Dude, Where's My Tail?

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Take two!

Character name: Venomous
Species of Pokemon: Umbreon
Age: Seventeen

Appearance: Venomous, once an Umbreon of extreme elegance, one whose sleek, ebony coat shone the brightest of all the Umbreons on moonlit nights, had always taken for granted her ability to blend in with the shadows, and make her presence unknown. When she awoke as a Human girl, she was astounded to find pale ivory skin white as the snow, and not only that, but incredibly sensitive to sunlight. Upon awakening in mid-afternoon, Venomous was incredulous to find herself immersed in what felt like a blanket of fire, but what was really a series of light sunburns gracing her long, slender arms, from her upper arms all the way down to her tiny, doll-like hands. Venomous would discover her fingernails painted, simultaneously black and bright yellow. Her eyes, upon checking her new Human reflection in a pool of shallow water, would find that only her eyes had remained the same as in her Pokemon form, being a somber crimson red, eyes so bone chilling in hue and appearance that they would freeze anyone who gazed into them too long right in their tracks. Her lips, the smallest and thinnest of her features, would be an irregular shade of red, not quite so dark as her startling red eyes, but dark enough to be discredited for a regular fleshy tone. Though they were darker than the typical human's, it was quite obvious that she wore no make-up whatsoever, save for a dark line beneath her eyes, a permanent eyeliner. Her hair, the same ebony shade as her fur once was, appears to have a mind of its own, cascading wildly down all the way to her waist. Slightly wavy and incredibly thick, Venomous has found that even such a simple thing as pulling it back into a Ponytail proves to be a tedious task. Though her hair has proven itself unmanagable, it is something Venomous will come to treasure, for its exotic beauty, and not only that, but the way it shines and glows particularly when under moonlight. On a side note, Venomous' wily mane isn't completely solid black. At night, several bright yellow tendrils stand out amid the monotone mass, but strangely enough vanish come daylight. Upon her forehead, in the place where a normal Umbreon sports a perfect, circular yellow ring, Venomous sports that same, bright familiar ring, and it shines, dully but still noticeable in daylight, and brilliantly at night, so much that anyone and everyone who happens to catch a glimpse of it can hardly stand the sight. Her attire consists of a form-hugging tight black silken dress, one that appears as a tight leathery corset from bust to upper abdomen, and is fringed at the top and bottom with gauzy material, and has the discreet shape of a crescent moon carved into the front. The bottom of the dress billows out, in a pleated shirt that falls only to about mid-thigh, and is plain save for an enormous black bow placed on the back of it, just above her waist, but serves no purpose in the overall design on her dress, being just a decoration. Her entire thighs are visable, but starting just above her knees, Venomous wears socks that are ringed simultaneously with black and yellow, just like her socks. Upon her feet are soft, black boots that run up to mid-calf, plain save for imprints of Houndoom up near the top. Upon her back, she wears a cute, tiny backpack in the shape of a Chibi Absol, its mouth stretched wide open in a roar. Inside the backpack, Venomous was incredibly confused to find a large, soft plushie. A Buizel, and nothing else, for not much else can fit inside it.

Personality: Venomous tends to have the personlity of your stereotypical Umbreon, sort of quiet, contemplating. The majority of conversations she has is internal, and with herself. When conversing with another, she prefers for them to make the initial interaction, with her slowly warming and loosening up to them as she gets to know them better. When someone gets particularly close to her, they will realize that Venomous is quite talkative, and will constantly bring up things that most people would consider unusual and out of the ordinary.. She has quite a curious mind, and is always considering new possibilities, questioning everything silently to herself. She rarely ever shares these thoughts and opinions with anyone else, though, for due to the way she was brought up, she has a sceret silent fear that no one would take interest in them.. No one would care one way or the other what she thought, or more importantly.. what she felt. If anyone would listen, and listen closely, they would find that Venomous is incredibly emotional, even moody at times, but has a heart of solid gold. She doesn't wish for much, just for someone like her, someone who understands her, and prays every night that they will appear to her one day soon. Venomous hasn't always been such a brooding Pokemon. It has only been due to a recent series of events that have molded her into this shy, wary Pokemon. As an Eevee, she was sweet, and clever, and most importantly, blissfully happy. The potential to revert back to this way is still present, the hard part is getting Venomous to believe it.



History: Venomous was born by rather ordinary means, as most, if not all cpative Pokemon are born, extracted as a mere egg from the Solaceon Town Daycare. Her to-be trainer, a budding young teenage Pokemon enthusiast by the name of Dante Itachi, had finally collected enough prize money from his one and only fixated passion, Pokemon Contests. He used it to place his two prize-winning Espeons, who would come to be known as Venomous' parents, in the Solaceon Town Daycare for breeding, in hopes that their beauty could be combined to create a much faster, more beautiful Eevee. One perfect in every way. It would have not only exceptional charm, but speed, and also strength as well. It would be his champion Espeon, one who could not only dazzle the judges and crowds with its superb looks in the first round on contests, but who would excel in the battling portion as well, and not only that, but prove superior in Gym battles and tag team battles of every variety. Yes, he sought out to create the perfect Pokemon. Weeks went by, and Dante must have received what were hundred of eggs containing little Eevees. But upon hatching each and every one of them, to his dismay, he discovered that one had an ear that bent at an odd shape, one wasn't perky enough, this one wasn't initially fast enough, this one's sheen was off.. And so one by one, instead of the hatched Eevees receiving a new partner, a new best friend and trainer to battle alongside with, they were all carelessly tossed away, all released into the thick grassland that surrounded Solaceon, near the mouth of the dark caves notoriously housing only Unown, and left to fend for themselves. Dante hadn't planned for such a failure in his plan, in fact, he had been planning to be able to keep the majority of the funds he had accumulated, but soon this proved false as well as they were all squandered away on his Espeons' stay at the Daycare.. pumping out egg after egg, never quite producing the perfect Eevee.. Finally, Dante decided to admit defeat, and withdraw his Espeons, who were exhausted in both body and mind by this point, as all this breeding was getting them nowhere. It wasn't necessarily the fatigue of his Espeons he was concerned about, shamelessly enough. It was the cash flow.. which had quite rapidly begun to diminish from his pocket. With his two precious Pokemon at the Daycare, breeding for the time-being, Dante hadn't any way to earn an income, and could barely afford to feed himself anymore, much less keep paying for his Espeons to breed. So on the eve of Christmas, he set out to retrieve his pets, no, not because he had a sack full of Christmas toys for them. But because there was a contest the next day, a Christmas-themed contest up in Snowpoint to celebrate the holidays. Of course, Dante had hastily arranged to make an appearance up there, for a shot to win the cash prize which, because this Contest was a special celebration, doubled normal cash prizes. When Dante extracted his dear Espeons from the Daycare, he was surprised to see Sona, his female Espeon, standing guard over an egg. Removing it from her, he smiled a bit sadly to see that it was the very last one. He seriously considered heaving it into Lake Acuity, but then decided to keep it.. (What the heck?) And just release it as soon as it hatched. The hike to Snowpoint took longer than expected, and was more than enough time for the lone egg to hatch. It did, the next morning, just as Dante was approaching the isolated town of Snowpoint, coincidentally, and hatched into a beautiful, petite little Eevee. This Eevee was like no other. She radiated an obvious joy, and love already for the life she had yet to experience. Her cries were shrill, and enthusiastic, typical of a baby Eevee, any Eevee really, and she had a certain glow about her that Dante had never seen more eminent in his entire life. Not only this, but her eyes were perfectly straight, and just the right distance apart, her eyes weren't oddly colored, and the thick fur ringing her thin little neck was more of a silky texture than actual furriness. Not only this, but she ran like the wind, and had great endurance for an Eevee of her age and size, as to Dante's surprise, she raced him the remainder of the way to Snowpoint upon bursting from her eggshell confinement, and actually won! Dante finally had the Eevee he had been hoping for, had been dreaming for. She would someday make a swift, beautiful Espeon, just like her mother and father before her, and would not only win him appeals in contests, but prove boss in the battle division as well. And as for the Eevee, she was treated like a Queen. Never made to walk if she didn't want to, instead being carried by Dante himself, set down on the ground only when training: Be it battling, or running.. She was fed first of his three Pokemon, and when running on the last of their supplies, ate even before him. Venomous was the name given to the sweet little Eevee, and she thought that she was in love. She thought that she would love Dante, the trainer who showered her with affection and attention forever. And Dante thought that he would love the Eevee forever, even more when she actually evolved for him.. And it was nearing that time.. One night, as Venomous lay curled up against a sleeping Dante beneath the stars, her pure heart bubbled over with so much combined happiness and love, that she vowed to do whatever made Dante happiest. A tiny grin on her mischevious furry little face, she stared up at the full moon, which was becoming increasingly more and more beautiful to her with each passing second. As she was enveloped with love, obviously smitten with her trainer, she felt what could only be described as a sudden "burst" in her happiness, to which a faint glowing was produced from her tiny body, and she seemed to be morphing of sorts.. When Dante awoke, he was horrified to discover not his precious little Eevee standing before him, but a new creature, a darker creature.. A black creature, shining faintly with bright yellow rings. He couldn't believe this was his adorable little Venomous.. until he stared deep within those eyes, those eyes that had shifted so far beyond recognition as well, and noticed a familiar light in them.. A familiar light of love for him. Still, it didn't matter to Dante. All was ruined, all hope was lost.. His plans, his hopes, his dreams for that Pokemon.. were all gone.. all lost.. and there was no way to reverse what she had become. In a rage, Dante hurled his bag at her, and Venomous, caught off-guard, was knocked forceably to the ground. Before she had the time to recover, as since she was an Umbreon now, she was much slower than what she had been.. Dante was at her side, ranting on about how stupid she was for letting the evolution occur.. How she had just made the biggest mistake of her life.. How she would regret it.. And the most deafening blow to the Umbreon.. how much he hated her. His love had been fickle all along, and this was what tore the Umbreon apart the most. Not the merciless blows he pounded upon her bruised bones and flesh, not all the blood he had spilled from her body.. Not how she was never given food, EVER, and how when she had it, it was only due to the occaisional kindness of her parents, who were both happy to be back in Dante's original favor. Still, Dante would not release the Umbreon. He kept her for battle, to take all the blows of the other Pokemon, to protect his Espeons at whatever cost, no matter how much pain she was in, and the more damage they received from the opponent's attacks, the harder she was beaten. Venomous was miserable for a time, crying on the inside, bleeding on the out.. She had fallen into the deepest pit of despair. But soon, her raw wounds, both physical and emtional healed, and as he could never quite manage to kill her, she only became stronger. Or so she thought. She learned to control her emotions, and her displeasure for whatever she was forced into doing for him. She learned.. To be the protector, and not the protected. But more than anything.. she learned.. that she was the lowest of the low, and that any amout of kindness shown toward her.. was definitely not deserved. And so she became unattached, unattached to everything and everyone living in this world.. This little Umbreon knew what it was to be an outcast, an unfulfilled failure, and wondered why the great God Arceus had even wasted his energy creating her. But as she would soon come to know, her purpose was alot greater than she or Dante could ever even have imagined.

Special ability: Venomous' special ability is somewhat similar to the attack "Moonlight", which she knew as a Pokemon. This gives her healing abilities, not only for herself, but for others. There is, however, a catch to these extraordinary abilities. The abilities seem to strengthen significantly at night, and are most effective under he light of the full moon. During day, however, that in which makes the dark types weaker, Venomous' powers are barely visable, and only extend to being able to hear minor cuts and bruises, sometimes small gashes. When directly under the sunlight, she has no powers whatsoever.

Roleplay sample:

"Venomous, come out, NOW!"

The Umbreon cringed upon hearing the sound of her own name, the very name she couldn't remember ever being said in anything less than a tone of ferocity. It had been so long.. So long since he had said it with soft affection, with the gentle kindness he had never in the past been hesitant to lavish on her. Within the dark confines of her Pokeball, which the Umbreon hadn't left for days, for maybe a week even, she became aware of a deep rumbling sound, ahd hearing this, she winced, slender ears flying back behind her head as her eyes squeezed shut.

It's been.. too long this time.. She thought to herself, knowing that there was no need to utter these words aloud. She was practically faint with hunger, yet she knew the reason her trainer was calling her out wasn't to satiate her. Shaking her ebony coat out, the Umbreon lowered her head submissively, crouching down into the battle stance Dante had come to expect from her each time she made an outside appearance. As Venomous was sucked from the circular device, and began to materialize, she was suddenly struck by a defeaning blow. The Umbreon was knocked immediately backward, crimson eyes falling uncontrollably shut as she was thrust painfully against the ground. Her ears twitched in the slightest as she picked up the sound of cheering coming from several feet away, and then.. the voice. The chilling, frozen voice..

"Get up, NOW!" Thin side heaving harshly, Venomous again staggered to her feet, crimson eyes narrowing downward in concentration, her head bowing toward the ground as she leapt immediately forward, hoping that though she was obviously not the fastest Pokemon on the field, she could make up for lost ground.

"Bre!" She called out defiantly, the breath still escaping her parted lips in gasps that were ragged, and irregular. From somewhere behind her, off to her left, out of the corner of her eye, Venomous caught a brief glimpse of the form of an Espeon. Her mother..? Her father..? She couldn't tell. And she dared not turn her head around to look all the way, for she knew what the dire consequences would be..

"Venomous! Use Moonlight!"

"Bre?!" The Umbreon questioned hopefully, eyes shining with a look of surprise as she glanced behind her to stare at her trainer, the very tip of her tail beginning to wag in the slightest. Her heart practically skipped a beat as she attempted to register within her mind what Dante was saying.. But she hadn't the time to get all mushy and sentimental. Judging from how fast the opposing Pokemon had struck her when she had just emerged from the Pokeball, she barely had any time to lose. Venomous braced herself, and summoning up the last smidgeon of energy she had, she threw her head back to gaze up at the.. SUN?! Venomous moaned loudly in pain as the blazing light reflected within her eyes, and seeming to notice the glowing ball of heat for the first time, she glanced behind her in confusion, to which Dante was giggling insanely, keeled over, pudgy hands pressed against a stomach to match.

Master...?! She thought wildly, knees buckling under the extreme source of heat, her chest seeming to spasm violently as the rays shone against her body, penetrating her being, and boiling her to the core.

Master.. She thought weakly, collapsing to the soft grass beneath her, as unable to take the harsh light of day any longer, she twtiched uselessly, a cold sweat of poison breaking out across her sleek body, oozing from the pores of her skin, and washing over her, a sickening purple wave of acid. Venomous cringed, being too weak to actually shake the acidic venom from her fur, and simply just lying there, helplessly in the grass, flinching harshly as the poison ate away at her stilled body.

What.. What's happening..? She thought, of course to which no one would reply. No one would ever reply. Upon seeing the thin film of poison accumulate upon his Umbreon's body, the boy smirked, the corners of his think lips curling up menacingly as he only began to laugh harder.

"What's the matter, Venomous? A bit too Venomous for your own taste? Gawd, I didn't know what in hell I was thinking when I chose that name. It would've made no sense at all had you become what I wanted.. But now, i'm glad I did. It suits you."

The laughter sounded again, and this time, the Espeon at the boy's side joined in along with him, Her mother, Venomous now knew from the short, high-pitched squeals. Venomous' eyes squeezed shut, and the heat and light was so intense upon her fallen body, she couldn't help but squeeze out a couple of crystal tears. The laughter was getting it to her.. The laughter at her pain, the laughter at her utter misery.. The misery she had been putting up with for years, now. Or maybe it wasn't just the laughter. The laughter combined with her sickening pain, much more than just incovenience and discomfort, at being forced to lay beneath the merciless sun.

The..battle.. She thought between gasps, wondering faintly what had happened to the Pokemon who had just tackled her to the ground.. The cheering coming from just several feet away.

"Kai!" Dante interrupted, turning with a grin away from Venomous, and instead motioning over to who Venomous could only assume was her father.

But that wasn't.. possible. Venomous knew for certain that she was always called out as a last resort, a defense mechanism for when either her mother or father were fainted in more difficult battles.

A tank.. That's all I am to him. She thought with a sigh of exasperation. I come out, ready to protect him, and them.. And that's all I am. All i'll ever be.. A tank.. Dented, scratched, bruised... No matter.. I'm solid. Nothing can take me down.. But that doesn't mean.. that it hurts me.. any less.

With this, Venomous just let her dainty head drop to the ground. The tears kept coming, however, and now fell from closed lids to trickle down her face, and into the lush carpet of grass she now lay upon.

"Kai! Use Dig!"

Venomous had no time to react before her acute ears picked up a heavy scratching sound, the tell-tale noise of something burrowing deep underground. Her brow shot quickly up, and as Venomous struggled to remove herself from harm's way, the earth cracked beneath her, giving way to a slender, lilac figure, who lifted her sleek form with just a toss of his feline-like head, tossing her several feet into the air before she came crashing back down, harshly on her right side. As her limp form made contact with the rocky earth, an immense cracking sound was heard as coming from her, and as she let her mouth fall open to release a pained cry, she received a swift kick to the head.

"You... shut up, or i'll make your death ten times worse! That's what you'd like, Venomous, huh? I know the way you think.. I know the way you look at me.. with hate in your eyes.. after I fed you, I cared for you, I never let your dainty-ass paws even touch dirt! And all for this. ..What a waste of my time.."

Letting off only a sneer of disgust, Dante gave but a single backward wave to the limp form of his Umbreon, beginning to walk in the direction he had seemingly just come.

"Sona.. Kai.." With this, Dante's gaze fell upon Venomous one final time, and he sighed, shaking his head back and forth at the pitiful sight, not feeling one ounce of remorse as he simply just turned his chilling gaze elsewhere, brushing an ebony strand of hair from his icey eyes and beginning to walk slowly away from the three Pokemon.

"Finish her off.." The Espeons' pale eyes gleamed with delight., to which they chuckled at one another, licking their lips as they loomed overtop the helpless Umbreon, bodies trembling with anticipation as they moved in for the final kill...

I’m doing Dy’s sign-up as well since we’re twin characters.

Name - Haruki (Yuukihime)
Gender - Female
Age - 8
Species - Eevee

Name - Haruko (Lightningkit)
Gender - Male
Age - 8
Species - Eevee

Powers - Being so young both twins have minimal actual “powers”, they do have a nasty bite attack though and once they’ve bitten you and grabbed a hold it’s pretty damn hard to get them off. They also bite hard enough to draw blood, so be careful of their mean chompers!

Personality - Mischief is one word to describe the young duo. They will often cause trouble wherever they go, regardless if it affects the other members of the group or no. They are both fairly happy characters always optimistic about the future, but they can be a bit naïve because they’re so young and aren’t accustomed to the ways of the world yet. Their views are very black and white as well, to them there is no “middle ground”, it is right or wrong, good or bad, and they have not learned the “grey area” yet. They also tend to be very shy around strangers; such is the nature of a small child. Haruki and Haruko also have very active imaginations, often making up stories on a whim and often have several odd superstitious beliefs.

They aren’t all bundles of happy go-lucky joy however, temper tantrums come fairly easily to them and the matter of their deceased mother is still a very delicate subject. The death of their mother has given them one unique quirk, they will grow attached to the most promenade female influence in their lives, and adopt her as their surrogate mother whether the women likes it or not. Once they bond you with you they stick to you like glue. They have had many surrogate mothers in their lifetime, and most have abandoned them, brushing them off as a nuisance.

The two often sing songs as a hobby, and are quite good at it , but they are often morbid and macabre in nature and when ask where they learned such morbid songs they simply say, "It's a secret!"

History – Haruki and Haruko weren’t always orphans, they did have a mother once, a female flareon, their father never being in the picture because he disappeared after mating was over (which is often customary for wild animals). The two loved their mother more than anything else, she taught them many things, but the thing they loved most about their mother was her soft warm
fur that they often snuggled up in during those cold, winter nights.

Their happiness was short lived because shortly after they turned (in human years) their mother was tragically killed in a battle with a trainer with a ferociously strong Umbreon. Their mother had done her best to protect her to young kits by telling them to hide in the nest until she was done fighting off the intruder to their nest but that battle would mortally wound her, leaving the two twins to fend for themselves.

Ever since then it had been a struggle for survival for the two and they soon looked to other female Pokemon to be their surrogate mother, but it always turned out the same. If the Pokemon weren’t your legitimate kin, abandon them. The two bounced from surrogate to surrogate only to be abandoned time after time, which bring us to present day, where they mysteriously wake up as humans!

Appearance - https://2img.net/h/oi56.tinypic.com/2s655dj.jpg

Think something like this, only with sharer fang-like teeth, and small eevee ears and tail hidden away under hair and clothing.

RP Sample: I...uh..do I need one?

"Sol~!"

With bright, inquisitive brown eyes, an awestruck Venomous gazed up at a magnificent creature with fur the color of shimmering snow.

"Vee?!" She murmured quietly, to which the great beast humbly lowered his head, a kind, though weatherworn look present in his startling Ruby eyes.

"Vee!" The happy go lucky Eevee chirped, unable to contain the youthful excitement typical to all newborn Eevee. She had hopped up to balance herself on her two hind legs, and her forelegs were stretched upward for her paws to rest on either side of the foreign Pokemon's great white face. Though a more high strung wild Pokemon might've grown annoyed and snapped, this creature, in all its good natured benevolence only smiled endearingly at the spry little Evolution Pokemon.

"Venomous! Goddamn, Venomous! You're really too fast for your own good!" Jumping down off of the unidentified Pokemon and twirling around in excitement to greet the griping voice of her trainer, Venomous' elogonated ears perked up, capturing the very footfall of her rapidly approaching trainer. When she glanced back at her newfound friend though, he didn't seem nearly as ecstatic, his features twisted into a grim expression of dread. Dante soon approached, and when he did, his pupils dilated in anger. In one smooth, fluid motion, he picked up a handful of rocks, which were abundunt on the Mountainous terrain the team traversed.

An ominous crackle of thunder sounded in the distance, and was accompanied by a fierce, whipping gust which clawed desperately at Venomous, threatening to spill her over the edge.

"Vee!" She squealed in utter terror, and with the speed of a night predator, the white Pokemon lunged between her and the edge, using his body as a barrier between Venomous and the edge. His face was braced in concentration, which offered Dante the perfect opportunity to strike. Mercilessly, he heaved a good-sized boulder at the other Pokemon's abdomen, it barely missing Venomous in the process.

"Useless, good for nothing creatures." He spat, and though his eyes swam with malice, Venomous, who knew her trainer better than anybody, could also detect a hint of fear.

"Venomous, get over here NOW!" He ordered, to which the little female Eevee scurried to his side. The Pokemon scrambled to its feet, now limping a bit because of the harsh impact. Its fur, once the color of a virgin snow, was rapidly becoming soaked crimson. Venomous had begun to whimper.

"Goddamnit, why don't you just go crawl in a hole and die?" Dante shouted off as the creature quietly began to slink away from the scene. "All you Absols better serve us dead anyways." He sneered finally as he snatched up the petrified Eevee and stalked away with her in the other direction.

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Venomous' pupils enlarged as the creature in front of her wavered, the clean cut blade of a pocketknife falling away from his body, revealing the damage it had left in its wake.

"Bre..." She murmured weakly, as the creature, an Absol, only the second she had seen in her life, eyes passionate with a red primal fury, finished the opposing boy off with a seriously impressive amount of legwork, the likes of which Venomous had never seen a primarily four-legged creature utilize. Why this Absol was fighting the likes of an adolescent human male escaped her, as Absols tended to be goodnatured and unimposing, but he looked damn good doing it. After the human had fleed (a refreshing change of scenery), the Absol somberly turned his bright eyes to her, silently surveying her fallen form. She flinched, the memory of the previous day returning to her, and the viscous assault she had undergone that she had been sure would leave her dead. She could feel the proverbial dimming, the undeniable sensation of life ebbing away, and was sure that soon she would cease to feel anything. But now the pain was back a hundred fold. The Absol, with the parting gift of a crisp unbitten apple, soundlessly stood, taking his leave.

Wait! Venomous thought, but could muster no words. The Absol took a few steps, his beautiful snowfallen fur becoming stained with a gruesome crimson marking, and then fell, flat on his stomach.

Oh shit.. Oh shit... Venomous thought, panicking staring at the motionless Absol, before her memory decided to be gracious.

Wait! I can fix this, she thought, as she attempted to stand on wobbly legs. The pain of ten thousand "Bite" attacks was upon her, and threatened to send her begging at her knees again as she was engulfed in a barrage of agonizing flames. She wasn't giving up, however. Bracing against the pain by sinking her teeth into the left side of her cheek, she trudged onward, those few steps to the Absol's body feeling like miles. All of a sudden, a child, an Eevee, jumped in front of her.

"Miss, you better just lie down for a moment!" The female voice advised her, breaking halfway through the statement as the little girl panicked, attempting to block the Absol's body from her view in an obvious attempt to get her to stop moving. Venomous obstinately refused though, gently pushing the concerned little Eevee away and falling gracelessly to the still conscious Absol's side.

"Bre..." She murmured again, this time imploring as her sad, Ruby eyes inspected the place where his fur had become stained. She placed her ebony paw to his blood-soaked fur and concentrated every ounce of her energy, attempting to channel it into her customary "Moonlight" attack, the attack she was most notorious in battle for, the attack that had been the sole reason for his not killing her off yet. Try as she might however, the translucent green energy wouldn't flow from her paw. It was then that Venomous realized that what had been the illusion of long, silken white fur was actually smooth, bald flesh. The metallic blue of the Absol's face was now broader and naked too, though he still sported those same, heartstopping red eyes. This wasn't an Absol at all; it was a Human! Even more horrifying, the paw she snatched away wasn't a paw at all! It was a human hand, fingers wiggling like erratic little worms as she fell away from the boy's body in a panic. Was she a human too?!

Suddenly, a little boy with a shaggy brown mop of hair approached her, along with a nearly identical female child sporting the same tawny, unruly hair, although longer and put up into messy pigtails. Venomous instinctively shied away from them, but they seemed insistent.

"Miss, please don't move! You'll only make your wounds even worse!"

"It's okay, we're going to get you some help!" The girl chimed in insistantly, eyes shining with feverish promise. As Venomous skin shuddered into gooseflesh, and her body began to tremble, going rapidly into shock, she stared, tormented at the boy as if to ask "What happened to me?"

Sorry Dy, couldn’t wait to post. Will edit the first part if you decide to stick with rp~

Part 2 - Emergency

Haruko watched his twin sister skitter away in a hurry, he smiled and then turned to the two brutes who were staring him angrily. Haruko gave devilish smirk and got in to a fighting stance, surely he could do more now with a human body rather than an Eevee’s body.

Unfortunately Haruko had underestimated the man’s strength, and had overestimated his own strength. The laws of physics were not on his side as he was easily grabbed by the collar of his own shirt. Haruko struggled in his grasp and used the only attack he knew, bite. Haruko bit down on the man’s hand as hard as he could, he could feel blood rushing from the wound and into his mouth, causing him to release his grip and cough and causing the man to drop Haruko.

“YOU LITTLE SHIT!” The man cried, Haruko was coughing at the horrible taste of the blood, as Haruko was coughing at the bitter taste he heard the man yell, “Kid, I’ve taken shits bigger than you! Get the hell out of my way!”

Haruko sneered and got to his feet, “It would figure, I mean, all you probably do all day long is stuff that fat gut of yours with food! I’m surprised the ground doesn’t break under you, fatty! Is that why you have to harm a defenseless young girl? Because no girl would stand the thought of you while they’re awake?” Haruko said, his voice filled with malice and hate for the two despicable human beings.

“WHY YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!” The man yelled, Haruko gave a ‘heh’ sound and quickly dodged a punch.

“It seems I’ve hit a weak spot, haha, fatty!” Haruko yelled he had forgotten about the other man though and was caught off guard when the other man grabbed him by the side of the collar and flung him to the side like a rag doll; he hit a neighboring tree and made a loud “OOOMPH!” sound. The air had been knocked straight out of him and he began to cough violently trying to regain some air in his lungs.

In the distance he heard his sister give a desperate sob, she was back, and with help! Through violent coughing he could vaguely make out the figure of a many, a very tall man. He could also see one of the men leaning down to kiss the girl on the lips, “Dibs….”

Do something! That’s why my sister brought you here! Haruko yelled in his head but all that came out was a series of violent inaudible gasps, and life a swift shadow the huge man sprung in to action and punched the man square at the jaw. Haruki had then taken this chance to run to her twin brothers side.

“Are you okay, Haruko?” Her quivering voice asked him, he nodded slowly.

“A bit bruised, but nothing a few Oran berries can’t fix…” He mumbled to Haruki, still trying to get air back in to his lungs. Haruki only stared at her brother worriedly, the two had thoroughly believed that the scary-looking man could handle the two gruff men who were about to attack this young girl, “Let’s go check on the girl,” Haruko said calmly managing to stand up, he felt a few bruises coming on but there was no evidence of bleeding.

“R-right…” Haruki stared at her brother in worry who smiled calmly back at her.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” He said and grabbed her hand, the two made their way over to the girl to see how she was doing.

She was absolutely covered in vicious bite marks and lacerations, which cause the twins to jump back a little out of fear. It was similar to how their deceased mother had looked when she was killed. The two shook off their fears and took a step closer only to hear something that spooked them.

“Oh, playing strong? Hold this!”

The bully reached to his pocket and pulled out a knife. The twins were utterly frozen in fear, what could they do? They were scared, and alone, what could they do? The brute man smirked as he made a swift movement and stabbed the man right under the rib cage.

“EEEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Haruki screamed with all her might, startling the two brutes.

“Shit, there was a second kid?!” The man said, “We’ll take care of them next first let’s take care of this idi—“ The man was unable to finish his sentence when the man when the man received a thorough beat down from the large man, and were sent scurrying off and dropping a strange device in a panic. Haruki will still screaming in a panic her brother trying to calm her down.

Through her tears she could see the giant man take a few steps then collapse to the ground, just as the women was beginning to stir. Things were quickly getting out of hand, but somehow Haruko had managed to calm her down enough so that she would stop screaming like a banshee but she was still sobbing.

What stopped Haruki’s sobbing was the fact that the girl was getting to her feet and slowly inching towards the man, a look of determination in her eyes. What was this girl intending to do?

Haruki suddenly jumped in front of the women, blocking the path to the collapsed man, “Miss, you better just lie down for a moment!" Haruki advised in a sudden panic. The women didn’t respond only gently pushing her aside as if she were obstacle in the road. The women fell next to the man, and the twins were beginning to panic, what could they do?!

The women slowly put her hand on his chest and looked like she was expecting something to happen, “Bre…” The woman muttered but then suddenly fell back in confusion, and was staring at her hand in a shocked manner.

This caused the twins to look at each other in surprise, it had been their very same reaction once they found out they were human..

“Could she be…?”

“…A Pokémon too?”

Haruko approached the women slowly but she instantly shied away as if he were the devil himself, “Miss, please don't move! You'll only make your wounds even worse!" He told her trying to put some sense into the confused and frightened women.

Haruki’s face hardened with determinations, “It’s okay, Miss, we’re going to get you some help!" Haruki chimed in insistently, eyes shining with feverish promise. The woman was beginning to shake, she was going in to shock but the women continued to stare at Haruko, seeming to ask “What has happened to me?”

Haruko slowly approached the women and very gently said, “You’re a Pokémon too, aren’t you?” The women slowly nodded but before she could try and ask anything else lost consciousness.

The twins were at a loss for what to do but then Haruki remembered that one of the gruff men had dropped something. Haruki quickly ran and grabbed it. The device was a Pokegear, common among trainers and could be used for communication.

“What luck, we can call for help with this Haruko!” Haruki said picking up the device and running over to him, “But...uh…How do we use it, and who do we call?”

“Well, humans always talk of a number called 9-1-1 when there was an emergency, so why not call that?” Haruko said poking at the strange blue device.

“Right, but, how does it work?” Haruki cocked her head to the side, Haruko shrugged.

“Just push the button on the side? I don’t know!” He yelled at her frustrated, she nodded and pushed the side of the Pokegear, causing it to light up and a number pad to appear on the screen.

“Okay…so…9..1…1….Call~” Haruki pressed the button and immidately someone picked up.

“Nine-one-one, what is your emergency?” The feminine voice asked.

“Um, we’re on route 201 and there are two people, one was just stabbed by two gruff looking men and he’s bleeding really badly, there’s also this lady covered in bad bite marks and lacerations! She’s going in to shock!” Haruki yelled in to the Pokegear, she was beginning to panic again.

“Understood, is there anyone else with you, miss?”

“Y-yeah… my twin brother....We’re on Route 201…Please hurry…” Haruki said through sobs.
“Alright, I’m sending an ambulance your way, please stay with the two of them until the ambulance gets there,” The operator instructed, and the twins responded with a nod.

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After much explaining, panic, and one quick ride in an ambulance, the entire group was dropped off at the Jubilife City Hospital. The twins were allowed to ride in the ambulance, which if not for the half dead people in the back, might have been pretty cool.

The paramedics also had the idea that these two were their parents, so the hospital staff allowed the twins to stay with the two. Haruko ended up staying with the large man and Haruki ended up staying with the women. The hospital staff was also kind enough to let them do small chores around the hospital to keep them busy while the two were in surgery.

“Haruko, do you really think that lady is a Pokémon…?” Haruki asked her twin while trying to draw a strange picture of a Flareon.

“Dunno, but she did look just as shocked as we were when she started staring at her hand…” Haruko said, who was attempting to draw a picture of two Eevee’s and a heart, though it too, was extremely messy and mangled, “Well, all we can do is wait.”

Haruki nodded quietly and returned to her drawing, she stared back at the ‘in surgery’ sign which was glowing bright red…

It was going to be a long night....

When she first awoke, it seemed as if the past three hours, the ones including the wounded Absol and the two young Eevees had been but a short, fleeting dream, a very brief release from the hideous reality of her life. For when she awoke, Venomous' eyes peeled open to take in the grotesquely plain, objective off-white walls of the hospital. She had shivered, and her stomach had sank as her overworked mind jumped to the conclusion that she must be back in the dreary, solitary confines of her Pokeball, but wait a tic-

Some kind of rough, cheap material grazed her bare arms, yes bare, and she glanced down at her body to see that some kind of cover had been placed around her lower body and tucked under her bare arms. Savagely, she yanked it off and let it drop to the floor. Where in Arceus was she?! She then began inspecting herself, checking herself for any new indications of bodily harm and/or invasion, and found that the mortifying wounds she wore- the bite marks and lacerations dictated to her by her parents, were now cleanly stiched up. A number of thin wires and tubes were also feeding some kind of strange liquid into her intravenously. Curiously, she sent forth one of her hands to investigate the site of the wound, but at the first tentative prod from her finger, Venomous winced, and tears were brought to her eyes. Unagitated, the wounds were fine, but at the slightest movement, it felt like the sharp, venomous flame of a Beedril sting. And so curiosity having killed thr cat, Venomous instead sat quietly, wanting to give no indication of her consciousness in case of an immediate ambush from some waiting predator in the room.

But the only other individual sharing her forlorn quarters was the boy from earlier- The Absol. By the looks of it, he was just beginning to stir from slumber as well. They were both wearing the same kind of unnatural attire- a white and flueorescent green gown, and the strange addition of clothes made Venomous feel trapped and noticeable. She clawed absentmindedly at the nightgown, while maintaining her focus on the boy lying in the bed parallel to hers. He seemed generally less aware than her, and immediately begun searching himself as she had initially done, though his eyes were clouded with disbelief and were soon filling with rage. He glanced over at her, and she instinctively flopped down, eyes squeezing shut lest the boy decide to include her in his rage. After a few seconds, the magnetizing pull of all the drama that was occuring prompted her to again open her eyes, though this time, she watched through a tiny slit. The boy had ripped the Iv out of his arm, and now the familiar crimson fluid that had stained his original shirt rushed in a fluid wave down his arm. She winced, and again felt her innards begin to tingle with a shift of strange energy.

It was then that a foreign Human rushed in, unmistakably female by appearance, but Venomous sniffed discreetly just to be sure, her nose filling with the unpleasant, powdery sterile fumes of the hospital profession. Aside from the abhorrable scent of cleaning supplies, Venomous also detected a faint, ripe trace of something else, something that smelled eerily close to decay. It was the faint brushing with the dying that she faced every day. She rushed to the Absol's side with a calm, benevolent face, but he smacked her away as if she was nothing more than a fly on his rump. Venomous' eyes widened, and she drew the covers up over her head. Her heart had begun to escalate, and her shaking had nothing to do with the temperature. Seconds later an entire swarm of doctors and nurses flooded the room, surrounding her companion.

~Oh shit, oh shit!~ Venomous thought as soon her visual of the boy was blocked out because of the vast number of people flocking to him. This made her uneasy, and she whimpered deep in her throat. She had no clue whatsoever who this boy was, but that didn't matter to her. By his abnormal looks, his erratic, primal movements, the tantalizing scent of a mature male of her same egg group, he was unmistakably Pokemon, and she wouldn't let them harm a fellow member of her species. She growled, the sound barely inaudible over all the crashing and shouting, but they would be made aware of her presence soon. Calmly, she swung her legs over the side of her bed.

The sensation was more intolerable than she thought, and it felt as if a beast one thousand times her size had placed two claws at the center of her human flesh and torn her apart effortlessly, splitting her at the seams. She let out a gasp of pain and immediately collapsed to the frigid white floor of the hospital, tugging dangerously at the Ivs pumping various medications and sedatives into her, the new stitches threatening to burst. Two of the nurses noticed Venomous' weak attempts at entering the chaotic scene, and rushed to her side in alarm.

"Easy, sweety" A plump young blonde cooed in concern, gently taking Venomous by the arm while the other Nurse took the other and gently guiding her up and back over into her bed. Venomous' eyes swam with tears from the pain, but she ignored it for the time being and glanced over to the Absol boy.

"Dammit, I touched his penis!" The Security Guard bellowed as the boy was tossed roughly onto the bed despite his fresh stitches and the alarming blood flow pouring out of the wound left by the discarded Iv.

"It's okay, honey. Your friend is going to be just fine. Nobody is going to hurt him." The second Nurse explained gently, prompting Venomous to lie down while removing the Iv bag from the pole, discreetly inserting a higher dosage of sedatives into the bag. Venomous wasn't so assured by her words however, as the boy, having pissed off the staff now, was thoughtlessly jabbed in the neck with a large syringe, to which the six something foot tall beast finally went down, his head slamming into the clean white pillow leaving no doubt about that. Venomous again tried to sit up, but each of the Nurses had taken one of her arms in both hands, and sternly pushed her down. As her eyes began to sag, her vision fading and unable to even bring the Nurses' features into sharp focus, she heard them whispering to one another.

"What do you think they are?"

"I'm not exactly sure, but the tail between this one's legs? It's unmistakably an Umbreon's. My grandson was training one. I'm not sure what kind of sick experiment they are, but they seem absolutely savage."

"Well, it looks like we won't have to worry about being responsible for their care much longer. Looks like they're bringing in a couple of Scientists tomorrow, and Professor Rowan if they can reach him to see what should be done with these guys."

At this point in the conversation, Venomous' conscious faded, and her body sank into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Her second awakening was the clean, painless withdrawal of the Iv from her arm. Venomous' eyes popped open, and whatever stage of sleep she had been in was disrupted without a second thought. For some reason, she had instantly recalled the Nurses' conversation at her bedside, and she feared that the humans had come to lock them away forever. But her bewildered Ruby eyes soon settled upon the lanky boy who had been knocked unconscious seemingly seconds ago, and her surveyed her body somberly as he bandaged her up. Once assured of her awakening, he took several strides over to a window in the room that had been cranked open, and awoke the twins from earlier who had initially been her savior. He then wordlessly climbed up into the window and sprange, leaping God knows how far out of it.

What was she to do now?! Venomous' body, still pumped with a double dosage of sedatives and pain medications felt a little more tolerable of her wounds than earlier, but she knew she tread a fine line before she again encountered the unbearable headsplitting sensation, so slowly, she stood, wrapping her thin arms around her chest and inspecting the room. The Eevees had woken, and were talking confidentially amongst themselves, and their speech was unintelligable to her. She then noticed a clothes rack present in the room upon which hung a lone outfit, an exquisitely detailed solid black dress, tight and confining at the top, but liberating at the bottom with a billowing pleated skirt. Taking a deep breath, she began the slow, delicate process of dressing herself. Fortunately, though the dress appeared complex and mindboggling, the corset at the top was actually faux leather, and contained no cords but was made to stretch around the thighs and hips of a woman's curvacious body.

This stage of dressing having taken about four minutes with her sluggishness, Venomous ventured to be a little more hasty in slipping the stockings and the boots that had been left for her on. Finally, a miniature backpack remained, and it was in the form of a Chibified Absol. The cuteness of it in contrast to the savage bruteness of the boy she knew's strength made her smile, so without a second thought she grabbed the backpack without much thought or care of what was inside it. She then staggered over to the window, peering down earnestly, searching for the boy who had thought to awaken her. He stood panting, leaned against a wall, in an unidentifiable amount of pain from the toll of the leap. She pulled herself in one awkward movement up into one of the chairs beneath the window, and as the dull throbbing of pain started in her abdomen, braced herself. She poised herself on the ledge as he had, and glanced once back into the empty room. She felt as if she was rebelling somehow, and had the premonition that her new life would be anything but easy now that they were on the lam and in the foreign country of these human bodies without any idea of the rituals and customs. Squeezing the plush Absol against her chest, summoning the image of her as a battered Umbreon, huddled within the black confines of her Pokeball, begging to die inside there, to never come out again. Venomous knew what she had to do.

Lurching forward, she jumped swiftly from the ledge, barely catching herself, wobbling with an apparent lack of control on her two human legs, half-stifling a pained scream as she felt several of her new stitches tear and the hot sensation of blood began trickling down her naked flesh. She bit into her lips, grinding the flesh there too to prevent a loud sob from escaping, and sank to her knees, she too now panting.

Soon after her courageous little freefall, Venomous found herself surrounded. Though she had never in her life been either a wild Pokemon or an abandoned stray, Venomous became acutely aware of a disturbance in her energy, some kind of higher consciousness of herself bidding her to raise her arms in protection of herself. So Venomous' arms flew over her head and she retracted into a smaller, more compact version of herself there on the pavement as the twins' hands groped all over her bare arms. What might've seemed like an ordinary survival instinct to other beings was a luxury for Venomous, for in her past life, the one where the dirt Dante walked on was worth more than she was, if Venomous dared use defensive maneuvers on herself, she was lashed a hundred times harder than any Vine Whip would inflict on her. Time seemed to lag as Venomous sat huddled, expecting only the worse, but then resumed to normal again when instead of attacked she was helped to her feet by the children.

"This is why you shouldn't be so rough with yourself, miss", the little Eevee scolded gently, an oddly genuine concern blazing in his coppery eyes.

What, this? It's but a flesh wound. Venomous thought absently, glancing in what she believed was a discreet manner down the front of her dress after casually pulling it down. She wore no brassiere, for these types of unmentionables hadn't been included in the meager offering of her new outfit, nor did she know that she was missing out on anything. Sure, she had had a Human in the past, but he was a male human, and she had never once been out of her Pokeball while he was undressing. Now that her shirt was down and her naked chest was exposed, it was revealed to the three others just how badly the stitches were wrecked. At least half a dozen of the carefully stitched lacerations had again ruptured, and a stream of blood trickled quietly down to her andominal region, merging in places to create a larger stream and creating an almost tribal pattern on her body.

"Mister, what are we going to do now? One of the lady's stiches has ripped and we don't have any medical supplies.." She whined, an uncontainable yawn ripping out of her tiny mouth and distorting her other facial features. A glimpse of abnormally long Canines was afforded to Venomous, and she realized then how ferocious the little girl was. Ferociously cute, that is.

Both the Absol and the Eevee wordlessly glanced over to assess Venomous for what seemed like the fifteenth time in that day, and were afforded a rather attractive view of Venomous craning her too-short human neck down to her chest and stretching her tongue out as far as it would reach in a futile attempt to reach the first of the burst seams. The Absol still said nothing, but slowly began to make his way toward Venomous. She froze in her actions, unaware of how ridiculous she looked in this new body, and instead flinched. (It wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibility, after all, since he too was a dark type. ) She squeezed her Ruby eyes shut, and let her head hang slack, submitting almost immediately. But the male had no apparent interest in domination. Rather, he extended a callused weatherworn paw down and gripped Venomous' more slender one.
Peering at him through the slit of one eye, she noticed his claws, no wait, his nails, were blackened, and were grazing her own. He pulled her completely to a proper bipedal position, and turned to the male child of the group.

"Kid", He dictated in a deep, Alpha tone that begged to be defied. It was then that Venomous noticed that the only color that had managed to permeate the grimness of this boy's appearance were the rubious one of his irises which glinted ominously in tihs shady alleyway.

"Stay here." He touched his massive paw to the little girl's tiny one, and together they set off down the alleyway. Venomous wanted to run to him and stop him, thank him, tell him that it was completely unnecessary, that she had been forced to endure far, far worse for longer quantities of time, to bid him to hurry, anything, anything in the world but this blasted silence! Alas, no words came to mind as she watched the duo set off down the lightless path which was but one tributary to the huge splendorous revelry that was the city. Eventually, they were swallowed whole by the sickening spectacle of artifical light and commercialization, and the other twin and Venomous were left alone.

The boy had turned away from Venomous so that his back was facing her, and the disappearance of his daintier sister seemed to have altered his demeanor entirely.

"Damnit, Haruki. Always so trusting of people." He muttered darkly, to which he turned a bit, compromising by offering up a side profile of himself to the Umbreon female.

Trust...

"C'mon, Venom. You do trust me, don't you girl?" The sunny, carefree chuckle of Dante's was the melody that Venomous' heart beat to. A mischievous grin from that boy, a playful wink, and Venomous would've crawled belly down over a bed of hot coals as big as the Sinnoh region for that boy. But this so-called exercise carried not just the threat of searing pain, but also of a most untimely death. Dante had laid the half decayed body of a fallen tree across the narrowed part of a tumultous river that eventually led to one of the most impressive Waterfalls in Sinnoh. Dante had hiked over to the other side, Sona and Kai at his heels, but had commanded his little Eevee superstar in training to remain on the opposite side. The wait alone, the fearing of her naive little heart that Dante would keep walking and never come back, wouldn't even look back for one final time at her were some of Venomous' most popular nightmares. But these were silly, unrequited terrors. At least she had thought so back then in her youth. Upon arriving at the other side, Dante had gone through all measures of coaxing, cooing, and commanding to get Venomous to walk the length of the rotten log, but she wouldn't comply. Which brings us to the present day.

Trust.

"You do trust me, don't you?"

Over and over again, Venomous saw her trainer's face. Square and masculine, cleft chin, aristocratic nose. Eyes the salty color of brooding sea foam.. But they hadn't always been. At this point in time, they were as bright and as lucky as two four-leafed shamrocks. Of course she trusted him. She trusted him with every fiber of her being. But after four seemingly easy, effortless steps, her heart plummeted. Her miniscule little paw, driven by the weight of her body, had pushed through the soft, malleable wood, causing her to lose her balance and flail wildly, it taking only seconds for the teacup sized Pokemon to flop dramatically into the water. Much too weak to even dare fighting against the ferocity of the hellbent current, Venomous had been swept along easily, screaming monosyllabic cries of horror in the process. But Dante hadn't hesitated. Stripping himself of his shirt, he dove without a moments' hesitation in after her. It took him a good thirty seconds to propel himself with the momentum needed to reach her, but before she knew it, she was safe again in his arms, cradled against his broad, sturdy chest.

"I'm so sorry, Venom. I swear to Arceus, nothing bad like this will ever happen to you again."

She whimpered and her eyes flooded with tears. It was then that she noticed that she was in the spotlight, the male twin watched her with the attentiveness of a watch Growlithe. She made no move to disguise her woe, for Pokemon are unaccustomed to the habitual deceptiveness practiced by fearful people. Instead she let the crystalline tears run hot down her face.

"I never understood what I possibly could've done to make him hate me so damn much." She whispered, the first time she had used her newfound speech, more to herself than to anyone.

"Bad things too often happen to good people. My mother had us young and raised me and Haruki to the best of her ability, but in the end, she received nothing for her selflessness. Instead she was slaughtered by a mindless beast.. A monster." The boy spat bitterly, his copper-colored eyes first misting, and then beginning to rapidly accumulate more moisture as he continued speaking.

"I'm sorry.." She murmured, astounded, but continued with what was on her mind. "I kind of wish now that I had shared her fate. I know nothing about being a Human! I barely even knew how to function as a Pokemon. How in the hell am I going to survive out on the streets?!" She hadn't noticed it, but anxiety had begun mounting in her voice and her words were cracking with nervousness as she spoke. The fellow human had noticed however, and he calmly lay a hand on her quaking shoulder.

"Take it one day at a time," were his sagely words, and before Venomous could respond, she heard an ear shatteringly merry voice scream out:

"Hey, Haruko! Big lady! WE'RE BACK!" In jovial triumph, before they both glanced up to see the female twin careening towards the both of them at full speed. The Absol's long stride afforded him the ability to be able to keep up with the ecstatic Haruki though she ran at what was breakneck speed for her and he only walked briskly. Soundlessly, he appeared at Venomous' side. She surveyed him wordlessly in response, allowing her somber, still puffy eyes to do all the talking for her. She made no move to either bolt from him as he withdrew a potion from the pouch, and as a subtle thanks for her appreciation, even moved toward him eagerly to receive the doctoring. She felt no creeping embarrassment as he pulled down the corset of her dress, witness to the naked spectacle of her chest, and began dousing her wounds with the liquid.

Venomous at once attempted to squirm away, and yelped an evident cry of pain, withdrawing instinctively from the source but finding herself cornered against a dirty cement wall. Instead, she leaned on him, the top of her head pressed against his chest, using him as sturdy foundation to brace herself against the pain. Unsure of what to do, he awkwardly held her with his spare hand.

"Shh...I'm sorry..." He crooned soothingly, attempting to alleviate simultaneously the visible anguish she expressed and his own impending guilt. But this only served to remind her of that promise her human had made and how fickle of a promise it had been. She was bandaged, and then folded into the Absol's long, lanky arms. She didn't protest, only leaned gratefully into him, soaking up the kind benevolence of his touch. For a moment, she was able to forget all the stressors and rigors of the day as her expired memory of affection was at least renewed. He sat her down against a wall, and crouched on his haunches before her. He seemed at a loss for what to do, despite his apparent strength despairing just like the rest of them. Venomous offered him a sympthetic stare.

"Are you... are you Pokemon too?" He asked tentatively, and Venomous knew that he felt vulnerable and perhaps even a bit dumb treading on such unfamiliar, unexplored terrain. She couldn't stand at the top of the precipice and just watch him anymore.

"Yes." She responded boldly, affirming her response as absolute truth by making eye contact, a gesture that had been taboo for most of her evolved life lest she want the submission beaten back into her.

"Believe it or not, I haven't always been this big." She declared nervously, shaking but winking at Haruki, an obvious reference to the less than flattering nickname the oblivious child had tagged her with. Once again, she turned to Slash, and with this transition, grew more serious.

"I'm Venomous, and I used to be an Umbreon." She offered, expecting nothing in return, not any information from this mysteriously savage yet elegant white haired creature, but hoping that he and the twins would volunteer some kind of insight anyways. It seemed likely that more than the powers of chance had brought this unlikely little group together, and Venomous was desperate to find out what kind of powers these were.

It simply amazed Venomous, this newfound level of emotional discomfort. In an attempt to actually take a chance for once and turn over a new personal leaf, she had admitted what should have been painstakingly obvious anyways: that she was an Umbreon. Now she sat feeling vulnerable and larger than life, embarrassed and ashamed of her confession as one of the children, the female Eevee quaked, staring at Venomous in mute horror as if she had just sprouted horns and grown fangs. The male Eevee was visably shaken, but he seemed more conscientious of his emotional display than his sister, and instead responded in an unstable voice.

"I am Haruko, and she is Haruki. We were once both Eevees. A pleasure to finally learn your name, miss." He spoke, though his oratation didn't reveal his pleasure. Venomous, getting the sneaking suspicion that she had said too much, didn't speak, only nodded in the direction of the Eevee boy, her humiliation barring her from locking gazes with Haruki at this moment in time. Venomous was still a little shell-shocked about this whole experience. She hardly wondered at Haruko's testimony about his and Haruki's past life because she was still unsure how readily she believed that this was happening to herself. The closing curtain on her life had been the relatively discreet mauling of her by her parents. She had felt the life flow ebb out of her, had felt her body yielding to the void of the afterlife. It seemed highly unrealistic and a bit too hopeful to imagine that this was more than a surreal dream while she waited for judgement day.

But then again, perhaps she was being paranoid and faeries did exist, and Santa Claus was real and the Easter Bunny did lay chocolate eggs on Easter after all.

Venomous snapped back to the present day, forgetting her wool-gathering as she tuned in to Haruko asking the mysterious fourth member of their party about himself. Venomous wasn't sure why, but every time this man came into question and it was time for him to speak, her heart started hammering wildly like it was trying to escape the confines of her ribcage. It wasn't exactly the nauseous butterflies of infatuation, but more like an innate nervousness of his physical capabilities. Venomous hadn't had the best of experiences with grown men.

"M-My name..." He seemed hesitant at first, and Venomous rapidly began to fear that he would lie to them. In such a new larval human state, she wasn't sure if she could take any treachery on anyone's part this early on, at least not from the other Pokehumans she had forged a few fragile bonds with, and so she fixated her rubious eyes on his own, lending him a woeful stare. Finally, he relented.

"My name is NightSlash, Slash for short." Venomous breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing crude or relatively emotionally scathing had come out of his mouth in response, and she was grateful for that. Not that she had been given any sort of indication that Slash was a ruthless D-bag, but after an experience like her own, one couldn't be too careful. Now that all danger of any lashing out had passed, she had a couple moments to ruminate over his name. Slash. She liked it. It fit the boy with the fierce, untamable crimson eyes like a glove, and she had the instinct that she wouldn't easily forget it. But now that he had extended his own olive branch, Slash decided to immediately get down to business. He didn't waste time.

"Do you guys know what's going on? Why did we become human? I just woke up this morning and..."

Venomous appreciated his civility and so had leaned forward to earnestly contemplate his questions, despite her not knowing that she would be of no assistance whatsoever in answering them when she heard the unmistakable wedging of a door handle into hollow plaster. She near jumped out of her skin and flattened herself as close to the wall as humanly possible.

"Nurse! I think they're gone!" Her eyes nearly bulged out of her skull when she heard the panicked roar of the doctor who had invaded her body with his intravenous fluids, the painful Ivs and relentless jabbing of needles, and the sensation covered her arms, legs, chest, and abdomen again and again as her brain began pumping full of adrenaline. Shakily, she attempted to stand, reacting seemingly quicker than the others. Slash, Haruki, and Haruko had frozen momentarily, but sh had the feeling that once they got going, they would quickly surpass her and she would be left struggling to keep up with the pack. She didn't want to be a burden, so she forced herself up bipedal, and leaned against the cold cement wall to recover. She noticed that Slash, like her, also seemed to be turning over the possibilities of this enraged human's course of action, and he seemed to be able to comprehend just as much if not more than her about the depth and range of human wrath.

"Look! The window! They've escaped!"

Venomous couldn't help letting out an anguished whimper, wondering to herself why she had ever been taken to the hospital in the first place. It had caused nothing but hassle for her and Slash, and she felt passionately that she much rather would've bled out on the grass than pursued by ill-intentioned humans. It seemed that her inevitable death was forever being prolonged, and that her circumstances would never allow her to fully be at peace. Slash jumped to his feet, and quickly skimmed the the faces of Venomous, Haruki, and Haruko.

"Dammit... We've gotta go... We've gotta go, let's hide!" He suggested urgently, to which Venomous would've happily obliged if she could. She didn't want to let on about her semi-crippled status though, so she just nodded. But before she even had the chance to try her hand at faking her ability, Slash moved in on her, his body so close that she could hear the pounding of his heart, smell the raw testosterone his powerful body was giving off, and then stretching her feeble arm over his shoulder to help support her body weight. Venomous' first instinct was to flinch away from his and curl herself into a ball to hel pward off any incoming blows, she she swallowed this fear and stayed close to him, putting on a brave face while he ordered the twins to follow them.

He hoisted her out of the mouth of the alley, and as they stood on a rather steep curve which, at the slightest misstep would offer them as sacrifice to the unending stream of vehicular nightlife, took Haruko's hand. He in turn took Haruki's, and the four oddballs hovered on the concrete precipice, miscolored eyes glancing around for an opening, any opening. It was then that by some unimaginable stroke of fortune Slash's gaze settled on a brightly lit clearing, on which stood a fresh upheaval of earth and a crowd of people in the midst of an ongoing news broadcast. Of course, Venomous didn't realize all this, and to her it just looked like a random mass congregation of people, which frightened her silly.

"Over there!" Slash ordered vindictively, and though Venomous' head swam with the sensory overload of people cajoling in the streets, the obnoxious honking of horns, shrill sqealing of breaks and the frightening "vroom" of motorists gunning their cars, she had no choice but to attend Slash as she limped along. Her face contracted in pain as Slash surged forward to suddenly and a slight yelp emitted from her seemed to attract his attention, but there was no stopping now. The aforementioned doctor was in hot pursuit of the crew, and didn't seem to want to give up the foursome readily. So Slash swooped Venomous up bridal style, his strong arms finding their way just beneath her knees and tucking her in close to his chest to balance her while he picked up speed, falling behind Haruko and Haruki and then plunging into the crowd of people they had spied from the distance. Venomous squeezed her eyes shut to prevent herself from having a coronary at all the loud, indiscreet conversation, at the noisy shouting and cheering, and the overly exaggerated shuffling and stomping and clapping and slapping and waving of their limbs. Her nose was still flooded with activity though and she picked up the musky, the downright funky, the sweet sickly fruity, and the artifical flowery barrage of scents. She found her hand crawling up to Slash's shoulder and squeezing it lightly to relieve some of the inner suffocation she felt, and was thankful when the noise from the crowd lessened and the air temperature around her dropped drastically.

It was only after Slash had carefully positioned her up against a second sturdy, unmoving wall that Venomous ventured to crack open her eyes.

"What the hell is going on?!" Slash roared, finally losing his calm and venting as he turned around, slamming a huge balled fist into the concrete wall adjacent to the one Venomous leaned against. As the fist made contact, the concrete gave way, bits of it disintigrating to the floor as Slash's knuckles drove into it. The sudden flurry of movement and escalation of emoton into rage caused Venomous to shy away from the man, gooseflesh appearing all over her arms and legs. She immediately balled up, burying her face into her lap, waiting for the physical assault on herself to begin. When it didn't come, she tentatively peeked up at Slash. He seemed to hold no interest whatsoever in further expressing his confusion and disbelief, and now instead leaned tiredly against the wall. Venomous couldn't help but notice that the fist that had been driven so definitely into the wall hung uselessly at his side now, his knuckles busted, dripping a steady stream of his blood, his fuel. Venomous' own hand had begun to swell in response. Venomous, terrified for her life, at first decided to ignore it, but after some long moments of feeling the Absol's pain, sensing his utter desolation and agony, crawled quietly to his side, praying that he wouldn't hear or notice her. Wrapping her tiny hand over his massive one as best as she was able, she squeezed and squeezed, until the blood coagulated, the wounds closed, and the formerly broken knuckles were only flushed pink in response to the pressure of her squeezing hand. Drawing her hand away from is, stained with the discreet evidence that his knuckles had been bashed at all, Venomous, feeling a little more tired but a lot better about herself, weakly crawled away.