The Pokemon Revolution (Erm, PG-13?)

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"Oh okay." I said, though not feeling the most of sympathy.
"I'll tell you my history!" I said cheerfully "I like to call this kind of thing a road story."
"Well, when I was about 7, my dad began to doubt Regice's power, since we never saw him up close." I began "So one night he snuck out of the city, and went to Registeel. Naturally Registeel would want to anger Regice, and took him in as a follower without asking questions. So now my mom and I are living in what you'd call 'poverty' which is why this skirt is my 'life' because it's my only skirt!" I said, my attitude quite the opposite of the story.
"It's not that sad, but at the moment, everybody at home probably thinks I'm a Kyogre follower now, because I used to study Kyogre the most, which probably means my mom is stuck in our house- not that she wasn't before -" I muttered "And is careful not to tread across angry citizens."
"Not very sad compared to you," I said to the ninja "But anyway, I don't like calling you spirit ninja, you've gotta have a name, even jonathan has a name!"
"So. I'm Icilia, and you aaaare?" I asked following the path along shredded plants I couldn't yet name off the top of my head...besides the moss...

OOC:Pardon if you already said your name Amaya.
 
OOC: Not in real life, my name is Amaya. This username just fits my attitude.. ^^

IC: "You can call me Spirit, because I barely remember my real name, and I'm not willing to tell you, one-skirt-toting Icilia. And Jonathan, is five minutes a long time to reach the lair?" I said hotly.
 
"Very well, that isn't that long," I answered, slashing a nearby moist leaf. It silently fell onto the ground in pieces.

Skarmory continued to stare upon the sky. He seemed quite, distracted. I wonder what he's thinking about right now?
 
I continued to slash at the trail, sniffing away the mist that got in my way. Somehow I felt a strange presence of evil, but I decided I was just feeling stuff like I used to do. Suddenly, a searing pain was emitted through my head. It was a high-pitched sound, but I wasonly hearing it mentally, and it hurt. "Ugh..." i collapsed, dropping my sword and clasping my hands on myforehead. "D-do you guys hear anything or has something gotten into my mental system?" I whispered, clasping my eyes shut in pain.
 
"What the...," Jonathan spoke when he saw Spirit collapse onto the moist ground. Skarmory, was screeching at the top of it's lung, flapping it's wings ferociously. it then slammed against a sturdy tree and finally toppled on the floor.

"Skarmory! What's happen...," I was interrupted when an ear-splitting screech blasted into my head. I held my ears in pain, trying to overcome the noise. I leaned against the same tree Skarmory hit. I glanced at Icilia, who seemed to be unaffected, not yet though.
 
"Are you guys okay?" I asked turning halfway so I could see both the ninja and Jonathan.
"What's wro-" I was interuppted by a...sound...that was screaming it's lungs out...
I slowly stumbled over to a mossy tree, and ignoring the slimy paste feeling under my palm, I started to breathe in short raspy breaths, clutching my head with one hand and support myself on the tree with the other.
I cried out momentarily as the sound suddenly increased it's magnitude and slid down the side of the tree, and eventually, as though it would keep the sound out, I shielded myself with a barrier of thick ice.
The sound was barely muffled, and within a few minutes of glancing wearily at Spirit and Jonathan, the shield exploded inwardly from the sound, and as shards of cold ice flew at me I knew I was cut against the upper arm, and across my cheek.
Otherwise I was able to stop the ice before anything else hit me, but with the unearthly sound blaring at me and the sudden use of so much magic, I wasn't able to sustain my consiousness, and soon, all the sounds were gone...and nothing was left. Except pounding silence and black.

OOC:If this is a mental kind of thing, then the ice shattered, because it was generated by her magic, and her mind couldn't keep them in the shape they were in, so the shattered, naturally going to the person that created them.
 
I felt myself glow with power I was absorbing from rest to stop the mental signal. Apperantly, it came from an enemy. Soon I was glowing dark green, and I was standing up, wobbling. Using all my power, I began to fight the power, until it soon faded. It was a strong energy source that made it, and I was having trouble fighting it. Finally, it left my mind. I collapsed again, gasping for breath. "I-I fought it off..." I managed to cough. Soon I noticed that Icialia had seemed to have passed out. "Icilia? Tell me you're not unconcsious, I've wasted too much energy to fight off this force and I cannot carry you there, and I don't even want to."

My hair was completely messed up and covering my face as I kept it bowed to the ground, and I was frequently trembling, trying to get up. Whatever, or whoever, had sent that signal was an enemy, but it was gone now, or at least for a while.

OOC: YOu guys.. please... please post!
 
(Augh, I'm sorry, my computer won't stop crashing. I can't really do anything until Metaforte posts anyway!)
 
^^; Sorry Again

BIC: My back began to fell strange and bright, glowing as well. Skarmory was in hi continuos cycle of his angry squawking when he woke up, just to ram into a tree again. With the remaining energy left inside my parlayed body, I slowly reached for my katana. Finally, I grasped onto the sword, just to be burned by it's stinging surface. My arm quickly reacted to the shock, but then grasped again firmly against the handle. Quickly, I pulled it out to see a whole new weapon. A crystal like orb was fitted in the middle of the blade, emitting a unpeculiar power.

Skarmory, who reacted to this event, sprung back to life like nothing happen. I too, slowly got up from the ground. It seems that Spirit was all right as well, I wasn't sure about Icilia though.

"Hey, are you all right?" I asked her. Skarmory then began his normal squawks and screeches.
 
I groaned as I pushed myself up shakily "That hurt..."
Looking up I realized that Jonathan had asked me a question "I'm fine." I said putting a hand to the bump on the side of my head.
I used my other hand and brought my index finger across the gash as it healed almost instantly.
"What was that?" I asked, as my head throbbed and a splitting headache cut through my head again.
 
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