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The Legendary Beast Pack

(Time Zones + School = Me being two pages behind.)

Following the group she had chosen, Astrid pondered the events before they had left. I've seen that Mightyena before, haven't I? He went completely berserk and killed the Pokemon he was battling, then acted like he didn't have a clue what had happened. Poor thing... you could go crazy underground if you didn't have anyone to talk to. I was lucky.

Her thoughts then drifted to the other group. Who do they think they are anyway? They all actually could fight, the suffering was ten times worse for the rest of us! Being beaten to a pulp by bloodthirsty killers like them... and then having to go on, straight to another fight, without any time to recover!

And those titles... I've heard of those pokemon, from the few who survived battles with them. If I ever had a nickname, it must have been "loser". I've never been a great battler, it seems a lot of us haven't... but that still doesn't make it right for those who were to act all high-and-mighty and order the rest of us around. I would have preferred it if the group could stick together. This way, all we'll end up being is a rag-tag bunch of outlaws, without any power to help the other Pokemon!

"Was it really the right decision?" she wondered out loud "We all seem to hate each other, and nothing will get done like that. Maybe I would have been better off on my own..." She continued walking, wishing that she knew how to fix it all.
 
"Like it or not, you have nothing else to go for. You might want to see that as your motivation, though: make sure none have to go through what you did."

Lurkky couldn't believe what he heard. The Alakazam and the Arcanine didn't seem to understand. For an incomprehensible number of years pokemon had been forced to kill each other, trained and taught as if it were as obvious as breathing.

"Of course I want to make sure nobody goes through it, but don't you know what that means? It doesn't just mean freeing everybody. If they all think like you do, then this kind of killing will happen with or without masters to tell us. We'll be dead within a matter of weeks. It's best we change while we can."

Lurkky's head throbbed.

They'll rot if you let them live. The rot is far worse than death. If you kill with me, their rot will end.

He jumped. That was the voice of Death. This meant things were getting worse. The mechanics of his mind were starting to change. Death was beginning to take a permanent place in his head, an entirely separate mind. Lurkky's life had been taking a turn for the better, but things were going to balance out.
 
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Flyte turned and noticed Alakazam and the others getting farther away, and began walking after them. He quick attack'd up to where they were and fell in step a little ways behind the Arcanine. He didn't want to get too close. He noticed that other eevee walking next to the Alakazam. Well...at least he wasn't the only one of his kind in the group. A soft breeze caught his wings, making the feathers flutter in the wind momentarily. Well...sort of his own kind. He was rather saddened, though, about his shallow move pool. Were healing and running away all he was good for? Would he never be able to really fight for himself? The idea was depressing...he didn't want to have to rely on others all the time. And as long as he wasn't able to fight, he'd always be looked down upon in the group. Flyte sighed softly..
 
"Don't worry, Basaina, I'm fine! I can always use wish! In fact, that's why I'm coming! To wish up Flyte! Healing people makes him tired. Are you tired, too? You're yawning." Smile replied, ignoring the threat.

So nice to be concerned for me... but I'm fine!

Smile walked over to Flyte, not really paying attention to anyone else. He sighed and looked down... He was sad.

"Hey, are you okay, Flyte?" Smile asked. It seemed to be the breeze that made him sad... the breeze made her happy. After all, it reminded her of flying! But he hadn't flown at all yet... could he not fly? I could help him!

"You look kind of sad, Flyte. Do you not know how to fly? I can teach you if you want." The togetic smiled politely. I don't want to offend him if he can fly.
 
Frollo gave another small grin when he realized that the Togetic was in fact joining them, even if it was just because of that winged Eevee.

Good. All I have to do is wait for a battle... or rather, an excuse to judge that Togetic for being unworthy, and then...

Then, he heard the Mightyena speak up. Frollo gave another cold chuckle at these words.

"If those that the Pack frees end up being as vicious killers as we might expect, then so be it. As I just said, the world we live in is naught but a rotting mess, and only the strongest of us can survive through it. If we are simply destined to die prematurely because of our own actions, again, so be it. That was simply was meant to be for the world."

He continued on his walk. Viridian City was still some time away, and he hoped their group could arrive at the pits before the Perisan's.
 
Flyte looked up in surprise as Smile asked

"Hey, are you okay, Flyte?"

Flye smiled, glad that someone seemed to care, while Smile continued speaking.

"You look kind of sad, Flyte. Do you not know how to fly? I can teach you if you want." The togetic smiled politely.

To be honest, Flyte was quite taken aback by both the offer and the fact that Smile had noticed.

"Uhmm...Yeah, I'm okay. Just kind of feeling sorry for myself, I guess. No...I can't fly. Or at least, I haven't learned yet. Would you really try to teach me how?" Flyte looked at the sky hopefully, smiling, dreaming of the day when he could soar up there.
 
"Aww, sorry that you're kind of sad. But, you should look up! I can try to teach you! I'm not really a teacher, but I'll try. Now, first we have to think about flying. You're... in the air, suspended by nothing but your own wings. A bit spooky, huh? So, wing flapping has to be natural and rhythmic, right? So, do that. Flap your wings, and think about them holding you up. " Smile started unsurely. She wasn't really ever a teacher, always a learner. Plus, flying was natural. She didn't really know the steps.

She started flapping her wings, slowly but putting effort into it. It didn't really take that much power or effort to fly, but why not? Exaggerated examples would probably help. "Okay, so flying is like walking, but a little harder because gravity is pulling you down more. So walk with your wings. It'll be easy soon!" The togetic tried to be reeassuring and simple, after all, flying was easy for her. But she had no idea how tricky it would be for Flyte. But, Flyte was talented. I mean, look how he could heal!

He's going to be flying soon, I know it!
 
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Halan clicks his tongue, watching the faint aura of the other group silently as he walked. From what he could see, the puppet was thinking dark thoughts on harming one of his own to further his own 'importance'. He growled a little under his breath, then immdeately stop and look down at Anny and the fluffy one. He didn't want to scare them any further than was needed. The Fluffy one spoke, saying her name was Pali. She was a very calm aura, a good thing to have around a small child. He leans down and nuzzes his daughter, licking the side of her face a bit. He looked down at her eyes, wondering why there were the colours they were.

Why aren't they blue...maybe something happened?

Pushing it aside, he returns to watching the other group. They were taking their time at least, but they were still moving faster than he would have liked. After watching the aura if the Alakazam, he falls into step with Edward and brushed his tail on the cat's head to get his attention.

"They are making ground, Edvard. Ve need to speed up the trip if ve vant to beat that over-grown puppet. I suggest ve run" No sooner had he muttered this to the cat, he bolted off ahead of the group, holding his daughter and Pali to his chest as to not lose them on the way.

"Ne volnuĭtesʹ. Papa vyigral; T Let You Fall. Tolʹko derzhisʹ, i my poehatʹ tuda, gde my dolzhny bytʹ dostatochno skoro."
 
Edward growled a bit at Halan's words, and sped up his own pace; his kind were limber and strong runners, so it wasn't hard to overtake the Lucario, his feet thudding loudly on the grass. There was no way he could let that bag of hot air get the upper paw; he'd sooner eat his own lung.

"Come on, all of you! we don't have time to lose, I can't wait to see the look on the puppet's face when we beat his ass at everything!" The feline laughed, leaping over rocks and the odd branch.
 
Sheila was third to bolt, also overtaking Halan rather easily, but keeping herself just behind Ed.

Damn... he has a nice-

"Don't you even say it." There was that voice again. It didn't sound like any of them... what was it?

She'd think about that later. Right now, she had to focus. Focus on beating that fucking overgrown puppet. So focused on killing... she bet that he would even be willing to murder children, and she'd be damned if she ever let that happen. If she caught him, or anyone, attempting harm on a child... she would rip them the fuck apart.

And so she kept running, determined to get there first.
 
As he began to run, using his telekinetic powers to keep his muscles strong, Frollo could only wish he had the ability to mass teleport. It would make journeying to the city oh so easy.

Even with that in mind, I have to keep track of countless who are likely unworthy. As it is, the Wildfire and Naxalge are the only ones that I can be sure will be safe during this coming battle. The others, though, can't be guaranteed...

Frollo started to float, and turned to face those that were following him.

"We need to pick up the pace if we are to make any sort of progress to the city," he said, "anyone that is unable to keep pace with myself will be left behind."

With that, he went back to running, already preparing for the battle to come.

Just watch, Persian. I will show you just how wrong you are.
 
Halan grinned when both Edward and Shelia passed him, delighted to see that they were finally moving. He glanced to the side, eyes still glowing a pale blue to watch the other group. He lets out another annoyed growl and pushed forward more. "The Puppet has started to run as vell. Seems to be using something to make himself faster. Ve don't have much time until they all start running to the city." He yelled up to them, leaping onto a rock, then uses it as a springboard onto a tree branch. He continues to proceed to the next city by jumping from tree to tree, keeping an eye on the other group.

"It von't be long Edvard. Valking takes half an hour to get there. Running takes less...and you are faster than these pokemon. Ve should get there in plenty of time to assess the situation and prepare a good solid plan before the murder squad appears to foil our vork." He called down to them, holding his daughter and Pali tighter in his arms so he won't drop them as he jumped. He could feel his muscles loosening and tightening, threatening to lock up from running. He pushed through the pain and forced himself to go faster.

Its time like this he wished to have a little more power.

"Careful...what you...wish for..."

Vhat vas that?
 
The Absol grinned once again, a darkened grin, at Basaina’s statement about rabble. Though behind her grin was a bit of uneasiness. Now she had to prove herself worthy in front of these two new allies. He had always thought her unworthy… no matter how hard she tried. Would it be the same with them? What if she wasn’t… good enough? Well, she’d just have to try harder. She couldn’t be weak. Being weak in front of others like herself would be far more dangerous than that human, she knew that well.

The criticism of the Mightyena made her feel better and for the moment, she felt it was too sufficient and too perfect for her to join in. There was nothing for her to add; Wildfire had almost as sharp a tongue as her. Almost. Spoono wasn’t so bad himself.

“Oh, I’m sure they will. There’s no place for idiots in a world like this. The weak of the herd will be culled out. I can’t wait in particular to see… Sprinkles gotten rid of.” She grinned nastily in the Togetic’s direction, then saw that Spoono was beginning to pick up the pace. She didn’t want to get left behind herself, even though she probably wasn’t really all that fast. Speed was not her specialty…

But Naxalge put her all into this run too. She sprinted as quickly as she could after Spoono, ignoring her fatigue, her weakness, and stayed close behind him.

She needed to prove herself to them, and not only to them… but to him too.
 
The crazy Mightyena seemed to be trying to make some sort of point, but she found herself siding with Frollo without any argument. She knew what weakness was - a pup cowering behind its mother as she accepted the blow meant for it - and to have the world filled with weaklings that held back the strong... There was something in that thought that made her uneasy, but she shrugged it away. Strength was all that was truly neccessary. Only the strong lived. It was the way of things for every part of her life since she had been born.

Ignoring him, she twitched an ear as Frollo started to float. "Go faster? I thought you'd never ask. At this pace, a Slugma could beat us," she drawled, turning to eye the Pokemon trailing behind. Would they be able to keep up? Ah well, their own fault if they couldn't run fast enough.

Going from her almost lazy stride into a sprint, she grinned at Naxalge and Frollo. There was no doubt in her mind that she could keep up, or even outpace them, and she moved a bit closer, each easy surge forward matched to theirs. "Some of our rabble might not even keep up right now. What a shame," she said mockingly, glee creeping into her voice. "I wonder if I can burn the arena to the ground..." The fire would be glorious, an act of defiance to the world - but probably not something she could attempt at the moment.
 
"Uhmm..okay. Let me try!" Flyte said after listening carefully to Smile's instructions. He began to run forward and flap his wings in time with his run as if he was walking on air with his wings. The air thrummed around the downstroke and Flyte had to be careful not to hit anyone, it would hurt. Slowly, ever so slowly, his feet left the ground and he was going forward, feet flailing underneath him. He tried to turn back towards Smile, shouting,

"I did it, Smi- Whoa!!" Thud!!! Him trying to turn and shout had caused him to lose control, and he flipped and hit a tree. Hard.

"Urgh..." He painfully jumped down from the branches, feeling the sting of the impact.

"Ow..that's gonna hurt in the morning.." He mumbled under his breath as he shook leaves out of his fur and settled his wings back down on his back. He turned back towards Smile.

"Well, I flew for a second!" Flyte called out, blushing at the embarrassing crash. Suddenly the Alakazam said something and began running really fast down the path. Then the Absol said something about Smile being gotten rid of. Uh-oh... he thought to himself. Then the Absol began running after the Alakazam. Flyte, slightly worried about Smile and curious what that all was about, began to run after them, quick attacking to stay caught up. Ugh...if he actually learned to fly, he could keep up without having to quick attack.
 
Lurkky heard the announcement and sped up his pace to follow the group. He was worried. That Alakazam bothered him somehow. And there was no question why. There was clearly a problem with his logic. He caught up to the Alakazam to tell him so.

"I don't understand why we're doing any of this. It's clear that the freed pokemon will end up killing each other, and even if they don't we'll just end up in a hell worse than the present one. At least the humans could hold us back, and keep most of us alive. I don't see how we would be helping anyone if we didn't change things. It's selfish to end lives for such groundless reasons."

And that means you too, Death. I know you can hear me. Whatever "rot" you're worried about is irrelevant. When we live, we might rot, but when we die we have nothing.

"Death doesn't vanquish us from this world," his own mouth whispered, "it simply removes us from our boundaries. It frees us and makes us strong and eternal."

Quit trying to convince me. You're the one who's making my life worse right now.

He started to feel a bit queasy. Suddenly he tripped on a rock and tumbled to the ground. Startled but not changed, he ran to catch up again.
 
"If you believe that the humans could keep us all in check, then why did you try and escape from them?" Frollo demanded of the Mightyena. Before an answer could be given, Frollo continued: 'the definition of 'humans holding us in check' might range from an actually decent lifestyle to being abused, derided, and other such harmful actions. To many in this world, the humans are a menace that needs to be dealt with. To others.. they are no more than a nuisance. You may see them as whatever you wish, but do not make any assumptions as to what I see them as."

Hoping his speech had knocked some sense into the Mightyena, Frollo gave another small chuckle at what the Wildfire was saying about leaving the rabble behind.

She is right, he thought, I have warned them that any who are unable to keep pace with us will be left behind... and after we deal with the rabble in the Viridian Pit, I might have the pleasure of permanently leaving behind someone such as that Togetic.

Dropping his voice, he addressed Naxalge and the Wildfire: "I have realized another definite motivation for reaching Viridian quickly: if we can take care of the rabble and liberate the trapped in the Pit quickly enough, it is very possible that we could leave the Togetic behind to rot. Certainly the rate that she is going at will help our chances of leaving her."

And if we're really lucky, she might be found by the other group, and they might be the ones that put a permanent end to her.
 
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Hmph. That annoying Mightyena was at it again... Naxalge decided she'd help Spoono this time. He was quite right already; but she felt like snarking at someone anyways for amusement and distraction.

"Hey, crazyass. Yeah, you, the sad excuse for a Dark-type I'm talking to. You really think humans are better than this? Why not leave and go back to them? I'm sure they'd be glad to have you back... maybe they'd even experiment on your crazy ass until you saw sunshine and rainbows like Sprinkleface over there. If they kill each other, that's their own damn fault. They were too weak to survive. That's life. The weak are wiped out, and worthless. If they die, that was because they deserved to die, and were weak. So why don't you shut your crazyass up, huh?"

Ah... the joy of insulting someone was blocking out the pain of running. That was good, that was quite good. Naxalge added only a small malicious giggle to this as she saw that worthless Mightyena trip over a rock. He'd probably fall behind.

Then Spoono addressed her and Wildfire.

"A good point. Now I feel even more excited. She doesn't seem easy to rough up with words, I'll admit... but maybe leaving her behind would make her rot gloriously..."
 
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