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Open The Sleeping World

Vendetta frowned at the little Buneary.
"No, I don't. Now if you don't mind..."
Vendetta raised one of his claws. He aimed it at the Honchkrow and fired a bolt of lightning at it.
 
"Well, that's fairly obvious.", Kenta replied to the Umbreon. He turned his attention to a Honchkrow which was now swooping towards the group. He looked around, grabbed a bunch of rocks, and hurled them, one at a time, at the Honchkrow.
 
Pudge frowned, but cheered up quickly and said, "Okay then." He ducked when the Honchkrow tried to swoop at him, then hopped up and down, high into the air. "Hey birdy! Bet you can't catch me!"
 
"Honchkrow?" Celariak reared up and hissed, spreading his hood. He was trying to intimidate the Honchkrow. He spat a Gunk Shot at it and then launched himself forward, using Crunch.
 
Diera watched in slight bemusement, and then, with a snarl, aimed a Water Gun at the bird. No doubt all the attacks at once would at least drive it off, if not injure it seriously. Watching the water as it fell towards the Honchkrow, she snorted. "At least we can hit what we'll be fighting." she remarked gruffly.
 
Vendetta smiled. The water and lighting together had fried the bird while the stones had knocked it unconcious. Meanwhile the Gunk Shot was dissolving its feathers.
"Epic."
 
Name: Leila Chaleth
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance: Leila could be described as compact -- for her 22 years of age, she is something of a shrimp at 5'3" and is on the skinny side. Her skin is on the pinkish side, her eyes are dark olive green; her curly blond hair is lopped off neatly at shoulder length, making for a slightly boyish look. She dresses likewise, in khaki cargo pants and a tight tank top, covered by a canvas jacket she wears almost always, and practical sports shoes.
Personality: Leila is an older sibling, and has always been quite a talented trainer. Because of this, she is very secure and confident, and loves to give advice to anyone less experienced than her. Though not a social butterfly, she talks to people easily, and although not an attention-seeker, assumes that they will listen to her. She jumped at the chance to be a hero, one of the first to look into the Sleeping World, and is sure that she can handle a world parallel to her own even without her Pokemon.
Other: She runs an unofficial Gym between routes in Johto, and aspires to become one of the Elite Four. (She is confident that she will make it there, and soon.)

If I'm accepted, may I have a short explanation of where people are at the moment? :3
 
Pudge screamed at the scene, jumping and landing on his head. The Buneary rubbed the area where he was hit. "Ow..."
 
Just as the Honchkrow finished consuming the last of what was left of the Aipom, Kindle watched in shock as the Honchkrow now made its way towards the group. She watched some of the group members as they started to attack the black bird. Feeling the need to help out, the Arcanine sent a scorching Flamethrower at the bird.
 
That is truely revolting, scoffed Mind as the feathers were burned off to reveal the skin underneath, and then the muscles and sinews, the internal organs, and finally the bones, which also began to turn to dust before her eyes. I'm not blind, you know. I can reach out with my powers and form a mental, full-color picture of what's happening around me. Although it is not truely "sight," I can see, and I cringe at rotting things. A sort of pathological fear, just like my fear of Beedrill.
 
Kenta flinched a little as the dead Honchkrow was then scorched, such that it was dead beyond dead, deader than dead, now. "I don't think that was necessary.", he said, then continued, "I don't see anywhere to go, really. Ideas?"
 
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