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The Legendary Beast Pack

Before Ammy could receive an answer, she was whisked off again, her saviour placing her elsewhere and seeming to leave. She let out a small yelp.. but she wasn't quite as frightened any more. Everyone, everything felt so... gentle, even in the emotional turmoil. Maybe it was a trick, maybe it was a dream.. and at this point, did it really matter if it was? And it was so warm.. and.. fluffy.. She felt something brush against her, but it didn't startle her like it may have, and she made a reach for it.. but it was already gone. She pouted a bit, and lifted her head a bit.
"Moya mat'... Ya nikogda ne znal yee... Vy znali yee?..."
She fidgeted around a bit, the warm fluff of the one now holding her wrapping her comfortably, and even cleaning her... she wasn't used to this at all, still making her a bit nervous.
And then her eyes shot open - out of pure reflex, more than anything else.
"O- Otets?.. No zdhat'... Ya....."
She pulled her arm from Sheila's tail, and reached to feel Halan's paw - eyes unfocused and looking into the distance, but filling with tears. She didn't quite understand such implications, but at the same time just... knew.
"i- imya?... U menya yest' imya?..... U vas yest' imya?..."
She turned her head slightly again, looking to be in thought for a moment.
"a-An' Shee.. Lah..? Shei-la?... I... am not good with.. language.. of common.." She spoke with a heavy slur and accent, "You.. you are not mother.. but.. you are so kind to me..."
Her eyes shut again, letting tears roll down her face. She didn't know what to think. 'Anastasia'... she had a name... had a father... it all happened so, so fast...
 
Frollo observed the Persians attack on the Togetic with mild amusement. Hopefully, this would get the message clear to the overly happy pokemon. If not, and it continued its insipid chatter, Frollo would have to make an early judgment.

Or maybe not a permanent judgment... just a more painful reminder that it will have to keep its mouth shut.

"We are wasting time here," he said, growing exasperated, "If we are to make any sort of 'liberation' on the pits, we'll need to move quickly; I do think that everyone who intends to be here is already here. So tell me, what are we waiting for?"
 
Following the sounds of Pokemon speech, another carefully navigated the path to find the pack. In the dark of the night the Raichu glowed softly, not wanting to startle anyone with his presence and reluctant to glow too brightly in case a human should see and follow. So his approach was deliberate and slow, wary of attracting the wrong attention and of outright surprising the pack. His appearance was well kept, even with his travelling, and his tail was kept low to the ground so not to act as a beacon.

Upon finding the pack he didn't hang around in the shadows - he'd made the decision to join them. Instead he stepped forward quietly and confidently.
"Hello." He said, looking around. There didn't seem to be a defined leader as most people were just milling about talking. "I'm here to join the pack, if I may."
He sat down as he spoke and curled his tail, waiting respectfully. He dimmed his glow further, now that he had found the pack.
 
For some reason, the Persian's show of attacking the Togetic didn't quite amuse her as much as she thought. In fact, she was irritated. She growled a bit and grimaced. So she didn't get to be the one to strike that ball down with words. The stupid Golden Terror had stolen her thunder and taken the spotlight away from her again... Peh. She could tell he was gonna be a big attention whore. Th Absol snorted and shook out some of her thorny fur from her face.

Wait a minute...

For a moment, her face fell as she saw that red liquid once more, seeping from the wounds of Sprinkles. On that face was an expression of... was it sadness? Or maybe shock and fear...

No, shake it off. Don't show weakness. Change the subject and ignore it. Don't mention it.

Quickly, she changed her expression to a rather neutral blank one as she looked away from both the Togetic and the Persian.

"Eh, Claude Spoono, they're not gonna listen to you... they all seem too wrapped up in their own insignificances." The Absol narrowed her eyes at the Lucario and the little bundle of fur which was revealed to be a Lucario; they seemed to have been espousing that stupid language again.

Then she saw the black Ninetales looking at her briefly before she too began to babble. Seriously, what was with the peanut gallery over here? Babbling in ridiculous tongues for no real reason.

"They're all just gonna keep babbling on ridiculously in languages we can't understand. Not really like I care though whether we save people or not; but I'd at least like to get going." As she said this, she took note of another insignificant nothing; this time a strangely metallic-looking Raichu. Great, more sparkles and glowing. This one was boring though; no discernible weaknesses yet. So she ignored him. Leave that to the Welcoming Committee, whoever they were.
 
While Smile was sorting things out about the persian, a raichu walked in, asking to join the pack. The togetic moved aside her confusion at the golden cat that had pounced on her and focused on his glow. It was like her sparkles!

The glow was mesmerizing, so Smile stared at it while the raichu asked to join.

Speaking of which, should I join? The persian is weird, but Xhan is nice. I think I'll join!

If she was joining, perhaps she should make more new friends other than Xhan. The bannette hadn't responded to her yet, so she flew over to the glowing raichu.

He's probably nice! He's so polite!

"Hi. I'm Smile. I'm curious, how do you make yourself glow? See, I sparkle because I have joy dust. Togetic make it naturally, and it makes people happy. But raichu don't normally glow, do they? How do you glow?"
 
"You make an excellent point, Absol," Frollo said, "all of these pokemon are trapped in their own little insignificant affairs to really care about what happens in this group. Perhaps we're all looking at this the wrong way."

He shaped one of his spoons into a hammer, and calmly strode over to the tree stump.

"If you could all turn your attention away from your petty social matters and pay attention to the matter at hand?!" At the last three words, Frollo brought the hammer down on the stump. Not hard enough to smash it, but it was certainly a move that would send a loud noise through the clearing.

And if that fails to get their attention, I know I'll have to make a few premature judgments, he thought, this group cannot have anything slowing it down if we are to hope to accomplish anything.
 
Leo was listening. He was spying on about three different conversations at once, and they all made sense in his head.

"...all of these pokemon are trapped in their own little insignificant affairs to really care about what happens in this group. Perhaps we're all looking at this the wrong way."

Leo was shocked at this statement. Well, for most of them, it was true, but at least they might be able to listen for once...?

Thump.

The thump rang out through the clearing as clear as the sun was rising.

"I've been listening the whole time. It's these babblemouths," he pointed, "who just keep on going!"
 
She found them during the night. Astrid had been walking for days, without signs of life anywhere, until the Electrike saw the lair of the Legendary Beast Pack, though she didn't know what it was at that point. Seeing Pokemon crawling through the shadows, she walked in and said, " Did you escape from the pits too? My name is Astrid." After introducing herself, she told them her story in as few words as possible, her shyness showing through all her attempts to conceal it. "I'll join this pack, I guess," she said, after hearing of the group's motives. "I'll assist you in any way necessary."
 
Paza jumped up, did a flip, and landed on the ground, claws outstretched and surrounded by shadow energy. He glared at Frollo, and then turned his attention to a little shine-fest. He walked over to the Raichu and Smile. "Hey, I'm Paza. What up?"
 
Basaina had also been ignored - not just for healing, which seemed to be growing less likely each minute - but also her question towards the other veterans. Her own anger would have been clear if she hadn't found out that moving hurt far too much to bother, but she laid her ears back as the Alakazam slammed a hammer suddenly on the stump, loud enough that it almost hurt her ears. Not moving, she turned her head to stare balefully at him, before moving her gaze to the Persian who was now... threatening the sparkling Togetic.

"You," she growled, eyes narrowing. "Since you're too busy trying to start a fight, I suppose you didn't hear me. Because you, the Lucario, and the Ninetales, are veterans, and no one else seems to have a clue about anything, I thought you were the leaders. Are you? Or is there no leader, and do you all just escape, gather and then move in one direction like a ton of Mareep?" Rather brave words for a pitfighter that most certainly would die if attacked right now.

It wasn't really her fault that the Lucario was talking to the Riolu and the Ninetales wasn't close by - thus, the Persian had been the only one to approach. That he was a fighter renowned for slaughtering his opponents wasn't amazingly impressive, since she had done that too - but he had many more kills than her, a metal limb and was perfectly heatlhy, while she... wasn't. This was, of course, the perfect time to deliver scathing remarks.
 
Halan smiled down at the Riolu, then glanced up at Shelia. He asked her to watch over his daughter for a few moiments as he fishes back into his bag and walks back to the Arcanine. He mutters a soft appoligy and steps closer, only to watch her speak out to Edward.

Leaders...? ah, she's vondering who leads this group. Curious...i haven't seen a leader quite yet. Though that Alakazam seems to be trying to get attention.

He steps in the path between her and Edward, pulling the bottle and cloth back from his bag, now opening the bottle and pressing the cloth to it. After tipping it a few times, he steps closer to the Arcanine and presses it to a wound.

"This may sting. But it vill heal the vound. Now...lay down so I may fix this better. Shelia, if possible, assess the vounds on Anastasia." He glances over his shoulder at Shelia, giving her a slight smile before dabbing at the wounds again. He then slides hi glance to the Alakazam and turns back to the icy neutral expression.

"Ve are listening. And ve know vhy ve are here. The question is, vhere to hit first. Ve are on route one, so logically ve should go to Virdian. Not a far valk, but ve should stick to the thick voods to avoid humans. Do not need needless fighting. Safe strength for the real battle. If ve leave now...it vill take about an hour through voods. But ve should first make sure ve are all ready for a fight. No not need valking corpse ready to fall. A strong team is only as strong as its veakest member, so ve must vatch out for one another and make sure ve are all healthy."

Halan then gives the pokemon a slight smile and nods his head, as if telling him to proceed.
 
"Thank you," Frollo said, glad that some in this group knew that action needed to be taken. Shaping the hammer back to the spoon, he continued:

"The Lucario is right. Considering that Viridian is the nearest establishment, striking that area would prove to be the most beneficial to our group's goal. If we must hide from sight to do so... well, I suppose that is what it is. Once we access the Viridian Pit, I do feel that there will be a group among us that will have to... clear away the rabble while others take care of liberating those in the pit. I... will be among the group taking care of the rabble."

For a moment, he glanced over at that Togetic and Xhan. Useless, both of them, he thought, I will have to keep a close eye on them during this run... just to see how worthless they really are.

He turned his gaze to the crowd. "Who among you would prefer to join with me... or to help liberate? Choose carefully."

After all, go with me, and you will be judged.
 
"I would like to help liberate."

His voice was as clear as the dawn; after all, he didn't want others to mishear him.

Leo's mind went back to when he saw a Skitty die at Suzanne's hands- or rather paws. He could have freed it. He could have prevented its death. He could have helped its family.

But he didn't. Now he could actually help for once in his life.
 
Xhan looked at Froo-Froo, or whoever he said he was. He thought about it for a moment. He'd been stuck in the wild for the past couple weeks, and found he wasn't any use at all. "Hey, why not? I have nothing better to do!" He grinned. I know some people here who'll hate me just for sayin' that I'm in.

His grin vanished, and he put his paw to his chin thoughtfully, and asked Frollo, "Hey, Froo-Froo, what's 'rabble' mean? Can I eat it? Why do you get some when others don't? Do you have food-greed?" He knew he asked too many questions. And he knew it pissed people off. That's mainly why he did it. Actually, he knew full well what rabble meant.
 
Blood shed and murder. Haven't ve done that enough to last a life time? But ve are vhat ve are. Monsters deep down and have no way to escape it. Ve are a group of killers and nothing more. Best to use vhat ve've got in order to save the other pokemon.

Halan focused on the Arcanine's wounds, finding some nast ones along her body. He ghosted his hand over the wounds, recognizing them to be welt from whips. He knew what those felt like all too well. Curious enough to him was the fact that the wounds look to be the first of their kind.

One not used to abuse from a human...did she escape vhen she started to get hit? Curious and curiouser. She looks to be used to battle, the muscle structure under her pelt and flesh proves a fast runner. Like most of her kind. She's not a stranger to battle....but little marks of battle on her. Hm...

He closes his eyes a bit, taking on a faint blue glow as he scans her aura coursing through her body. He then went further with the sight and looked at her bone structure high-lighted by the aura in her body. He didn't find any breaks, just flesh wounds and internal bruising. Her aura did she she was fatigued from her travel and pain.

She is quite stubborn...or strong. Could be both if she ran all this vay in this condition. Could also be confusion and fear as vell. Vell...can't really ask. I don't know her that vell yet.
 
The alakazam was cool. He shaped the spoon around as he talked of his plan. Smile wondered how he did that. Telekinesis, right? Could she learn to do that herself?

"Uh, I don't know what rabble is either, but I don't think it's food. Is it like rubble? Does that mean we pick up rocks?" The togetic asked inquisitively. "I think I'll go wherever Xhan goes." She decided quickly. There was no reason to not do that for her. She didn't even fully understand what she would do in either case. But cleaning up rubble would be boring...

I hope I don't have to pick up rocks though... or be with that persian. He's a bit too grumpy.

She looked around. The nice lucario was healing the arcanine, using some weird glowing aura power. That was an interestign power herself, though Smile didn't think she could learn how to do it. Those powers were exclusive to lucarios, weren't they?

Yeah, I think they are. I guess that means I won't be able to do that... too bad. I can probably metronome telekinesis, though!
 
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After Nevra had finished satisfying her curiosity about the Gallade, she sat back and watched everyone else babble away. She didn't know what most of them were talking about, but the voices were somewhat soothing.

The Alakazam in particular seemed to talk a lot and make a big show of being important. From what few words she could understand, she began to think that this guy seemed to think of himself as a very strong leader, even though he hadn't been with the pack for more than a day.

As he talked, Nevra noticed that he often reshaped the odd shiny thing in his hand. Wondering if she too could do this, the voiceless Banette picked a twig up from the ground, focusing all her thought onto turning it into a shiny thing like the Alakazam had.

It didn't work.

After trying a couple more times, Nevra gave up and dropped the twig. He was talking again, in words that she didn't understand. Establishment? Beneficial? What did these words mean? She listened more, then heard the word clear. Clear! She knew what clear was. Nevra liked clear things; you could feel them, and yet you couldn't quite see them. Clear things were fun to play with.

Joyful at this mention of clear, Nevra floated back over to the Alakazam, now with a smile on her torn face. Maybe he was going to take them all to the clear?
 
Frollo knew that the Riolu was simply baiting him. Typical of ones that were undoubtedly more than fifty years his junior would try and get under his skin. Nevertheless, the Alakazam decided that he might as well humor the fool, considering that a lack of response would encourage him more than a given response would.

"Rabble," he said, also addressing the Togetic, "is what you might call an object that has no real use in the world, and simply is in the way. Other words one might use instead for rabble include 'trash' or 'load' for those that prefer simplicity." Frollo gazed coldly at the Riolu, "In fact, depending on what occurs in this coming mission, you might find yourself with that title. I know already that this Togetic is rabble; very little at this point could prove me wrong."

Having delivered that little tirade, Frollo turned his head to find that the Banette from earlier was staring at him again.

"Do you require anything? I have very little patience for any more... distractions at this point. This group is being delayed from accomplishing the liberation it's seems to have advertised, and you are certainly doing nothing to alter that."
 
Basaina did not really want the Lucario anywhere near her, given that battle reflexes screamed that he could just stab her right now while she was helpless, and she had to move, but... She couldn't move, he had enough dexterity and most likely enough experience to know how to heal, and she didn't really have a choice anyways. So she snorted as he asked her to lay down, but obediently settled, flinching when he touched her. Not only did the liquid - whatever it was, she had little experience with medicine other than that it worked and other people tended to put it on her - sting, but she hadn't reconciled herself with the fact that he (probably) wouldn't hurt her anytime soon.

When he touched the welts from the whips, she turned her head, eyes narrowed and watching to see if his expression changed. It didn't, though, and she relaxed slightly, watching the Lucario take on an eerie blue glow. She had seen such before - she had fought his kind before a few times - but it was interesting to see one use it outside of battle.

"So you don't have a leader... Pity. I would have considered joining now that you're planning on moving and rescuing some Pokemon. If I wasn't injured, I could help in killing some rabble," she drawled. "I don't suppose you can just heal all of my wounds with that blue glow?"
 
*BANG*
Time seemed to slip by in large chunks rather than its usual, slow monotonous crawl out here. As soon as she had found him, it felt like he had gone - and he had said something, but before Anny could register, the banging. So it was a dream? a trick? her emotions kicked back into overdrive, and she flipped, yelping in panic and flailing about...




(hey. hey yeah you. pay attention to the context of the whole group.)
 
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