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The Legendary Beast Pack

Pali looked over at the Golden Terror. Assuming "Fuzzy" referred to herself, she was a bit surprised she was being acknowledged by him at all, much less in a positive way. She wasn't about to complain about this, and if it let her get away from that creepy Alakazam and that mean Absol, well she was more than willing to go along with it.

"I'll go with you..." she said to the Persian calmly, yet shyly, "If by "Fuzzy" you were talking about me... I'd be happy to help you... and the little one there... though I don't think she can see you... or anything for that matter..."

Pali stood by the Persian's group, still letting the Riolu paw her fluff as needed.
 
Sheila nodded at the... fluffy thing, and the Raichu. "Let's go." she picked up the Riolu with a tail, ensuring that the little one would have enough fluff for now to keep her calm. Poor little dear... rendered blind by Arceus knows what. Human experimentation, sheer bad drawing in the gene pool...

...but thankfully the child hadn't seen battle. There was hope for her.

And now that Halan knew this child was his daughter, he had no choice but to come, since he would know that she had no intention of leaving her behind with these cretins.. and morons. Didn't need a child exposed to Sparkles or Froofroo or the bitchy Absol, after all.

He chose a nice name for her... I think I'll call her Anny. She needs a nickname. Sheila smiled at the thought as she followed Edward into the thicket.
 
They were all angry at the mightyena, and for good reason, but Smile was only happy that everything was alright.

I guess my protect wasn't needed after all!

Then, the absol was talking to him one last time. She was sad, but kind of superior about him, like being different was bad, or that it's his fault.

I'm sure he's a nice person inside...

Naxalge ended up calling herself the horrid queen.

That's kind of sad, Smile thought. She's not horrid...

"You're not horrid at all, Naxalge! You're pretty nice," The togetic inputted cheerfully.

The alakazam said it was time to leave, but the normal-flying type was still unsure about Xhan. Was he coming?

"Xhan? Are you coming with my and Flyte?" Smile asked, gesturing to the winged eevee beside her. "We're going to heal people!"
 
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The Absol grinned as she saw the Arcanine's death threat to that pathetic Mightyena and chuckled. That might've been fun to watch, that might've been the thing to do it. She especially relished the glare at the Mightyena. If there was anything she liked more, it was other people mocking each other. She fell a bit behind to walk alongside the Arcanine.

"Heh, yeah, that's my name. I didn't think I was so famous, but someone who's heard of me! Aww, I'm flattered." She seemed rather sarcastic; her voice becoming filled with a sort of brand of snarkiness that only Naxalge could deliver.

"And you, you're not as insignificant or nothing as I thought... you're the Wildfire, huh? One who burns them all? Might've misjudged you, I might've. But mind you, I don't take a liking to just anyone." A large sardonic sort of grin spread across her expression. For Naxalge, this was a compliment.

Then she heard that disgusting sparkling ball of false happiness address her.

"...Nice? You think I'm nice? ...Wow, you just... you've stunned me into silence with your utter stupidity, you filthy ball of sparkles. Hey, Sprinkleass, I don't think you were paying attention!" Once again, she took on that mockingly happy tone, which was drenched with sarcastic malice. "That title's pretty accurate, I am pretty horrid, and I like it that way. Oh and I want to kill you too, so does most everyone in this group except for the fellow idiots. I wonder what title they gave you though... don't think you were worth one, but let's see if you were! Uh... uh... let me think... maybe... the Retarded Sparkle of Idiocy? Oh yes, that sounds exactly like you! Now I've proven my point, titles are very accurate."
 
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"Yeah, I'm... Wait." He looked at Smile. "Do you mean, heal them, or the Pokemon in the cages? I planned on going to the cages." He said, unsure of what exactly she meant. Something's wrong with her. Really. Saying the Absol isn't 'horrid.' I think I might've heard of her before. I know for sure I've heard of Goldy... Xhan's mind continued to wander in such a fashion, until he caught himself thinking about butterflies that could eat water and drink food.
 
Flyte turned and watched the Alakazam and Arcanine and Absol begin walking away and sighed. Why did everyone have to make things so difficult? Smile shouted something across to the riolu a little ways away and the riolu seemed kind of confused. Oh well. He was free to come with them if he wanted. Flyte turned to Smile and asked "Are you ready to go? Or are you going with Xhan instead?"
 
"I'm going with you. I was just seeing if Xhan wanted to go. He said he's going to the cages. Is that where we're going? I don't think so... right?" Smile asked. I hope he's coming. That way all my friends will be there!

"I don't think so, Xhan. I think we're going the other way." She replied loudly.

"I am kind of sparkly, aren't I?" The togetic said to Naxalge, not really hearing her. "I don't think I had a title, though... maybe I was 'Metronome' or something! I was good at metronome... but I don't know."
 
Basaina snorted as the Absol decided to respond. "I'm sure you are. Mostly because you were being mentioned in bets and the like, you know? I was expecting to fight you soon," she answered. The mention of her own title made the Arcanine grin, baring her fangs in what was a promise of pain more than an expression of joy. "The one who burns them all? Yes, I am that," she responded, eyes lighting up with a mix of pride and malicious glee. "It seems this pack's attracting quite a lot of us, eh? You, me, the Golden Terror, the all-wise Alakazam..." She barked a laugh. "I'm pretty sure the Ninetales and the Lucario are fighters too. Not like half of these..."

As the Togetic approached Naxalge, she rumbled a growl, clearly pleased with what was going on. This was something she was familiar with, hostility and threats and the choice of backing down or being ripped apart. Concern and pity and mercy were worlds apart, fairytales in comparison to what she knew as true. "You should leave now, Sparkles," she advised. "I doubt you're fireproof, and it's so easy to miss in the mayhem of a fight." With an exaggerated yawn that showed off her fangs and the wisps of flame that flickered around them, she finished with a lazy snap at the air. It felt good to not be faltering and weakened, both in body as well as mind.
 
"Let's go already, the others are leaving!" Leo shouted as he began to follow Frollo's group.

The Wildfire, the Golden Terror, the Horrid Queen... what did those all mean?

Leo thought long and hard about the last one.

Naxalge... it seems like a fitting name for her, considering she's practically evil.

He smirked, his flames growing slightly.
 
"Expecting to fight me, huh? Maybe you'll get your wish someday. Since I've escaped, I've been itching to get my... stride back." She let out a bit of a yawn, her grin growing a bit wider. But unlike many of her grins... this one was... less sarcastic and more genuine. So somebody had thought her worthy of fighting... she'd never had that feeling before. He'd always say she was worthless.

"What would you expect from a pack like this, huh? Bunch of escaped rabid Pokémon trained to kill by those humans, 'course we'd gather up some of the best fighters. The Ninetales and the Lucario certainly did look interesting... bit less stupid than the rest of these idiots... though I certainly don't agree with their ideals. They're still idiots, but in a different way."

Well, well! Another entertaining insult from the Wildfire. Ha, if she didn't know any better, she thought maybe she could get used to this company she was keeping... they were mostly amusing in their own ways. Never did she thought she'd join up with an injured Arcanine who was healed and seemed weak and an Alakazam who brought order to the chaos...

Naxalge then added, to the Arcanine's burn threat of Sparkles: "Miss? Who's talkin' about missing? Oh in the mayhem, no... I think I might hit my target exactly."
 
On the move towards Viridian, Frollo's mind began to drift back to his accomplishments in the days before his "rotation."

So many enemies that were slain by my power... so many unworthy foes, and so many that were worthy, and yet fell before my power regardless... ah, those were satisfying days. Truly, I have not found any worthy opponents in quite some time.

During those days, I remember... I was truly a blade of judgment... I wonder if that was my title during my prime? I doubt anyone would remember.


His thoughts shifted back to Xhan. That was another pokemon he would have to keep an eye on; his friendship with the Togetic would become a liability if... no, when the latter became the worthless load in battle. At least that fool wasn't going along with their group.

Or maybe it would have been beneficial, Frollo thought, then I could kill it when the need arose... and it would arise, oh it would definitely arise.

With that, Frollo continued his walk.
 
Lurkky, under close watch, walked with the group. He listened closely to their sarcastic conversation. It seemed sad that everyone was talking about fighting. He thought that this group was against fighting, yet their breeding seemed to have warped their minds. They wanted them to hurt each other, and it seemed like some of them shared their philosophy.

I'm surprised they never took a liking to Death.
He took that back. That was unfair. But it was true. And he thought Death was the only one who wanted others dead. Not just wounded, but specifically dead. Not alive.

He decided to voice his thoughts.
"I don't understand, how can so many of you be so bloodthirsty? I always hated fighting. Everyone always trying to kill each other isn't necessary. I mean think of the lives we could have lived otherwise."
 
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"I assume Sparks means me." Dominic said, following Edward. The pace was such that he could walk on two legs and keep up. He was glad to leave the more bloodthirsty of their group behind. Perhaps it was partly because of his lab background, but he didn't see the glory in their battle statistics. His wasn't perfect. Sometimes he'd hold back and end up being surprised with an attack and other times he was simply beaten. But his enemy - their enemy - was never other pokemon. Not in his eyes. So he saved his brutality for those who deserved it.

For a moment he remembered his escape, under Cassandra's guidance. The first bloodshed had been her. For a moment she calmed them, the group of escapees, and grabbed their attention by seizing hold of one of the humans in the white coats. She lifted him up and... Dominic shivered a little, remembering the way she had torn the bones from the human's chest and dropped them to the floor, before flinging his body carelessly. It had made him realise how much damage they could do to the humans and raised the question of why he'd been so obedient, so unresisting before?

He shook his head a little. That time was over. He moved forward comfortably. "Although, my name is Dominic." He added, not really wanting to be known as 'Sparks' throughout their travels.
 
Anny's ears laid back woefully, like a child who had just broken a lamp and didn't understand what they've done wrong.
"'See'... What.. is see? Humans... they said I cannot see... is... is bad? Ya ne hoteel..."
She clung tighter to Pali's fluff as she spoke, and even tighter when there were more threatening sounds - but she felt so much safer like this.
"Name..." She muttered, returning to the previous question. "Father said I had.. name.. It was... Anastasiya... Ana.. stasia... Eto dovol'no.."
 
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Paza stumbled along after the Absol grimly. The few times he'd spoken, he'd been mostly ignored. He might as well just tag along. Hearing the others talk about the names they'd been given in the ring, he wondered if he had a ring-name. It sure would be awesome, to have people know you before you know them. Confusing, but awesome.
 
Quite the scene ve have now. Two sides and one that looks to be more in my favour

He glances at the Arcanine, Basaina the Wildfire, and smiles a bit with a bowed head. "Aye...I do hope ve vill meet again. Hopefully vhen things are much more...pleasant. But I have loyalities to get too and a Daughter to vatch over. If you ever feel the need to, find us. I vill like to talk more vith you, my dear Basaina" he mutters before turning on his heel and walked after Edxard and gang. He falls into step and watched the cat silently, debating to smack him upside the head lightly or just leave him be for now.

He smiled when he overhead him ask someone to hold Anny. "I can do that, Cat. Anastasiya vill be safe vith me." He cheerfully remarked, closing the distance to where they all walked and glanced to Shelia with a soft smile. His eyes flick back to the other pack and rested on the Arcanine and Riolu, a heavy feeling in his heart as he imagined the fate that may befall them under the leadership of the blood thirsty.

"Chto proizoĭdet, proizoĭdet...vhat vill happen vill happen" he sighed sadly, looking back to his daughter and watched her hold onto the new pokemon. He couldn't remember if he ever faced one like this poofy-one, though he couldn't remember most of his battle. He leans down and picks both his daughter and the fluffy one into his arms as to not upset Anny.
 
Pali felt herself lift off the ground, but it wasn't the wind this time. Blue and black paws had wrapped around her, picking up both her and the Riolu.

"Ah.... oh, you picked me up... that's okay... just don't throw me... you might scare the Riolu that way, and it seems like she... did she say her name was Anastasiya...? Anyway, it seems she's just calmed down... and we don't want to make her scared again... By the way...my name's Pali..."

She nuzzled a little into the Lucario's chest. Though she didn't know him very well, it was true that he was warm... Maybe he's as warm on the inside... Pali thought idly.
 
Allum sighed, all this talk of titles. Why not just be known by who you are? Against his will he remembered the title he had been given on his fiftieth win, 'Changer'. It seemed idiotic and unimaginative to him, but also suitable. He had changed his alliance and now he was changing the path of the pits.

With a start he realised that the Alakazam had begun to step away, while the others were drowned in conversation he sneaked away and began to plod along by the Pokemons side. "Whether you like me or not I'll be joining you on the battlefront." He took a short breath and picked his words carefully, "I believe my skills would be best used on the front line. As well as that I'd like to see how a few of the top fighters I've heard of fare against the security."

He stopped his talking, truly he wanted to judge this Alakazam's personality. He knew tales of the others fights and from what he had seen today. But he didn't recall anything about this pokemon, 'Perhaps he was simply not that famous?' He pondered that for a while but pushed the thought aside, no pokemon with skills as his could go without notice.

So who was this pokemon?

The question rested in his mind unanswered. Without even a hint of what he was getting himself into by doing this. Too late for him to change his path now. He shook his head slightly and put a dull smile on his face as he anticipated the show to come.
 
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Basaina laughed. "I might get my wish? Isn't that foreboding... I'll look forward to seeing how quickly you can take out whatever rabble we're supposed to be facing." The grin widened, and she snapped at the air again, pace almost jaunty with eagerness to fight. As the Mightyena spoke up, she turned to look back at him. "The lives we could have lived? What are you talking about? I was born underground and sold as a pup to be raised for battle. I'm betting it was the same for most of the pack, or at least our little group. Battle and killing things is all I know, all any fighter knows. Or are you so special that you didn't grow up being told to kill your opponent?"

She glowered, the look loaded with scorn. He hadn't impressed her with his futile leap at one of the Eevees, and he certainly hadn't shown any skill. It had been so easy to pin him down... Pathetic. "Killing whatever wants to kill you is neccessary, but if you can't see that, I don't think you'll last long," she observed callously. She tossed her head and glanced at the other group that was also moving, eyes lingering on the Lucario for a moment. He had healed her - she had every right to feel grateful for it, but she would have to find some way to pay him back soon.

To Naxalge, she remarked, "We're attracting a lot of idiots, aren't we? Hopefully they'll thin out soon." She turned to look curiously at an Eevee that had decided to join up with them, and then the Meowth that also seemed to be following them. Neither looked amazingly tough, but the Eevee seemed to think he could fight, so she said nothing, only twitched an ear and kept walking.
 
"The Arcanine is right," Frollo said, not bothering to turn around, "There are no 'lives we could have led' in this rotten world. The mere fact that we are born into the pits signifies that we are locked into this lifestyle. 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."

And she's also right about killing what wants to kill you, he considered, there is no room for weakness or hesitation in the heat of battle. If he doesn't understand that... well, then it will only be his fault when he dies.

He then heard the Meowth speak up about joining.

"Do what you want. Both groups will be facing peril in their journeys; if you feel that the group that has more danger is your group, then by all means, go with us."
 
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