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 Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 11:11 pm
After Rua's sword connected with the collar, and with some assistance he had managed to crack it off and break the tie between Anastasia and Phantasm, Rua had entered a sort of stunned state in which very little got through to him. That was about where he was, still, when they finally settled everything.
And the victors became abundantly apparent. Phantasm became the new leader of the faction Rua had signed up for earlier, which... stoked hope in the Shedinja. He did not want to serve under anyone like Anastasia, as long as he lived. Phantasm, however, had appeared to be upstanding enough. Better, surely, than the others at the least. So, without hesitation, Rua snapped out of his daze and approached Phantasm, sword sheathed. As one of the few who understood to slice the collar off, it was only fitting Rua was amongst the first to swear his fealty. He bowed lightly to the man. "I vowed to serve the cause, and... while Anastasia had convinced me that was not the right choice for me, I'd like to continue in your service," he told Phantasm, trying not to arch a brow at Iason afterwards.
"If it's any consolation, I'm certain that unconscious one would do something stupid for you any time," Rua gestured towards the unconscious body of Hawthorne. He was only half right; Hawthorne would indeed support Iason once he was conscious, but he probably would not be putting himself in harm's way ever, ever again.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 4:13 am
Grin gladly accepted the help from Monet, when he returned. He couldn't blame the water-type...he'd obviously been badly hurt during their escape from the second collapse of the pokecenter, and he wondered if he'd gotten his ankle and tail looked at. The last time he'd seen the milotic was before the fighting had broken out, and he'd been limping then. He met the other's gaze, but the weight in his chest and in the pit of his stomach prevented him from returning that smile. "I'm fine. Is your leg okay?" he asked, brows knit.
As bedraggled as he appeared at that moment, the Mightyena considered himself extremely lucky to have escaped the event with only cuts and bruises. Despite the minimal physical damage, the toll the situation had taken on an emotional level ran a bit deeper. Grin suddenly found himself thinking about fleeing the city and the crowds. Before all this, before he'd witnessed the fiery death of one of their kind, and the deaths of countless others, he'd pushed all of his worries to the back of his mind to enable himself to help in the rescue effort. Now that was drawing to a close. Weariness, and a very jagged sense of unease were beginning to seep in.
When Phantasm began to regain himself, it brought Peregrin out of the daze he'd gone into after the Volcarona made the final attack. He hovered close until he was sure the other had his footing, but remained near all the same, wishing to hear what the other canine had to say. Once again he was unable to smile, still too shook up, but he did offer a nod of acknowledgment. Phantasm's words held much truth. He was very confused...and to be honest, afraid, after the day's events. What would happen now? Would anyone be held responsible for Anastasia's death? When Iason cut in to speak, his ears laid back, and he listened to their exchange.
Such a horrid waste of life had been made. That one of their own kind could knowingly commit such a wicked act made him sick to his stomach. The smell of burnt flesh that continued to cling to the air didn't help in the least. He tried to focus on the decision he needed to make now, however. He'd already granted his allegiance to the coalition, and now that it had a 'better' leader, he may as well stay in it, right? It was a way to help. It was what Leo would have done, even though there was a huge chance that more trouble would arise.
"I...will stay. I signed up yesterday not knowing what would happen. Perhaps we can make something better out of this." he said to Phantasm, trying to be a little optimistic, at least. Now that Anastasia was gone, the organization might have a second chance. Something like that. "I need to attend to something, though. Excuse me..." he murmured, and slipped away from Phantasm and the group that had gathered. He would remain loyal to Phantasm and his group of strangers, but for now, he wanted to find Shinrei, and he wanted to go. He ached for the wilderness, for sweet silence. He looked about for the Chimecho, trying to seek him out through the crowd.
tag to monet, phantasm, and shinrei
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 1:10 pm
Muirín turned away from the hateful woman as Suri stepped up to her, knowing exactly what was coming next. He'd done his part in bringing this end to the woman, but still, he didn't want to share in the visceral experience of her demise, and instead stared out to sea as the Volcanra melted Anastasia. The last he ever knew of her was a horrid, piteous shriek, preceded and followed by the roar of incredible heat working on her addled form. He couldn't imagine that was a pleasant way to go, and once he knew it was done, he pushed himself into motion again, trying not to look at the blackened remains.
The goldeen boy limped across the street, the ache in his leg growing pronounced again as pain from all over kicked up, the day finally taking its toll upon him. Weary and battered and utterly finished, he came to rest beside Rua where he kneeled before the apparently-freed Mightyena. He tapped his friend's shoulder in some attempt at solidarity, then looked up to the big man himself, the Mightyena, the new ringleader, all hail the king.
”I'm so sick of words, you know?” Muirín began, exhaustion peeking from his voice and his eyes. ”Seems like everyone wants to make pledges. But as long as we're going to keep on with this idiocy, you've got me. If only to keep Rua from promising away more than he can afford.” Muirín grinned and bumped his friend's shoulder with his hip, and immediately sucked in a hissing breath at aggravating his injury again.
”I think I need more ice cream.” Muirín said, suddenly. ”Who's for an ice-cream run?”
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 8:20 am
Before he could recover, there was a sudden rush of heat and flame, and the sickeningly familiar smell of burning flesh. Seraphan stood frozen for a moment, thinking of blue flame and a distant roar -- but no, these flames were red, not blue. He shook himself out of his momentary lapse in concentration, eyes sharpening as he brought himself back to the present.
It was honestly unfortunate that she had died in such a way; fire was a particularly painful way of meeting one's end, and he still had questions. Too many questions. Whatever she'd used to overcome the Mightyena had been potent, and there was still the problem of where she'd gotten it, and whether there might be more.
He listened to the offers from both Iason and Phantasm, eyes closing for a moment as he pondered it. Iason's declaration made sense, in light of what had happened and his own misgivings, but there was now nobody to contest it. He wasn't impressed with either group, and in fact he was more wary than ever.
Joining a group was still not an option. He opened his eyes, surveying the group. His own head was still aching, but there were injured gijinka who needed help. "You and the other survivors need medical treatment," he said, finally, moving towards Iason. The least he could do was help get them to a safe distance, away from the rubble.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 3:31 pm
Giving a light pat to Grin's shoulder, sort of in a means of praise, the Milotic shifted his weight off of his damaged ankle. "Glad to see you made it out alright, pup." his attention flickered down his own leg, lips laxing into a line. The corners twitched slightly in an attempt to grin, but to no avail, "It hurts pretty bad. But probably nothing a good icing can't fix." he assured, remaining optimistic. After all... seems like it was needed in a time like this. A woman had just died. Monet was currently trying not to think about it, or look towards her charred body... for fear he may lurch, as well.
Shifting his weight again, careful of his injury, Monet listened to what the albino canine had to say. His expression was semi-thoughtful, using all his might not to look at the fallen body... Rebuilding... that sounded like a good idea. After all, it was clear that the organization had been corrupt. But the intention itself wasn't to be blamed. The leader was. Smiling vaguely, the Milotic gave approving glances to Rua and the Goldeen that chimed in their loyalty to assist in trying to maintain peace between Pokemon and humans. Perhaps under a new rule instances like this wouldn't occur anymore...
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