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The Legendary Beast Pack

...Hm.

The black Absol's scythe twitched, as she heard the far-off steps of a few... others coming on their way. Voices too... voices beyond Boneass and the Boring Insignificant Nothings... for a moment, her red eyes watched these on-comers communicate with one of those nothings... then she heard a nothing reply to her, an Arcanine.

...Nah. Besides, these on-comers looked far more interesting... this show was getting good, maybe... for now, she would keep her eye on them. After all, she wasn't one to jump into things too far. The Marowak looked like an easy target to pick at, but these guys... heh. She didn't quite like the feel of any of them, they gave her bad vibes, whoever they were. Usually those who spiced up the show did. But she'd rather watch this show than be a part of it.
 
The small Riolu groaned and shifted around - she was used to being carted around, but everything was... different, this time. The ground was soft and damp, feelings she barely knew after so long in the cold, sterile labs. There was even more, though - there was talking, but it wasn't human language, there were more Pokémon. What was more, there were emotions - so many emotions. Not like the droll, emotionless humans, she could feel it all, if only faintly. Sadness, pain, anger, fear, waves like a tsunami to the shore.
She moaned and sobbed, her only natural response to so much input at once, when a fluffy, furred something wrapped around her. It was warm, and comfortable.. yet, she didn't know what it was, what any of it was - she latched onto the nearest vaguely familiar thing - the strong, muscular, furred legs of the one whom had carried her here, and began to sob, face buried away as she crumpled into a ball, nestled as close as she could, listening closely to the soft rumbling purr as her closest sign of comfort.
 
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Paza jumped and cleared the tree stump, and the pokémon around it, in a single, deft leap. "Hey hey, what up?" He smiled and tilted his head. Finally he found a (albiet awkward) position where the moonlight bounced off the coin on his head and shone in the direction of the Alakazam, who appeared to be the strongest. Wait, there is that Gallade...
Paza ignored it and mentally shrugged.
 
Nevra watched the mayhem below from a tree with curiosity.

What are they doing? Why don't they let those people come with us?

Soundlessly, she floated down from her tree, swooping up to the Alakazam and investigating him curiously. After that, she did the same to the Gallade.
 
More newcomers had arrived, and Basaina turned her head to watch them. One she thought she recognized - there couldn't be that many Persian with one metal leg, after all. She had heard of the Golden Terror, but had never actually faced him. He had stopped fighting, and there had been rumours about his death or escape, but she had never really listened to what other pitfighters had murmured, too confident of her own strength to care about anyone weaker. There was that black Ninetales that she had noticed before, and a Lucario. Her ears laid back as she noticed the Riolu curled up against the Persian's legs, so small compared to the toughened Pokemon around it.

"A pup?" she growled, disbelieving. It looked younger than she had been when she had first started fighting, and there was something strange in how it was curled up. Her wounds throbbed again as she shifted, and she curled up loosely instead, turning her head to absently lick her fur, one green eye kept on the odd group. Were they the core members of the Pack? Half of the Pokemon here seemed to be newcomers, most with the intention of joining.

And there was her, with no idea what to do or where to go. Pathetic, really.
 
Halan glanced away from the Arcanine when Shelia appeared, a soft smile on his face as he watched her interact with Edward. He resisted the urge to chuckle at the obvious signs of affection, reaching out and lightly tugging her ear.

"Brat." he muttered softly, laughing a little under his breath. He looked back down at the pup, seeing her snuggle closer to the cat's leg for warmth. His heart started to break at the sight of the poor pup, reaching out and lightly stokes the Riolu's head. She seemed so familiar to him, something tugging inside of him. He shakes his head a bit and looked back at the Arcanine, noticing that she was watching them in return.

He lifts his paw and waves her over.
 
Xhan swang his legs back and forth, letting his feet dangle limply. He had been up this tree for quite some time, and though he had made no effort to hide himself, nobody seemed to have taken any notice to him.

There was the Marowak, the Absol... The Alakazam, the Quilava. All these Pokemon who were doing things, and here was this young Riolu, watching things unfold. He always liked to watch things. It was like he was listening to a story, one he didn't need to picture in his head.

One he could see with his own eyes. He smiled to himself. Wonder what all this is about, anyway... He shrugged. Maybe it's none of my business. Then again, I never really have cared much if it was my business or not. But he did not drop from the tree. He simply remained there, occasionally fiddling with his scarf. I'll just wait, watch, and when I'm hungry, I'll eat. When I'm tired, I'll sleep. And if I feel like buggering these people, then that's when I make an entrance.
 
Allum crept from the bushes and set himself down a metre or so to the right of the tree trunk before looking about the clearing, so many pokemon all affected by the humans. An Absol sat near by as did an Arcanine. A Marowak, Gallade and Alakasam stood near the middle and three other pokemon at the other end of the clearing. Perhaps there will be conflicts later on, nothing to be done for it. He realised he was straining himself so he began the process of returning from being a Lefeon. The leaves on his body shifted back to being fur and his mane slowly grew back. Finally his tail resumed its brushy appearence.
"I take it I'm in the right place? Or is this a different gathering of experiment-altered pokemon?"
 
Basaina blinked as the Lucario gestured in her direction. So the group wanted to speak to her? She began to stand with some difficulty, trying to fake laziness rather than the comination of pain and fatigue that forced her to control her movements. Revealing just how wounded she was would have been useless - these were escapees, but they had still been in the pits, and would surely leap on any sign of weakness. After all, it was what she would have done to someone that could be a threat.

...The battered Riolu didn't count - it was too young to be a threat. Or at least that was what she reassured herself, fur bristling as an Eevee suddenly strolled in. His scent was wrong, despite his normal appearance - too many elements in it for a plain Eevee. She sneezed and stared at him, rolling her eyes as she found a way to delay walking. "Oh no, we're all just sitting here waiting for humans to recapture us. You're in the wrong place, sorry," she retorted, eyes narrowing. And with that, she attempted to saunter towards the Lucario, growling softly as one leg twinged in pain.

The growl shot up in volume as it nearly buckled, and she was far more careful in crossing the remaining distance, fur on end and the good humour in her eyes fading away to show the usual suspicion.
 
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Flyte ran as fast as he could through the forest, his breath coming in gasps. He was exhausted, near collapse, but he knew the pack was supposed to be around here somewhere so he just focused on putting one small white paw in front of the other. He leapt over a fallen log and stopped to catch his breath, panting.

"Aww, c'mon guys...where are you?!?!" He exclaimed softly to himself, looking about for any signs of the legendary pack. Flyte sighed and took off again. He almost began to wonder how he got here...almost began to remember, but he shut it out with a mental NO!!!. He didn't want to remember that place...he looked up and gasped in surprise, using a quick attack to dart around a tree at invisible speed. He needed to be more careful. What if that hadn't been a tree he had almost hit, but a human poacher? He mentally reproached himself. He needed to pay attention.

"Wha-? Whoa!" Thud! Too busy reminding himself to pay attention and not actually paying attention, he had stepped in a hole and faceplanted in the dirt. He sat up groggily and spat out some earth. Flyte fluffed out his wings to get any dirt off and turned to see what he had tripped on. His eyes widened as he stared at the footprint. It looked like an arcanine's...and was there a drop of crimson in it? He couldn't tell for sure.

"Yes!" He exclaimed, thrilled. This had to lead to the pack. He used quick attack after quick attack, racing as fast he possibly could, following the tracks. With his head down, watching the tracks, being careful not to trip in them again, he obviously wasn't watching where he was going. Again. He heard the murmur of voices in the distance and excitement grew in him at almost being there.

Without warning, he slammed into something and bounced backwards, the collision throwing him to the ground on his back, one wing obscuring his face. He peeked out from under the white feathers and looked up hesitantly, fear in his face. He saw a large tree stump before him, with many other pokemon gathered around. All of them looking powerful and strange. A huge arcanine was walking away, and Flyte felt a sharp twinge in his gut. This pokemon was injured..they all were, in some way or another. Some just some bruises and scrapes, others more severely. Flyte let out a soft whimper. He hoped they wouldn't hurt him...he was tired of fighting..
 
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Smile popped in, making a beautiful glittery spectacle through the group.

"Hello everybody!"

Smile looked really tired, and she was. It took an hour to channel metronome to get teleport. But she was still happy. After all, she had found her friends! Or soon to be friends anyway.

Other people looked tired too. There was this winged eevee that looked exhausted. He looks like he needs a friend...

There was a mean looking marowak that had too many bones sticking out. Why does he have spikes? That makes him look scary. But I don't judge people. He's probably nice.

A black absol was there. She looked nice, but kind of negative. I'm sure I'll cheer her up soon!

There was a black ninetales there too. Everyone seemed to be menacing in one way or another. She looks funny! I'm going to make friends with her!

Smile flew over to the ninetales ecstaticly.

"Hi, ninetales person! My name's Smile!"
 
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Leo snickered a bit at the Togetic.

"Smile? What kinda name is that?" he wondered out loud. He covered his mouth with one of his paws and grinned slightly.

He couldn't help himself. Come on, a Togetic who looked tired and was probably as idiotic as he was for an entrance.
 
"The name my mom gave me! She's nice... I wish she could control metronome! Then she could teleport like me! Plus, you know, smiling is important! I love my name!"

Smile turned back to the black ninetales and -surprise!-smiled. The quilava was funny, but kind of weird. Smile is a name! It was her name! Names just are, the are no types of names.

"What's your name?"

She wondered if the black fire-type had a cool name like hers too.
 
Sheila turned her head, making a sort of half-annoyed face then blinking in confusion upon laying eyes on the Togetic.

"Uh... hi there. Name's Sheila..." she tilted her head. This was an interesting development. This kid looked new... she'd never seen a sparkling Togetic before. Even shinies didn't glitter that much. She did find it a bit hard to be annoyed at the kid... wasn't there a myth that you could never stay mad around one of these things?

And now there was that Quilava. Aaaaaallrighty then...

Although mostly she was just worried about the pup that was now... clinging to Ed, so she turned her head to see now. Well, this was an interesting development. Usually the little ones she minded appreciated it when she did that...

"That poor dear must've been through a lot, I've never seen anything so small so scared when I do that..."
 
What....? Flyte blinked in surprise as, in a shower of glittering light, a togetic appeared out of thin air. He tilted his head to the side and watched the over-exuberant pokemon flitter around, smiling and being rather cheerful for a pokemon that tired looking. He thought he heard it say it's name was 'smile'..Flyte rolled back to his feet from where he had fallen after running into the stump, and flicked his wings out of his face. Standing, he walked around the stump and watched the togetic curiously. He noticed other pokemon as well, a black ninetales, a persian with a metal limb, the arcanine, a quilava, a black absol, even another eevee! He wasn't really fazed by all the exotic looking pokemon, being in the pits kinda got you used to it. Though some things did catch his eye, that were a little more exotic than usual. The helmet on the arcanine, the bones on the marowak, the metal limb on the persian. Things that weren't...natural.

Flyte walked a little ways out from the stump and lied down, resting his chin on his paws, softly nibbling the leather cords around his front paws, eyes taking it all in. They weren't that bad. Maybe he could even help them...after all, he was a healer, was he not? A small smile flickered across his face, but almost instantly disappeared. He almost forgot the number one rule. Never show weakness. Kindness was a weakness. He continued to rest and watch, this time with an impassive face.
 
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Edward pressed his ears back when he saw the Lucario, and bared his teeth at him, pulling his flesh-and-blood arm closer around Ammy. Damn mutt...what was he doing here? The feline lowered his head and shoulders, as if he was sheilding Ammy from him.

"Shut up, muttbreath. None of your business," he growled, but his ears perked back up when Sheila was mentioned.

His posture improved quite a bit at the vixen's approach, and if it weren't for the fur all over him, one would be able to tell he was blushing. He fidgeted a bit when she lifted his chin, gold eyes locked on her.

"Hey, I'm great with kids...I have brothers."

Then his ear twitched and he looked down at Ammy, worried by her sobbing. He leaned down to nuzzle gently at her, purring softly, something very odd for him.

"Hey come on kid, you're okay...I'm here, lil' fluffy one..." He cooed, licking at her fur gently with his rough tongue.
 
Paza smiled at the new addition, a Togetic called Smile, and some eevee with wings.
"Hi there!" He waved and turned to the Marrowak. "Hey, mister, where do I sign up? I am not going back to the pits. You better not make me go back!"
 
Flyte smiled back at the friendly Meowth. It was nice to see some of the pokemon here didn't look like they wanted him dead. He was starting to worry that this place was no different than the pits, just without humans. He heard the Meowth call out to the Marowak:

"Hey, mister, where do I sign up? I am not going back to the pits. You better not make me go back!" and waited for the reply. To be honest, Flyte was also curious about this...not that he'd mention it. He still wasn't sure quite what to make of this whole group. And all of their collective injuries were starting to give him a nagging headache. If only they'd stop waiting around and just get to the deciding part. Then, maybe, if he was accepted into the group, he could alleviate some of their pain. And then....then he would take a nice, long nap.

All that running and quick attacking wore him out. Not to mention how much energy it'd take to heal this many pokemon at once. But oh well. He'd be absolutely useless for a while afterward, but everyone else would be feeling chipper. Maybe that absol would even cheer up a bit and not be looking so grim. Flyte smiled at the thought. Besides, that's what friends were for, helping each other out.
 
Xhan sighed. All this stuff was happening, and here he was in a tree. Screw it, I'm done sitting here. And he dropped out of the tree, landing on the ground with little more than a small rustle of grass. He looked around at the other Pokemon. He saw the Togetic introduce herself as... 'Smile,' apparently, and Eevee faceplant.

The best choice at this point was to make conversation, and 'Smile' seemed to be the most willing. "Smile? That's different. But, whatever you like. At least you can say there aren't many others with your name."

He wakled a bit closer to the Togetic and the Ninetails she had been talking to. "And you said you were 'Sheila,' right? I bet you'd be creepy on a cloudy night. Just yellow eyes stickin' outta' the bushes. Yup. Definetly ominous." Xhan loved jumping into conversations uninvited. If that didn't irritate people, then changing the subject randomly usually did.

"So, what's your favorite color? What about your favorite season? I like winter, do you like winter Sheila? What's your favorite food, Smile? Don't eat the yellow snow!" Ah, the simple joys of randomness.
 
Hoss looked around and then down, finding a bedraggled-looking meowth. A shower of transparent coins filled the edges of his vision as he noticed the kitten pokémon. Hoss was always astounded by the lack of fear many young pokémon showed him. It was refreshing, but rather odd considering that he was covered in the remains of past battles, which many found morbid for some reason.

Hey, mister, where do I sign up? I am not going back to the pits. You better not make me go back!

Now why would I do that? Hoss asked himself, glaring at the cat. No one deserves the pits, that's basically why there are so many of us who left.

"Go. Stand by that stump with all of the others," Hoss grunted, pointing again. "And try not to offend anyone," he added as an afterthought.

Hoss trudged off towards the actual members of the group, nodding at Sheila. She was currently being accosted by a riolu. Speaking of which, Hoss glaring curiously at the bundle of loud, wet, purple fur that was clutching Edward. And Edward was purring more loudly than normal, mostly since the Persian never purred. Hoss's eyes were soon drawn to a sparkling togetic, and a blossom of joy formed like an island in the sea of gruffness that here represents his mind. Weird.

"Where'd you pick up the little one, Edward?" the marowak rumbled, a tone of mild surprise forcing its way through.
 
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