Desolate Unova [ Randomized Black Nuzlocke ]

[CronusNuzlocker]

Hi everyone. I know I don't do much on this forum, and have been away for over a year. But I'm starting a new nuzlocke updating weekly, so I figured I'd share it here

Page 1: Unceremonious Arrival
Page 2: He called her Naomi
Page 3: A berry bush
Page 4: Shadow League
Page 5: Floating Shells

Spoiler: Art

Spoiler: Remember Caroline

Spoiler: Page 1: Unceremonious Arrival

A hard boot against his rib cage roused the sleeping man. In sudden realization that he'd been asleep, his head whipped back as his body jumped and his eyes snapped open. The pain at his chest was accompanied very quickly by a strong, throbbing ache where his head slammed into the wall he found himself leaning against. His eyes were taking some time to focus, the room around him shook occasionally, with little audible over the engine somewhere to his left. It was dark, lit only by a small red light. Though he'd never been on one before, the man quickly ascertained the general size of the plane. It was a small cargo plane, for whom it appeared he was cargo. The rope binds around his wrists and ankles made that quite clear. Two lengths of firm cord connecting the binds on his arms to those on his legs, restricting even how he could move. The moment the reality of the situation had set in, he twisted himself as well as he could, patting at his pockets; searching frantically for a pokeball, any of them. Lint. All he could find was Lint. The young mans heart began to pick up speed, though over the noise of the engine, the shaking of the plane, and the pain he was already in, he almost didn't notice it. Looking around he could see five other people bound as well as he. Three men sat unrestricted nearby. Each held a firearm of some description, he'd never been very good with guns. The boy beside him was struggling frantically, his eyes glazing as he looked around frantically for any help. It was all Lincoln could do to calmly asked the boy to relax. He wasn't going to relax himself; but there was no telling what these people had planned.

"Listen up" one of the men was pacing the aisle. "You are all my pokemon." Someone shouted at him, only to be kicked hard in the chest by what looked to be steel capped boots. The man, slightly taller than average, knelt in front of the young blonde girl. "Your my pokemon bitch, because I went and caught you didn't I." He grinned as he slapped her a couple times before gagging her. "We all know the rules, every trainer can only have six pokemon right? Look at yourselves; pathetic." He grinned, stomping on the toes of the boy with glazed eyes as he passed. "Unfortunately for you, I don't like pathetic pokemon. So we're going to weed out those that can, and those that can't hack it." Though impossible to hear, Lincoln saw the two other men who had remained sitting, chuckle to themselves. "We're off to Unova, lovelies" Unova, where the people revolted under a man named Ghetsis. Unova; where pokemon were released and civilization was destroyed, for the power of one man. "It appears we're almost at our destination. Time to get you in your pokeballs" He laughed. The two other men pointed their weapons at the 6 chained people. The tall man then retrieved a branding iron and a blow torch from a bag at the end of the plane."Who's first then?" He looked across their faces, eventually settling on Lincoln. Although the young man resisted, he could not prevent himself being flipped over and his shirt pulled up to expose his back to the stale air. "Now, you lot are my next team I'll be dropping into the Shadow League." He seemed so nonchalant as he pressed the white hot poker into lincoln's back. Lincoln dared not move; once would be bad enough. "It's like every other pokemon league, don't worry" His shirt was pulled back down and he was flipped back against the wall. "But you know how it is-" The man grabbed lincoln's face by his chin. "- pokemon die in the league."

"Okay." The brander smiled, tossing the branding iron to one of his associates. "I'm not a cruel master, I promise" The sarcasm in his tone wouldn't be needed, no matter how funny he thought it was. "I'll give you each a friend to join you down there" As he cut the cord that bound hands to feet of one of the men, the victim lashed out. Two legs, now free from being stuck with the hands, kicked out at their captor. Three loud cracks and a couple screams later; the poor bound man was laying bleeding on the floor. "Well, thank you for showing the stupidity of that" the tall man scoffed, cutting the connector for each of the other five. "Stand." It took some persuading; and even grabbing someone and pulling them to standing to have them comply. "There we go. All nice and neatly presented." Lincoln glared at the man grinning down at him. "These will be your only companions" the man stepped back, showing a small bucket of pokeballs. "Unlike how I caught you, I stole these. No telling whats in any of them. Go on; take one each." Marched forward at gunpoint, Lincoln raised his hands and removed one pokeball from the bucket, shuffling aside to let someone else. He wasn't going to open it to find out what pokemon was inside; About as stupid as struggling in a plane.

Suddenly light filled the room, all other noises were quashed by the great and terrible roar of the wind as the plane shook violently a moment. The door was open, and there was no parachutes. The men with guns had them trained very quickly on the prisoners as the tall man grabbed Lincoln's shoulder. He was first. Moving as best he could to keep the tall man between himself and the guns, he struggled. Punching with his bound hands, trying desperately to keep his footing despite the tiny range of movement his feet had. His struggles forced the other prisoners out of his way, seemingly funneling them toward the door. No matter how he yelled, or what he shouted; he couldn't stop any of them. Most seemed to rather their chances in free fall. Gunshots. It was only a few seconds before he found himself by the doorway. And only one stinging moment for the kick to hit his chest.

Kick lands; reflex; take as large a breath as possible. Low oxygen will cause blackouts.
1 second; roll over, head away from the water and toward the ground. Sure the wind stings the eyes, but it's better to see where he's going.

10 seconds; find somewhere to land. He sees the others falling, some toward land and some toward water. His greatest pity was for the ocean fallers, water doesn't give. Trees! There is a collection of fairly large fluffy trees on an island nearby.

20 seconds; Can breathe here. Spread arms and legs as wide as possible, chest down, back arched and head up. Bigger area means more friction, more friction means slower fall.

2 minutes; Swing body upright, legs together, knees bent. Arse clenched as he slams foot-first into the tree.

He could feel a thousand branches slicing at him. Could hear the crack of branches and the peel of thunder as he plummeted through the wood and into the tiny bay or river below. It was deep enough for him to fall in properly. The rush of the waves in the wind of the storm loosening the tension and allowing him to most easily pass through. Almost instantly on being submerged; he was tossed around like a tumbleweed. Unable to control his motion through the water as he sank.

Feeling himself crash against rocks almost knocked him out, but he forced himself to stay awake. Forced himself to straighten against the stone to pull his head above the water. The current changed again, ripping him away from the rocks and pulling him under again. Not even a second to prepare, he gulped at the air. A sputtering cough and a new inhalation each time he was thrown above the water for a second. He'd started gulping in the water, feeling the salty liquid be sucked up his nose. He could just give up. Let it go and drown. His grip tightened on the pokeball he was impressed he'd managed to hold onto all this time as he told himself not to give up. Blood in the water was sure to attract something, but the rocks might slow it down. For the moment he had to focus on fighting the current; getting and keeping his mouth above the water. Again, a near impossible task. His arms refused to move and his legs were still bound. His legs were still bound. At some point during the fall, something had cut his restraints. He couldn't remember when it had happened. But he was thankful for it.

With nearly his last ounce of strength, Lincoln seized hold of a low rocky shelf. A platform that was technically out of the water but not too much so that he would really have to climb. Chest against the rock he breathed a moment, feeling the beat of the water as it raised and lowered him. Waiting, counting. As the water began to rise with a wave washing over him, he pulled himself up. The pain was immense but survivable as he rolled onto the rock. Laying on his back staring up into the rain. Coughing and punching at his chest to get any remaining water from his lungs. He lay there, shivering. No idea where he was, no clue how to get home. Cold, wet, lost and alone. Even the pokeball in his hand was shattered and useless. Anyone inside long gone.

 

[CronusNuzlocker]

I know it says in the previous post that this will be updating weekly. And that is correct. However this story has 3 existing parts that should be posted in order to catch this thread up to other ones.

Spoiler: Part 2: He called her Naomi

Not a pleasant way to wake up, a mouthful of salt water. Coughing and spluttering, laying on a slab of stone just above the water's surface. Sun baking his skin. As he regained consciousness, Lincoln slowly became aware of just how many cuts and gashes he'd suffered on his way down. The salty spray of the water against the rock seemed determined to find every nick and scrape. He discovered very quickly that his choice of rock was not the best either. Each move, unless absolutely careful, cut him on the stone. With great care, Lincoln gently rolled onto his stomach, lifting himself weakly and stumbling over the next ledge onto the white flowers and grass of the island proper. Skin burnt, sliced, and filled with salt water. As much as Lincoln didn't relish the idea of moving, he knew he had to. A crawl on his elbows and knees to the shade of a nearby tree got him out of the elements for a moment. Enough to have a look around the area.

The flowers he had crawled up onto were part of a clearing. It was plain to see the clearing was a path cut through the forest. Once. Grass had overgrown much of the clearing. Thicker in some parts than others. Large rocks sat scattered around the area, and old rusted signs look ready to collapse. The clearest and possibly most disturbing thing to him though were the paths. Two paths clear of grass. One led from the far end of the 'road', the other from the near. Both game trails meandered to where he washed ashore. Food comes here regularly, but so does the danger. Concerned, he picked up a small, pointed stone from the roots of the tree he found himself under. It was about 9 centimetres long, 3 wide, and had a single sharp edge. Holding it like a knife he pulled himself up a tree. It was surprisingly easy for Lincoln to cut down a thin, green branch. Stripping the leaves from the small branch he cut it into strips and set out to bind each of what appeared to be the most pressing wounds, including the cuts on his legs.

"Right, I'm not bleeding." He patted himself down, checking yet again. "Food and Water next." Looking to both ends of the road he could easily see buildings. "An hour's walk, or a day's?" he scoffed and headed up the hill to the south. Keeping inside the tree line as he walked. He'd heard of the people in Unova and as much as he'd rather avoid any of them; Towns and Cities would be the best place to find food, water and shelter. Resources he'd need while he figured out how to get home.

An old metal sat stood at the top of the hill, one of its legs having rusted off and either been destroyed, or stolen. It lay on the ground, stomped into the dirt and warped from the elements; both natural and intentional. With all it had been through, only one word could be read "Nuvema". The path continued a little further. Stemming out on a stone pier with a staircase on either side. Between the staircases sat an old park bench overlooking the village. The bench was made of thick, heavy wood, it looked ready to weather another hundred years. Another Tier sat at the base of the staircases. Down the stair to the right was a single two story house, it's windows shattered and the roof falling in. The peak of its roof lined perfectly with the dirt and rock at the top of the cliff behind it. A single tree had fallen upon it, caving the roof inward and creating both a bridge and stair to within. The middle of this layer, about 4 meters from the end of the stone pier, was a large building. Three stories with a vaulted roof and arched windows. Well, once it had the arched windows. Large solid beams outlined the panels creating an imposing facade. It was likely more impressive in the past, before the paint had pealed and the glass had smashed. Before the brick bore splatters of blood and graffiti carved by bone. Only one thing seemed in good condition: A streetlamp standing between the two buildings was as well kept as that in any lived city. The stairs down to the next level were worn and broken but descended as far as the others. This third layer wrapped around the two above it. A broken bridge spanning the strip of water separating its two sides. Upon the westward side stood one building, and though Lincoln could not see it, the crumbled ruins of another. Only the roof of a large cottage was visible on the east side, shingles missing from where people have walked onto it from the above layer, and from where rocks had tumbled down the sheer cliff as high as both tiers.

Silently, Lincoln slumped onto the bench overlooking the town. There was likely more he couldn't see, but from this point it appeared mainly abandoned. So quite. So still. He was lost, in a foreign land with nothing except his clothes and a rock. "At least in the thought experiments you get a bunch of things to start out with." He sighed, head tilted back. "Grats Linc. Maybe Ursaring Grillz wouldn't have been a waste of time." He slowly tapped out some steady rhythm on his thigh with the knife-rock he'd found. A proper knife would of course be better, But what are the odds of ever finding one of those. Groaning, he brought his hands up to his face. This was the second time he was trapped on an island with no way to contact the outside world. "You'd think there'd be no chance of it happening again." He sat up proper, again surveying the area. "You'd think wrong obviously." The ocean filled the horizon, and the creatures therein filled it. "Nothing" he mumbled. Having hoped someone would take the bait of him sitting there to approach him. But no-one had. Standing, he heard a crumpling beneath his foot. An old photo was hidden under the top layer of dirt. A reminder that this use to be a nice place. Possibly.

Figuring he may as well actually look for anything useful like food, in the town, Lincoln proceeded down the stairs and into the nearest building. With a simple push the door swung open happily, presenting a room filled with leaves, a table, a kitchen and just about nothing else. There are marks on the floor where small items were removed a long while ago, but this house had been stripped bare long before Lincoln got here. The door shut with a slam behind him as he trudged through the overgrown grass toward the large building. He could hear the rattling of a snake somewhere in the grass around him. It would be wise to move slower. "It's okay. Don't eat me, whoever you are"the words were mere mumbles under his breath. He was thankful for the ability to climb through a window frame. Glass everywhere but no metal. Someone smashed the glass and took the metal framing. A fluttering of wings echoed through the main hall he'd hopped into, causing the young man to flinch and cover his head. But nothing attacked. "too jumpy, too jumpy" he chanted to himself, breathing as he set upon searching the large building for anything of use. Of course the kitchen is empty, of course it is. The building was filled with spray paint tags, carved graffiti, something smeared on a wall that Lincoln didn't even want to consider what it could be. "Everything has been picked clean. Everything." He shook his head, sitting on a table beside a large once-cushioned, once-upholstery chair. A small piece of white paper was barely visible atop a bookcase nearby. Treading carefully, Lincoln climbed the rather large bookcase to pull down the town map. "Well great. Now I know the names of where I'm lost."

Looking out the window, Lincoln could see a single sheep. Half a meter tall, only the tip of his green stained off-golden fleece, and the little golden ball at the end of its tail were visible above the grass. It quietly munched away at its breakfast as Lincoln moved through the window. The Sheep was close to the cliff, standing near the roof of the cottage from the level below. Perhaps it had climbed up somehow. It didn't seem to notice him, though he could easily see its black skin and short black horns that poked horizontally from either side of its head. Each horn had three little gold rings near the middle. As his foot fell upon a twig, he was sure it would flee at the sight of him. The creatures head raised and turned to him. Little black eyes and nose twitching in his direction as it seemed to pause to process what it was seeing. Without warning it leapt toward him, around him. Bounding circles with its rear end flailing around excitedly and its black and gold striped tail swishing furiously. "Min-yeh!" it bleeted happily, dancing around him. "Minyeeh!" He had to smile. It's flailing was nothing like what he'd expected. When it moved closer and attempted to happily, longingly, rub against him is when things changed though. It's large fleece, full of static electricity, discharged on contact with him. Lincoln's muscles locked up and his teeth clenched as he fell over backward."Neh?" He could only stare upward as the sheep's bleeting went from excitement to concern, and soon terror. It continued to bounce but now frantically, as if urging him to get back up. It stopped over his head, licking his face frantically. "Ne-eh!" It was wearing a collar. It's name tag bouncing in Lincoln's field of view as she licked his face and paced around him, 'Naomi'.

An hour passed. The sheep, Naomi, was laying in the grass nearby occasionally bleeting at him. Lincoln could feel his muscles start to relax, but waited as long as he could before moving. The second he did, she launched from where she was laying, excitedly bleeting as she rushed toward him with her eyes closed. Quickly he put out his hand and grabbed her face, stroking her muzzle and chin where there was no wool. "ni-niyeh! Mineh! Minyeh" He smiled as he gently stroked it, calming the poor creature. Carefully he moved her name tag so he could read it while he petted her.

Whenever he stopped she would nuzzle him nervously. "Naomi." he turned it over "Stan" Her head drooped again. There was a phone number under 'Stan'. "Sorry, I don't have a phone. But I'll help you find your peoples okay?" He picked up his tone to try and cheer it up. Standing he looked around "Do you know where to start?" No sooner had he spoken than she began wandering to the cottage roof, and the hole therein. A collection of rocks and branches had tumbled into the roof, creating a precarious looking staircase down to the second floor. The sheep kept looking back at him before continuing, head hanging low as she guided him down stairs further to the bottom floor. The outside door was open. Through they walked and she immediately turned left. Stepping outside, Lincoln's first sight was bodies. Canines, snakes, rabbits and birds lay dead around the area. But they all seemed to be moving toward one point when they'd fallen and there were no bodies past a point. A radius. A semicircle 4 meters deep at its shallowest surrounded where Naomi now lay. She nuzzled in frightened beside a final body. The man's body was bloated and sunburnt. Fingers were falling off and his hair was already missing. very little of his eyes remained, and his clothes were most worn where the sheep was pressing herself, bleeting sadly. The young man knelt in front of her, gently stroking her nose. "I'm sorry" he whispered quietly, to whom he was unsure.

==Naomi==
Female Mareep
Nature: Lonely
Impetuous and Silly
Ability: Static
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[CronusNuzlocker]

Spoiler: part 3: A berry bush

The little sheep had nuzzled itself in under the arm of the man sitting against the wall. Gentle stroking the sheeps fluffy muzzle, Lincoln spoke calm and slow. "You're a good girl. You protected him well." he had to work at keeping his tone steady. He'd never seen a person in this kind of a state before, and it was all he could do to not choke or gag. "It's not your fault. But you can't protect him forever." The sheep's head hung as it meekly bleeted at him. "But I think I can." Pressing down on his knees he pushed down as he stood up. Stepping directly back two strides, Lincoln scanned the area. A small building nearby looked little more than a shed, and indeed was a shed upon closer inspection. Piles of wood inside made finding anything useful difficult, but after a couple minutes he found what he was looking for. Lincoln returned to Naomi and the man she was nuzzling quietly, the handle of the shovel tapping on the ground each step he took. "Naomi, look at me, please." she lifted her head from the man's leg to look up at him, bleeting a little as she looked from his face to the shovel head. "I can bury him." He laid the shovel on the ground between them. "I dig a hole-" grabbing some dirt he dug a small hole as he spoke "- and place him inside." He gently took one of the other bodies from nearby, a rat, carefully laying it in the tiny hole and covering it. "Safe."

The quiet sheep lay there for several moments, simply staring at the little buried rat. A couple times it nosed the motionless man before standing and looking directly in Lincoln's face. "Eh-Meyh" she turned and walked away from the door, seeming to follow the long grass around to the edge of the land. The ball of wool, with Lincoln in toe, stopped beside the collapsing bridge, watching a tree. He smiled, setting upon digging near the tree. He wouldn't dig too deep, as nice as he was, he didn't know this man, and she would not know any difference. One metre should be enough that weather and most pokemon won't be bothering him. Lincoln was never shy about manual labour, what would be a problem however would be moving the body. He simply stood there looking at the man. He promised. Each time he reached to grab the body, his hand would get a little closer before the thought of touching it would make him recoil. Naomi stood beside Stan, simply looking up at him "In-eyh?" He had to stop himself snapping that he was getting to it. This wasn't her fault, he offered. Breathing slowly Lincoln grabbed Stan under the arms and hips and lifted. He had to keep his eyes on the path, so you can't see anything. Breathe only through the mouth, so you don't smell anything. It was difficult not to look at the body as he lowered it down into the hole, noting a series of tattoo's on Stan's back; around a bit of burnt skin Lincoln assumed was his branding.

Patting the last of the dirt into the hole, Lincoln moved to return the shovel. Maybe that wouldn't be the best idea. Certainly a shovel is a more imposing object; more definite weapon, than a splinter of stone. Instead of leaving it, Lincoln carried the shovel with him as he made his way back through the cottage Naomi had crept downward from. When he was just about on the second floor though, he noticed a locked door below him. A closed wooden door with a padlock. It took several swings of the shovel but the padlock was broken quickly enough. The door opened to a small pantry. There was a child's school backpack, as well as some tins of food, some pokemon food, and general kitchen supplies. The bag held some things he didn't want to think all too much about. A small pencilcase and a couple notebooks. A lunchbox and a tennis ball. A teddy-teddiursa, seems worn and large pieces of stuffing missing. Rubbing his eyes a moment, Lincoln shook the thoughts from his head and started to fill the bag with food and a couple of the takeaway containers he could find in the pantry. He made sure to snap the food safely inside sealed containers. If nothing could smell what he had, it would probably be safer. Gently, quietly, he shut the door, slinging the bag over his shoulder and making his way back to the roof entrance.

The young man shook his head. For a moment the thought had entered his mind to simply stay there, wait for rescue. But then the fluttering of wings and rustling in the grass reminded him of a story he'd once heard of a Krookodile; a stealthy predator that would stalk it's prey for days, watching the routine to find the perfect opportunity to attack. When he'd shaken the thought from his mind, his foot pressed a little heavily on a loose roof shingle and a couple peeled away, the roof collapsing with them. Even if there were no quiet, man eating pokemon watching him, the elements would force him to sleep indoors; which was more dangerous than sleeping outside. Back to standing on the second tier of Nuvema town, Lincoln made his way to the stairs leading back where he'd come from. There were no other roads out of town, and according to the map; no-where to go but the city at the other end of it. "Min-Yeh" the bleeting seemed to bound past his ear as did the ball of wool. She bounced easily fourty centimetres off the ground with each bound, circling him once before stopping and staring at him. "Min-Eh-he" Her large wooly self wriggled as he looked at her before charging at him. He had to laugh as she veered around him, making sure she didn't brush against his leg "Min-yeh!"

Fifty Kilometres. A walk that will take hours at the very least. Along a path overgrown and long forgotten, past broken cars and half-broken trees. Again he found himself walking in the shade of the treeline. Deep enough to avoid the baking sun, but not so deep that he felt at risk of creatures in the woods. Occasionally while walking, he'd swing the shovel at a branch or piece of long grass, collecting the broken result and stashing it in his bag. "Mimeeheh" Naomi would vanish for a couple minutes before jumping enough at some point to be able to see him due to her eyes being above the grassline. She'd run in circles or go quiet and try to get as close to him as she could before jumping out with a loud "Mimeh!" It didn't scare him, the hole she made in the grass made it clear where she was at all times, but he feigned startlement each time. He wasn't going to tell her to go away, she was too much fun. And besides, the though of how she was living just staked him each time he looked over his shoulder. At one point, he'd turned his head back to see a bunch of plants lining the path he was walking. Somewhere between what he would call a bush and a tree, these plants had long thin leaves that were pointed at both ends. The pink flowers and red fruits were so numerous the plants seemed to almost glow red to the eye. The flowers were delicate and in only small number across the thirteen, maybe fifteen plants. Most of the space was covered by the tiny berries. Millions of soft little red berries weighing down the poor branches.

"Cheri berries" the young man smiled as he stopped in front of the plants. On the other island he'd seen Cheri berries before, always they grew in huge volumes though only in the proper season. With his eyes closed and a large content inhale, Lincoln guessed the climate here might be perfect for them. Allowing them to grow all year round. They aren't very filling, being only the size of the balled end of his pointer finger. But given Naomi was sitting in the grass watching him, the man felt they would be invaluable. Time and again he'd fed struggling creatures a Cheri berry when they were dealing with having encountered an electrical or particularly high spore pokemon. If eaten, a difficult task at such a time to be honest, the flesh and juices of a cheri berry would combat effects that lock muscles involuntarily and ease paralysis. It was for this reason he stopped his travels and began to pull containers from the bag. With little more than a swipe or two of his hand, each of the small containers were filled. He slowly used the flat end of his shard of rock to crush the berries in one of the containers. Resigning himself to sitting with his back to a tree as he mushed them up further and further. "I wonder if this is how they make Paralyze Heal" He chuckled to himself before his eyes widened and he looked down at the thick paste which was taking up a little less space in the container than the berries themselves had. Grabbing a couple of the leaves, long grasses and branches he'd gathered in the several hours walk already, Lincoln checked for the most flexible of the lot. With these flexible lines in hand he wove them together as best he could into a strip of cord about as long as his forearm, which he coiled up and pushed into the paste in the container before replacing the lid.

Packing the containers of berry juice into his bag again, Lincoln snatched a couple more berries before continuing his journey northward. Naomi looked up from her grazing. "Im-eh!" she quickly bounded after him, settling in to walking on his left and a few steps behind. She was a little quiet for the next several hours; ripping long pieces of grass up as they walked to chew on without stopping. Whenever the sheep got close to him and the hairs on his leg began to raise, she would back off again. Which became a problem as she wanted to stay closer to him the darker the day became; twilight was upon them and the city in the distance was visible. While it would be possible to reach the city or town ahead, he didn't much fancy the idea of arriving with no energy to spare. Looking for some kind of shelter, the young man noticed a half destroyed car laying nearby. Rust had eaten most of it, but it was sitting on cinderblocks from when someone had stolen it's tires on the side of the long forgotten road. The most obvious risk was the floor falling out, whether he was sleeping in the car or under it. But it was covered and provided at least a visual barrier to deter wildlife. After taking a short break to eat some very old tinned beans, Lincoln climbed into the back seat of the car. His hand was up, palm facing Naomi as she went to step in. It took him a second to apply some of the berry juice to a leaf, and rub it onto his thigh. Once the leaf was sticking to his skin from the goop, he invited the sheep into the vehicle. She curled up as close as she could to him. The young man could feel his muscles lock up for a moment before gently easing, the releasing tension drawing away his stress and anxiousness for the moment. Lincoln fell asleep quite easily.

His body startled awake. Every muscle painfully declaring their existance. Lincoln peeled himself off the back of the drivers seat, to sitting properly in the back seat. His burn was searing once again. "Ni-eh-eeeh"Naomi seemed to be doing her utmost to growl at something out in the darkness. A sudden flash of light hurt his eyes and resulted in a strange noise from outside the car. Carefully he grabbed the door handle and pushed the large piece of metal out, stepping out into the darkness. Another flash of light burnt an image of the dark landscape into his retinas to walk by at least until the next one. He called out a simple 'stop' when he was around the other side of the car. Something was laying in the grass, groaning slightly. Once Lincoln's eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could see its skin was tones similar to a clear sky or steady stream. It had two arms and two legs and a small body. Were it to stand he'd imagine it'd be no taller than his waist. Little white cuffs of some unknown material, soft but strong looking, could be seen around both it's wrists. The poor creature wore this material like an infant would wear a diaper, but another piece as a crown. It was small and scarred and it's limbs appeared locked and unresponsive. Tenderly he picked the small thing up and carried it into the car, to properly check nothing was wrong. Naomi seemed concerned, not that Lincoln had approached what she had been attacking, but more that it was hurt.

==Antonio==
Male Meditite
Nature: Modest
Characteristic: Highly Persistent
Ability: Pure Power
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[CronusNuzlocker]

Spoiler: Part 4: Shadow League

As much as he knew he shouldn't. As much as he knew it would be a terrible idea to. The young man could not help himself falling asleep. The small, wounded creature laying in the front seat of the ruined car, Lincoln slumped in the grass and against the hard metal edges. The day had been too long. By the time he woke, the sun had already chosen him as its target for the day. Naomi stood nearby, suddenly bouncing excitedly when he moved. The small creature was only half concious in the front seat, squeaking painfully as Lincoln gently picked it up. "It's alright. I'll find someone who can help you." He smiled, cradling the small creature. The sheep beside him nosed his leg gently, looking up and bleeting concern. "It's not your fault" Lincoln struggled a moment, to position the little ape in his arms so it was held by only one hand while the other reached down to pet the sheep's head reassuringly. "You were just protecting me. It was an accident." She bleeted again. Unsure what, if anything, that had meant. Lincoln secured his hold in the cyan monkey that was holding on as tight as it could to his shirt. As the young man walked he checked the creatures wounds in the new light of day. It was burnt in streaks and branching patterns, but it looked like it had only been the skin and a little deeper than that. Perhaps if Naomi had truly wanted to, she could have easily killed this poor thing. That was probably something to keep in mind. He didn't fear the sheep by any means. He was more worried she was afraid of herself. It didn't take long; the next town was easily seen from the car, but now had better clarity.

In contrast to Nuvema town to the south, Accumula town was well populated. About twelve people could be seen in the small town square. An old couple sat on a bench, tossing bread crumbs in apparent hope that something would come to eat. The town had only five buildings. An old pokemon center, now boasting the sign of a doctor, sat close to the road where Lincoln approached from. The sign for Accumula town stood between the doctor's and the road to Nuvema. The battered sign had been tagged in a couple places by spray painters, the most prominant addition however was written over where once there had been a population count; 'End of the line.' Three of the other four buildings were apartment complexes, poorly built and in terrible condition. It appeared that most, if not all the residents of Accumula were the elderly or infirm; people with no-where else to go in Unova and no way to leave. The last building was a single story house sitting on a raised area, it's blue shingled roof as high as those of the highrises. A man standing outside the building waved down at Lincoln when he arrived, garnering the younger lad more attention than he'd hoped for. Naomi however seemed quite relaxed, in contrast to the ape clinging desperately to his captor.

Without hesitation, Lincoln's first destination was the doctor's office. A small two-story building with a red roof and red trimming. It's glass doors were once automatic, but now were propped open by a brick beside each. The only person inside was an elderly woman sitting behind the reception desk, who smiled at his approach. Her smile shon through in her tone as she asked if he needed anything. "Yes, do you help pokemon?" Apparently not, no-one in town spends much time with the wild pokemon around the area, it's simply too dangerous. "Well do you know where I can get this little guy some help?" The woman smiled knowingly, nodding and explaining that the house he'd seen earlier; the small one above the rest of the town, was a trading post. Lincoln thanked the woman before turning and carrying the poor pokemon out, growing more worried every minute he could not get it any attention. Naomi was trotting a couple steps in front of him.

"Lad" a gentleman approached slowly, pressing much of his weight on a cane as he did so. "Did I hear that you need some medicine for that Meditite?" Lincoln looked at the creature in his arms, he'd not seen a meditite before, but this did seem close to what he'd heard them be described as. "I have a potion I'll trade to you." He smiled, drawing a spray bottle from his waistcoat jacket, turning it so Lincoln could see its label. "Swap your sheep for it." Lincoln shook his head the moment he realised what the man had said, looking at him confused and asking for clarification. "I will trade you this potion, i.e. life of that meditite, for your mutton." He probably did not intend the tone of his response, though it made his stance quite clear. Naomi bleeted grumpily at the old man, moving to stand closer to the younger man's leg. In storming past the old man, Lincoln felt a small, weak, hand swing off his shirt and into the waistcoat of the other. After climbing the stairs toward the trading post, he placed the Meditite on a small bench, taking the potion out of its hand. Tightly pursing his lips he refused to comment on the stolen medication, spraying it on the cyan burn marks. In an effort to comfort the creature which wriggled very much in pain, Lincoln took to calling it 'Antonio'.

It took the whole bottle of the potion, but Antonio was healed up properly very quickly. The little cyan creature was meek and stayed close to Lincoln's leg, opposite the leg the sheep gravitated toward. Smiling, Lincoln knelt to pet both pokemon, rubbing Antonio's back and Naomi's chin. A couple minutes later he circled around the trading post to meet the man who had waved earlier. The man shook his hand with both of his own before opening the door and following Lincoln in. An assortment of just about everything he could think of wanting, lined the shelves crammed into this one-room building. Price tags were present on everything, each number followed by the line 'Or best barter.' A dusty old box held pokeballs, 30? 40 pokeballs sitting untouched in the box with a barely touched label reading 'Pokeballs; 20P'. A loaf of bread was typically 200 to 300P, that pokeballs were so cheap amazed him. But Lincoln couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong. He rubbed the back of his left wrist nervously. If they take Bankchips, maybe someone at home will find out where he is, but something was very wrong about this situation. Something was making the sheep beside him quite anxious.

"Looking at some paper weights eh lad?" The man who had led him in now stood at the end of the isle, watching him. Lincoln's quizzical sound prompted him to continue. "I guess you're not just new in Accumula. You don't want to buy a pokeball to keep your little friends in." Lincoln's eyebrows furrowed as he looked first to Naomi, and then to Antonio. "All pokeballs in Unova are connected to the 'Unova pokeball maintenance system'." The young man picked up a pokeball, inspecting it. They didn't look any different from normal ones. "The system was corrupted back when Ghetsis took power. Now all pokeballs corrupt the brains of pokemon within." Head snapping to the side, he looked at the older man, curious as to the definition of corrupt. "Any pokemon sent out of a pokeball in Unova is automatically feral and completely incapable of seeing humans as anything other than another pokemon. Prey pokemon flee from us 'predators' and the predators attack us 'prey'. As an added bit of fun; Any pokemon sent from a pokeball cannot be returned." He placed the pokeball back in the box, breathing through the guilt that accompanied his thankfulness that the pokeball he was given on the way down, was broken. "All regional governments keep a maintenance system though. Probably why the Ranger Union cut us off, basically quarenteened this place." Lincoln nodded along, if this problem was a virus, and it was allowed to spread out of Unova. Things could get very bad.

His train of thought was interrupted by a ruckus; cheers and loud gossip from out in the town. The old shopkeep rushed to a nearby window, lincoln cautiously following. A small crowd had gathered in the square, leaving a clearing amongst them and a path through. In the clearing landed a large brown bird with a long beak and at least a 3 meter wingspan. A herald perhaps, judging by the reception it recieved from the elderly folk. Not a minute later a young lass entered the town from the road Lincoln had not yet travelled. She was at least 170 cm tall, with long brown-ish blonde hair and a lithe figure. She was accompanied by a couple other very large pokemon, most of which the young man had not seen before. "Frosty's back" The old man smiled wide. "She comes to visit quite regularly, Oh... it looks like Avail isn't with her. That is too bad." Naomi had lifted herself onto her back paws, front legs on the windowsill trying to see the commotion that Antonio had no problem watching. The young woman detached the leather bandoliers strapped across her chest before removing both her rugged, torn orange shirt, and the green one underneath it. "The boats dropped her off about four years ago. Apparently she was taken from her home in Pewter city all the way in Kanto." Lincoln looked at the old man with an eyebrow raised, glancing back only just in time to faintly see the tattoo's on the girls back around some large burn mark. "Don't worry, she'll come say hello. She's probably really proud that she got her third gym tattoo already. Usually takes people longer." He stepped away from the window, hobbling over to a stool to rest. The obvious questions followed; boats? 3 gyms in 4 years? why not escape? She has a Fearow! "Slow down boy. You can't just fly out of here, the nearest city not controlled by the shadow league would be about three or more weeks flight on a pokemon." He removed his glasses, sitting them aside as he rested his eyes and legs on the stool. "And you don't rush through the Shadow League, no-one does, no matter how good a trainer they are. The Shadow league kills people." Lincoln sat against the wall, the girl and her pokemon having moved out of view, Naomi laying her front legs on his leg and sitting beside him cheerily, ignoring the blue monkey perched on the windowsill above the young man. "I have immense respect for people who try the Shadow League gyms. I could never put myself through that. The pokemon fight to the death in tag matches, and the trainer is allowed to step in and fight themselves if they think they need to." Lincoln looked down at Naomi. Stan had had tattoo's like that girl, was Naomi ever in any of those fights. "Each of the Gym masters are sociopaths that have beaten other pokemon leagues and technically earnt the title of Champion somewhere. Beat all 8 and you get all the tattoo's that the rescue party needs to get you out of here." Talk of rescue peaked Lincoln's interest though, causing his head to flick to looking at the old man faster than he could ask where it was. "Only Lord Ghetsis knows. And he'll only tell someone who beats him, and will only take a challenge if you have all 8 tattoo's." So the question was, how far was he willing to go to get out of this place. Is freedom worth your life. Or even the life of innocent animals?

 

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Spoiler: Part 5: Floating Shells

In the house on the hill, Lincoln sat with two pokemon and the old man in relative silence. Just to sit and breathe was nice. But the clattering of things on the shelves broke the moment as the young man was forced to open his eyes and see the blue ape he'd dubbed 'Antonio' rifling through the shelves. With a groan, lincoln stood and grabbed the little creature's wrist, prompting Antonio to go completely limp but for the other hand that held a small container taken from a shelf. Without a word, lincoln took this container and replaced it on the shelf, lowering the meditite to the ground before sitting to rest again. The storeman didn't seem to mind Lincoln sleeping on his floor. A fact for which Lincoln was grateful. It was a pleasant nap, until a little finger prodded his back. It was a gentle prod, but possibly the most painful he'd ever felt as the little finger poked the burnt flesh on his back. With a start, he launched forward. "Fuck!" The old man looked over at Lincoln's exclamations. "Hey, the guy on the plane branded me, is that something I have to worry about?" The man shook his head and smiled, apparently everyone brought here, either willing or not. It was a mark of how you got to the island, though the old man didn't know the significance of the differences. Due to their commonality, the old man felt the procedure had improved as the number of infections he'd heard about had diminished rapidly. But Lincoln was going to keep an eye on it anyway.

The door was open, but the sound of the crowd of pokemon attempting to squeeze in was obvious. Ahead of these was the young woman Lincoln had seen out the window. She strutted through the aisles without even glancing at him, moving to hug the man sitting beside the counter. He told her that he wasn't worried, she always came to see him. "It was hard sir, but we have the third tattoo!" He beamed at her, shaking her hand excited before mentioning the missing companion. "He... He didn't make it. The Charizard, it was just... It was devestating!" the man patted her arm, whispering soothing words as she shook. When she'd calmed a little, the man whispered something to the lass and gestured in the way of Lincoln, sitting on the floor by the window. "Oh, a new kid" The girl, 'Frosty' as she she reiterated to him, cut an impressive figure with the collection of beasts behind her. All the while Naomi sat beside lincoln with her legs under her body, and Antonio, who appeared to be significantly light when he chose to be, sat upon his head. "You look comfy? Good thing, you'll be here a while." He looked up at her, tilting his head as he wondered aloud about the gyms. "It takes me over a year to be ready to challenge one, and even then things don't go so well. In a couple years you might be good enough but I wouldn't hold my breath" She scoffed, offering her hand to help him up. She doesn't know him. She doesn't know what he can do, what challenges he could face. "Not really." She smiled, looking from him to the Meditite and Mareep. "But with those two pokemon, you'll get yourself killed." She lifted her top to show off the branding on her back and the tattoo's around it. "The one at the top is from Striaton city. He had a Shedinja." She lowered the shirt and turned to look at him again. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to kill a ghost?" She shook her head. Naomi bleeted loudly at the girl, shuffling closer to lincoln as she did. "She looks familiar." The woman eyed the sheep as Lincoln lightly petted its face. "Whatever, We're going to get some rest and start on our next year of training tomorrow." She smiled, bowing to the old man before escorting her companions from the building.

Lincoln groaned, pulling himself to his feet as the old man looked from the door back to him. "Well. Thanks for the hospitality" The young man smiled as he set his tired legs moving. "But I've gotta get going. She said Striaton city yeah?" The man nodded, asking Lincoln to sit and wait a day, training can wait. "Thanks, But we've got to get going" The man nodded, waving him over to a shelf with various food items that he slowly began piling on the 23year old. "Sir-" The old man said something Lincoln couldn't quite place, but the tone alone told him to shut up and take the gifts. He'd been laden with at least five days worth of food before the old man started moving it to the backpack. To make room, several containers of the berry mush was removed, prompting a strange look from the elder. "It's a Cheri berry salve" The obvious question, why. "Iunno" He shrugged. "Something I picked up from my Granpa, he use to do stuff he didn't really understand at first." The man laughed. He had an old Pokeblock machine, but without power it was useless. "It's fine, I just wanted the paste anyway." An eyebrow raised before the containers were re-stored in the bag, which was now considerably heavier than the first time he walked through the door. Slinging it over both shoulders, lincoln took a moment to adjust it's position before starting his walk. To the old man's dismay.

Most of the old citizens of the town had returned to their daily routine as Lincoln walked the streets to the road Frosty had arrived at. The sign beside the path was in much better condition than the one to the south 'Route 2; Straiton City'. He nodded to himself as his feet moved from concrete to the soft and palatable grass. The wind blew gently against his skin as the sheep bounded ahead, bouncing in the grass before disappearing in the length for a moment. The grass got steadily longer the further from the town it was, reaching the top of Lincoln's stomach at it's peak. The path winded slightly uphill and to the north, again it appeared to be a long journey. Lincoln could however see people along the path, with difficulty given the length of the grass. It was unclear what many were doing, but he figured it wouldn't be hard to sneak past most of them.

The air grew cold and dense at one point along the path, thick and harder to walk through than the rest. It didn't take long to figure out why the air was cold, as a small spiral seashell with what appeared to be snow atop it began to float out of the grass in front of him. It hung in the air, supported by nothing and with no apparent force holding it up. Curious, Lincoln reached out and poked at the bottom of the shell, which swung back and forth at his prod. The little thing seemed to pivot at some point in the center of the upper half. When it finally finished swinging, a little brown slug head poked out of the folds of the shell, looking at him. He could hear air at the back jingling the holes in the shell as it moved through the air; circling him. Antonio, sitting on Lincoln's shoulder, reached out to prod the strange creature also. The air got cold quickly as the creature rose in the air to avoid the poke, and warmed again as it dropped down onto the back of the meditites hand. It then resumed it's little circle of the two, Naomi sitting outside the circle, her head tracking it and looking slightly dizzy as she did so. "Hey, Stop" He laughed, smiling as it did so. Reaching out to pet it, he chuckled as it seemed intent on dodging his hand in midair. Neither appeared to have any aggression toward each other, it was only a game. "Gotcha" he announced triumphantly as his hand seized the top of the shell. The little slug head withdrew into the shell. Curious where it went, Lincoln moved the strange flying shell closer; only to wear a heavy blast of snow filled wind from the opening. When he let go of the shell reflexively, it chimed a couple more times before resuming circling him. "Ha ha, very funny" He shook his head and patted both Naomi and Antonio before continuing their trek up the hill. The cone seemed happy to tag along; chasing after Naomi and spritzing her with a cold breeze, before being chased by the bounding sheep through the grass in return. "If you're going to stick around I might as well give you a name eh?" The iced cone stopped playing and wizzed over to him, the tiny slug inside examining him at about a hands length before backing off and bobbing once. "Hows Sheldon sound to you?" A blast of cold wind. "Uhhh okay. Caroline?" It bobbed and returned to playing. Caroline it is then. Chuckling he began to sing to himself. "Sweeet Caroline. Good times never seemed so good." This wasn't so bad. He'd rather be at home, but this was at least a little fun. "Iiiii'd be inclined. To believe they never wooooould"

==Caroline==
Female Vanillite
Nature: Brave
Characteristic: Likes to Run
Ability: Ice Body
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Spoiler: Page 6: Bianca!

"Hey!" She called down the hill to him. Looking up, Lincoln could easily see the young woman's short blonde hair and white skirt though nothing else with the glare of the sunlight. Something was in her arms as she trotted down the hill, pulling back her steps to slow down. As she grew closer, the lass became clearer and he finally knew why she'd called out to him. "Hey! Aren't you from the plane?" He nodded, replying that she had been there as well. "I thought I was the only one who survived the fall! What is wrong with them?" Her accent was a little thick, but he'd known worse and she was quite clear when she tried to be. The young man held out his hand to her, stating his name as clearly as he could amidst her rambling. "OH!" her right arm peeled away from supporting the creature in her arms as she tilted it aside to take its weight. "Bianca. Kalos" Lincoln was from Alola. "Alola? Pretty place! I hope to visit some day." He smiled and nodded, petting the green hair(much in the style of her blonde) of the creature in her arms. "Oh yeah. This is Tibia, he caught me when I nearly hit the ground. A big wall of shimmering spongey light that I fell into instead of crashing into the ground. How did you land?" Painfully. Lincoln landed painfully. The thought of it still stung his arms and legs. Caroline's head poked out of the shell, investigating the baby-esc creature in Bianca's arms. "OH! And this is Stacy" She smiled as a very very large ladybug landed on Lincoln's head. Chuckling, he shook his head and watched it migrate to her hair. "Who are yours?"

Sitting down on a nearby rock, Lincoln invited his new friend to sit with him. "Umm, Well there's three that seem interested in following me around." He chuckled as the cone investigated the blonde girl slowly. "That's Caroline, we met a couple minutes ago but she seems good fun." She laughed, prodding the top of the shell and watching it wobble in the air in front of her. The cone began tinkling as it wizzed around them both excitedly."Looks like she likes you too. There's also Antonio. He got in a fight and was in quite a bit of pain for a while there." The little meditite offered the lass its hand, bowing and touching its face to her skin when she accepted. Both people laughed. Tibia looked up and scowled at Antonio, who backed off shortly thereafter. "And this is Naomi. She umm, She's adopted" Bianca gave him a quizzical look before the sheep appeared in the long grass in front of her. She squealed excitedly before tackle-hugging the fluffy yellow pokemon. "-" He had no time to react, the moment he realised what she might do, her arms were already around the ball of wool in a tight hug. With a sigh he pulled a container of paste from his bag, checking the bindings that were still soaking in it, before rubbing some of the paste onto the back of her neck as he gently eased her off Naomi. The sheep bounded around happily after the hug but grew nervous when she noticed the girl wasn't moving. "She's okay. She'll move soon, you'll see." as if his words were magic, Bianca groaned and moved slightly. It was a couple minutes of them sitting there before she was able to move again. "Don't blame her, she can't control it. That's why I'm trying to infuse these bandages with Cheri berry juice so I can't be paralyzed. It'll take a while though."

The question he knew would be coming, finally found him. How did he know so much? "It's umm. A long story" They could talk as they walked to Striaton. She'd been looking for someone nice for the past couple days so she was happy to have company. With a sigh he started. "You know about the problem in Alola over the past what? 20 years?" She shook her head. "Despite everything else, there is a serious count of what you could call 'pirates'. They love the archipelago." The climb was easier when he wasn't thinking about it, and watching the little ball of wool bounding in the grass, followed by a chiming shell and a huge ledybug. "Anyway, one night I was out fishing with a friend of mine, he had his own boat so we were using that. The storm crept up on us and the next thing I knew I was on an island I'd never seen before. Wasn't as big as the ones I was use to but was very large none-the-less. And there were wild pokemon all around. I had to learn very quickly how to survive alone. Well, not really alone. I had my, now ex-, girlfriend's Eevee with me. We made some friends. Hid from and had Guerilla fights with some pirates. It was not as fun as it sounds." He chuckled, realising how swashbuckling he must sound. How likely it was that she's actually believe him. "So yeah. Had to fend for myself, protect myself. I never want to go back there. But it's strange you know? Sometimes I find myself missing it. I don't know why but... It's part of me; the constant fear of death, the need to fight to survive, that beast. I find myself wanting to relive it, but I also know I hate it. I guess that's why I'll be taking on the shadow league huh?"

"Umm. You had to do pokemon battles there right?" He nodded, her meek tone made it sound like she believed him. "Could you um. Could you teach me?" He stopped, head clicking to the side to look at her. The french lass' cheeks were pink as she hid herself in the scruffy jumper. "Well it's just. I've heard stories about what people are like in Unova" He'd heard them too, everyone had. There was even a movie 'Escape from Unova' staring Kurt Rufflet, it wasn't very good. "You just. You seem like you'd be nicer to learn from." He was touched, not only did she actually believe him, but she wanted his help because he seemed 'nice'. How could you say no to something like that. "I've had to run from everyone I've seen so far because they keep talking like they want to hurt me... really hurt me." He nodded along as they resumed walking. "I'll also need to fight to survive. After what happened with the pokeball, I'm going to need how to defend myself from wild pokemon and kill some for food." Pokeball? Her pokeball survived the fall? "Yeah, the big black wolf thing attacked me. I tried to return it but nothing happened." Guess the virus was still in effect. Some kind of sick joke by the people who pushed them out of the plane. His shoulder's slumped as it dawned on him that things could get terrible for her, right quickly. His slow nod caught her attention and the lass bounced a little before stepping back. "Okay! How do we do this?"

"It feels conceited to agree, but sure, I'll give you some starting advice." They stopped where the grass was shorter and easier to see everyone. "Now, this won't be the way pokemon leagues talk about pokemon battles."She nodded, Tibia moving to stand at her feet. "That won't help out in the wild. People don't take turns, you need to be faster, and smarter than your opponent." She looked confused but nodded. "You have to work with your pokemon basically all the time. Need to know how each other thinks. I'm not at that stage with this lot, but I think we'll get there. You need to come up with your own attack patterns and tricks, and command signals; both hand signals and shouts. So you can issue orders in a fight." She looked confused a moment. "You have to fight alongside them otherwise you're just throwing them to the wolves as it were. Anyway. Antonio, hide in the edge of the grass" He pointed to the grass. The meditite looked at him a moment before shuffling over to hide just inside the grassline... badly. "Yeah see, if I knew him better I'd know that wasn't going to be a good idea, but it's a start." She laughed. "Yeah I know. Caroline, go hide near him." The little shell whizzed over into the grass, almost entirely vanishing. "That's better. Naomi?" The small sheep hid behind him. "Oh it's okay, you don't have to if you don't want to." He petted her forehead lightly before turning back. "Basically the idea is to use everyone at your disposal at once, in a big brawl, and you have to watch everything that happens to keep track of it. "

She said she was ready to give a brawl a try. A very simple rule; no actually trying to kill each other. They had to get into a position where the opponent surrendered. At his direction, almost like a blur, Antonio lept at the ladybug, Caroline began chase of Tibia. And while Bianca was distracted trying to decide what to tell them to do, Lincoln had grabbed her arm and pulled it around behind her. Her yelp of pain almost made him let go, but when he didn't she stepped away; spinning as she pulled her arm from him. Antonio tried frantically to grab the beetle's legs and pull it down. Caroline's cold blasts chilled Tibia's green hair. The slap to the face was harder than Lincoln was expecting, but just when he was about to back off he noted her sleeves rolled up and her fists clenched; ready for more. Moving closer, Lincoln wore a light punch to the chest, at the same time Antonio managed to grab Stacy. "Need to practise more" He smiled, catching her next punch and pulling her into a headlock. "They're just fighting, you need to give them orders."

"Tibia" She breathed, "forget Caroline, throw Antonio off Stacy." Lincoln's head snapped up as he watched the ball of force appear in front of the small ape. When the ball expanded suddenly; Antonio was launched backward's hard. He collected Caroline between himself and a tree when he finally stopped. The small cone; in obvious discomfort, jetted a cold stream at the aggrivated ape, who lashed out and smashed his hand into the shell. A loud splintering crack echo'ed into Lincoln's ears. As soon as he heard it, his arms released Bianca and he scrambled over to the tree. The cone was smashed, the tiny slug inside bleeding heavily from the one good hit. "Oh no! I'm so sorry" Bianca called her friends away and stood several steps behind lincoln. "Will she be okay?" The body wrapped through much of the cone shell, and was all visible as the splinters fell away. "What do I do? I'm so sorry!" She was frantic, all the while Lincoln was being as gentle as he could. Gently stroking Caroline's head, beside where her eye stalks protruded. Once the little creature went completely limp, he dug a small hole and laid her to rest. Smoothing it over he looked around; Seeing Bianca running away, hearing her sobbing on the wind.

>=Caroline=<
Female Vanillite
Nature: Brave
Characteristic: Liked to Run
Ability: Ice Body
Lost: Wild Meditite Bide.
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