Bannette wearily, they had risen extra early this day so as to complete the necessary changes before Vida awoke. A trio of Ghastly floated ominously nearby, and surprisingly enough, Vida didn't even wince at their poisonous stench, though the venomous Ghosts did seem to shy naturally away from her presence. A lone Duskull huddled hopefully in the corner, this one was Monoxide, an eager to please type of fellow who was all smiles and felt accomplished as long as he knew that he had aided someone in some way. Vida's gaze lingered on this Ghost, and her smile broadened as she made certain Monoxide realized how impressed she was with their work. Due to a particularly thoughtless abondonment from his vain trainer, Monoxide, at times he felt useless, was prone to retreating to the more dangerous levels of the building he knew she couldn't pursue him in and secluding himself for days. Vida, with a passionate vengeance, cursed this fellow, and all the others who had discarded her fellow ghostly rejects, leaving them to fend for themselves in the city, and hoped that she would run into each one similarly so she could teach them a lesson they would never forget.

Releasing Braze, she again made toward the nervous Ghastlys who again shied from her and dispersed, the several Dark-type Pokemon she had accumulated in her nightly endeavors tight on her heels. There was Malea, a female Murkrow who served as the team scout, Tempest, a Houndour puppy she had found torn to ribbons and half-dead in the Dumpster she and the others had been scavaging food from, and Lucian, a rather ominous-looking Absol who, typical of their kind, had been tortured by the city children as the cause for what they thought were spontaneous outbursts of Pokemorph attacks on Human kind. She called him 'Luce' for short, and he of all of them was her favorite, though he hardly breathed a word of his visions or grave insight to anyone but her, the most withdrawn of the crew. For such a spunky and bold individual, it was puzzling as to why exactly she held the most favor for the most withdrawn Pokemon. Luce had had the spark beaten out of him, and the silence into him, long before she had met his acquaintence and attracted his company.

The 'change', 'efforts', and 'faux makeover' she spoke of referred to the convincing elusions Ghost-types could create. It made the forlorn little building feel more like home for the company, and even better, never failed to successfully chase any intruders, whether they be contractors or just curious children on a dare away, and kept the building as their own little cove for another day. Seemingly, the walls weren't of a decayed wood, but reinfoced steele, as one might find in a prison cell. The glass of the twin windows were tinted black, blood spattering the windows as trickles of it seeped profusely, seemingly from the ceiling, drizzling onto the cold, steely floor. Vida paused momentarily to stomp purposely into one of the stagnant, collected puddles, and shivered with sadistic delight as the effect burst, splattering brokenly over the toe of her polished boot. A broad grin shifted the features of her face, and she squealed in delight, radiant eyes casting upward as if to soak up all the psychadelic red light alternating with black from the "Strobe lights" set into the ceiling above. The overall effect was one like a grainy old film, where the picture kept skipping, and objects formerly there weren't, and even more eery, objects suddenly appeared out of nowhere. A Guillotine, out of place but to Vida's intense liking had materialized in one corner, and similar crimson fluid dripped continuously off the jagged blade, and similar torture devices lined the back wall. Eery black and red Jester-themed marionettes decorated these devices, all just visions and elusions of course, which would explain the absence of any practical furniture. Vida and company couldn't afford actual furniture. Their every instinct and contemplated actions were focused on finding food and water for basic survival. Nights were condemned to a dirty mattressed shoved into a corner of one of the rooms. They all shared this, even if it meant squeezing into it, both Dark and Ghost types merge in compliant unity.

The Ghost Pokemon, Monoxide, Braze and the three Ghastlys gloated over Vida's beam, while the three dark types, Tempest, Malea, and Luce sulked, seemingly ashamed that their powers couldn't have been any of assistance, as was norm. All the same, laughing in sporatic, excited bursts, Vida was brought to her knees, the dancing Ghosts circling around her head while she gathered the Absol, Houndour, and crooning Murkrow up in her thin arms.

"You guys are great, you're amazing. You're top-notch mates.." She continued on, eyes unable to diverge from the steady drips of blood from ceiling to floor, and gushing down the walls. At each pitter-patter of descending bloodshed, Vida's delusional eyes bulged, pulsating once, growing ever-large as maniacally, her mind began to wander. A fleeting image of a twin pair of crimson eyes fell upon her own, consumed with puzzlement and blind notion, the boy's thick locks of Raven-colored hair matted to his rigid jawline by sweat, tears, and unseen rivulets of blood. She smelled the iron in it, and rather than send nauseous convulsions through her, she thirsted for it.. The sweet, familiar tang of her lover's blood.. That which she had humbly lapped up from wounds so many times before.. This time.. A broken girl stood like a discarded marionette, her own blood-colored irises averted downward, riveted spell-bound to the boy lying on a heap in the ground. The red life force, in a horrifying match to the boy's, ebbed off her fingers and onto the dirt arena. She had been the sole inflictor of the wounds. This time, there would be no healing. She had wounded him mortally.

"Romeo and Juliet, are together in eternity.." She whispered, tears stinging at her eyes, unable to get the Ruby ones of Everett from her mind.

"I would've died with you!" She called out blindly to the dark, her voice but a strangled, feeble little whine as blindly, she grappled, looking for something, anything to grab onto. Luce threw himself into her arms, and was her rock, her salvation as she shed the acidic tears into his fur. Grimly, he looked on, Ruby eyes staring off into the dysmal abyss that was the crumbling building. Sniffling, she really was a disgusting, but heart-wrenching sight. Vida's heart, a prisoner to the twisted event that had happened, writhed inside her chest, leaving her paralyzed by guilt and remorse.

"Why couldn't you have killed me before I stole your life away?" She whispered, and as always, only Luce heard. His years of the intolerable treatment he'd had to shoulder and the head-turning abuse had hardened him to all ways of life, sentiments, emotions, even those maimed and dying, but the sheer pain and agony pouring from Vida's haunted eyes was more than enough to crack even him, and he stood there quivering with her. Concerned, the other Pokemon had formed a deformed ring around Vida, huddling there undecidedly. She wasn't too often this depressed, usually, she was the admirable bittersweet leader they had all come to know and love. This had happened before, though, and they all knew the consequences of reminders of Everett. Fortunately, like the disheveled state of her sanity, Vida was unstable in emotions too, and was bound to snap out of it within the hour. They had only but to wait for the storm to blow over..

Before Vida even saw the awkward silhouettes lingering at her decaying door, the one made up by Monoxide, Braze and company to look like an archaic entrance that might be found on a torture chamber in medieval times, she heard them, heard the uneven shuffling of the unplanned footsteps of their human feet, detected the warning snarl being emitted from Luce's throat. Frail arms still slung around the great white beast's neck, Vida hazily drug her eyes skyward, toward the heavens where the duo stood, looming over her like Saints come to judge and condemn. Before the bumbling humans could detect her, taking advantage of Luce as a distraction, Vida snaked away from his side, cutting pathways in the dark with her Euby eyes, and finding a perch against one of the concave walls. They hadn't been built this way, had just begun to sag and cave after years unkempt, and could succumb to the pressure of the above floors at any moment in time. Sullenly, she glared apprehensively, ears flattening at the side of face.

"Come out of hiding, we know you're there." An astonishingly calm voice muttered, and Vida had to be honest with herself, she was impressed that it seemed completely devoid of fear. Vida smirked in the darkness, the luminescent light given off from her exceptionally white teeth appearing as a haunting Cheshire grin in the absence of light.

"Who said I was hiding?" She purred defensively in a voice smooth as silk. "As fate would have it, I was lying patiently to ambush the fools stupid enough to intrude on our turf!" Her voice contained a distinct warning, one she would be gracious enough to allow the imbeciles who had been unfortunate to not hear her name in the streets before confronting her. The unified silken strands of her charcoal mane tumbled messily about her quivering shoulders, messy and disheveled as, in her obvious despair, had risen up in protest of the newcomers' rude intrusion, they were threatening her power. The Pokemon she protected, though perfectly capable of defending themselves huddled petrified in a corner, horror-stricken eyes rooted on Vida to see how she would handle this. With only she and Luce still standing, Vida was cornered.

"Not many people have seen my illusion." Vida spoke brashly, endangering herself wheras normally, she would've already pummeled the miserable excuse for human to a pulp while he was still unsure of her intentions, and offguard. On the offchance that he was a Priest, she wanted to keep his attention away from the death-defying spirits in the corner. Anything to keep her misfit clan safe.

"Unfortunately, the people who have were dead." Vida was bluffing, of course. Those who strayed inside of her cove left a little worse for wear, having undergone the most painful and brutal duffing up of their lives to that point, but still intact. She had to be sure that they learned a lesson, and told their human titches of the consequences of pulling one over of her. Still, the eery smile plastered inappropriately across her face left little doubt..

It was then that Vida noticed that one of the beings wasn't the complete sniveling mortal she had conceived her as. The slender female rendered silent up until this point sported striking appendages, ones that, for an instance, caused Vida's eyes to expand in total surprise, her heart being clenched by a fist of ice as she staggered, faint, almost as if she were seeing a ghost. But that was impossible.. Inevitably, rationality soothed her that it was just a dirty coincidence, and that the girl standing before her held little to no significance in her past. More than likely, it was the latter. But still, there was that smidgeon of a chance.. Vida hadn't officially witnessed her sister die, not like Everett. Vida's eyes narrowed in obvious suspicion before she shook her head to clear it of the ridiculous notions. No. Amaya was as dead to her as Everett.

"A human, huh? What do you want?!" Vida snarled, lashing out in pain.. The girl was so similar in looks to Amaya, so fair and beautiful standing at that human's side, that Vida wanted to just roll over and die. All of a sudden, her bitter existence seemed so pathetic and small. She threw bony hands to her temples, and snarled.

"I thought I felt somewhere here.." The girl spoke, slowly, honestly, her words heartbreak to Vida, and at the same time, music to her Umbreon ears. She even had her dear younger sister's melodic angelic voice, like a sad lullaby..

"Why, Arceus?" She moaned aloud, disintegrating eyes being thrown fiercely heavenward.

"I just wanted to be left alone.." Luce, though he longed to retreat and assure Vida, absorb her into his musty fur, he stood his ground, arched before her protectively, defiantly, ready to retaliate if either of the two, Morph or Human, tried to close the distance between they and his broken companion.

"Back off", he warned, red eyes flashing guardedly, but it was audible only as a low snarl to the couple.

"Nobody is here but me!" Vida cried out, striking back twice as hard to recover face. She had again emerged from the cloaks of the thriving darkness. Her pale face shone sickeningly in the miniscule slab of daylight that had crawled in after the girl and her human companion, transparent to the labryinth-like veins connecting beneath the pasty skin.

"And you are going to pay for trespassing on my territory!" She roared, her own voice but a ringing to her erect ears, to the relief of all the Pokemon in the corner finally taking agressive action, and charging the couple who still stood firmly before her. In a movement that was too fluid for the sluggish Umbreon morph to comprehend, the girl simply cast something or another at Vida, sending her flailing slow-motion across the room, defiant Spartan-like efforts to ransack them gone haywire as she was sent sprawling back onto the hardwood floor. The grainy image of the Guillotine flickered momentarily as Vida's form interfered with the illusion. Enraged and humiliated, she forcefully drug herself to her feet.

"Why do you protect him?!?!" She spat out, more floored than appalled that this girl would go against one of her own kind to protect this human man, one who hadn't even lifted a finger as to defend himself or the Espeon Morph at his side yet. She wouldn't hurt this morph, but only out of her sister's memory. She knew that it couldn't possibly be true, what were the odds? Bu as long as there was the chance, Vida found herself immobilized by love.

"Because master is master!" The Amaya look-alike cried incredulously, fearless to the opposing nightmare looming just feet from her pure form, seeming to know no boundaries between Human, Morph, or Pokemon. For just a moment, Vida was able to see the light and understand.. It made sense. They were all one. But just as suddenly, she remembered her endeavor and narrowed your eyes.

"You'll die with him, then!" She sneered half-hartedly, knowing she could never hope to follow through with the threat. This girl was the future for Pokemorphs, where after the war was done, vengeful spirits like Vida wouldn't belong to it anymore.

"So he's got you calling him master?" Vida cried in anguish, appalled. Did this girl not realize-- Her Ruby eyes had latched onto the girl's Coal-colored ones, and for the longest time, a battle of wits ensued, a showdown to the death between conflicting and opposing eyes, Vida's harsh bloodlusten ones fixated on the Espeon girl's, so black, and soulful, and deep. Luce and Yasuaki stood back, forgetting each other's presence for the time being, and simply just marveling at the tension, the natural cosmic energy piling up between these two contradictories.. Like Yin and Yang, a Harmony and a Melody.. Life and Death... Interlocked, each outsmarting the other, but connecting in the end. Like Day and night..

"Vida..?" The Espeon girl whispered, and caugh off-guard, Vida trembled, crimson eyes falling half-shut as her mind seemed to shortcircuit, body spasming involuntarily as she sank to the floor, forgotten images streaming through her mind.

"Vida, i'm scared.." Amaya whispered, her little face weathered, and dirty, twists of her beautiful, colorless hair missing and exposing irritated patches of red sores, where the exposed hair had been managed to be ripped out, most likely from dragging her kicking ad screaming back to the holding pens. An older, more experienced girl's eyes shifted knowingly in the dark, and consoling the smaller female, she cradled her gently in scarred little girl's arms. Silently, Amaya lay her head against Vida's chest, the salty tears making streaks in her dirt-encrusted skin. Soothingly, Vida wiped them away, pressing trembling lips against her sister's ear.

"The nightmare won't last long.." She crooned, and these same words passed from Vida's lips aloud, as her eyes shifted to a crack in the floorboards. She hadn't noticed it before, but the device strapped about her wrist went off again, signalling her far, far away, the signal she had been waiting for months, years even, and now seemed so stupid and insignificant .. Luce stood over her, never once leaving her side.










 
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The two stood there for moments. The tension unbearable. She could see an absol morph in the backround. He looked jsut as broken as Vida was. Amaya's cold, deep eyes met Vida's angered, and hurt red eyes. The two only stood there. It felt like Amaya was looking at something important to her. It just wasn't clicking though. Those red eyes, they were so cold and distant.

Amaya's eyes scanned the Absol morph and she took a step torward Vida. The absol morph let out a loud snarl warning her to 'back off' but Amaya paid no heed. She wasn't even frightened by the absols loud infuriated growl. Amaya stepped closer to Vida, closer and closer she came until she heard the Absol launch herself at her. Luckily Yasuaki just in the neck of time had performed a spell on Luce to preven him from doing so. Amaya looked at the invisible chains that bound Lce to keep him from attacking her. "Hurt my apprentice, and I will not hesitate to kill you." Yasuaki said coldly, his odly colored eyes looking up at the snarling Luce who looked down at him.

"Damn...human.." Luce snarled as he struggled through the invisible chains.

Amaya stepped ever closer to Vida. Soon the two were nearly face to face. Amaya felt as if Via was of no threat to her. She was just hearting very much and wanted to protect this place. Amaya silently took Vida's hand and out of pure instinct she told her. "I don't understand."

"You seem...important to me...but...who ARE you? I know your name, and I feel your hurt...your pain...your hate...Its as if I know what your thinking.." Amaya told Vida. Her emotionless eyes met Vida's.

The two stood like this for wht seemed ages, Amaya's tender hands on the ice cold skin of Vida's. The two were like Yin and Yang, the opposed each other. Was it because they are Espeon and Umbreon anthromorphs that they resembled the Yin and Yang? Amaya's cold tenderness, mixed with Vida fierce hostility. The two were Yin and Yang themselves. The sky had begun to darken with clouds, and just as suddenly a deep rain was hitting the blackend windows of the home. It felt sad, and lonely... Like the sky was crying out in agony for the fighting to stop, and maybe...it was crying for the two long lost sisters, one that had become so cold and defensive, and the other who by chance had lost all memories of her sister. Once so close, and now so distant. Was Arceus crying for them? Was Azelf, Mespirit, and Uxie the three being of Knowledge, Emotion, and Wisdom crying along side their master? It surely seemed that way. The rain was heavy and lonely, it was washing the stench of blodo away from the city. Amaya could feel it was Arceus, crying for them to stop. Amaya held Vida's hand in hers. I was mysterious, how it felt so familiar to her, it felt so kind, and tender. yet so cold at the very same time. Amaya looked at Vida's hand which was now very warm from her hand being clutched in Amaya's.

The rain continued to fall, washing the blood and small fragments of debris from the sidewalk of the bombs that had gone off. And the crimson blood ran down the storm drain of those that had been killed in this rebellion. Amaya and Yasuaki could feel the energy of those that had died. So innocent, all the babies, mothers, fathers, and families that had been ruthelessly slaughtered in this fight. Yasuaki and Amaya could feel their spirits crying out in agony, and lingering behind from the sudden rutheless death they had faced. It was amazing how something so simple and pure, could wash away all the hate that lay in the air. Lightning soon ignited the room, and thunder crashed. Amaya released Vida's hand trying to remember who Vida was buut no answer came to her...

"Amaya...theres nothing of interest here...just two foolish anthromorphs who will end up getting killed.." Yasuaki told his apprentice as he released the spell on Luce. Amaya stepped away from Vida and nodded.

"Yes, master." Amaya answered and followed him out. She turned back to Vida and mouthed 'I hope the next time I meet you, I will know who you are.'

The two walked quietly through the rain. The rain soaking the two's hair and clothing, but the two trudged on. Amaya kept thinking quietly to herself. It was strange how she wanted to take Vida's hand and just clutch it in her own. Thunder and lightning collided once again which illuminated the entire area around them.

"Master....Do you know who that was...?" Amaya asked Yasuaki who was walking with the same emotionless expression he always did.

"I have no idea, wen I found you that day you were a dead Espeon, I managed to bring you back to life with a few complex spells and turn you into a human. But no, I don't know who she is. Maybe from a past life?" Yasuaki told her.

"Past life..?" Amaya asked.

"I found you dead and brought you back to life as an entirely new person, meaning you are a reincarnation. Using spells to bring a person back to life is completely different then what hospitals do. No hospital could have brought you back to life, only magic could. Even then the risks ain using that spell were great.." Yasuaki told her.

"Bringing back a person from the dead is against the laws of Yin and Yang right?" Amaya told Yasuaki.

"Exactly." Yasuaki answered.

"I..think I know her somehow..her..face..voice..seems so familiar." Amaya said looking forward as looked at the lonely rain that was falling heavily from the sky.

"I had no idea who you were before, so a few things may seem similiar that you may have never even seen before. Like people, places, or things."

"Oh..."

"But the laws of nature forbid such things, so most things you will eventually forget."

Amaya said nothing as they trudged through the lonely rain. The two did not care how wet their clothes became, nor how soaked their bodies were. They merely continued onward.

"We are going to Blackthorn city, I have received an order from Clair that her gym has become haunted by vengeful spirits. So we will be heading there." Yasuaki told Amaya.

"Yes master." Amaya replied as she stayed close to him like a shy little puppy.
 
(ooc: >< Sorry for not saying anything before, but I went on vacation a while ago, and I'm now in China, for a...month, I think? So I may not be active, though if I find some time I'll write a few posts or so.)
 
"We need to go into the Underground, and navigate the maze. After that, we can rest in the National Park, before heading towards Ecruteak." Said Max as he looked at Karma and Oliver. "But if they decide to check out the National Park, we're screwed. Especially if Kane finds us." Max looked around before opening the door, and walking in, before sighing... he was back home.

(David)

David got up and walked outside of the base, before heading towards the lake. He smirked as he touched the water. "Oh, the humans... soon we will kill them all, one by one, they will die." Said David to the lake. "I will make sure of it. They will pay for taking away the only human who was kind to me..." David's tail then touched the water, causing electricity to flow into the water. In a few seconds, the body of a Gyarados floated to the top. David looked at the beast in shock before pulling out his tail, getting up, and running away before someone saw him.

(Max)

Max walked down the stairs, and before he could take another step, he pressed his hand into the wall, causing it to sink in. The wall in front of him opened up. "Come on, if you're still with me." Said Max to the others. "This passageway leads to the exit." Max then waited for them to come in, after all, he had to hold the door.

(ooc: Not too big, but I just couldn't write much. Oh, well... this RP is slowly moving along.)
 
The Underground was dark, barely any lights shown through the halls. It seemed as if hardly anyone visited the place anymore ever since the crime rates erupted over the past few years. Karma followed the Raichu Morph and Oliver from a distance; just to make sure no one was following them. As they progressed through the winding halls of the Underground, the Raichu Morph explained what their actions were to be. Karma quietly listened, trying to hear the faint footsteps coming from way down the other many halls.

While Karma was straining to hear the other beings scurrying about in other passageways, the group already reached the exit. What? That was fast. He thought as the Raichu Morph held the door long enough for them to pass. They were all out, entering into the enclosed area of the National Park. Sweet aromas filled the air, a sign of the lack of violence in the area. Pokemon wandered about the tall grass that seemed to cover the whole ground and trees boasted majestic sizes; not having been tampered with in so many years. This place...it seems so familiar. Karma walked around, observing how peaceful it was. It all seemed so familiar to another place he used to live in but he just couldn't remember....he couldn't remember anything after getting hit with that Fireball.

Before anyone got settled, Karma dashed off into the center of the park, shouting and laughing as he did flips of happiness. "I never wanna leave this place!" He shouted as he chased after a Butterfree. "It's a lot more peaceful than-" He paused for a second, realizing where he was after seeing the the tall buildings of Goldenrod. "Than...Goldenrod?" He realized they were just about a mile away and Rebel Pokemorphs could be all over the place. He quickly rushed back into the safe presence of the Raichu Morph and Oliver. "I didn't know....I'm sorry." He rushed his words. "They could've heard me...They might find us!" He began to tremble in fear as he remembered all of the other footsteps sounding through the pathways of the large maze of the Underground. They could've been....Rebels...or anything! He decided to stay quiet until they begin to head towards Ecruteak.
 
The underground halls were mysterious to Oliver. Although he had done some underground dealings and illegal activities before in saffron city, being downhere changed his whole outlook and the rebel formation. They had all ready foritifed themselves so much, and it seemed like they really could destroy us all. The idea of losing all that he loved to these people frightened Oliver, but he tried to keep in concealed, knowing that the raichu morph and Red might see his weakness.
Oliver ried not to show his emotions but sometimes, he thought it was too tough to act tough all the time.

He noticed the Red was hanging back, looking around and sensing anything that could've come to pass. He didn't seem to sense anything, so Oliver just kept his head forwarrd, looking at the back of the Raichu morph's head. They just keeped walking, their footsteps taking a repeated rythym, and the halls seemed to keep going forever.

Eventually, the Raichu morph stopped, he made some movements and the door opened, letting in the refreshing air from the outside. Oliver didn't take noticed wheter it was light or day, becuase it didn't matter. At night his canine senses kicked in, providing him with almost perfect vision.

Oliver was looking around, but before he could notice, Red was apologizing for his outburst, in which Oliver was completely unaware of.

" It's okay Red. I didn't even notice that you ran after that butterfree, If i didn't notice, the other rebels probably didn't either.

Oliver took out his pokegear. Hoping that maybe it had just enough juice left to display the region map. Holding down the power button, Oliver prayed that it would curse. As the screen flickered on. it quickly got up the map. The GPS signal was knocked out becuase of the radio tower. So Oliver found their bearing munually.

" We must head north, then we will be in the general area of Ecutreak City." As Oliver finished his sentence, the Pokegear turned off, out of battery. Cursing his bad luck, Oliver put his pokegear back intto one of his many pockets.

" if we run, we may get there in a couple of hours."


OOC: as of sunday morning, I'll be on a camping trip, so I will be inactive. So, if Raoto or Zeta want to take control of my charectar until we I get back, that would be okay. I'll be gone until next saturday.
 
With the rest of the enemy morph taken care of Drake laid down in the woods next to the Absol morph who early said his name was "Will".

Can I trust him?
Drake thought to himself, back against a tree.

Well, at least I know I have a partner now

Blackthorn City was visable in the darkness of the night as little dots of light from houses of people doing there business before they went to sleep.

Sometimes, I wish my life was that simple

Then Drake thoughts were shatered by the Absol morphs deep snore

I guess I should go to sleep to...

And woith that Drake dropped down right next to the Absol morph and fell into a deep, deep sleep.

OOC: Sorry that I havent posted for a while and that this post is very short, I've been really busy the past few days and hven't found the time to post.
 
Pick me up now, I need you so bad.

"You seem important to me, but who are you?"

Vida Alaiyo Arlington, don't be daunted by the fancy name. It's over the top and extravagant as I desperately try to be, but in the end i'm just as simple as my God-given name. Vida. Life. Survival is the key to life, survival and nothing more, at least for me. I'm not in the position to be philosophical. The fates haven't been kind to me, and a good day is when we all have a taste of something in our mouths.

"I know your name, I feel your hurt.. your pain.. your hate.."

Can you really? If your understanding ran as deep as my bloodlusten passion for human gore and vengeance did, surely you would be shepherding your cocky little amigo out of here by now. Can you read the dramatic and unnecessary conflict your barging in dredged up? Do you know how much vital sleep i'll lose over this little fiasco? All of it. Can you feel your heart tearing and then snapping at the seems, are you recoiling from the brash reality that you gift was also your curse, and ended the precious existence of your mate? Can you?! Because if you could, no offense, but I doubt you've been given the strength to shoulder it without complaint or self-pity.

"It's as if I know what you're thinking..."

I'm thinking that the name Alaiyo was a bad choice on my part. It means, "For one who bread was not enough." I had plenty of bread back at the compound, more than bread even. Pounds upon pounds of red meat, Filet Mignon, Sirloins, for a fighting Canine like myself, they build up the body. I was drowning in the stuff, but I ran so as to accept my role in saving the world. Who am I saving now but a group of raggety cast-away Ghost and Dark-type Pokemon, and myself? We struggle to keep from starving. this wasn't at all how I envisioned the Rebellion.. I risked my life for my leader, and I have yet to see hide or hair of him. Who is he? Does he even care?

These were all the things Vida had wished she had back said to the girl, the fair-haired little nymph of a Morph who, by complete chance, had stumbled into Vida's humble dwelling and changed her life forever. Years ago, after searching in many futile quests to locate her estranged sister, Vida had finally been forced to lay the undiscovered body to rest, after numerous shattering experiences, from dead ends to let downs, and even a false claim or two. And then she had happened. What had he called her?

Amaya. You know just as well that he called her Amaya. Mere coincidence? It had to be. Vida's dear little sister had been called Amaya by their mother, a tradition of the "Mothers", the overworked, over-bred, underfed witnesses to rape, neglect, and harshly confined quarters that pumped out the Eevee pups bred at the fighting grounds Vida and Amaya had grown up in. These females were the ones Vida's heart went out to the most, for their fate was by far the first to be suffered. Not even granted even the instant release many of the babes lacking potential born on the Farm were, or fed heartily and taken out regularly, if only to be led to and from fights as the prized fighers were, the "Mothers", automatically any baby born female on the farm, with the occaisional exception of course, were forced into a lifetime of servitude, behind thick iron bars, in confines baely large enough for her to walk three steps in. Still, the strong women with kind hearts clinging to their dignity named each and every one of the offspring they birthed, destined to live or die, in the tradition of human norm. Vida's name translated directly to "Life", whilst Amaya, an Eevee pup at the time but destined to be a creature of the sun, an Espeon, had oddly enough been coined a title that meant, "Night rain".

Though Vida's past had been a traumatic one, she was quick to remind herself that she could've suffered a much crueler fate, as most of the female Eevees had been destined to. A bolt of lightning made contact with a cruddy expanse of field, a sparse scraggly patch that only mimicked the vast acres of unbridled flora present in the wild, of all shapes, of all colors. Not even half the size of a football field, this spot that had become the substitue for all Vida's primitive forages, digging, frolicking, unearthing, was a pathetic excuse for other lands she had surveyed, foreign places she had explored before feeling obliged to settle here, in Goldenrod city. The bolt had struck this cheap imitation, perhaps in a wrathful verdict issued by Arceus itself, to terminate the fakes and hypocrits, leaving what was only pure and clean and true.

Then smite me, oh mighty smiter. Vida thought sardonically, melancholy eyes averting to settle dully on the grubby window just feet in front of her, a shudder racking through her small frame every now and again, as missiles of frigid precipitation, a slushy union of rain and hail spattered her, escaping through the holes that had been patched only with the Ghosts' minds. Her eyes flickered briefly to the activated device strapped loosely about her bony wrist. Silently, effectively, the alarm still flashed.

"I have got to get out of here.." She rationalized finally, unsure of what the motivation to that abrupt decision it had been. Perhaps it was the deciding judgment in that cocky human's cold eyes when he turned to Amaya, and stated simply, "Amaya, there's nothing of interest here. Just two foolish anthropomorphs who will end up getting killed." That had stung, more than anything anyone had said or done to her in her entire existence. More than the electrocution as barbed wire simultaneously fried and tore at bare flesh, more than the venemous claws of her lover's fangs ripping her to pieces. More than his fresh blood steaming off of her fatigued body. That had been the worst. But, she realized, it had been deserved. What had she gotten all up in a rage for? What exactly was she protecting? A shabby old house with crumbling walls and rotted out floors, with cracked and busted-out windows? Who had she been kidding? Nobody in their right mind would take this house even if it wasn't inhabited by a gang of ghouls. Vida rued the fact that if she didn't take charge, she would be stuck here for the rest of her life. Silently, she eyed the Pokemon who had spread themselves around her, watching her in tense anticipation. Would she really leave them? After all these years of caring for them? Would she, all of a sudden, carelessly abondon the only family she had ever known?

Vida hesitantly stood, wavering momentarily, Ruby eyes alternating between the beckoning signal on her wrist, and the cluster of frightened Pokemon hanging worriedly around her.

"Miss Vida.." Braze started quietly, Flame-colored eyes misting over as he hovered solemnly over her arms.

"Are you really leaving all of us here? Alone? What will we do? I mean.. without you?"

Vida sighed, head hanging in remorse. This would be the hardest part.

"You guys.." She bit her lips once, trying to smooth the words out in her head before she began to attempt saying them out loud to her little colony.

"I've waited for years for the Rebellion to begin, and 99% of you being Pokemon, you can't know what it means to me to finally have this flickering hope that things will become better for us, this situation, our situation, will be lifted into something beautiful, an equallibrium will be reached between us and the humans. We becoming the majority, humans will submit to our will, and we will never have to hang our heads, or scavenge from dumpsters like animals ever again. Braze.."

The tiny Shuppet's eyes fixated on her, and regretfully, Vida gathered him up in her arms, a flush of pleasure spreading out like a pink water lily across the colorless canvas that were her pallid cheeks as the tiny Pokemon's bulbous head nestled at the hollow of her throat.

"I need you to be in charge for awhile, to guide the rest of the clan by yourself. I can't say when I will be back from whatever I have to do, because i'm not even sure what I have to do yet. Just know.. that it isn't goodbye forever. I like to think of it more as goodbye for now." Vida smied bravely as irritably, she swallowed a lump that had arisen in her throat. What was this sudden rush of overstimulation? What were all these feelings doing rushing around inside of her?

Who told you to be released?! Vida thought sternly, as yet more waterworks leapt to her gemstone eyes. She swore once under her breath, as paying no heed to her threatening hiss, they began tumbling freely down her cheeks. She only clutched Braze harder, and soon felt the embrace of each and every Pokemon she had come to known and love since her arrival in the city. Braze had been the first, and for awhile, it had been just she and the little Shuppet fending for themselves. Those days.. A crevice of a crooked Dumpster was what they called home. They had had to relocate when a gang of thugs had taken residence in the same alleyway, and had attempted on more than one occaision to overcome Vida in spirit of their own primitive desires: To mate. No matter that they had been humans, all greasy older men, and she an Anthropomorph teenager. All the better. To overcome an Anthropomorph girl wasn't against the law, as in stupid mortal rationality, a Pokemon's purpose was to satisfy the wants of humans anyways. Thank Arceus for Braze's appearance, or Vida would've already been a dead girl or a slave girl. Monoxide's arrival had been next, soon after being evicted from the dumpster, and had motivated Vida to find a more permanent location. The trio stumbled on the archaic boardinghouse, which had already been inhabited by three misunderstood low-level Ghastlys, who kept the decaying structure standing only because no demolition crew would answer to a haunted house. Had they investigated further, they would've found that what they were up against were no more than a few discarded Pokemon, hatched by a breeder, and thrown away for miscellaneous reasons: Upon checking, one's nature had gone against what an "ideal" Ghastly's should be, another had bad individual values all around, while the third had been born completely and totally blind.

Vida's head snapped up abruptly when she felt a cold, wet nose uprooting her hand from the grimy floorboards, and was alerted by Tempest's low whines. Deep Sepia eyes pooled with heartbreak, the Houndour made his sadness apparent to his surrogate mother. This poor pup's egg had been sold unhatched to an artifacts shop, and upon receiving it, as was customary with unplanned and unwanted Pokemon eggs, was pawned off in order to be drained and fashioned into a decorative ornament. Vida, who by serendiptious chance, had been inside the store when the egg had been sold, pocketing a few of the smaller merchandise in hopes of exchanging them for some food for her crew. Upon hearing of the barbaric practice, and horrified that the trainer knew what he was submitting this poor unborn to, she made up her mind that she would instead pocket the egg. Whilst Braze and Monoxide served as distractions, upturning and shattering items to their hearts' content, amid all the chaos, Vida had snagged the egg, and walked tirelessly for miles until the gentle movement promoted the Houndour to emerge. She caressed the top of his head fondly, a memorable smile smearing across her face as her gaze lingered on the pup. Malea crooned, now the lone female of the group, and Vida ruffled her feathers.

"I love you guys more than anything in the world." Vida assured them sincerely, beginning to make her exit as the Pokemon's gazes trailed glumly after her.

"Please, take care of each other, no matter what the cost.. Vida frisked the pocket of her Jeans momentarily, drawing from it a small sum of money. This she entrusted to Braze. It was all that she had save for the clothes on her back, and she hoped that it would help sustain them for awhile.

"I know it isn't much, but it will give you a weeks' worth of food, and bought time to scrounge up some more. with any luck, I won't be gone that long.. But in any case, you guys shouldn't wait around for me. I knew this all along, and i'm sure you did too.." Vida informed them gently, her hand reluctantly forming around the doorknob, and ever so slightly, cracking it open. A howling wind spiraled in, running icey fingers through the thick ebony mane on her head, and pulling it back. Vida's face remained expressionless, eyes montone and dull, unchanging, but internally, her heart was tearing itself in two. The tears splashed down of their own accord again.

"We can't spend our lives like this, and sooner or later, each and every one of you will have to pursue your destiny as well." Vida explained, weaving her way between the thick door and frame.

"Please, find someone else to lead you, a compassionate trainer who will unleash your full potential, or if anything, take residence in the wild. Maybe the elements will be kinder than any of these scums here in the city have."

"Promise we'll meet again?!" Malea called out as Vida bid her final farewell, hand springing open and tilting in a wave, as she slipped out the door. Vida nodded earnestly, the reality of what she was about to do setting in as she gnawed nervously on her lower lip.

"Just look at the bright side. Next time we do, you'll all be eating like kings, each with your own personal Human servant to wait on you hand and foot. No more trash trifling Tuesdays, or dumpster-diving decathalons. I'll mak sure of it." To Vida's satisfaction, all her deceased companions seemed to perk up, and even relish the idea. This would give her severing herself from them purpose, and give them hope in the back-breaking days of struggle to come. She prayed for their success.

Vida had scarecely stumbled her way down the steps slick with rain, and onto the street cleared of all sensible people, now littered only with the occaisonal Water-type Pokemon or Morph frolicking joyously in the rain, and some Rebel stragglers evacuating the city. It soon came to Vida's attention that something major had happened all the while she had been clammed up in her meager residence. Her response to the pulverized Sky scrapers, and the piles of rubble indicating where esteemed famous buildings of Johto once stood would've been questionable to all of the ordinary mindset, as rather than throw her hands up in devestated shock, or let herself be plagued by depression that the Humans and Sympathisers were coping with, she insead felt impressed, that an organization started by the efforts of one Morph could've escalated to this.

"Let freedom ring!" She exclaimed, pumping a drenched hand to the heavens, suddenly inspired, Ruby eyes shimmering as she looked on at the empty streets and alleyways surrounding the downed giants of buildings. Occaisionally, Vida would slip past a group of people huddled, sticking together pathetically, crying in the streets, and the appendages of her body, abnormal ears, tail, bloodlusten eyes, would provoke the people into an unquellable rage as they shook fists, shouted, cursed, slung whatever they had onhand at her, displaced aggression toward the Morph that, because of her simple existence as a morph, they had come to loathe. But Vida only trucked onward, the bitter wind stinging at her eyes, turning her lips blue, as hardened particles of sleet beat down onto bare skin. She had not a facisimile of a clue where she was going, but had begun to notice an urgent message to to the incessant flashing of the device on her wrist. It was pulling her in a direction seemingly, a set direction, and curiously, Vida wondered where it was taking her. She supposed that she should keep eyes peeled for a town map, so she could see exactly where the device was summoning her, but then opportune eyes stumbled on something even more promising.

"Is everyone secure? Last call for passengers. Final calling. Any Pokemorphs affiliated with the Rebellion needing immediate transportation to Blackthorn city, make your way to the back of the line. Free transportation via Hot Air Balloon to Blackthorn city, final call. Please make your way to the back of the line. We're operating on a first come, first serve basis, so those of you needing a lift better skaddle on up here.."
A beefy-looking Garchomp Morph announced on a megaphone, Reptillian eyes doing a final scanning of the ill-fated streets of this once-grand city without compassion, passing easily over the downed structures and corpses of the Humans, Rebels, and Sympathisers alike in search for anyone making their way to the transportation docks. The more prestigious members of the Rebellion traveled via Helicopter and Private jet, while the lower-ranking soldiers either flew, traveled on foot, or went in Hot Air Balloon.

"Final call!" He announced warningly, and Vida, wavering for but a minute on this life-changing course of action, drew in a sharp breath and charged toward the Balloons. Every other interested morph had already boarded, and a single Hot Air Balloon remained unfilled, save for the soldier who operated it leaning casually against the wicker basket. Vida's ears erected in an expression of gratitude, and her little black tail wagged as she loped appreciatively over to the man. Thick lavender curls ere matted to the sides of this man's angular face, dripping with the precipitation pouring from the heavens. Though he was utterly soaked from head to toe, he seemed in no particular rush to get into the Balloon. That is, until he laid eyes on Vida. Face lit up in childish grin, she was similarily soaked as well. She loped over to him, and suddenly he was all smiles, face lit up in a wide Jack-O-Lantern grin. His pale red eyes frisked her body momentarily, and deciding he liked what he saw, he turned on the gentleman charm and in an instant, before she could even tell him what she desired, he was helping her up into the high basket. Thankful to be dry, Vida sank to the ground, leaning tiredly up against the woven sides of the basket.

"A rare but beautiful sight indeed, a female Rebel soldier. Most women prefer to stay out of the struggle, so you must be a bold-minded individual indeed, am I right?"

Suspecting nothing, Vida only smiled self-consciously, lapping up the bait as the greedy Soldier had assumed she would. He was a morph of some type, though she couldn't be sure what. If his Magenta irises were any indication, paired with the deep lavendar hue of his hair, she would feel confident with the guess Gengar. This was fabulous news indeed to her, and she felt lucky to be in the company of a Ghost-type morph. At least this way, they might be on the same page. She toyed with the idea of telling him how she had come to know three Ghastlys, and considered even impressing him with her fluence in the Ghost-tongue. Typically, Morphs were only able to speak to Pokemon of their own types in primitive tongue, but as Vida had met the aquaintence of a majority of Ghost-types, she had eventually latched onto and repeated their language with relative ease. She soon discarded the idea though, and was sure that this odd coincidence wouldn't be of ny concern to him. So instead, she only peered eagerly over the side of the basket as it descended, luminescent eyes couring the wrecked city for the final time, lingering on the crumbling building on the outskirts of town where the only friends and family she had to date were compiled. In a subconscious act, she waved, waved away the best of luck, and her regret at being forced to leave them. Her tears went unnoticed in the blistering rain as she pulled farther and farther away from them. Meanwhile, in her preoccupation, she hadn't noticed that the Balloon was drifting further and further offcourse from the other Balloons, escaping her notice, but to the full attention of the Soldier controlling it..

Luce stood, wavering in the rain, the chilling drops spiraling from the heavens disorienting him, as through the downpour, he could barely see a thing. Something had compelled him to follow Vida on her journey, though he couldn't say what. The reason why Luce hadn't made her aware of his presence was complex, as a broken creature, the words beaten right out of him, he used words sparingly, and, as second motivation to hide himself, was afraid that Vida would insist he go back to support the others, and be on the look out for his slouched form behind her. He couldn't risk that, risk letting the petite female who had so fearlessly and fiercely led her own group set out into the bleak oblivion on her own. Somber eyes scanned the skies, and a bony hand as delicate as Vida's own swept back shaggy, unkempt colorless bangs, sweeping them from wide eyes as he now stood in the very spot Vida's Hot Air Balloon had drifted off from. He was convinced that not a thing could happen to turn him back, not the unforgiving downpour soaking him to the bone, nor the conniving children who, despite their youthful innocence had full awareness of the situation at hand, and convinced that he was not only a Pokemorph, but an Absol one at that, that he was the sole one responsible for the devestating attack. Prejudice passed down from generation to generation enable them to tohughtlessly hurl whatever rocks and boulders they could find at the poor Absol boy, hitting him square in the back, banging up his shoulders, and one even clobbering him in the back of his head, all the while they boldly jeered at him, dancing gloatingly around his broken form laughing in victorious chant.

Vida may not have noticed the little detour the shady Soldier was taking inconspicuously to escape her notice as first, but Luce sure as hell did. Blood-colored eyes narrowing to slits in hot-blooded rage, limp hands tightened into fists as, puffing out his chest, he let out a vengeful roar. Had Vida been a bit closer, and a little less-consumed in her own thoughts, she would've heard the wrathful battle cry seething of hatred and betrayal, and glanced down to recognize Luce's tensed form standing in the streets, glaring menacingly in her general direction. Had the Soldier noticed, maybe he would've taken the hint and followed the other Balloons. Drawing in a breath, Luce soundlessly made his way through the streets, certain now more than ever that Vida's survival was dependant on him, and pronouncing himself as her own personal Gladiator, fangs aching with the notion to kill, he set off at a fierce pace.

"Enjoying the view?" A silken voice in place of the gruff one that had greeted Vida purred, and, jolting to awareness with a start, Vida blushed to realize that she must have been staring out at the scenery for well over an hour now. She was sure that the Soldier was teasing her for lollygagging rather than humoring him with conversation to endure the ride to Blackthorn city, she turned towards him with a smile to explain. Had he given her the chance, the thoughtful girl would've chattered:

"I was just wondering, since it was raining and all, what the Pokemon weak to water did. I had a Houndour back home, and as soon as the first few drops of water hit him if we were out and it unexpectedly began to rain, he grow dizzy with weakness, and i'd have to carry him in my jacket to prevent his body temperature from lowering even further. The worst was when he would get soaked to the bone. He would always run a fever, and thought it happened only twice, both times it would be a life or death type deal. We'd all, me and the Pokemon that is, be up taking shifts all night to make sure he stayed warm. So I was just wondering what the Fire-types in the wild did when they were caught out in the rain, and who was there to take care of them when they got sick?"

Unfortunately, she didn't get the chance, as just as she had opened her mouth to begin her customary ramble, the Ghost morph's eyes had narrowed, becoming shifty, and alight with sick delight, as he pressed a bony finger to firmly close her lips. As she leaned back against the wicker basket uncertainly, he wiggled his slender form up against her own, until his pelvi had interlocked with her own, and the weight of him was pinning her to the side of the basket. The whole contraption swayed dangerously, and Vida cried out in obvious surprise. He snaked two long arms around her petite little form snugly, leering menacingly before her, as he lashed himself to her, forcing himself on her silently. She screamed, that is, until he firmly clamped a hand upon her pallid lips, emitting pressure onto her mouth until soon, all she could focus on was the pain, typing her tongue and instead, leaving her grimacing. He thrusted once suggestively, and she struggled still, though the pain was great, squeezing her eyes closed and managing a quick jab at his shins with the heavy toe of her boot, causing him to cry out in displeasure.

"Ow, you little *****!" He hissed, before taking a gloved hand and delving it deep into her face in what was a swift punch, too swift for her to react, that is. As his spiked knuckles made harsh contact with the delicate bones constructing her face, a distinct cracking noise was heard, and a low whimper escaped between the fingers strapped across her mouth, as Ruby eyes, wide with fright, rolled uselessly back into her head. He snickered once, an ugly, rasping sound.

"We're all in this together, right?" He sneered, spittle dripping into her ear as suggestively, he snaked his tongue along the orifice.

"Which means that we in the Rebellion help each other in our times of need. You scratch my back, i'll scratch yours. Comprende? If it's the money you're concerned about, don't make it an issue, sweetheart. You're a rookie now, but you'll come to know that Soldiers make a good deal of dough in this business, not from direct pay of course, but pilfering the humans' pathetic savings. After awhile, it really adds up. And i've been saving it for a Doll like you.. I'm sure you're more than worth it. Okay?"

And as if this vain little speech would really be enough to soothe Vida's fears, the Soldier leaned in, eyes falling shut into slits, and mouth twisting up into an ominous 'O' as he loomed over the incapacitated girl, black tongue worming from between his teeth, like a poisonous snake slipping from its burrow, and erecting to brush her lips. And unfortunately for Vida, she shuddered, horrified that that wasn't the only thing that was erect. She realized that if she didn't do something fast, she would lose it to a Soldier who hadn't even divulged his name in a Hot Air Balloon, of all places! She desperately wished for Luce, for if the Absol's hulking presence had shadowed her own, this man's throat would be on the floor of the basket by now, and he heaved over the edge. Relaxing momentarily, Vida waited for the instinctive release she knew would soon follow, and as the opposing morph loosened his hold on her, she retaliated the way she felt would guaranteed her the most sure-fire victory, by gathering all her energy up into one, massive spiraling dark gale, squeezing shut her eyes, and letting loose her most powerful Dark Pulse. Particles of dark matter struck the Gengar morph as he became consumed by the attack, and as he was at such close range, it dealt the damage she knew it would, blasting away from her until he, unfortunately, was caught by the edge of the Wicker Basket, the remainder of the energy ricocheting off of him and springing onto the Balloon, blasting a fatal hole in it, and sending the balloon spiraling out of control, whizzing across the air at breakneck speed for a moment, before it began to spiral toward the ground.

"Bad move. Whereas earlier I was going to reimburse you, now i'm just going to take it.. and then kill you. You want to be picky?! Fine! I like a girl with a little bite anyways. The challenge of achieving it is more fun that way.." The Gengar morph laughed, revealing pearly incisors as he lunged for the exposed hollow of her throat. Vida shrieked, dismayed that her retaliation hadn't done as much damage as she had thought it would, and, all her energy expended, resorted to a battle of strength, futilely attempting to shove his vorocious body away from her own quaking one.

"I'd rather die than let you take me!" She spat, satisfied momentarily as the globule of spit stuck to his face, and the imposing Morph was distracted temporarily. With fervor, he swiped it away, and sporting a gloating grin to match her own, he unsheathed a gloved hand and, before she could even take notice and brace herself for what he was about to do, he jabbed his hand swiftly into her pelvis in a lethal poison sting, which brought the Umbreon Morph to her knees just as the Hot Air Balloon crashed into the ground, throwing the two Morphs out on their sides. As Vida lay heaving in the tall grass, a familiar form appeared before her. The lean face of Everett's was only inches from her own, and she could practically feel his hot breath on her lips she was so close, Crimson eyes not even threei nches from staring into her Ruby ones.

"Never give up without a fight!" He urged her desperately, eyes silently willing, pleaing with her to stand, and react. She was a born fighter, had been raised as a fighter. It didn't make sense that she would die here as victim, as weak prey.. But that Poison Sting had been a bit much, and now fatally poisoned, she knew any steps she took would only jar the venom in her system worse. And what would happen to her body once she fainted. A rustling in the grass approaching her scattered Everett, and now limping, a little worse for wear and obviously damaged, but still kicking, the morph threatengingly stormed towards the lifeless form of Vida's. Dragging herself to her feet, Vida hobbled hopelessly away, noticing a massive structure up ahead, about the length of several football fields from where she stood. A colony of familiar Hot Air Balloons were tied up outside, with no sight of the passengers they had been toting earlier. Having the air knocked out of her from the fall, Vida couldn't scream, but even if she would've been able to, no one was outside to hear her. Still, she trudged on though every bone and molecule in her body protested violently, sending jabs of pain shooting up each and every limb, her own body, her own physical support her worst enemy as several times in her hobbling, it gave way, caving in and leaving her splayed out across the wild grass, determined to make her a helpless victim. She felt the tell-tale tanginess of her own blood on her tongue, and she winced once in pain as her extended canines only grazed the wound. As she again stood, she heard a string of curse words so profane and despicable in nature, she blushed to think that they were directed her way. He was up, and with the natural speediness of a Gengar, was quick to overcome her sluggishness, and deal one more attack that would leave her down for good.

Without any notification of its arrival, a sludge bomb spattered off her back, the hard-packed toxic material not only knocking the wind out of her, but also serving to speed up the poison she had been afflicted with.

"Never give up without a fight.." She whispered, a steady stream of blood trickling down the side of her pale cheek, and determinedly, though technically, she should've already fainted by now, she trudged on, surprised to see an actual Pokemorph standing in front of her. She gave him her most despairing look, and on further inspection, registered him as some type of morph related to the Raichu line, either a Raichu, or a Pikachu, and, though a little lacking of size, reckoned him to b extremely powerful, desperate eyes fixated on the morph's muscled arms, taut, though he was obviously relaxed, or had been at least before Vida had come flailing out of the sky, triceps bulging of their own accord with little to no effort. Sapphire eyes lingered over Vida's body, the venom on her taking its final toll, eating her up on the inside though on the outside, nothing appeared to be amiss. She blanched, incisors grazing the air as her mouth stretched wide open in an expression of obvious agony, and she fought to keep herself conscious. Sparks danced upon the electrical sacs on the boy's cheeks, static electricity from the light rain still drizzling around the clearing. The Gengar Morph chose not to acknowledge the Raichu Morph at the lakeside, and instead, quickly made his way towards Vida, standing over her, standing above her as triumphantly, his legs straddled her downed form.

"Our little game of Cat and Mouse is over now.." He chortled, licking his lips, as if she were a slab of prime meat cut up and laid out for his convenience.

"I caught you fair and square, and its high time that you admitted defeat."

Ooc: Vida fell in front of David, if nobody else got that.
 
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