02-14-2019, 11:11 AM
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[div style="width: 100%; height: 30px; overflow: stretch; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; background-color:#1c1b1b; padding-left: 20px;"][ nox ] [img width=40]https://cdn.bulbagarden.net/upload/6/60/302MS.png[/img]
[img width=40]https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/pokemon-mini-sprites/images/a/a4/Toxapex.png/revision/latest?cb=20171009194515[/img] [ ailani ]
He could've cared less about the apocalypse. Meteors plummeting from the sky like the Gods themselves accidentally spilled over their cup of space rocks? Big deal. The surface would handle it as always, and his family would be oblivious as ever, relaxing peacefully in their caverns each with a carbink cocktail in their claws. Of course, the subterranean paradise was never truly safe from nature's wrath, and a chunk of fallen rock managed to speed up just enough on its descent to poke a hole through their stone umbrella. Dozens of other fiery pebbles followed suit, pummeling the ceiling to bits. The fabric of their reality crumpled... literally.
He didn't quite know how he survived; his fellow sableyes and underground neighbors were probably smushed like ants beneath a cruel hand. Yet Nox didn't evade fate unscathed. His misfortune was evident by the limp and mangled arm tenderly hung at his side as he blindly stumbled through the bright air -- sunlight was certainly a harsh environment to adjust to. By the time a parade of survivors happened to pass by the collapsed maw of the tunnels, the gem-eater was desperate enough to follow.
The progression of movement around him slowed and halted. Nox gladly seized the opportunity to plop down onto the ash-caked earth, tilting his head to keep the bothersome sun's glare from refracting off the crystals forming his eyes. At least he could somewhat discern the shadowed silhouettes of the other pokemon, yet he directed his focus to the slim, flowing shape of a gardevoir when Timedancer spoke. A new home? What made this place so great compared to all the other sites they turned their noses at? Maybe he was alone in his opinion, but any sheltered nook to dig out a burrow would have satisfied his standards. Cradling his mending arm closer to his tiny frame and gingerly flexing his claws, he listened to her words in silence. At the discussion of corpses littering the area, the sableye perked. Grave-digging sounded more interesting than sifting through rubble. Plus, maybe he could snag himself a couple of jewels from whatever human accessories that weren't completely obliterated. A diamond set in a wedding ring, perhaps, or a tacky quartz necklace, he wouldn't mind either way. Plain rocks were flavorless after all. And, dammit, he deserved to celebrate his unlikely survival and treat himself after the world went to hell.
Picking himself off the ground with his good arm, Nox swiveled his head to locate the looming figure of Gunther admist the foot-weary crowd. The towering beast of metal wasn't hard to miss, fortunately. He, along with that uptight watchog, already sauntered off and Nox hurriedly scrabbled after. "Mind if I help?" the sableye offered as he caught up to Gunther's side, flashing a sharp-toothed grin, "I was born to dig." Sure, his arm may still need time to heal, but one set of claws was better than none.
He didn't quite know how he survived; his fellow sableyes and underground neighbors were probably smushed like ants beneath a cruel hand. Yet Nox didn't evade fate unscathed. His misfortune was evident by the limp and mangled arm tenderly hung at his side as he blindly stumbled through the bright air -- sunlight was certainly a harsh environment to adjust to. By the time a parade of survivors happened to pass by the collapsed maw of the tunnels, the gem-eater was desperate enough to follow.
The progression of movement around him slowed and halted. Nox gladly seized the opportunity to plop down onto the ash-caked earth, tilting his head to keep the bothersome sun's glare from refracting off the crystals forming his eyes. At least he could somewhat discern the shadowed silhouettes of the other pokemon, yet he directed his focus to the slim, flowing shape of a gardevoir when Timedancer spoke. A new home? What made this place so great compared to all the other sites they turned their noses at? Maybe he was alone in his opinion, but any sheltered nook to dig out a burrow would have satisfied his standards. Cradling his mending arm closer to his tiny frame and gingerly flexing his claws, he listened to her words in silence. At the discussion of corpses littering the area, the sableye perked. Grave-digging sounded more interesting than sifting through rubble. Plus, maybe he could snag himself a couple of jewels from whatever human accessories that weren't completely obliterated. A diamond set in a wedding ring, perhaps, or a tacky quartz necklace, he wouldn't mind either way. Plain rocks were flavorless after all. And, dammit, he deserved to celebrate his unlikely survival and treat himself after the world went to hell.
Picking himself off the ground with his good arm, Nox swiveled his head to locate the looming figure of Gunther admist the foot-weary crowd. The towering beast of metal wasn't hard to miss, fortunately. He, along with that uptight watchog, already sauntered off and Nox hurriedly scrabbled after. "Mind if I help?" the sableye offered as he caught up to Gunther's side, flashing a sharp-toothed grin, "I was born to dig." Sure, his arm may still need time to heal, but one set of claws was better than none.
Not too long ago, if her imminent prey gathered the guts to ask her where she saw herself in a month, she would've never answered with dry land. Yet here the toxapex was, crawling her way over rock and grass rather than sand and coral. It was a miracle she hadn't completely shriveled up without water -- she had to thank the few other water pokemon traveling alongside them for that. Despite their efforts of hydration, Ailani wasn't designed for long distances across sun-baked terrain. All twelve of her figurative feet ached with the unfamiliar feeling from hard earth, and while she bit back complaints -- the whining brat known as Adrien provided enough of those for everyone -- her miserable attitude worsened with every step.
When Timedancer stopped their exodus, a hissing sigh slipped past crooked teeth and Ailani gratefully took a moment of ease. Attempting to balance on two tentacles to relieve the strain on the rest, the toxapex tried to focus on the discussion as she wobbled. A difficult task when a fight was possibly brewing. The two eeveelutions' squabbling provided a welcome distraction. Part of what the umbreon spat was true, albeit shrouded in anger. There were certainly quite a few... what had the humans called it? Shinies? A handful of genetic mutants accompanied the group. Her theory for the phenomenon was that they found safety in numbers since they couldn't camouflage as well as their brethren -- she was overthinking things again.
Giving her head a dismissive toss, Ailani turned her gaze back to the pair only to see the gardevoir breaking up the dispute and setting off to gather. Scarred features twisting into a mock pout, the poisonous creature dropped back down onto the rest of her limbs, keeping two raised in order to properly view the remaining pokemon. "A'ight, anybody wanna do somethin' productive with me? Like, somethin' useful," she suggested in an admittedly quiet voice, unsure of what exactly to do in the first place.
When Timedancer stopped their exodus, a hissing sigh slipped past crooked teeth and Ailani gratefully took a moment of ease. Attempting to balance on two tentacles to relieve the strain on the rest, the toxapex tried to focus on the discussion as she wobbled. A difficult task when a fight was possibly brewing. The two eeveelutions' squabbling provided a welcome distraction. Part of what the umbreon spat was true, albeit shrouded in anger. There were certainly quite a few... what had the humans called it? Shinies? A handful of genetic mutants accompanied the group. Her theory for the phenomenon was that they found safety in numbers since they couldn't camouflage as well as their brethren -- she was overthinking things again.
Giving her head a dismissive toss, Ailani turned her gaze back to the pair only to see the gardevoir breaking up the dispute and setting off to gather. Scarred features twisting into a mock pout, the poisonous creature dropped back down onto the rest of her limbs, keeping two raised in order to properly view the remaining pokemon. "A'ight, anybody wanna do somethin' productive with me? Like, somethin' useful," she suggested in an admittedly quiet voice, unsure of what exactly to do in the first place.