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Pokemorph Liberation Force: Kanto

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A flash of fur and Clove was saved. The rookie Arcanine Morph had risked her own skin to save Clove. Jade could smell the blood from where she stood. Before she could stop either of them, Jack and Lakel decided it would be a good idea if they distracted Sabrina. A feeble ice beam and suddenly Jack was jumping up the side of the building toward the dangerous morph. What the hell are they doing?

"Jack! You'll get yourself killed!" she practically screamed. Hadn't they ever heard the saying "Don't poke the bear"? These new recruits had guts, she'd give them that. Jack had fallen. Her aura was blinding now. She could take out dozens... but she never got the chance...

"JACK! This is an order! Tell everyone now. Start retreating to the rendevous. Thats an order!" Clove was on his feet, his aura now even darker than Jade's. Leave? The thought made her wince. She could help Clove. She was dark type! He couldn't do this by himself!

Yes he can.

She wasn't sure where her reasurrance came from but she knew she'd have to save her determination for another day. She closed her eyes momentarily, hoping against hope that their leader would make it out alive. "You heard the man!" she yelled to no teammate in particular, "Let's move! NOW!" She motioned to them to follow her as she made her way through the rubble of Saffron back outside. Before she left she made sure to grab Aisha, throwing the Arcanine Morph over her shoulder

Clove knew this would happen. Jade's legs ached but she ran, looking back every so often to make sure her team was with her. That no one was left behind. No one...
Except Clove.
Wonder what the commander will have to say about this? She frowned, not looking forward to their next briefing. She assumed Misty dead for she just remembered hearing a blood curtling scream and an explosion some time back. I never saw her...her warped self...At first disappointed, Jade considered herself lucky for not witnessing what morphing had done to yet another gym leader; these were people she used to idolise. Why did all this have to happen?

She stopped, successfully reaching the rendevous point, and waited for everyone to gather. Jade wondered momentarily if she should say something, but found she had no words. She hung her head instead.

We failed.
 
<<OOC: Namora, what exactly is your character called? You used both 'Jake' and 'Jack' in your last post.>>

"JACK! This is an order! Tell everyone now. Start retreating to the rendezvous. That's an order!"
My eyes flickered up. I was, frankly, amazed that I could even move. Sabrina leered at the world in general, her face only displaying a slight annoyance that Clove was living and seemed okay. She didn't take you seriously, Lapras told me. She could have killed you in your state if she wanted to, but she's toying with us. She's hunting us. She knows that she's strong enough to take out all of us, injured as we are.

I got up and started to lope in a strange fashion towards the rendezvous. I wish I was strong. I wish I could do something. Anything. But Sabrina...she was something else. Jack's Flamethrower had been the strongest I'd ever seen, and she had parted it just like that. My pathetic excuse for an Aurora Beam must have felt like a fly to her. Now I was running. Running away. I highly, highly doubted that all of us were going to get out of this alive.

Especially Clove.

They...they were way out of my league, though. I could do nothing but run.

Misty had fallen, apparently. And for what? This hell of a day?

I remembered struggling to keep up with the truck in the drizzle and the mud - it had seemed so long ago. Then, it had still seemed like a game.
I looked around at the group of people gathering around the rendezvous. Most were injured. Some unconscious. A few looked like they had broken ribs and crushed organs.

A game? Anything but.
 
OOC: Just a typo that I didn't catch until now

As Jack lay on the roof, everything seemed to be going in slow motion. He blearily saw Sabrina walking toward him, a murderous look in her eyes, and he tried to rise to face her again, but his body wouldn't cooperate. It seemed strangely numb from the impact, and as he drifted in and out of consciousness, Sabina seemed to skip from movement to movement like skipping scenes on a DVD.

Suddenly, Clove was on the roof, which jolted Jack back to full awareness as effectively as if a bucket of ice water had been poured on him. The black aura surrounding his leader was so powerful that even he, a morph who wasn't a dark type, could feel its power. Again he tried to stand, but this time he managed to stagger to his feet, grabbing to now mangled guard rail for support.

Clove shouted something to him, but through the loud ringing in his ears, he could only catch, "Jack!........ retreat-....... rendezvous........" and hoped that he had heard enough to understand. Retreat? He couldn't believe that he was being asked to run away again, and the Pokemon inside of him also rebelled strongly at such a notion. His instincts told him to keep fighting until either he was dead or every bone in his body was broken, but when he saw the hollow look in Clove's eyes, he knew that he had no choice. Even as he stood there, the numbness in his body was disappearing, replaced by waves of pain, especially in his head and left arm. He could see blood dripping from his arm, and when he touched the back of his head, it was sticky with blood as well.

Knocking Sabrina off the roof, Clove followed, leaving Jack alone. Jack knew that the only option he had was to leave him to fight alone, but it sickened him and went against what he believed in. If he would've been able to keep up with them, he probably would've never even considered leaving. "You........better.........not........die," he muttered with an effort, though he knew that Clove couldn't hear him.

Walking to the edge of the building, he leaped to a lower building. When his legs made contact with the roof, they gave out on him, and he fell to his knees. Biting back a string of curses, he barely forced his unruly body back up and somehow jumped to the ground without falling again. He spotted his comrades already running to the rendezvous several feet ahead of him, though he seemed to be seeing doubles of them. With only adrenaline keeping him going, he almost lost sight of them several times, and by the time they finally stopped, he was swaying from side to side like a drunk.

Falling to his hands and knees, he vomited onto the ground, and the ringing in his ears rose to an almost unbearable volume. He tried to stand again, but he seemed to have no strength left. He sagged to the right and fell unconscious.
 
'Did you every wonder what life would be like after this war? How people would rebuild they're lives and go back to normal. Or perhaps how things would change and Pokemon training would come to a halt due to the corruption the gym leaders went through? How children would be so upset to see the once great gym leaders fall, the ones they looked up to the most when they were travelling, hoping to be like them one day? Perhaps we'll loose and the world will be over run by morphs, enslaved by the leaders and forced to do things that no human or morph should have to suffer and we'll be either sitting there watching as our attempts fail and the world falls further and further into darkness…or dead.'

'I've always wondered. I always think to myself, how things would be for me if things went back to normal. Would I be accepted as a hero, a saviour of the human race and the slayer of the morphs who threatened to enslave the world…or would I be looked at as one of them, shunned and jailed due to my being too dangerous to be kept of the leash? I don't think I could cope with that. I think I'll go into hiding before this is over, before I have time to be enslaved or jailed for being different. It's a shame really, that we all met like this. The team I mean…It would have been cool if we all could have been friends and not team mates. I mean, we have the same thoughts and aims in life, and it just so happens that we were thrown together in a life or death situation.'

'Perhaps you could be friends.'

'Perhaps, or perhaps we'll all have to see each other die in battle. I'm only a rookie, I'm the newest member of the team and I'm not ready to say goodbye to them yet. I've only just met them and I'm only just now getting the feel for this battle. I've never been a fighter and I guess it's showing, I was the slowest one back there, it took me ages to take out that Kadabra morph.'

'But you're the one who saved Clove. You must give yourself some credit for that.'

'I guess, but I have a feeling things are going to get worse from here on. I may not be able to save them all the time…there's going to be losses along the way and I'm just scared that my being a rookie is going to mean my downfall a little early in the game, I'm already unconscious.'

'Don't think yourself lower than them just because your new to this. You can do it and you know you can."

"We can…"

"Yes."

"Did you ever wonder…what it would be like?"

"What it would be like?"

…...............

Aisha awoke, her eyelashes fluttering as the light hit her emerald eyes hard making her squint. She tried to raise a hand to shield her eyes from the sun but found she couldn't. Instead a sharp pain ran through her chest as she gave a sudden groan as she grit her teeth in pain. "What the?"
Then it all flooded back to her. She had saved Clove and she had paid for it. Her regeneration had kicked in fast and was working wonders, but the fall had been bad. She had not thought before she had leapt and for that she found herself face first hitting the ground. But as far as she knew, Clove was fine.
"Clove?" She muttered, alerting anyone who cared that she was awake.
"I had…had the most weird dream…" She spoke, her head a little fuzzy and still concentrating on the debate that she had had with herself when she had been unconscious.
"Is-is C-clove alright?" She whispered through grit teeth.
As she regained her sight, she found that she was not in the centre of the city any longer, instead she was at the rendezvous point with a few of the other members. Jade was standing closest to her.
She frowned and tried to sit up a little straighter than what she already was. She had been placed up against a wall to rest. She hissed as another shooting pain flowed through her but she ignored it after a while and instead concentrated on the fact that Clove wasn't there.
"Where's Clove?!"
 
Lakel was with her, Jack had just fainted, and Aisha had just woken up. She had been twitching a bit in her sleep, but Jade figured she had just been dreaming.
Nightmares probably
Where are the others? Alice, Travis, Plum, Lilith...They had not been behind her. Alice and Lilith had probably taken out Misty...she hoped Travis and Plum had stuck together.

"Clove?" Jade turned to see Aisha waking. "I had…had the most weird dream…"

Jade came closer to her. "Oh?"

"Is-is C-clove alright?" She whispered through grit teeth, ignoring Jade. She didn't have the heart to answer Aisha. The only words that came to mind were I have no idea. That would hardly be comforting.
The Arcanine morph seemed to be taking in her surroundings. Jade's green eyes watched as confusion dawned on Aisha's face.
"Where's Clove?!"
Jade knelt down next to her, putting a gloved hand on her shoulder, "He's still in Saffron..." she paused, making sure to look Aisha green eye to green eye, "But he's going to live. Please trust me, he won't..." she couldn't say it. She wanted so bad to say Clove wouldn't die. To give this young women hope. "He won't fail. Clove won't leave us until his time comes, until that day when his job is done." Jade stood, talking to all three rookies, now, that managed to follow her out, "Today is not that day."

Leaving them with her words, she took her rather battered phone out and sent a text to Lilith, Travis, Alice, Plum, and Clove.
Lakel, Jack, and Aisha are with me at the rendevous point. Please respond if you're able.

A van drove up and the driver rolled down their window. Jade made her way over to it, keeping a close eye on her teammates. "Hey! You a high rankin' officah?" the man asked her.

Jade hesitated only a second before nodding, "I'm the highest ranking officer present, yes."

"Where's, uh, dat Clove guy?" he asked, picking something out of his teeth.

Jade clenched her jaw, "Look, I have some injured team members here, I was told there was a nearby town willing to help?"

The driver was thrown off by her directness, "Uh, yeah," he said, rather stupidly.

"Good, let's get these guys there right away, eh?" Jade said very sternly. She turned on her heel and picked up Jack, avoiding his vomit, and motioned to the others. "Come on you guys. The battle may be over, but the war isn't. We all need some rest."

She set Jack on his side in the van, "Watch over him til you get there." She didn't wait for protests, she had made this decision only moments before they ran away from Saffron, "I'm staying here and waiting for the others. No protests, I'm not leaving until the rest of the team gets out alive. You'll be safe at the nearby town. If you need anything don't hesitate to contact me," and with that she slammed the van door shut.

Without waiting to see the van off, Jade ran back toward the city. She stopped many yards before that, near a forest that they had passed on their way out, and felt a presence there. "Clove?"
 
A soft melody played through the air, accompanied by a welcomed smell of food that gently wafted through the air. Clove's eyes quickly popped open and he sprang upward, sitting up and taking in his surroundings quickly. A small shack-like place with a couple rooms branching off in either direction. He looked around, running his fingers through the brown hair on his bare head. He quickly looked around, finding his hat on the ground and placing it on his head, pulling it down low over his eyes to its normal position. Finally taking focus, he noticed a figure standing in the room next to him. The mystery figure quickly spoke before Clove could muster anything.

"That didn't take long... you fell from a pretty hefty distance, I saw the whole thing..." A deep, soothing voice called from the other room. It approached the door to reveal a tall man with deep brown skin and tan rings around his arms and legs. Clove instantly tried to stand up but dropped to the ground when a bolt of extreme pain shot through his body, dropping him immobile to the ground.

"Don't be alarmed, I'm not going to hurt you. My names Koichi. I--"

"was the leader of old fighting gym before Sabrina took it over 11 years ago. Celadon gym used to be full of newspaper articles about your victories...before Sabrina dethroned you. A few years later this crap happened..." Clove quickly interjected, finish the thought with his own.

"I see you're familiar with me. Were you a member of Erika's gym I assume? And a male no less. You must have been something special to have been a man in that gym." Koichi responded, pulling a chair next to Clove who was still unable to move his body. "Your muscles will need time to heal but you have amazing recovery. A fall like that... you should have been out for days."

"I'd prefer not to speak of Celadon gym. Or Erika. How do you know so much about my condition? How long will my muscles be like this?" Clove responded, quickly wanting answers.

"I'll leave the Celadon topic alone... its none of my business. But your condition, its a side effect of the 5th move, Superpower."

Cloves eyes widened at the mention of superpower and 5th move. Sabrina's words echoed through his mind.

"You don't even know you're own 5th move. That fool who was in charge of the fighting gym used the exact same one as you, hmpf, Superpower. All brute force but look what it did to your little body. That pathetic fool got the same treatment. Get out of my city."

"So you...you tried to stop Sabrina by yourself at the beginning of the morph revolution, didn't you? ...The same treatment... she didn't finish you off. She was just toying with you like she did me. The 5th move... what is it? How can you control something like that?"

"hohoho... so many questions...what happened between Sabrina and I isn't important. But the attack you just used against Sabrina however is crucial. The 5th move is a wide variety of techniques that are determined by the reaction between human and pokemon inside a morph. The human mind draws the dominant type of the pokemon closer, allowing the combination of the two in a powerful attack. In both of our cases, it manifested in the form of Superpower. And as you saw i'm sure after releasing yours... Sabrina's is Recover. Most of the other gym leaders quickly learned to harness the power of the 5th move after its initial discovery...in my battle against Sabrina. It came down to the wire but she unleashed her potential in the heat of battle just as I had lost all control of my conscious, letting Superpower take over."

"Take over?"

"If you let Superpower's natural thirst for power consume you, you'll lose control of your body, fighting anything until you finally just can't move anymore. But hey... thats kind of depressing. It only happens if you let it. Maintaining focus is the key during Superpower. But from what i saw...your dark side created your ability to use Superpower. Be careful. The reaction your dark type can have on Superpower could be very dangerous."

"Thats all great and good but... I don't even know how I did it..." Clove responded bluntly.

"You need to sit... and get in touch with your partner. Communicate with him. It was your partner's will for you to survive that brought that out. Superpower shows that your pokemon was willing to do anything to keep you alive, even let darkness consume you. Its a very noble attack to be given. Once you and your partner can connect regularly, you will have full access to your 5th move."

"How do I know you're not just full of it..." Clove said, eying the man. Clearing boasting, wanting a show of strength.

The old man simply smiled, standing up and quickly flexing into an angry face as a red aura burst outward around his body instantly. His heightened state made the air feel tense with pressure before he turned the attack off.

"Simply using it for that long wont cause any major damage. But the longer you fight with it, the worse your body is. What you feel now is minor and will probably become less severe with training. But if you let Superpower run you to the limit without stopping it yourself. Prepare to be completely immobile for at least a day with your recovery speed. And thats without OTHER major injuries..." Koichi said to Clove, following his demonstration. "You should be well enough to walk now, you've been conscious long enough."

Clove looked surprised at first, but quickly moved his legs, and slowly stood up, surprised at Koichi's accuracy on his condition.

"I've had plenty of time to learn...You'll be rough at first but I have faith. Your friends seem up to the task as well. Hell of a team you got there." Koichi said to Clove as Clove pulled his white t-shirt over his head.

"Ya...they're a good bunch. I owe a lot of them my life. Which is why I can't afford to stop now." Clove responded, fixing his clothes a bit more. "By the way, did you see a small little gadget... looks like a cell phone?"

"You mean this thing?" Koichi responded, standing up and walking to the window sill. He picked up two pieces of plastic and tossed them to Clove. Two halves of his communicator.

"...yup. This thing. Guess its no good now." Clove responded, moving slowly to the door. He still had a small limp and stumbled a bit into the wall.

"Here, take this walking stick and cloak, I know you want to get to that team of yours. And it'll no doubt be dark and cold soon" Koichi quickly said, grabbing a stick from against the wall and cloak from the nearby rack.

"...thanks. You're a good man. I'm sorry though, I never told you my na--"

"Clove Wheldst, first male to ever be accepted under Erika in Celadon gym. Grass type prodigy and was expected to control the gym side by side with Erika. Mysteriously vanished when the morph revolutions started. Said to have joined an underground organization and is trying to take down the Gym Leaders once and for all with his team. I could talk about the rest of them too. You think you could take down Brock and Surge and no one in Kanto hear about it?! You guys are famous! Every citizen is cheering for you."

"Kind words, I didn't know you kept such close tabs. I'm flattered. Why not use your strength and join us if you feel so strongly?"

"My help is needed around here... there are always morphs who leave Saffron and stir trouble in the neighboring villages. They need me more. The world has you all."

"...thanks for everything. Which way might Parsfir Town be? I need to get there..." Clove asked before stepping out the now opened front door.

"Just head west a little farther then follow the river south when you get to it. That river runs right through Parsifir."

"I'll be going then, thanks again." Clove said as he flung the gray cloak around his shoulders and headed into the dark evening woods towards the Parsifir Town.



OOC: long i know :( BUT! more info about the 5th move if you actually read... haha and uhh ya, the rendezvous point is named Parsifir Town.

Jim, Phani, Samurai, and Gummy... could we get posts from you asap??
 
They just kept coming, morphs of both psychic and fighting orientation. She didn't know how long she was fighting for but by the time she had reached the now reduced Silph Co. building, the intense killing intent she had felt disappeared, along with any trace of the perpetrators. Projected spines laced the scattered debris as warped concrete crumbled under the lightening rain. Clove had been there, no doubt, but the remnants of the battle lying before her implied to something much more...extreme. It was if a nature had gone wild and ripped through the city, leaving naught a morph or pokemon behind.

"I missed all the fun..." she huffed under her breath, scanning the wasted battlefield, "Stupid Clove."

As the rain lessened more and more until no rain fell, the silence that followed it was almost deafening, save for the scyther-morph's metal-sole getas that scraped the shattered paved walkway. Drenched and battered, she slowly trudged through the aftermath of the battle, deciding what her next course of action should be. She had just spent the last half hour fending off psychic and fighting morphs by the building full, not to mention still recovering from having to amuse an elite no less. Still, she had managed to survive, all in order to satisfy her lust for battle against a morph of gym leader calibur. Yet she was deprived of such a chance. Again. And it was all thanks to Clove, the bastard.

Thinking about the cacturne made her blood boil and she immediately felt the anger swell inside her. She respected him as the PLF's leader, fine, and the fact she had been chosen from the Johto division to aid the strike force specifically, was just peaches. But so far, having to put up with the lackies and wannabies from each battle they encountered, was seriously trying her patience. All for the good of humanity? Right now, all she cared about was killing the next person she laid eyes on. She had enough strength left and was brimming with adrenaline. She just needed one more person and she'd be able to subdue her own growing intent.

Cursing under her breath as her back itched to break apart, a sign of extreme agitation and rising adrenaline, a sign that foresaw the parting of her wings, which she struggled against everyday due to the sheer ferocity of her strength if unleashed, Plum staggered woundedly forward, striking her scythes against anything that remained upright and in sight. Her sharp eyes flicked back and forth over the crumbling rubble, searching for something warm and still alive, something worth ripping apart. It was then that her eyes befell a fallen girl of familiar appearance, her long violet hair now soaked and frayed, her thin frame pulsing gently with each fainted breath and her trademark twin tails lying disjointed all around her. Alice Robinson.

Team mate or not, the scyther-morph had reached her limit, seeing the girl as nothing more than fresh meat, their previous less than friendly encounter not aiding in subduing her raging killng instincts, she snapped her fangs before shooting forward, scythes bared and eyes mad.

---​

If there was one thing Plum was fortunate about out of everything that had happened since Vermilion, it was the ending of the rain. Wearing nothing more than a tattered two-year-old robe which did little to hide her figure and even less to protect her from the weather and although she was more than likely to catch a cold, she was content with knowing that things couldn't get any worse. For now.

With one carefully place arm around the young girl's thighs and another supporting her neck, the scyther-morph trudged through the city bearing the girl known as Alice in her arms, while simultaneously fighting against the throbbing pains inside. She had still cracked a rib or two and was cut, bruised and scuffed all over. And in light of her counterpart's accelerated healing, it would take a least a couple of days to fully recover, even moreso due to the pressure she was expending in carrying the disproportionately heavy girl with the small frame.

Looking down onto which, she felt an unmistakable calm fall over her, the same she felt when lying on top of the girl previously, scythes poised to kill. Something about the girl's innocent expression put her off, and miraculously managed to subdue her killer instincts. It made her sick just thinking about how soft a touch she really was to not be able to kill a helpless unconscious morph.

Sighing as she carried the girl through the perimeter of the city to where Jade's text had described, her gaze fell onto a departing van, with not a single morph in sight.

"Figures..." she scoffed, lying the ambipom-morph down onto the soaked ground before scanning the area, "Where'd everyone go now?"
 
Lakel, Jack, and Aisha are with me at the rendevous point. Please respond if you're able.

The text came through the com device on Travis, and he read it. The rain had started to cease, and the power in Travis started to weaken a bit, Travis felt it, but it was only natural. He started walking, he didn't feel comfortable for some reason.

He began to type his reply:

"I'm fine right here. Dunno what's goin on. Just ended a fight...status of enemy morph is unknown. Currently heading in your direction. Est time, 5-10 minutes. -Mura"

He just sent it and walked a few more steps when something knocked him rather hard into the wall.

The Gallade Morph had returned again.

"You begin to annoy me, freak." he said.
"You took the words out of my mouth." Travis said. "Won't you just go away and leave me alone? Or do you wanna get your ass handed to you again?"

THe morph laughed. "You've just got extremely lucky, freak. It aion't raining, and your water attacks are nothing against me. PLF won't miss you if I kill you, you're worthless."

"Sure. But then again, Sabrina would have a good laugh knowing that a Squirtle morph beat Gallade three times before you finally defeated it. Come on!"

Gallade moved in...


OOC: Sorry for long absence...marching band is a killer in the end of October
 
"Watch over him till you get there. No protests, I'm not leaving until the rest of the team gets out alive. You'll be safe at the nearby town. If you need anything don't hesitate to contact me."

So now I was stuck. In a truck. Great.

My eyes flickered over to Aisha, the Arcanine morph. She had saved Clove from falling to his death. And yet she still looked unsure of herself, somewhat confused and more than a little worried. I pondered striking up a conversation with her, but I wasn't tactful or experienced enough in that area. Most likely I would say something insensitive.

I glanced away and lay against the wall of the truck, trying to see something different. The outside: but not the blood-splattered, hellish outside that I had just experienced. Another outside, that I would never find but in my dreams. A sea, stretching on forever, calm and soft. The harsh cry of Wingulls somehow drifting in with the lilting rise of the waves instead of splitting through them. Gorebyss diving merrily a few yards away.

Jack stirred a little, cutting through my pleasant daydream. My irritation quickly vanished when I thought back to our present situation.

Finally, it was over. Only one day, though, only one battle. Would it end, ever?

For us, yes. But we could never win. Even if by some miracle, we managed to kill off all of the Gym Leaders and their minions, who was to say that some more power-consumed people wouldn't rise up again? Who was to say that we were to stop fighting, ever, that we were to die at peace with the world?

And even when we were gone, the story wouldn't end. As long as there was power, the power to rise and rule, the power to destroy, there would be fighting. Fighting until the earth grew sick and tired of us and we were all wiped out by some natural cause. And anyone with power would get dragged into this fight eventually, and those without will would be the first to die.

The truck rolled on.
 
OOC: A few housekeeping issues...well two. Midnight Jasper i'm sorry.... but if i have to read one more first person post i'm going to put a bullet in my skull. please change to third person like the rest of the rp please. Samuraimaster i'm taking a guess you don't read the ooc since you've never even posted there... but whatever you're doing wrap it up cause you're not even suppose to still be in the city at this point. Gummy still waiting... you've got 3 days before i open your spot

IC: It had now been a couple hours and after frequent breaks, Clove was feeling much back to his old self. Walking comfortably with the walking stick now slung lazily over his shoulder, he had kept the cloak on since Aisha currently had his black shirt and the evening air was beginning to nip. Clove couldn't help but love being surrounded by the trees despite the reason he was in them in the first place. The shadows of the forest were making things increasingly hard to see. Walking into a small clearing, Clove looked up to the east to see the wall of Saffron a distance away.

"Hm... I should be close to the rendezvous by now... hope everyone made it out of the city alright. I have no idea if I even bought enough time for them... Clove thought to himself as he stared into the darkening skies over Saffron.

"So much carnage and we barely even accomplished anything..." he said aloud, sighing audibly.

"Having a bit of trouble dying on your suicide missions, Clove? Or did you just want to stay alive long enough to see me?"

A sweet, gentle voice called to him from across the clearing. Clove instantly recognized the voice. His eyes widened in shock as he looked at the girl he loved with all his heart. Her jet black hair and red ribbon, dainty figure. She wore an elegant kimono and stood with arms crossed inside of her sleeves before Clove. The changes of her morph were less than apparent from what Clove can see.

"You look surprised, Clove. Aren't you here to defeat me and reclaim peace? You look healthy enough too. The old man in the woods must have given you the Gloom Nectar based medicine I gave him. You're Wel--"

"I don't need your charity. Just what the hell are you thinking, Erika?! This whole thing isn't like you! You don't need this life and you know it! Why don't you just stop all this now and help us defeat them?" Clove yelled across the clearing as his voice cut the night air. He was now breathing heavily.

"Clove...You and I both know if I hadn't taken the actions I did, then Celadon would have just come under the same fate as Lavender will shortly! They'll just take it over and destroy any opposition!" She pleaded back to Clove.

"You... you've changed. You aren't my Erika anymore. Listen to yourself, you're a gym leader. Everyone looked up to you...I looked up to you... but now we have separate goals... Erika. I'm sorry, but..." He flung his right arm out to his side, pushing the cloak from over his arm, allowing the spikes on his right arm to completely extend.

"Ready to kill me now? Is it really me that's changed? I don't even know you anymore. I didn't come here to fight. Its... Lavender I really came to tell you about Lavender. They're tired of the PLF's actions and Agatha issued orders earlier today to level the entire city at noon tomorrow with Bruno. Celadon may not be entirely innocent in this war but Lavender is, Clove. You need to stop them, they've gone mad."

"...how do I know I can trust you at this point." Clove responded sternly, lowering his arm and retracting his spikes.

"You wont. I already know you. Even if I tried to assure you, you'd still doubt me. So just take these." Erika responded, reaching a few vials of green liquid from her kimono and tossing them to Clove. "That's the Gloom Nectar medicine that I had Koichi give you. Give some to your injured team mates and please save Lavender... please Clove."

"Clove?"

A familiar voice called through the trees a distance away.

"That's Jade's voice... oh no, she's from Lavender. We can't take a chance on this at all." Clove thought to himself, not bothering to call back to Jade quite yet.

"I'm taking my team to Lavender in 2 hours using the Underground Tunnel. But our business in Celadon isn't finished." Clove said to Erika, reassuring his return.

"Clove. Thank you. And I know that in your heart, you know that Celadon is in good hands."

"Enough. We'll meet again soon." Clove said sternly, turning his back to Erika and walking through the brush. Not long passed, Erika stood alone in the clearing, it was almost night now. From the shadows next to Erika, a small figure came from the darkness. A small silver haired woman, with purple semi transparent skin. Agatha's face was no longer riddled with wrinkles and old age but that of a young woman.

"Excellent work... You've spared Celadon a while longer, Erika..." Agatha cackled with a sinister tone.

"What are you going to do to them and Lavender..." Erika replied

"Don't be so naive, girl." Agatha hissed before vanishing into the shadows, not providing a proper response. Erika stood alone, before taking her leave back to her town.

"...Clove..."

Clove pushed his way through the thick branches and shrubbery before finally spilling out of it onto a beaten path. He brushed the leaves and twigs from his clothes and hair and looked up to see Jade's welcoming face.

"Yo." Clove said nonchalantly. After her reaction, Clove quickly turned the conversation serious.

"Is everyone at the rendezvous point? We're changing the orders. They aren't from the Liberation Force.... they're from me. Lavender will be attacked tomorrow. I'm going to defend that town until i can't stand anymore and I know you're with me. I wont force the others to go, its a dangerous task... but we can talk more about it at the rendezvous... come on." Clove gave a gesture, beckoning Jade to follow him back to Parsifir Town as he slowly began to make his way down the dark path.
 
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"Yo," Clove popped out of some nearby brush. He had been so quiet, but thanks to Jade's sensitive feet she knew someone was on their way. She quickly got out of her defensive position and greeted him with a smile.

"Is everyone at the rendezvous point?" he asked, but he didn't pause. "We're changing the orders. They aren't from the Liberation Force.... they're from me. Lavender will be attacked tomorrow." Jade felt her entire body tense.
"I'm going to defend that town until i can't stand anymore and I know you're with me. I wont force the others to go, its a dangerous task... but we can talk more about it at the rendezvous... come on." Clove gave a gesture, beckoning her to follow him.

She wanted to say something, anything, to her leader as they walked back to the rendevous point, but she found that her tongue could not function. It was her worst fear, coming true. The one thing she had nightmares about, ever since joining the PLF, was about to become reality.

And she was terrified.

With the rendevous point in sight she finally turned her head toward Clove and managed to say "Lakel, Jack, and Aisha are on their way to treatment." Her voice sounded so distant.

It wasn't just her home town she was worried about. No, there was something--someone--far more important to her. And if he was taken from her....

"I'd never forgive myself," Jade whispered, closing her eyes. She didn't know if Clove heard her or not and she didn't really care. Her fists clenched and suddenly she was very angry with herself.
I can't lose faith in myself this early in the game. I joined the PLF to protect and now the person I love the most is in danger...
Her clenched fists were glowing slightly purple, her emotions taking over her physical being. She remembered the day she'd made her decision to protect, to join the PLF....

"Jade! Where are you going?" a voice called her, full of curiosity.
Oliver, her childhood sweetheart, was running after her. His blonde curls wind swept and his breath ragged when he caught up to her. She stopped, letting him catch his breath.
He took her hands in his and looked into her emerald eyes with his sandy ones. Oliver's hands were always warm and she found herself smiling at the comforting gesture.
Her smile disappeared as she remembered what he asked. Jade glanced at Emmy, her Tyranitar, and back to Oliver, "I need to go do something, Oliver. It'll just be a couple days, " she shrugged.
"Are you gonna go battle someone?" he asked, glancing at Emmy. He ran a hand through her dark hair and she sighed heavily. He was not making this very easy.
"No," she shook her head, gesturing to her empty belt. Her Tyranitar was her toughest pokemon, but she'd never be arrogant enough to only take one Pokemon with her to a battle.
Oliver tilted his head, "Then, what's up?"
Jade always wondered how a teenage boy could be so innocent and so brave at the same time.
"I'm joining them, Oliver. I'm joining the PLF," she whispered. "I'm going to headquarters. Emmy and I will be morphed." Jade stared at her feet, afraid of his reaction. When he didn't say anything, she took her hands from his and ran.
"I'm doing this for you, you know!" she yelled, tears streaming down her face.
"You don't have to!" he yelled back.
She slowed, "But I love you. I can't let this world destroy everything we love; everything I love. I won't let it happen, " she explained as he slowly came back towards her.
"Ah, Jade," his eyes held such sadness it was hard to bare, "We'll be fine. This bond is too strong to break."
"I need to do this...."

"Clove..." Jade came back to reality, directing her attention to her leader. "I can't let Lavender fall, not with everything I love there. I will fight so hard...I'll make the PLF proud," she smiled, feeling sure that with Oliver as motivation, and Clove by her side, she could do anything.
 
OOC: Okay...I'll keep that in mind. Thanks.

Lakel heard the soft pad of approaching footsteps. She turned her head automatically to look; another morph, one who she had never seen before, entered on a trolley. It was an Armaldo morph - but not in the best of health. He had a huge, bloody gash on his leg and the plating near the horrific wound had been completely ripped off, revealing bloody, vulnerable flesh underneath. Lakel winced but couldn't drag her eyes from the horrific scene and she felt bile rising in her throat.

"He's...probably not dead," she choked, trying to control her need to get away. "Just...anaesthetic. Death would be better for him. He might have to have that leg amputated."

She both shuddered at the thought, and her Lapras spoke to her:
That might happen to one of us, you know, the next time we have to go through that again. That's what we're risking, really, with everything we do.

But if we win...

So what if we win? Big deal. Peace for about a year, until more power-hungry crazies show up and we have to go through all of the misery again. There's never an end, not till we die.

The human part of her wanted desperately to argue back, to put forth some concrete evidence that the world wasn't as bleak as the Lapras made out. But she was interrupted.
The door opened - and in walked Jade and Clove.

Lakel's eyes widened. For Clove to return, unharmed: there was only one thing that could mean...

"Did we...win?"
 
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OOC: Midnight, thanks for changing it to third person, but you need to stop bunnying other people's characters. Shadowfaith might not like you controling her character. When you talk to someone else's character, you need to let them answer.
I don't mean to pick on you or be mean or anything. It's just the rules.
So if you could please tweak your post a little, that'd be appreciated. =)
Thanks
 
Clove walked in silence with Jade for the bulk of the trip back to the rendezvous point. What could he really say to Jade... she was well aware of how serious the situation was. Clove looked at her and opened his mouth to say something... but quickly withdrew, returning to his silent walk along side her.

"What am I supposed to say to her... she was born there. She probably has more of a grasp of how serious this is than I do. Her whole family is there. No... her life is there. She saved my life back in Pewter, the least I can do is save her hometown...I'll do everything I can...ya...." Clove thought seriously to himself, definitely torn between thoughts. Going to Lavender definitely meant disobeying orders. What would the rest of the team think about this too? They of course weren't obligated to go on this mission and Clove would surely face a serious punishment for putting off direct war orders on Celadon to save Lavender. Not to mention... this whole mission was based off of information that he had gotten from Erika.

"No...if anyone even asks how I know Lavender is under attack... what do I say to them?! I'll just say it...There's no reason to deny it. I know Erika isn't evil. If it means being kicked from the PLF for talking to her then so be it... I'll just fight the gym leaders on my own..."Clove was beginning to gain confidence in the situation but still couldn't help but be a little afraid of the situation. "But the commander... I could be discharged..."

Jade suddenly broke Clove's thought process, speaking softly.

"Clove..." Jade said aloud, shifting her gaze to Clove. "I can't let Lavender fall, not with everything I love there. I will fight so hard...I'll make the PLF proud." Clove was shocked at the tyranitar morph's sudden show of faith. She was more prepared than he had thought. Ready to give it all up for peace just like him.

"Don't worry. As long as I'm standing, nothing will happen to Lavender... I promise." Clove responded silently.

"We...can do it, Clove."

Clove's eyes widened as he looked around, listening for the voice that had cut into his thoughts.

"Don't fear it Clove...we're finally communicating."
"...Cacturne?"
"I'm right beside you in every fight, Boss."
"...Thanks Cacturne...we can do this. Just lend me your strength."

The voice faded as Clove thought more to himself.
"Getting in touch with the pokemon inside of you..."

Conflict whirled through Clove's head and before he knew it, him and Jade had arrived in town and were looking at a door. Which on the other side, the rest of the team would be awaiting. Clove inhaled deeply, remembering the news he had to report to them. He took in a breath before opening the door and stepping through. The shocked expression on the team's faces was almost welcomed as Lakel was the first to speak up.

"Did we...win?" She piped up quickly upon inspecting his condition.

Clove stood for a while as the happy expression wiped from his face.

"Sabrina... defeated me. You should all know exactly what happened. I... discovered a new aspect of being a morph... something the gym leaders didn't want us to know about. A 5th attack that combined everything I had it seemed... I lost control of myself. I don't know what the other moves will do for you all, apparently it can be different for every morph..." Clove explained aloud. "...as powerful as my new attack was... I wasn't able to defeat Sabrina. But I came close. If we all work to be stronger, we can do this. Which is where the next topic comes into play. Lavender will be under attack by noon tomorrow. Under direct violation of mission terms...we are going to save it. If you wish to remain here, you can. But I'm going to save those innocent people. If you're coming with me.... say so now. The consequences could be bad. But I'll save these people no matter what it takes. So....who's with me?"

Clove finished, watching the rest of the group for any sign of backing out of the mission. The air was tense with silence while he awaited any objection.
 
"Don't worry. As long as I'm standing, nothing will happen to Lavender... I promise." Clove responded. His determination made Jade feel even more confident about her hometown's fate. She didn't think he'd want this as much as her.

She didn't think anyone would want this as much as her. Months ago she would have argued that it was impossible to love Lavender as much as she, that is was impossible for anyone to understand how important Lavender is to her.

Yet, here Clove was, changing her mind about all of that. His eyes, under his hat, were focused and unwavering. I'm glad he's on my side...Jade thought to herself, a little intimidated by her leader. The intimidation, however, was immensely overshadowed by relief.

"Thank you..."she whispered, as they made their way inside. "Thank you so much."
All eyes were glued to Clove; it seemed as though the rest of the team wasn't expecting to see him back in one piece. Especially not after an encounter with Sabrina.

"Did we...win?" Lakel spoke up.

Jade turned her attention to Clove, curious about what he'd say to them. Their leader had looked almost content before, but now whatever smile had graced his features was wiped from his face.

"Sabrina... defeated me. You should all know exactly what happened. I... discovered a new aspect of being a morph... something the gym leaders didn't want us to know about. A 5th attack that combined everything I had it seemed... I lost control of myself." At this Jade gasped. A fifth move?
"I don't know what the other moves will do for you all, apparently it can be different for every morph..." Clove explained aloud. "...as powerful as my new attack was... I wasn't able to defeat Sabrina. But I came close. If we all work to be stronger, we can do this. Which is where the next topic comes into play. Lavender will be under attack by noon tomorrow. Under direct violation of mission terms...we are going to save it. If you wish to remain here, you can. But I'm going to save those innocent people. If you're coming with me.... say so now. The consequences could be bad. But I'll save these people no matter what it takes. So....who's with me?" Clove finished.

Jade looked at her feet. The others probably didn't know she was from Lavender, unless they studied her PLF profile. She didn't want to see the conflict in their eyes as they decided their next moves. Jade knew she and Clove were powerful, but the two of them would have a hard time defending all of Lavender. The more team members, the better.

She clenched her fists again and waited for their responses.
 
Jack awoke to the voice of Lakel, his head throbbing terribly. Letting out an involuntary groan, he slowly became aware of his surroundings and realized that Clove was back and was saying something important. He eased into a sitting position and leaned against the wall to listen, grabbing his hat that was laying next to him on the floor.

"Sabrina... defeated me. You should all know exactly what happened. I... discovered a new aspect of being a morph... something the gym leaders didn't want us to know about. A 5th attack that combined everything I had it seemed... I lost control of myself. I don't know what the other moves will do for you all, apparently it can be different for every morph..." Clove explained aloud. "...as powerful as my new attack was... I wasn't able to defeat Sabrina. But I came close. If we all work to be stronger, we can do this. Which is where the next topic comes into play. Lavender will be under attack by noon tomorrow. Under direct violation of mission terms...we are going to save it. If you wish to remain here, you can. But I'm going to save those innocent people. If you're coming with me.... say so now. The consequences could be bad. But I'll save these people no matter what it takes. So....who's with me?" Clove studied the group intently, and for the first time in a very long time, Jack chuckled and flashed a brief boyish grin, much like he might've done before when he was still human.

With great effort and using the wall for support, Jack stood up and looked his leader square in the eye, which was a sign of strong respect and loyalty for him. He wasn't sure if it was the show of strength Clove had showed in Saffron- which a morph like him would recognize-, the speech he'd given just now, or a mixture of the two, but Jack knew that he'd finally found someone he'd always respect and would follow no matter what the danger. He knew that he didn't have to get up to give his answer, but he felt that he had to show Clove that he, too, could be depended on- that he had the strength to help. For a moment, he closed his eyes as a wave of pain washed over him, but he wasn't done..... not yet.

Taking his weight off the wall behind him, he stood unsupported, though his legs shook weakly. Determination shining in his eyes, he gave the answer he knew he'd never regret. "..... Wild Rapidash couldn't keep me away, sir." He gave him a wink before another wave of pain hit him, and he sagged against the wall again. He needed a while longer to recover.
 
Aisha looked around the ward in wonder. How were they going to keep up with the gym leaders if it only took one of them to defeate the team and she didn't even know if Clove had made it out alive. She lifted her arm to take a look at the long wound that defiled her entire limb, it would be a reminded of her good deed, but one that would stay with her forever in the form of a scar and if Clove didn't survive, it would be a constant reminder of the man and how the PLF failed. She felt tears warm the corners of her eyes but she was to stubborn to let them fall. She quickly lifted her lithe hand and tore them from her face in anger. "Man, this sucks. We got hammered back there and were not even sure if Clove's gonna be back! What kinda morphs are we!? We should be able to take these loosers no problem, there's more of us than there is of them!" She growled in anger, shreading the bed covers from her being and standing up, one would note that she was stil lclad in her blood coated outfit.

As her small rant came to an end, the doors flew open in a mighty whoosh and to Aisha there stood a glimmer of light and hope, for all she cared an angel could have been standing there. The rookies emerald eyes widened as Clove walked in along side Jade looking a little beat and battered, but alive. The Arcanine morph gave a loud bark of happyiness but quickly covered her mouth to shut herself up. There were only a few times where she had actually barked out aloud, she swore that she would never bond with a Pokemon that made any sort of weird noises ever again, no matter how close she was to Jake. "You're alive!?" She finally managed, bounding up to Clove and wrapping her arms tightly around him before noticing that both him nor her were in the best of health for such a tight embrace. "Ouch" She muttered, pulling away almost instantly and rubbing at her wounds. "Bad idea" She snorted lightheartedly. "How did you manage it?" She asked in wonderment.

She saw the smile disappear from Clove's face and was replaced with a stern look. She in turn felt her ears drop in sadness.

"Sabrina... defeated me. You should all know exactly what happened. I... discovered a new aspect of being a morph... something the gym leaders didn't want us to know about. A 5th attack that combined everything I had it seemed... I lost control of myself. I don't know what the other moves will do for you all, apparently it can be different for every morph..." Clove explained aloud. "...as powerful as my new attack was... I wasn't able to defeat Sabrina. But I came close. If we all work to be stronger, we can do this. Which is where the next topic comes into play. Lavender will be under attack by noon tomorrow. Under direct violation of mission terms...we are going to save it. If you wish to remain here, you can. But I'm going to save those innocent people. If you're coming with me.... say so now. The consequences could be bad. But I'll save these people no matter what it takes. So....who's with me?"

Her nose wriggled. "A 5th attack? But how's that possible, I thought Pokemon could only learn 4? But that's great news!" Her tail began to wag in excitment. "It means that were that one step closer to defeating them! Were finding out things that we weren't suppose to know and now that we do...well it gives me all that more hope and confidence! Hah hah! Maybe I'll gain the ability of complete domination over the element of fire!" A sly look graced her features until a better idea popped into her head and she held up her hands. "Wait! No! Maybe I'll gain the ability to travel to fast that I can travel back and forth in time...or maybe..." She saw that she was blabbing on and chuckled sheepishly. "Eheheh...you know I'm with you all the way Clove!"
 
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Plum opened her eyes. Having been graced with an although temporary moment of peace and quiet, she never passed up the chance to try and catch a few Zs while on a job. After all, being fused with a pokemon and forced to fight, it was little surprise that she'd become tired, not just physically but mentally too. Plus, with the condition her and Alice were in, if any passersby discovered them, they could easily be mistaken for a couple of corpses, which in essence didn't sit well with Plum but for the time being, she couldn't really bring herself to care.

Deciding she had recovered enough to continue on to the designated rendezvous point, she roughly slid the still unconscious ambipom-morph into her arms once again. Parsfir Town was only a little ways away, no more than a five minute drive, fifteen if she ran. So, mustering every ounce of physical energy she had left, the scyther-morph secured her grip over her unconscious baggage, gritted her teeth and shot forward, breaking into a sprint two meters ahead.

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It took her a moment to recognize the voices, maybe because she was beaten, scuffed and had several broken ribs, or maybe because she had just carried a one hundred pound unconscious ambipom-morph from the outskirts of Saffron all the way to the little known Parsfir Town. Whatever the case, she was now pissed but now acutely interested in what she had overheard. A fifth move? One that drew on everything in the host's body and could only be utilised on the brink of death? Far be it for her to judge, considering her usually reckless attitude and all, but it sounded incredibly dangerous. But also just as cool. And she was always one for showing off.

Busting through the infirmary doors, the Plum staggered into the ward, locating the nearest vacant bed before literally throwing the ambipom-morph onto it.

"So what?! We're leaving the weaklings to die now?" she irritably spat, half out of spite in having to carry the girl by herself and half out of frustration in addressing their next proposed mission, "And what's this about breaking the rules to help some unknown town?"

Collapsing onto the bedside, caring not for how close her stray scythe came to shaving the still unconscious ambipom's tail hairs, Plum held her chest to support the throbbing pain while objecting their suggestion, "Listen! I only agreed to help the PLF since they promised to back me up when I return to Johto. So I ain't letting some rogue mission screw my chances." realising she was very well stamping all over Jade's self confessed determination and despite Clove's allegiance, her decision remained absolute.

Her tone softening, she concluded her decision, "Sorry Jade, but I have people I have to protect too... Heh, hard to believe huh?" sneering slightly, she quickly continued to cover up her slight vulnerable lapse, "I'm no help in this condition anyway, but I'll be rooting for you. So don't go and die or else I won't forgive you!"
 
The bruised and battered team mates slowly made their rounds, agreeing to do the mission. Even the ones who had been resting their eyes were, for the most part, wide awake. But still in pain from what it appeared. As soon as his arrival came, Aisha leaped up, clutching him tightly. Clove's muscles were still a bit sore, being as it had only been a matter of hours since the the Superpower incident. A dull shock of pain strung through his chest but he clenched his teeth and bared through it until the Arcanine withdrew from their embrace. Her optimism was completely appreciated as she showed interest in the ability to learn a 5th move.

"Eheheh...you know I'm with you all the way Clove!" she said with a fang filled canine smile.

Jake had stirred as well. The morph which Clove had now decided contributed a great deal to helping Clove unlock the powers of Superpower. He had more courage than Clove could ever have, and definitely took a beating. The sight of the two battered team mates cause Clove to quickly flash back to the events in the forest a couple hours prior between him and Erika. He began to speak but another team member came barging through the door.

"Sorry Jade, but I have people I have to protect too... Heh, hard to believe huh?" sneering slightly, she quickly followed up. "I'm no help in this condition anyway, but I'll be rooting for you. So don't go and die or else I won't forgive you!"

"Hmpf. Quitting early again, aye? I wont stop you. But I don't really know how its going to look to the rest of the world when we're telling the story of when the PLF, heroes to the innocent, saved Lavender. And have to talk about the Scyther morph who boasted so much strength and ability, chose to stay home because she didn't have faith in anyone's strength. Like I said. I wont force you, but it just seems like you have a habit of giving up on things before you have a definite answer." He replied to her cooly, finishing his retort with a comment that he knew very well would stir up something from both their pasts that he was quite aware that Plum was not fond of by any means. He immediately left the comment to settle into Plum's hot head. He wouldn't argue with her about it though, he knew he was right.

Quickly remembering the reason he had so much faith, Clove reached down inside his pocket and pulled out the small vials of yellow-green liquid. There was just enough for the injured team members with two more for emergency, a good set up to be in. He tossed the vials to the injured and gave instructions.

"Its a Gloom nectar based potion. Its made primarily for Pokemon but should react with your human cells as well to create a fast recovery. Its not as potent for us as it would be for a Pokemon but you'll all be fine in a couple hours. I should have you know...Erika made them for us. I'm not sure of her intentions, but she saved my life after the encounter with Sabrina. Though that isn't important for now, so drink up. Those of you coming with me, rest up as much as you can. The opposition in Lavender will be fierce. We'll leave for Lavender after a night's rest. Until then, you're all dismissed." Clove finished explaining and ending his briefing before turning and heading out the door. He had really hoped he could avoid mentioning Erika but the team needed to know.

Walking out into the night air, he could see the lights of Saffron far off on the horizon. The town he had failed to liberate. He sighed audibly before walking casually through the darkness, there was too much to think about. Just how strong was a member of the Elite 4? There seemed to be so much more factoring into a morph's strength than there was for just battling Pokemon. Had the hierarchy of power really remained the same after they all transformed? If so that would place Agatha at the 2nd most powerful person on this continent... next to Lance.

"...Lance...did you really turn too? So many looked up to you..." Clove said aloud as he stopped to look at the starry moonlit sky. He walked over to a small bench on the side of the road and plopped into it. The air had a slight chill to but it was almost welcoming.

"Agatha could be immensely powerful...but she was just a little old lady...Bruno though... Bruno is a well fit fighting machine. No amount of hand to hand could ever be a match for that man. A master of brute force. And the PLF has no data any of the Elite 4's morphs. They've done good to remain hidden. Although we can be sure that Lance went with that Dragonite of his..." Clove thought hard to himself, took much was going on, but he had to keep strong for the sake of the other team members. They seemed to have develop a degree of faith in him that he couldn't let be in vain. He signed heavily again, taking in the brisk cold air. He could feel his body finally accepting good health and he sprang up, bouncing on his toes and feeling better than ever. Taking a martial arts stance, he extended his spikes and in the vacancy of the night street, began to throw punches and kicks at an invisible opponent. The moves glided through the air like wind and followed quick consecutive movements that blended together with each passing martial art form he glided into.

"The least I can do is train myself while we wait..." Clove thought between heavy breaths, training to both improve himself and work off the built up stress of having Erika in the picture again. As her name drifted into his thoughts, the movements slowed down until he stood alone in the street, breathing heavily. He plopped to the ground, sitting and resting his arms over his knees, placing his forehead on them and staring at the ground.

"So many unknown aspects..."

Clove's mind went a flurry but for some reason kept stopping on Aisha's face as well.

"How did an Arcanine morph save me... from that high up in the rain? She would have had to be fast enough to run up the buildings. A speed I was only able to reach when using Superpower..." He quickly sprung up from his spot and came back to the team, hoping Aisha was still there.

"Aisha, I need to talk to you. Privately."
 
Aisha took the nectar from Clove with hesitance, she had been forever weary of potions and remedies ever since the incident with the Tentacruel long ago. She had set out on another of her Poke ranger missions, this time taking her to a sea side city in Johto. It seemed a horde of Tentacruel were tampering with the tourists whilst they were swimming at sea, though not harming them the city was loosing money due to the lack of tourists visiting and she had been called in to aid with the situation. Unfortunately she had gotten a little too close for comfort to a mother Tentacruel and her children and for that received a hearty dose of venom into her lungs. She was fortunately rescued by another of her team mates and was taken to a local doctor who specialized in such venom's, but it didn't seem to be Aisha's lucky week as the so called remedy she was given only made her even more ill to the point where she was violently vomiting and had to have her stomach pumped in the closest hospital and even then she was forced to rest up for a good two weeks before she was back on patrol.

Either way Aisha removed the cork that restrained the liquid from leaving the bottle and took a sniff at it first. She recoiled a little at the foul smelling aroma before holding her nose and lifting the bottle to her lips. She downed it as quickly as possible before releasing her nose and taking a well deserved gasp of air. She shuddered a little at the after taste but soon felt the potion taking effect as it warmed her insides. She groaned happily at the feeling and placed the bottle down on a bed side table. "Thanks Clove" she spoke after licking her dry lips free of the remainder of the nectar. "I fell way better already!"

Clove left the room then without a word and the rest of the PLF were left to themselves. Aisha sat back down on the bed she had not long vacated and gave a long sigh. "Hmph, can't say I'm the least bit excited about this mission…we already got out butt's handed to us this time. But I guess I'm up for it, I mean…I did sign up for the job after all." She looked around and found that no one was really in the mood for long discussions and she sighed. "Ah well, best get some rest I suppose. Just as she was about to lay down again, Clove cam back in through the same door he had left by and looked directly at her. She tilted her head to the side curiously and asked. "Everything alright Clove? I haven't done anything wrong have I?" alarm coated every word.

"Aisha, I need to talk to you. Privately."

Aisha's eyebrows raised and she pointed a clawed finger at her chest. "Me? But why?" She had to admit she was pretty confused as to why Clove would want to speak to her and in private none the less. She stood from the bed once again and walked over to where Clove stood. "I guess so, where did you have in mind?"
 
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