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Open The Sleeping World

(If you can still join...)

Name: Diera
Species: Feraligatr
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Appearance: Nearly an average Feraligatr. Pretty much a hulking blue crocodile-like creature, but her eyes are a light green, and the usually bright red spikes are a darker, blood-red. Muscular; no one's ever called her a shrimp.
Personality: Blunt, to the point and never tries to sugarcoat anything. Very harsh with her opinions and tends to act gruff to most people; the few she likes will see a very honourable and occasionally polite side to her. Has a strict sense of what's right and wrong, is very stubborn, and adores fighting. She isn't above using dirty tricks if her opponent is, and throws herself into everything whole-heartedly. She's very tactical, despite her reputation of being a beserker, and likes to plan out her moves in her head. She hates small spaces.
Other: N/A
 
((I will be gone for the next two days, my internet access will probably be limited.))

Kenta turned towards the human, "Well, I dunno, I feel pretty real myself.", he replied to his question. He then looked around. The entire landscape was blasted, the sky, well, not quite a sky even. There was nobody else in sight.
 
Suddenly, Kindle found herself in the dreary sleeping world; it wasn’t what she had imaged it to be. Somehow she had expected it to be bloodier with dead bodies and limbs everywhere, but was truly grateful it wasn’t. Struggling when she decided to get up, Kindle found it strange how her legs felt weaker now than when she was in the real world. Coming to a conclusion that it was most likely that it was the aftermath of the drug that caused her to be weaker and that sooner or later she would have her strength back.

"Are you all the real group, or a dream to mess with me?" Kindle heard someone asked, she turned and saw a human among the group. The Arcanine stared directly at the human, slightly unsure of how to reply.

“I don’t know, you tell me,” Kindle finally said in a low growl, doubtful that the human would understand. She sighed with regret for speaking coldly, but she needed to stay on her guard for all she knew one of them could be an enemy.
 
Celariak slithered around through the wilting grass. "This wouldn't let me catch anything!" he complained, but "stood up" and smiled. "Not that there's anything here." He looked around and he saw a few other Pokemon. "Hello."
 
Pudge squeaked, "I'm real!" He turned to the Arbok and waved. "Hiii!" Then he looked at all the Pokemon at once. "Got anything to eat?"
 
Celariak turned around. "Oh? I guess. No, I have nothing to eat." Besides that tasty little Buneary that's sitting over there.
 
Jac smiles a bit at the Arcanine, crossing his arms.

"I can understand you, you know? And I'm fairly certain that I'm real"

He looks back at the rest of the group and nods at them, counting silently. He then looks back at the landscape.

"...This shall be interesting"
 
Indeed it shall, spoke up Mind, who had been silent the whole time. We will have to search the whole world... Even if it's a different world, it's a world, and with all the different settings dreams can take, it must be big...
 
((Stormecho is in))

"I don't like how this looks." Rinna said softly, pawing at the dead grass.

A sharp cry same from behind one of the hills, and a Aipom came darting from by a good distance away from the group, yelling out in terror as it was descended upon by a massive Honchkrow. The bird Pokemon grabbed the Aipom in it's talons, shredding the smaller creature's skin with razor claws. It landed in a twisted tree, proceeding to devour its prey messily.
 
Diera had felt a twinge of anxiety as the needle penetrated through her thick hide, drowsiness slipping over her. Now, appearing in the desolate world of nightmares, she growled softly. Spotting a group of others, both Pokemon and human, she crouched on all fours and sprinted towards them, stopping to study each one when she was close enough. "So, we're here. I assume you all signed up for this as well. I'm Diera." she said curtly, before being distracted by the sight of the Honchkrow. Another growl rumbled from her throat at this; she wasn't showing unease so much as challenging the world. It wouldn't - couldn't - scare her.
 
Mind somehow "saw" the whole thing, despite her eyes being firmly shut.
Yes... Even in a place like this, a world made of dreams... The circle of life still continutes. We, too, could die here.
 
Kenta acknowledged the others, "I'm Kenta.", he introduced himself. He saw the Aipom falling prey to a Honchkrow, and commented, "Well, there's something familiar here. Now, what do we do now that we're here?"
 
Celariak watched the Honchkrow, and also the others talk. He had no intention of joining in, though. He just slithered around. "So, uh...."
 
Rinna shifted uncomfortably as she watched the Honchkrow devour the poor Aipom, then turned to Kenta.

"I think that we have to find the cause of the killings... What's making the Nightmare." She mumbled, pawing the dead grass.

The Honchkrow finished its meal and turned, eyes locking on the group. It took to the air.
 
Name: Vendetta
Species: Zangoose
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Appearance: The white in his fur is a dull, dark grey and the red is the colour of blood. He is smaller than most Zangoose but he makes up for a lack of brawn with his psychic abilities.
Personality: Despite his rough appearance, he is deeply intelligent and a highly strategical thinker. He can seem cold and ruthless but he has a good heart and will remain a loyal friend if you can earn his friendship. He gets a bit edgy when people ask him about his past, sometimes wandering off with a depressed look.
Other: He was raised by an Alakazam after his parents were captured and is a suprisingly powerful psychic. He can attack foe's minds as well as their bodies in a fight, making him a formiddable opponent. He loves to eat fried shrimp.
 
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Pudge hopped over to the newcomer. "Do you have anything edible?" he asked excitedly, bouncing from foot to foot.
 
Jac sighs, pointing at the Honchcrow coming for them as they stood around chatting.

"Umm...I think we should do something before we are killed. I think, that we are to die, we should do that when we actually doing something"
 
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