Everlasting Friend [Trace/Mod]

[Mercutio "Ghost" Pendragon]

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart

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I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask

Mercutio bit his lip, staring at the cave opening, one of his shoulders occupied and his arms being used as a nest. His arms tightened a little, pulling the Swablu closer to his chest, and the little girl let out a soft coo and turned to rub against his chest comfortingly. Immediately, a little smile teased at the boy's lips and he lifted her up to press a gentle kiss to her head, his body relaxing a little. He'd had Fuzzlefluff here since he was young, a gift from his older brother Malcolm, and as such she often comforted him, a steadying presence for the Glaceon Gijinka. "You're right," he murmured softly, "I'm being silly. It's just a cave, right?" She crooned a soft agreement, leaning up to preen his hair in encouragement before she settled again. On his other side, the little Chatot stirred, looking at him but remaining silent. He smiled gently at the other young girl he had taken in. "C'mon, Echo, let's get this over with, I'm sure you want to be home."

"E... cho..." the Chatot murmured softly in such a sad voice that Ghost couldn't help but feel sorry for the little girl he'd fallen in love with and taken in. That was the only word she'd ever spoken to him, and he was always careful to try to treat her well. He had a feeling she'd been abused when the strange male with the spiky black hair gave her to him, but he took her in anyway and had made sure to keep her as happy as he could, which didn't seem to be very by the sad tone of her voice. But he didn't lose hope in her. He knew one day she'd be able to say more than just her name. He just knew it. He reached up and gently offered his hand to her, showing her his palm as he reached out and rubbed under her chin slowly in that way that always made her relax and close her eyes. She certainly seemed to trust him, which was all that mattered to the young man. So long as she trusted him, he could keep going. Smiling gently, he then turned back to the cave. His superiors had sent him out this way and told him that there was supposed to be an illegal ring run inside and they wanted him to infiltrate it and... take care of all of those inside. He swallowed hard, looking down. He hated that part of the job. He hated fighting and he hated the blood on his hands that only seemed to get thicker every day that went by. His throat started swelling up and he gagged, squeezing his eyes tightly shut, forcing back the bile that burned at his throat. He was stronger than this! Shaking his head back and forth to try to focus himself, he gathered himself up, holding his chin as high as he could as he went into the cave. Still... it wouldn't hurt to have some help nearby, would it? He reached into a pocket of his white coat and tossed out a Pokeball, the flash revealing a yellow Vulpix that let out a proud cry as he stood up in the light cast by the entrance. Banquo wasn't the strongest Pokemon around, true, but already Mercutio felt a just a little better from his presence alone.

I want to exorcise the demons from your past

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I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

[connorlangston]

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So, Connor wasn't too thrilled about being called at the last minute to be back up. He didn't mind being back up, that wasn't the issue. The issue was that he was going into this situation virtually blind. All he knew was that he was supposed to be backing someone up who was going to be infultrating an illegal ring that was headquartered in the caves. He didn't know how big the ring was, nor did he know who his supposed partner was supposed to be, only that his name was Ghost. Needless to say, he was a touch grumpy about the whole thing. It didn't help that he hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, having been plagued by nightmares after visiting his family's graves. He shook his head sharply as he made his way to the meeting place. He did not need his mind in the past today, not when he had a job to do. Grumbling under his breath, he scanned his surroundings, sniffing the air slightly. A scent caught his nose, similar to how snowflakes smelled or snow did but colder. Curious, he followed the scent, glad that it headed toward the caves as well. The scent seemed oddly familiar, in a way but he couldn't place it. He reached the caves after a moment, finding a young man standing at the entrance. A Chatot was on his shouder, and an Vulpix was at his feet. Was this Ghost? He wasn't sure. Tilting his head slightly he studied the young man, or what he could of him since his back was to Connor at the moment. He frowned slightly, shoving his hands in his pockets as he headed toward the other. This was going to be very interesting, he could tell already. "You must be lost, kid." he commented, idily, a slight smirk on his face. If he got through this, he'd be having a good day. He shut those thoughts away, knowing he needed his head on straight to get through this. He hated dealing with illegal rings when he had too. He wouldn't mind a good fight come to think of it. He was too full of excess energy that needed to be burned off somehow. Maybe this would be a good way too, even if it was a bit destructive. Really, they ought to know better by now. He hated being woken up with a hangover. It was mostly faded by now but it was still there, and making his head hurt something awful. He'd be taking a long hot shower after this.

Tag: Ghost and Mody-peoples. Words: 430 Notes: And Trace has arrived! Pokeparty: Liryk- level 6 Credit: Sparkle

[Cori]

WILD TORCHIC APPEARED!

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Torchic || Male || Blaze || Fire || Level 7
Scratch || Growl || Focus Energy

Barely a stone's throw from where the two Epispect gijinka stood, two more pairs of beady eyes blinked weakly at the light from the cave's mouth, unaccustomed to such brightness after long weeks hiding in the darkness, too young and weak to even breathe fire to light their way. Not like the rest of their large group had be able to before...before those other humans came. The slightly smaller of the two huddled birds sniffled, trying to force those memories back; thinking of the loved ones they lost now would only hinder their escape further. No time for tears, he thought weakly as he turned his beaked face to the cave's mouth, his eyes stinging from the light as much as they were from unshed tears. He couldn't cry - not now, when freedom was so close they could practically taste it, and even though the sudden brightness burned their eyes, the Torchic duo knew that it was a hopeful light, promising them a chance to put the horrors of what had happened deep in the belly of the caves. Maybe once they could find somewhere to live Outside, where there was light to chase away the terrors of the dark, maybe then the nightmares full of screams and death and the scent of blood would cease to plague him....

A comforting nibble to his cheek startled the smaller Torchic from his thoughts and he gave a weak chirp of contentment, turning to nuzzle against the chest feathers of his companion, grateful for his company. If they had not found each other after the massacre, then it was likely that neither of them would have survived. But while they were still undoubtedly weak Pokémon - most creatures their age still traveled with family, and for good reason - they were just strong enough together to make it out alive...that is, if they could make it past those humans guarding the door. The Torchic shivered at the sight of them, only able to recall the atrocities of that night when he saw their forms. Humans had taken almost everything from him, and while part of him burned with an intense hatred for them, any urge to attack these ones in a misguided attempt at revenge was buried under a fear so heavy it was almost tangible in the air. No, he would have to run across from them, just as they planned to do in such a situation. "T-torchic tor." I-I'm going now. He whispered softly to the other, earning a nod of acknowledgement and another nibble at his cheek for courage before he turned, eyeing the path that should just get him around the duo and their Pokémon if he was lucky.

The Torchic swallowed, stepping forward on legs shaky from fear and hunger - he hadn't been able to keep his meals down for very long after the nightmares started attacking him - and he gave one last chirp back to his comrade before they temporarily parted ways. "T-tor chick tor." P-lease be safe. The other nodded, waving at him to go with a yellow wing and the smaller obeyed, taking first one trembling step in the direction of the cave mouth before steeling his nerves and breaking into a stumbling run.

WILD TORCHIC APPEARED!

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Torchic || Male || Blaze || Fire || Level 8
Scratch || Growl || Focus Energy

The more hardy Torchic sighed as he watched the other run off, releasing a shaky breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "Tor, tor torchic." Sorry, but I can't promise that. His voice was soft as his eyes stayed glued on those retreating tail feathers for a moment, heart aching in his chest. The two of them weren't even brothers - they had come from very distant branches of the same group, and that was all - but he cared more about the other than his very life. Protecting him in the weeks that had followed the humans killing of or driving away most of their family had kept him sane, given him a purpose in life besides charging in and trying to take as many of those monsters out before they could get rid of him too. If not for the other, he wouldn't be here anymore, and he swore during their very first nights on their own that he would do everything in his power to keep his friend alive. He couldn't protect the smaller fire-type from his nightmares, couldn't stop his trembling every time they heard something approach, but he could fight off attackers and make sure that he got at least a little food in his belly for as long as he could keep it down.

And now, he could give him a chance to live free, away from this hellhole.

Originally, the plan was that they would take turns going past any intruders that blocked the entrance, but this was one time he would choose to keep his friend safe rather than keep his word. Besides, it wasn't like he was being completely unselfish this time. Seeing those humans standing there had just brought back a slew of bad memories and writhing hatred in the pit of his little birdy stomach that he could not shake. No, he would do the best thing he could do for both of them right now: act as a distraction so his precious friend could escape. I'm sorry, he apologized mentally once more, before taking off on a far different path from the one he was supposed to take - running right out in front of the two humans, hissing angrily and fluffing up his feathers to appear all the more dangerous. "Torchic tor!" Get lost humans! He shrieked, scratching his claws against the ground dangerously as he prepared to charge. Even if he was not strong enough to breathe fire yet, he could still leave them with some nasty gashes if they were not careful.

OOC: The two Torchics were completely random, I swear. Also, I intended to roll your mons separately, so Kuro's is the first and Sparkle's is the second, but that was for level rolling purposes. Stick to it or not, it's just easier for me to remember. XD