{Fright}I'm{At}Tired{Night}

[Kimo]

Rawnie's body lay with cuts and bruises everywhere, wings bent and chipped. Near her, three defeated Ariados lay, arms stretched out. By the looks of it, the Mothim was being smothered to death by the spider bit escaped before she suffocated. But they weren't the 
Half a colony of Spinarak and Ariados lay beatenon the ground, some with smoke rising off their carcasses ad some with badly bent limbs. A Spinarak with still some life in him slowly dragged itself to safety in the bushes.
The Mothim was lucky to still be alive.

The Sentret leaped off the Machop as a Araidos tackled it, sending them into a frantic struggle. Still in a scared mood, Schizo cowered on the floor and didn't threaten the Doduo like it did to Sulteron.
<Yeah, I'm Schizo,> it blurbed as it glanced back and forth. <Even though they told me it was Multiple Personality Disorder, buuut no. Rawnie calls me Schizo.> It rambled to himself for a while before addressing Abe and George. <Tom is a wierd Golduck who floated away. What a freak!> he suddenly yelled, his fur bristling.

While giving the Ariados a sharp kick to the stomach, the Machop focused his droopy eyes on Chia as he defeated an Ariados with his fire attack. (Note: Chia's attack weakens with every Overheat, but he caught the weakest Ariados.)
The Machop gave an approving nod and went back to attacking.

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[howl]

Sulteron eyed Rawnie with dismay. Despite being very interested in how a female Mothim came to be, she knew she was lucky to be here now, even if she was in this condition. She had no idea what to do; she wasn't a nurse! Fayo was fumbling about in her backpack. The Espeon 'morph moved to push him off, but she saw he was taking out her first aid kit which she had packed in case she met a Pokémon far from the Pokémon Center or hurt herself. It was just bandages and plasters, insect bite cream and other creams to stop infection. Just for things like cuts and grazes. Well, if it was the best she had, it'd have to do. She handed a few bandages to all three of the Pokémon, and rubbed some of the cream to stop infection over Rawnie's injuries. Then she helped the Pokémon with the bandages.

Sulteron knew that Rawnie needed to go to Tarro Town's Pokémon Center; it was pretty nearby. But how to get there? And, now she thought about it, one of those Ariados looked like it needed it too. Perhaps it was weaker than the others or something? Whatever the case, she didn't know how to get Rawnie there. A Pokéball would be ideal, but Rawnie might not want to be caught. The Ariados... well, the other Pokémon need not know she was taking it to be healed, did they? She discreetly threw a Pokéball before leaving the Pokémon with Rawnie and moving back to the smashed window.

Abe and George saw Schizo didn't like Tom. And perhaps Multiple Personality Dissorder would be a very discriptive name. The two heads of Doduo reckoned that Schizo had probably heard that when he was diagnosed or something. George felt he liked this Pokémon. Abe felt he didn't. George smiled to himself, thinking that this Doduo had multiple personality dissorder, and it was pretty obvious; two heads, two names. Abe frowned. ~He floated away? Weirdo!~[/color] he said. Suddenly, he looked up; Sulteron's face was at the smashed window, looking at the bird. "Abe, George, get Schizo, Chia and Machop to come and help me. Rawnie needs to get to the Pokémon Center, and I'm not sure whether she'd want a Pokéball or how to take him there if she didn't." she said.

Abe and George nodded. ~Schizo, let's get outa here. Spiders are creepy. I know! Let's go see if Sulteron needs help; she said that Rawnie needs to be taken to Pokémon hospital, and she says that you and Machop know so much and are so strong, you'd be able to help her get Rawnie there.~[/color] George said, praising Schizo; he knew Pokémon often liked that. Abe called out to Chia, who passed the word to Machop and leapt through after the Doduo, hoping Schizo and Machop would follow.

Sulteron looked at the place where she had thrown the Pokéball. Whether or not Ariados was caught, she'd pick the device up. She looked at her two Pokémon as they came through the window.[/size]

[winter]

Cioux took the bandages, staring at the scraps in his paws, and back at Rawnie. He noticed a crumple in her right wing... perhaps he should start with that.

But, meanwhile, there was a battle going inside... and around back, another pokemon could hear the goings-on. Every word, actaully. But, seriously, how'd the little guy get himself in so much trouble, anyway? Running away like that, it was unexpected. But the pokemon never would have guessed that Cioux was actually standing up to those spiders. Or, at least, doing the best he could in the situation. It was more his style to hide somewhere.

<Geh, well, it seems as if the party started without me, so I don't see anything wrong with crashing it.>

The pokemon grinned to himself, but then the grin fell. If he could find a way in, that was.

Should he do something dramatic? Burst through the wall? Nah... though the wall did look old and rotted enough for him to do so, he'd only result in getting ugly splinters in his fur. That wouldn't do. So, he walked along the edge of the outside wall to the corner of the hut.

At the end of the back wall, he peered about. All clear. And, look- an open window, it appeared to be stuck. Perfect. He Circled around and stood up carefully, his paws up on the sill, to see inspde- it looked like an old bathroom? The door wasn't open, but that woudn't be a problem. He heaved himself up, squeezing through the window frame, and dropped soundlessly onto the tile floor.

He stepped up to the old wooden door, and without hestitation, head-butted the smooth wood. As expected, the door rattled, and splintererd apart. There was one deep wedge in the door too, as iff it had been cut by a knife. He tried again.

This time the lock gave way, (Seriously, why lock a door in an empty house?) And the door swung open. And, in front of the pokemon, there were spiders. An uncountable mass of spiders. That, and other pokemon... bah, that's right. They were friends.


<Hey.> The absol grinned over to them, showing his sharp pearly-white teeth. Acid-colored fur surrounded his face, and flowing grey fur formed a mane around his neck. <The name's Carlyle. And I think you've got a friend of mine somewhere around here.>

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[Kimo]

(( I'm not sure which Araidos you're trying to catch, since there's many.. xD But oh well. ))

The Ariados was immediately sucked up in the pokeball, showing no signs of fighting as the pokeball shook three times. It clicked, noting on the swift and easy capture of the Pokemon.


Name; {TC}
Gender; Male
Level; 7
Personality; This Ariados has a calm attitude but it still becomes irritated and is not very loyal. He isn't manipulative and doesn't play dirty, though. He makes his desires straight forward and proceeds in trying to do it.
Moveset; Bug Bite | Poison Sting | String Shot | Scary Face
Ability; Insomnia- He can't fall Asleep in battle.

The Mothim still laid motionless as the medicine and bandages were implicated on her bodies, but her eyelids that have been scrunched with the pain seemed to relax, along with the rest of her muscles.

Schizo ignored the Doduo's praising, spinning around to Scratch at the eyes of a oncoming Araidos. It reared back and spit furiously, blood dripping down its eye. Before anyone could stop it, the Spider dashed away and stuck himself under the cabin's bed, not appearing ever again.
The last Araidos, reeling from the horror of having to fight the destructive Pokemon along, trailed right behind his comrade.
The spider threat was gone.
(( I have to recalculate some of Chia's levels since I messed it up a bit. He might have less levels now ^^; The levels I'm posting now are what's he and his teammates earned from the whole battle. I'm gonna do that from now on.))

Chia earned five levels.
Abe and George earned three levels.
Alice earned two levels.
Fayo earned one level.
Cioux earned two levels.

The Sentret and the Machop reunited after a well-fought battle, saying nothing to each other as they stood there. The Sentret was too out of breath to speak, panting heavily and shaking sweat out of his fur. The Machop, though, stood like a rock. He bled from a cut on his leg, but he didn't notice it at all. He stood like he had freshly walked out of a Pokecenter, other than the fact he looked ill in his features. The Machop swiped off some dead skin that had accumulated on his shoulder, flecks floating towards the ground.

Both pairs of eyes shot for the door as an Asbol strode in with its proud banter. Schizo greeted Carlyle by jumping on his back and shooting foam from his mouth, but the Machop quickly dragged him off by his tail. <No, Schizo,> he scolded again in his neutral voice. <He enters in peace.>

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[howl]

ooc// The levels seem right. Also, I was just meaning it to be a random Ariados. Happycatch^^

ic// Sulteron clipped the Pokéball containing the wounded Ariados onto her belt. Chia might have noticed, but at any rate he didn't mention anything. The Cyndaquil clambered up to his favourite spot on his trainer's shoulder, sighing. Man, he was tired out. Alice was staring at Rawnie, wondering how to transport him. Abe and George were gazing at Schizo, for some reason having admiration in their eyes. Fayo shook his orange mane and bright red coat, the oddly coloured Flareon pacing about the Mothim.

The Absol caught Sulteron and all her Pokémon's attension when he walked in. An Absol! That was random... and awesome. Absol were amazing. Sulteron was the first to take action. The others stared, apart from Abe and George who took a couple of steps closer to Schizo as he was pulled away from the wolf. "That's it! Schizo, you're amazing! If this Absol is strong enough to carry a Sentret, then why not a Mothim?" Sulteron exclaimed. "Urm... I don't know your name, Absol, but do you think you'd be able to carry Rawnie the dying Mothim on your back to Tarro Town, where he can be healed back to normal in the Pokémon Center there?" she asked the Dark type.

[winter]

The Absol shook his sooty mane, getting rid of the splinters and sentret-dribble. He glanced up at Sulteron.

<Hey, I just came here to get Cioux. Rawnie... well, the name sounds familiar, but I'm not really here to help. In fact, my trainers is only a little ways away with his sister. Cioux belongs to her, but he wandered off...>

As if on cue, Cioux walked into the cabin after Sulteron. He'd been tending to Rawnie more before he'd thought he heard a familiar voice. Sure enough, as he came in and saw their visitor, a look of recognition crossed his face. He was even unexpectedly happy to see the wolf.

<Carlyle? B-but, how'd you... your fur...>

Carlyle laughed, and again he grinned. <I followed your scent. There arn't many other riolu around here, you know. I myself have no idea what happened to my coat. It just kinda changed. But it still looks cool. Anyway, let's go.>

Cioux, however, looked from the Absol to Sulteron, and back to Carlyle again. Go? Just like that? But... Rawnie still needed their help! The little pokemon frowned. Lana and Aarin probably really wanted him back, but he couldn't just leave. He stared up at Sulteron desperately.

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[Kimo]

The Machop and the Sentret watched as the Absol began to desert the Riolu and the rest of the team. Schizo bared his teeth and let out a low growl, but his Fighting friend was the one who took action.

He walked forward with a heavy stride and clasped his hands around Carlyle's tail, tugging it backwards before the Absol wriggled out of his grasp.
<No human or Pokemon is going to wheedle their way out of caring for Rawnie,> he said wth a quiet ferocity.

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[howl]

Sulteron stared at the Absol Cioux had called Carlyle. Did he seriously think they could leave? What, now? With Rawnie desperately needing to be taken to a Pokémon Center? No way! Sulteron nodded to Cioux, agreeing with Machop. No human or Pokémon was going to come and walk off without actually helping. "Carlyle, please. We're all going to help, whether you like it or not." she said firmly.

Her mind was thinking of solutions to this problem. There were lots of Pokémon, but they could really do with the care of a human if they were going to carry Rawnie. And... well, Carlyle had mention a trainer and his sister. Three people were much better than one, and they'd have Rawnie better even quicker. "I have an idea. Why doesn't Carlyle bring his trainers here? That way they'd be even more of us, and the trainers will be with Cioux again." she asked. Was that a good idea? She wasn't that sure.

[winter]

Carlyle gave a soft growl- who was this machop to be pulling on his tail in such a rude manner? Well, serves him right- such a tight grip around the blade would punish him for sure. Though the absol was slightly surprised when the thing showed no sign of pain.

<Um... hey, what? Why should I help you?> He scoffed, shooting first a look at the machop, then Sulteron. Pushy, pushy. He knew very well that Sulteron's request was reasonable- no doubt Aarin and Lana would be willing to help. But still, they had no right to boss him around.

Cioux stepped up agiain, his eyes pleading. <Come on, Carlyle. Can you just go get the twins? She really needs help- Rawnie's been injured.>

The Absol, again, glared at them all. Even the little guy was speaking up, now. Red eyes narrowed, he was silent for a while. After a moment, he finally growled-

<... Fine.>

At that, he leaped across the room and out the doorway- in doing so, he shoved rudely past one of Sulteron's pokemon- he didn't take notice of which one it was- and in a moment, was gone.

Cioux heaved a sigh of relief. <Good- he shouldn't take long. I'll bet they aren't far off. We can wait here for a while, I guess.>

[Kimo]

The Sentret and the Machop shared a wary look at each other, as if they didn’t trust the word of the Absol. There also was a air of tension around them, but it was left unsaid. Instead they stood silently waiting with each other, even with Schizo’s tendency to scream and fight at all times. Instead he was staring at the Machop intently, glancing at his hand first and generally just watching him.
His palms now exhibited bruises from his constant gripping, mixing in with past scars and altogether making his hands look mushy. His cut still trickled with blood, much to the Machop’s ignorance. For a second, he seemed to wobble a bit, but he held his ground and waited for the Absol to reappear.

((Sorry for crap post. There’s not much to say, and I don’t have much time to write this.))

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[howl]

ooc// Same here. Not much to write about.

ic// Sulteron waited for the oddly coloured Absol to reappear, too. She hoped this other trainer would be helpful. Hopefully, together they'd be able to get Rawnie to a Pokémon Center without damaging him further. Perhaps they'd make a stretcher or something.

Her eyes trailed over to Machop as her oddly coloured Flareon sat on her feet. She didn't mind Fayo sitting there; he was nice and warm. Machop, however, didn't look too good. "Are you all right, Machop? I think if we do take Rawnie to a Pokémon Center, you could do with a rest, too. How about you, Schizo?" she said, looking at the strange Sentret warily, not wanting to offend the Pokémon.

[winter]

( Sorry, guys. My muse ate itself. I had to go buy a new one. D: )

Cioux watched the others for a moment, then sat by the wall, leaning his back against it. It had been a long day for sure... but he was glad to have made some new friends. He remained that way for a while, still watching Sulteron and the other pokemon, untill his head nodded, and he began to dose off.

He didn't have much time to nap, however, because Carlyle had returned sooner than the riolu would have expected.

<Alright everyone,> The Absol called as he walked through the door. <I've found 'em.> Following behind Carlyle, wewre two trainers. One, a shorter, stockier girl, with a large cotton ball of a tail and a very strange hair color- nearly pure white, and almost grey at the tips. Her eyes were wide and expressive, and she glanced about the room in wonder, saying- "Wow, I didn't know this was here! Cool!"

Behind her was a tall lanky boy, hands in his pockets as he slouched over slightly. He looked as if he wanted to be anywhere but there. Behind him trailed on the ground a long, scaled black tail, tipped with a sharp-edged blade, and his black bangs fell sloppily over his left eye, covering it completely. The visable eye was narrowed.

Soon, the girl's eyes had landed on Cioux, and she squeeled happily, making her brother flinch.

"Cioux!" She cried, and rushed over to pick up her pokemon in a big hug. He smiled slightly at his trainers enthusiasm, and she spoke again, this time in poketounge. <I'm so glad you're safe, buddy!>

Carlyle, who had been sitting away from the door, now aproached the other trainer. The boy bent down, and the two exchanged a quick, whispered conversation. The trainer nodded and got back up again, facing his sister.

After being crushed by his trainer's massive hug, the Riolu leaped out of her arms again. He turned to sulteron, smiling. <Sulteron- this is my trainer, Lana.> As soon as she was introduced, the girl skipped forward, sticking out a hand to shake.

"It's so nice to meet you!" She said, grinning. "Thank you so, so much for taking care of my pokemon! I was afraid he'd be lost forever!" Behind her, both Carlyle and his apparent trainer snorted, but she took no notice. Under his breath, Carlyle muttered something like, <Yeah, but she's not the one who searched for the wimp for hours...>

[Kimo]

The Machop and the Sentret stood still as they waited for the arrival of the humans, shifting only once for the Machop to take a glance back at Sulteron. <I’m fine,> he spoke on his flat baritone, swiping his hand in the air, as if shooing away her fears. <I swear.> He didn’t make time to explain himself, as he seemed too wrapped up waiting for the door to be opened.
Schizo stared at him with a knowing look, and when his eyes travelled over to the girl he felt compelled to leave his guard and climb up next to her ear.
<He means it, really,> he muttered under his rancid breath. <Zombie doesn’t feel a thing.> He said it matter-of-factly, and rather seriously as if it were meant to be taken literally. The Sentret’s eyes suddenly flashed in recognition of what he had just said and hissed, <Don’t call him that! He doesn’t like it. Use it only when you need it..> His ears perked up and his gaze fell back to the door, where footsteps could be heard travelling behind it. He leapt back onto the ground and clambered back into position, both he and the Machop turning stiff as the trainers came inside.
Schizo and Zombie did not do much to greet Lana and Aarin. They stood like soldiers, keeping a watchful eye on their every action. Any time they made a sudden movement they would shift into a more offensive position and ready themselves for a fight.
But the Machop thought for a while, how the Absol seemed fine by their side and how affectionately they greeted the Riolu. Turning to his Sentret friend, he could see the light dying in his eyes and knew he realized the same as him. The bleakly colored Pokemon stepped forward to the duo and began to speak.
<Humans, we seek your help. There is a dying Mothim outside who is a friend of ours, and we need your help to save her.. We don’t have much time to find another way.> Never did his voice peak in distress or impatience.

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[howl]

Sulteron smiled, relieved, as help arrived. They needed to help Mothim as best as they could, and they might not have time to get all the way to Tarro Town. She frowned, doing her best to think of what to do. Perhaps if they could get Mothim into a stable condition, they'd be able to transport her? They'd need to make some sort of strecher, too. This wouldn't easy in the least.

"If we can get her in a stable condition, we might be able to get her to professionals." she stated. Chia nodded slowly. That seemed right. She led the newcomers to the spot where the moth Pokémon lay. "Erm- any of you know anything about medics?" she asked, only knowing basic first aid herself.

[winter]

As Lana followed Sulteron out the door, she stopped suddenly, surprised.

<Hey... that's...>

The pokemon at her feet nodded. <Yup. That's Rawnie.> He said, finishing her sentance. Lana just stared at the moth pokemon, unsure of what to do. Her brother was the one to step forward. He knelt over Rawnie, examining her closely.

After another minute or so, he stood up, and spoke for the first time since he'd entered the abandoned shack. <Since she's fainted, I don't think a potion would help much. If only we had some revives...> He shook his head, still thinking.

The haughty Carlyle had followed everyone outside, ignoring Sulteron, and he sniffed at poor Rawnie disdainfully. <I'm not sure about you guys, but I couldn't help but notice this back at the lab. Isn't it weird that she's a... she? What kind of freak of nature is this?>

Lana gave the Absol a cold, hard stare. Aarin took no notice, and said- "I think our best hope is to get her to a pokecenter as soon as possible. Unless one of you has a revive or some miracle-working potion."

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