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The Legendary Beast Pack

If you were observant, and if Sheila's fur weren't jet black, you would've seen the faintest hint of a blush at the nickname Ed had coined for her. But then her expression went right back to serious.

"I'm with Ed here." she snarled. "De loca groups. We are our own 'group'. Think of us as weak if you want, but I for one do not give a mierda about what you think. I... am leaving with him." she blew out a small pillar of flames and glanced expectantly at Halan. She had no intention to leave behind the little Riolu with that bag of Psychic shit.

"C'mon, Goldy... Let's go."
 
Words did little to settle the pup - and the emotional recoil from those around her didn't help either. That was until...
Fluff... the fluff was back... immediately her cries softened and movements settled, slowly, but surely, to not much more but a bating sniffle. There was something about that presence, warm, and soft, and calm...
"p- p.. pushistyĭ.." Anny stuttered, voice still holding a slightly warbling turmoil. She giggled, softly and awkwardly at first, but then reaching out to feel and touch. Was this a Pokémon? She couldn't tell, she hadn't met many Pokémon, certainly none this fluffy. It seemed to have a voice, a soothing voice - slow, deliberate and comforting. She pulled the fluff closer, nuzzling her face into it.
"p- Pushistyĭ!"
 
Dominic had already decided. Even if this team was separating, he had made the choice to follow them. So it would be best to get to know them a little bit better. Warily he approached the seemingly more open of the group - the little Erufuun, that was letting the baby snuggle into her fluff. Getting close he could see that the little bundle of blue and black was a Riolu.

"Hey." He spoke softly, not wanting to upset the Riolu by making any loud or sudden noise. "My name's Dominic. What's yours?" He asked, extending a paw to her and smiling. He also smiled at the little one, noticing how cute she was as she curled up into the fluff, happily repeating a word he didn't understand.
 
Pali looked around, seeing a glimpse of blue snuggling into her fluff. It was the Riolu, and just by being near her the pup's cries softened. This put Pali's mind a bit more at ease.

"Yes...that's my cotton... you can feel it if you want... it's fine... if it makes you feel better then you can be near it all you want..."

She noticed the Raichu coming near. He seemed gentle enough, calmly introducing himself to her. Yes, unlike the others, he seemed nice. Pali gently took his paw, shaking it lazily.

"Yeah... Pali... I like you... you're nice... and glowing... and kinda metall-y.... but mostly nice... I hope we can be friends..." she nods a bit up at him, smiling.

Pali turned a little further, getting a good look at the Riolu's face. As her eyes opened just a little bit, Pali noticed something...strange about them. She'd noticed it for a while. actually, how they never seemed to lock onto anything, and that oftentimes they weren't even open at all.

"Umm... I just noticed... little one, can you see me? Can you see anything...?" She waved a paw by her face and noticed no reaction. "You're blind..." Pali said sadly.
 
Paza looked around. "Wait-what?" I must have fallen asleep again. He shook his head and looked for the Alakazam. "Hey, mister. When are we going?"
 
So the stupid thing finally quieted down... thank God. Finally, she could relax. Her muscles became less tense as she felt the irritation going back to her normal levels of negativity... good... good. Her fur lost that extra tint of black it seemed to have.

She glared ruefully at the arrogance of that stupid Persian. The Absol was quite sure now that she didn't like him. What an idiot.

He was actually making his own, divergent group, which in the end just made him a puppet like the rest of them. These factions would probably split this Pack up... it wasn't so Legendary as she had heard of it...

Oh well. She didn't really care that much; as long as she got to her goal. He was taking his weaknesses with him; that the Peanut Gallery of Tongues would come with him too. Whatever. Less annoying babbling in languages she didn't understand. She wouldn't object to that. Weeding out the filth was always good to her.

She just hoped that Sprinkles came with them. She wanted to rip that one to shreds and see the tears of a broken spirit. It would cheer her up immensely from the stupidity of most of these nothings. The group that had come with her and Spoono so far didn't look so notable. There was... an odd winged Eevee, hm... then the Arcanine who seemed bloodthirsty... not bad on that... she'd rather bloodthirsty than happy. And a Gallade who she really didn't know much about. Well, at least it wasn't anyone that stupid. She felt she had made the right choice.

"Name's Naxalge. Call me that in the future instead of Absol. They're all just puppets too; following that Persian. He's an arrogant bastard who likes the smell of his own crap. We don't need him. It's obvious he has a penchant for trouble and getting rid of him would probably be best. We don't need that baby of his weakness slowing us down either. He's just going to go in and rip everything apart without so much of a semblance of a plan. He will fail."
 
(You live in a different time zone and you miss everything.)

Being a newcomer, Astrid didn't feel like she could help much with their discussion, but when the topic changed to splitting up, she knew what to do. "I... I think I'll join the group who will be rescuing the pokemon trapped in the pits," she said timidly. Was that the right decision? she thought. Why do we have to split up anyway? I just got here! And that poor little thing... she seems so lonely...
 
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"Very well, Naxalge," Frollo said, lowering his voice so only Naxalge could hear him, "I am glad to know that you of all of these pokemon share my sentiments. You are certainly correct in thinking that the Persian's ideals will cause several... strains in this group. I, for one, do not wish to allow too many of those strains to go on for too long. It would be advantageous to root out as many weaknesses in this group as early as possible, and then destroy them. The Togetic, for instance, needs to be dealt with."

He turned to face the Persian. "Fine. Do what you will, but tread carefully. If your group should cross paths with mine while we clear away opposition... well, in the frenzy of battle, an Alakazam of my age could easily forget that you and I are of the same group."

How interesting that a Dark-type - an Absol, no less - is one of my key supporters in this group, while the 'legendary' Golden Terror is one of my main sources of opposition. Truly... I cannot make too many premature judgments regarding behavior, though already, I believe that the Absol... no, Naxalge will be spared from my wrathful judgment.

But the Persian... though I do not wish to seize control of this group, to allow the Persian's will would be to revert the group to what it was before I did what I could to organize, and that's turn it into a group of naive fools such as the Togetic, or insolent weaklings such as that Riolu. We cannot have that if those of the pits are to be liberated.
 
Basaina snorted. Great - two bids for leadership. She had no reason for following either of them, though she wouldn't get in the way of the Lucario, at least, since he had been the one to heal her, even if only partially. His thoughts on a leader were idealistic, but she supposed a pitfighter could get tired of bloodshed and ruling with power. Not that she suffered from anything like that. "Lovely, we're splitting up," she said languidly, yawning. "The more kills I get to take, I suppose." A great deal - for her - depended on what would happen during all this liberation and raiding. She didn't plan to stay, of course, but she would at least see if this initial attempt was successful.

"I'm Basaina, by the way. The Wildfire." As if she couldn't resist tossing her title out there - she had been high ranked, after all. Proof, perhaps, that she was a good enough fighter to earn some respect, either from the Golden Terror or the Alakazam, or even both if she was feeling optimistic. She wasn't a blundering idiot like the Togetic; she was very good at killing, and since that was what she was signing up to do at the moment, it fit.

"You, Lucario, thank you for healing me. I'm quite grateful. I'll try very hard not to kill you by accident or anything," she barked mockingly, muscles tense as she swept her gaze over the group she had chosen. "So are we going to go or what?"
 
Flye groaned as he watched the pokemon split into groups...this isn't what he'd expected when he escaped. He had expected a well organized group of pokemon who wanted to help free the pokemon who hadn't escaped yet, not blood-thirsty monsters only wanting more bloodshed. For a pokemon as smart as Alakazam to forget the whole point of liberating the others...sigh...things would only get harder as things progressed. Flyte wasn't even sure what he should do now, his old plan had basically been made obsolete by this new turn of events.

He stood to his feet, feeling the healing effects of wish finally begin to work, filling him with fresh energy. They called Togetic a useless pokemon...but Smile had talents that they could have harnessed if they weren't so busy competing over who would run the group. Flyte was half tempted to leave right then and there; he didn't want to waste any time with foolish power tripping fighters. But if he left, what would happen to everyone else? They would fight, ill organized and alone, and they would die ill organized and alone.

Flyte walked over to Alakazam's group and, carefully weaving his way around the others so not to bump into anyone, stood next to the alakazam.

"Sir Frollo? What exactly do you plan on doing? So let's just imagine for a moment that you get to the Viridian Pits, and you fight and destroy the 'rabble' as you call them. Then what? You're gonna go to the next pit and do the same thing? The humans will just keep rebuilding their pits and keep forcing pokemon to battle. Maybe you don't value it as much, sir, but the freeing of the trapped pokemon is no less important than the clearing of the 'rabble'. You're incredibly smart...but don't let it go to your head. If you treat pokemon like the humans treat pokemon...then you're no better than them. I'm sorry, but it's the blunt, unsugar-coated truth. Surely someone as intelligent as you understands this."

Unused to making speeches, especially to someone by far his superior in both battling skills and reputation, he gulped and waited for the reply. Nervousness was biting at his stomach but he forced his gaze to be clear and strong as he looked at the Alakazam. It took every last bit of will-power not to look away.
 
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Everybody was splitting up... but Smile didn't know where to go. Everyone was arguing, and people were making their own groups and she had no idea who the real leader was. Xhan still hadn't said what he was doing, so... how was she supposed to choose? The nice healer eevee might need help... he had collapsed. Why was that, anyway? Maybe she should protect him?

He might need help again...

The togetic flew over to the eevee, who had just finished chewing out the strict alakazam.

He wants to be leader too much... I think the lucario was right. Leaders should be nice, not mean and strict!

Once the eevee had finished his speech, the normal-flying type asked him softly, too quiet for the alakazam to hear, "Hey, uh... nice wing eevee healer? My name's Smile. Do you need any help? Where are you going? Because if you faint again.... especially from healing people... thanks, by the way... I want to help. I know wish. And protect. So you'll be fine! And... maybe Xhan can help too? I don't know... so many people here are grumpy... but you're nice! And so is Xhan!" Smile grinned politely, ending on a happy note.

I like him... the eevee's a nice friend. And I like my plan. I'm proud of it!
 
Dominic smiled and returned the shake. She seemed like she would be a good choice in friend. He didn't know much about battling, so the nicknames being thrown about went over his head. But it didn't matter. These were his allies now and he'd sooner kill whoever attacked them then leave them in the hands of their oppressors. "I have no doubt we will be." He said, in response to her suggesting they could be friends.

As she turned her attention to the little one, he smiled at the Riolu. But at the suggestion of her being blind his eyes widened. "Are you certain?" He asked Pali, before leaning a little to the Riolu. She didn't seem to notice him...or even Pali for that matter. She just kept petting the cotton in her paws.
"What's your name?" He ventured. He wasn't sure whether to expect an answer or not, but it seemed best to ask anyway.
 
Xhan's eyes continued to glance back at the Alakazam, and the thought of going with their group when they weren't looking occured to him... Though, in truth, he'd almost certainly be wounded as a result, if not killed. Hm... What to do... He looked back at the group he intended to join. Man, that job can't be much fun... But it's all I can do for now.

"Alright, I'm over here." And he went to the side with the Quilava, as directed. Though to be honest, you would suck as a parent, Froo-Froo. He scurried up the nearest tree by the group, sitting on a branch, and dangling his legs as he had before.
 
Raising a hidden eyebrow, Hoss slowly sidled slightly closer to Edward and Sheila. He was most decidedly not one for unbridled destruction, or 'cleansing' for that matter. Their mission had always been removing the innocent pokémon from the pits, nothing more or less, and some upstart alakazam and his first-mate arcanine.

Honestly, all of this posturing and debate wasn't a marowak's style. Canines, felines, quadrupeds in general, really – they mostly enjoyed the dancing and prancing about of their kind, growling and raising lips and such. Sure, marowak had border disputes, sometimes even small wars, but at least they were straightforward about it...

And now the foreign riolu was cuddling a vaguely familiar-looking erufuun. How nice.
 
Frollo gave a tired sigh at the questioning words of the flying Eevee.

"As I have just said to that Riolu, this is a job on two fronts. One of the groups must do as much fighting as they can so as to provide cover fire to the other group, who will be doing the actual task of liberation. Divide and conquer, as it were." He glared at the Persian, "that's what it should be, at any rate. As one of the most long-lived fighters of the pits, and one with a victory record that is over one hundred and twenty, I thought it would be wise if I spearheaded the cover fire group. I thought I had made that very clear to the Riolu, but if you want a complete breakdown of the process, then so be it. This would be the fourth time that I told you to make your decision carefully"

He then turned his attention to the Arcanine.

She's the Wildfire? Given the way she seemed to hobble into the meeting, this is certainly a surprise. Perhaps she was simply brutally wounded during her escape, and that weakened her first impression.

Should I be surprised that my identity is rather unknown among them? I have lived long, and those weak trainers did hide me away for some time... so I suppose not. I suppose not at all.

"We'll be moving out very shortly," he said, "in fact, if everyone who wishes to be in this group is on it, then we can move out now."
 
The Togetic came over to him as he waited for the reply from the Alakazam.

"Hey, uh... nice wing eevee healer? My name's Smile. Do you need any help? Where are you going? Because if you faint again.... especially from healing people... thanks, by the way... I want to help. I know wish. And protect. So you'll be fine! And... maybe Xhan can help too? I don't know... so many people here are grumpy... but you're nice! And so is Xhan!" She asked him.

Flyte laughed gently at all the questions and tried to answer.

"Well..first off, my name's Flyte, not nice wing eevee healer." He smiled at the thought. "And sure, I could use your help. I'm sure these brutes could too, though they're too stubborn to admit it. I'm sure they'd love a little Protect covering them if something goes wrong. Which does tend to happen. I'm probably gonna go with these guys just for healing support, and then I'll heal the pokemon we help escape, once it's all over. I'll probably definitely need some wish-ing to get through it all, though."

Flyte looked back at the Alakazam as he answered. Flyte thought over what he said before nodding slowly.

"It makes sense..I can't really disagree with your plan, no matter how much I dislike how you treat those who don't help you. Alright. I suppose I'm with you all."
 
Lurkky just stood there. He had greeted them politely but they didn't seem to notice him.
he didn't know what to make of all of this; he couldn't really follow the conversation either. apparently they were escapees or something, but that was all he could tell. they certainly looked strange, but compared to the things he had seen in the pits, they were almost normal.

"Um, hello," he said, "who are all you people? could someone please fill me in as to what's going on?"

suddenly he realized that he couldn't hear himself speak. he couldn't move his arms or legs, either. everything turned white.

GRRROOWWOWWOW!

he felt his body move out of his control. Death again. but this time he hadn't blacked out. this worried him. he leaped into the air and tried to slash an eevee who was standing there.
 
Sometimes heightened awareness of intruders was a good thing, it turned out.

A flash of grey-on-black-on-grey. Claws extended, silhouette stretching at the winged eevee not too far away. Flashes of slashing attacks, bites, and assorted attacks spangled Hoss's vision even as he leaped into action, sliding in front of the eevee even as he brought his bone to bear above his head; the thick, ancient bone had taken far more abuse than this in the pits. Flames, ice, scythes and claws of all kinds and even stranger weapons, this bone had withstood them all long before it had fallen into Hoss's possession.

"Help would be good!" he bellowed quickly in the seconds before he expected the attack to strike.
 
Despite having less-than perfect reflexes (while unenhanced, at any rate,) Frollo's sharp eye saw the Mightyena take a combat stance. He figured out what was going to happen, but not enough to strike the beast down before it made its move.

Rather, the moment the Mightyena made a leap for the winged Eevee, Frollo switched both of his spoons into longswords. Even as the Marowak leaped at the Mightyena, Frollo was focusing psychokinetic energy into his muscles, just to put them into peak reaction time. And not one second after the Marowak called for help, Frollo made a leap so that he was behind the Mightyena, and then delivered a slash with one sword, aiming for its hind legs.

Was this a spy? Frollo wondered as he delivered the attack, or is there something mentally... incorrect with this creature?
 
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Flyte heard a vicious snarl and someone skid behind him, shouting "Help would be good!". He spun around, eyes wide, to see the Marowak in front of him, a mightyena leaping for him, claws extended. The Alakazam suddenly disappeared from behind him and re-appeared behind the mightyena, moving so fast he was a blur. Wielding longswords, he slashed at the mightyena. Flyte stood there, mouth gaping in surprise, trying to comprehend why the mightyena attacked HIM out of all these pokemon. Convenience, probably. But still, why? Regardless, the attack wasn't over yet. He closed his eyes and channeled his energy to the Marowak to provide extra energy and to soften any blows he might take, a soft glow emanating from him as he did so.
 
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