skymin, use seed flare! D<

[Cardinal]

Opheria took one look at the figure above her, black in the harsh sun's glare, and scrambled upright with her left arm, not yet used to having only one. Her stump was sore and irritable, coloured an angry cardinal colour, yet Nayyun's patching with her jail-robes seems to have stopped any blood shed.

The sun...how nice it was, to be in the open after five years of being locked in a cell. And Nayyun...who'd never seen the sun before...how awful.
The fresh scents of morning flowed around her, the mountains pointing in their worship of the sun and the sea-blue sky. It all seemed so new, like an old friend believed to be dead had been resurrected.

Still, Opheria did not feel whole. Nor would she ever.

Avoiding her "alliy"'s eyes [as always], she muttered, "Y-yeah sure. You lead." With no belongings except her brown torn trousers and sepial thin t-shirt [ripped and bloodied in many areas], she had no need to stand around and collect anything.

[Nayeun]

Mmmble.

Nayyun uncurled herself and stretched her worn body on the smooth marble of the roof. It was kind of crazy that the guards didn't even check the tops of their own building. She rubbed her eyes but didn't open them, scratching the palm of her hand before rolling over onto her back.

W-what's that...?

Something warm and furry was on her face. No, it wasn't furry. But it was really warm. She moved her hands to her face and found nothing there but her face. Her cheeks were hot. So was the rest of her. Her clothes had warmed. Was there like an invisible hot pack sitting on her or something...?

She opened her eyes and immediately winced, her pupils dilating then shrinking quickly. Uhhh! What is that blinding light!

Was that... the sun?

Quickly Nayyun jumped awake and brushed away the warmth. Oh, my. My goodness gracious. It was the sun.

"Oh, mmm!" she mumbled, stretching her limbs toward the sun. It was a clear, sunny day, and she was feeling refreshed. God, the sun. It was amazing. She'd seen it, of course, but never like this. She'd never felt it. It was all over her. She felt smothered in love for the first time in years.

Then she turned and saw Opheria mumbling about. "Opheria! Isn't this great? Isn't this great??" she cried over, stumbling swiftly to her ally, her ankle making a quiet snap every time it touched ground. Who cared about the ankle. I mean, the sun was out.

"Doomnova! You guys are both awake? Are we ready?" she asked concernedly.

[Cardinal]

[too tired to describe -- I kinda need doom to post to advance]

Slightly startled, the Cranidos-morph stuttered, "Y-yes, I'm ready.", instinctively jerking to one side to avoid Nayyun rubbing against her shoulder.

"Na-nayyun," she murmered, her eyes aimed at the marbled sun-heated floor, her pale reflection gazing at her from the shiny surface, "Do you want to lead? Or Doom?"

[DoomNova]

[sorry, can't rp now, it would too long with a ps3]

[Cardinal]

[that's alright. we'll leave it til later.]

[DoomNova]

"Hmm..."

'The forest could be full of traps if there are survivor humans inside the Sharpedo-shaped mountain. But if the movement, or whatever the pokemorphs are called, live there, the area around it could be swarming with them. It will be dangerous going there, and we need to know what is the shortest way to the mountain and to the top...'' Doomnova thought.

He stared at Nayuun for a while. ''Wait, morphs turn into their pokemon forms when in a dangerous situation, right? Nayuun is a Zubat, she could fly in her pokemon form and scan the area from the air... But there doesn't seem to be anything dangerous here? Or..."

Doomnova made an evil grin. "Hey, Nayuun." He hissed with a cold voice. He made his grin even wider, and started to form a Night Shade attack, which spun around his hand.

"I'm going to kill you now."

[Nayeun]

Nayyun started to walk around the campsite, bewildered that they were going to travel up the mountain. It was one thing to say it, another to actually execute the plan. But uh, how would they get up there? And how would they know what enemies lay ahead? They didn't have much, and they could get their food from the forests... providing the forests had fruit...

So she was deep in thought when Doom said, "Hey Nayyun."

She turned to face her friend. Or ally. Or acquaintance. On his face was the same, creepy grin from her dream... She gave a shudder. Then, almost in slow motion, his hands raised up together, black spinning around his palms , darting around like tadpoles in a disturbed lake. His mouth opened, and Nayyun could see his canines; not quite as sharp as hers, but sharp enough. Forming the syllables that she couldn't understand.

"I'm going to kill you now."

Oh, okay.

Wait, what?

Nayyun stared at him, her arms groping backwards and hitting nothing but air. She gave a little gasp as she fell backwards, her arms not supporting her. He was going to kill her? What? Weren't they all friends? Why ...?

Her head clouded and she panicked, total panic. As soon as the fingers of her arms touched the ground (which, if she had landed, would have certainly broken, but she didn't land) they disappeared. Her body followed, giving a complete /poof/. There were no words for shock.

Instead, there remained a tiny zubat, slightly smaller than usual. It gave a squeak. "Z-z-zuuuuu!" it shrilled, and started to fly, panicked, in the direction of the forest.

[Cardinal]

Opheria looked briefly at the retreating Zubat, and then at Doom -- then at the floor again. He had done that purely to scare her, didn't he? Just so we could get some idea of our location.

I doubt she'll be coming back.

Hiding her sadness at the loss of her...acquaintance, she turned glumly away from the sun, and walked towards the edge of the marble building, now cold at the knowledge of what Doom would do to get his way, untouched by the sun's rays.

When she reached the edge she stared down the parapet -- it was a twenty-foot drop or so, smothered in grass turned black by the ominous overshadowing labratory. Slowly she raised her arm backwards [her stub moved in the same way], and she jumped from the roof, landing with a smack on the dark green brushell, feet-first.

Given a minute to recover and shake off the cramping pain in her bruised legs, she then ran through the wild grass, the blades brushing against her thighs as she the untrodden path to the high forest. The shadow of the building she had hated so badly for so long disappeared from behind her retreating figure.

Would Doom follow? Would he care? ...No, that's alright.

Eventually, she began to feel the warmth of the sun on her neck again. Her un-cut hair flew out from behind her, years of dust beginning to fall onto the golden grass...how long she had wanted to feel this taken-for-granted feeling.

Of course, she only registered this unconciously -- she was empty, after all.

Instead, she thought; there's pokemorphs in those woods, like Doom wanted Nayyun to find out. But, he's too outerly weak to do it...how different we are. I myself am mentally and pyshically strong enough to fight and avoid pokemorphs. Spiritually?

No. No, definately not. I have no spiritual strength. That's what is most important in this world...

[Nayeun]

The Zubat--its train of thought scattered like a Pokemon's in panic, it was no longer quite Nayyun (at least not in mind)--flew away, its wings working like clockwork, skimming the slight breeze. It could not remember the reason that it was frightened, as Zubat are rather dumb creatures of the Pokemon world, only that it had to escape, and fast.

However, as it started to glide above the glossy forests, admiring the scenery, its fast heartbeat slowed little by little. It went from a thump-thump-thump to a steady thump-thump. thump-thump. in minutes. Very soon, the zubat was relaxed and had traveled a bit of a way from the laboratory.

No sooner had the zubat's scattered mind thought it was relaxed that it started to transform back into the Pokemorph that it had initially transformed from. Nayyun desperately tried to catch the breeze on her skinny limbs and "fingers" as she poofed back into her original body. Her parachutic arms caught the wind, and she started to glide.

Nayyun bit her lip as her memory resurfaced. Doomnova had said that he wanted to kill her. But why? She couldn't go back there. But then, she couldn't leave Opheria. Her conscience would not let her friend be killed. And the next time they met, Nayyun was going to kill Mr. Sensitive.

Well... maybe not kill. Maybe I'll go abandon him somewhere, for her mentality was not exactly suited for homicide. Anyway, I gotta save Opheria. If she gets killed, well, I'll know nobody.

She started to sink in the air and quickly flapped her wings. It was amazing, really; this was the first time she had ever flown (theoretically) and it was as natural as breathing. She flew over the forests; it would be a long way to Sharpedo Bluff on foot, Nayyun could tell already. If she and Opheria traveled together, it would take... what... a few days. At the least.

Her eyesight skimmed the trees. Several spurts of black smoke hazed above the trees. She wondered what that was about. Dangerous? She'd have to find out later.

In the meantime, Nayyun found herself turning around and flying back toward the lab, in search of her only friend as of the present.

[DoomNova]

Doomnova looked up to the sky. He saw something coming towards him and Opheria. The sun was shining brightly, and he couldn't clearly see what it was. After a while, the outline of the figure became sharper and clearer; a Zubat. Doomnova grinned. So, she came back. Good. She'd probably have a lot information of the area.

[sorry, too tired to write more]

[Cardinal]

Opheria halted; she was aware that the jigging off the body as it moved was causing the cloth ribbon-tied around her bloody shoulder-stump to loosen and tear -- bleeding to death, whilst giving a quick death, was not preferable at this time.

Instead, she lent forwards, her left hand resting on her torn and bloodstained knees, and began to pant. The smell of wild golden corngrass filled her senses with a kind of serenity, whilst the dim blurred straw-coloured horizon seemed to rest her eyes so used to the monochromity of the lab.

A shape of the skyline caught her eye; it was shaped like a place, white and piercing the cloudy backdrop. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's Nayyun!

Breathing in relief, she caught the distinct lavender-and-cornflower features of the girl she had felt almost fond for; Nayyun. She was back!

[Nayeun]

Nayyun landed and collapsed into the grass, several yards away from the duo she had come for. She was... so tired. The flight of her newfound wings had made for a very tiring expedition. As she fell into the soft grass, Nayyun was once more reminded of just how wonderful the world really was.

But not with people like Doomnova. She got up and scrambled over to the two, despite her protesting limbs. She pointed at the Duskull, her face looking quite silly. Hatred didn't match her well.

"You... how... how dare..." she spluttered at him, bending down to pant. "I... cannot believe that... you would use us!"

Without warning, she charged at him rather slowly, her energy draining and leaking out from the bottom of her feet. I have to kill him or knock him unconscious... she thought seriously, though it was quite a funny event to look at.

--

Several kilometers away, a houndoom howled into the slowly setting sun.

[DoomNova]

Doomnova stopped her with a quick Disable attack. "May I kindly suggest that you wont do that... except if you really want me to kill you. Think about it for a moment?" He said, and removed the Disable.

Doomnova then quickly turned at the Sharpedo mountain. He thought he had heard something... but it was probably just his imagination.

"Well, shall we go now, then?" Doomnova said to the other two pokemorphs. "Nayuun... what was the forest like? What would be the shortest way to the mountain?" he asked, like he had never threatened her or anything. He even made a fake smile to annoy her more.

[Nayeun]

As she ran, she felt her body seizing up awkwardly. It shuddered and clenched together. Her ears, huge and able to hear better than anything, could just catch the murmur from her ally-turned-enemy-- "May I kindly suggest that you wont do that... except if you really want me to kill you. Think about it for a moment?"

Wait... really kill her? Does that mean that the first threat was empty?

God... this really hurts me. Am I that stupid?

She felt her body relax. Her paralyzation was over. She stopped, slouched back and shook her limbs. Am I really that stupid? Of course he wouldn't...

A thread of resentment hung between Nayyun and Doomnova. She would have preferred not to have been introduced to the emotion of hatred. As she turned toward him, her eyes blazing, he gave a fake little smile. She scowled.

"What was the forest like? What would be the shortest way to the mountain?"

Nayyun rolled her eyes. "It was dangerous. I don't know the shortest way to the mountain. Why don't you find out?"

Her mind went back to the black smoke.

[Cardinal]

Slightly tinged with some relief, Opheria wiped her forehead with her remaining arm and turned to walk through the parting cornwheat towards her acquantances.The ground cracked with parched and sun-dried texture, the little buds from the wheat popping beneath her cclawed feet.

As soon as she reached the others she grimaced; her shoulder-stub had begun to throb painfully in a thump-thump rythm. A piece of grizzled grey-blue bone was jutting through the cloth bandage. Feeling a little sick she pushed the rags over it, only to see them tear through the middle.

What had Doom just said...? She hadn't heard, for the pain in her bloodied shoulder was hurting distractingly.