((Does everyone have to be physically hurt in this RP?))
Cassie cautiously looked around, then also removed a flute from her bag. She began playing a rather melodious song, and Psy, Grovyle and wild Pokemon began to dance happily. It warmed her heart, and she continued to play.
<Doo doo DOO, doo doo DOO, doo doo do do do do do DO.....> She hummed the notes in her head, and chnaged her pitch from fast and happy to low but quick. Now the Pokemon were do-si-do-ing with each other. A group of Sunkern had buzzed around the area, and Bellossom were dancing and giving off Sweet Scents. Cassie thought, <I love it when my Pokemon get out more.> Discharge, however, stood up, howled, and fired a Thunder at the sky. Sparks fell, and just made the Pokemon dance faster.
She had forgotten all worries, but she was wary as to the time. <We have to go soon, guys. We'll be back soon.>

-Gardevoir~

((I do not hold myself responsible for Levin's actions, kiss included. The guy's schizophrenic, how can I possibly know what's on his mind?
And Gardy1313, what is it that you like making people do, make them stammer until they choke? Good thing I don't know you in person then ))


Still in shock, Levin started looking around for some kind of entrance. Having told there was one in the vicinities, though, made it a lot easier to find. He came across a ledge and had to crouch to enter the hole in the bank.

"A cave... how fitting." he said, trying to keep his cool; no use. He was definitely scared. Good thing there was no one around to see him panic... was there? The music could now be clearly heard, but the cave was a bit dark. After a while though, Levin's eyes adjusted to the darkness of the cave.
And then he saw her.

"Ei- Eirika?!" Of all the people...
"What are you doing here?"

Wow, smooth, Dartz, really smooth. You can complain about the lack of light while you're at it, make it a perfect "hello"... you moron.

(remember my umbreon's psychic ability sorry i didn't post it. But still I'm asking the question.)

((God-moding saga. Besides, I think you're not supposed to be in Eirika's secret base right now, due to the storyline so far. You can't enter a place the second you want to do it, regardless of whether it's secret or not, regardless of whether the others want you there or not. Umbreons have no psychic powers, and even if they did, Eirika didn't communicate with it, and Umbreon can't talk to you, so it's highly unlikely you could ever find the place. There are other people involved in the RP, so bear in mind whether you're interfering with someone else's part of the story or not. But it's ultimately Gardevoir1313's call, so if she says it's okay, then it's okay.))

((Well, since everybody is ignoring my last post -and I don't blame you for that, because I prefer to ignore it too- I'll change my character's action and I will try to interact a little more. I hope that doesn't bother any of you))

Erick was standing right outside Serra's room, waiting for an answer to take her pokemon, but he was shocked when he saw Serra's Rukario. The sight of that pokemon reminded him when he was part of a VERY secret experiment in which he had to battle strong pokemon all by himself. That experiment gave him high physical endurance, but left him emotionally unestable.

Then he decided that pokemon must be of him. He pushed the Gengar-bracelet he was wearing and became invisible. He has been watching Serra since then, waiting for a moment to steal the luxury ball from her.

- This is my opportunity. Go Doppel, use Night Shade on that thing!

The ghost pokemon appears right in front of the Rukario, but since the bracelet Erick is wearing uses the vital energy of the actual pokemon, it finds itself unable to move and is hit by the Iron Tail attack. At the same time, Erick becomes visible again and shrugges in pain as he feels the hit of the Rukario on his own body...

(Fine forget about my last post.)

Dave remains looking out, the wind blowing. He puts on his hood getting ready for anything. "No one will know me now. Midnight is going to pay." Dave heads back to the base. he looked out at the base ready to strike back.

((Sorry if I was too harsh, I didn't mean to, perhaps I expressed myself in a bad way; please excuse my rudeness, will you? Thanks for understanding and changing your post accordingly saga ))

((Gah, you guys confuse me. And no, I can't make people stammer that much, I just like freaking them out a bit, which I'm really good at ^_^ lol. And, Eileen says that she's done drawing Eirika and is moving on to Max and Levin later on today, hopefully. She couldn't find Eirka's drawing, though >_<))

Eirika didn't waver from her playing, even though Levin seemed half-panicked.

<Yes, it is me. This is...well...my own hideout. I come here when I need to think...I didn't think you'd hear my telepathy from before...but now that you're here, do you wish to talk...about your past, maybe?>

( )

Dave heads in without being noticed, security isn't good when you know your way around. Dave gets near the room with the patient and waits. Damn, shes being protected, Need to get her out of there, but how?

"Girl... I'm standing right in front of you.. couldn't you just spare me a few words? I admit it, your telepathy is freaking me out bad." No point in hiding anything from her...

"And... my past? Why would you even care?"

Why would she want to know that? Would it mean anything to her?...

There was something Levin wasn't used to, people caring. And of all the things she could ask, why something as personal as my background?

Eirika slowed her playing, then replied.

"When I play this, I get so absorbed into it that I can't communicate verbally...

And why do I want to know your past...? If we're friends...then it helps to know a bit about the other..."

She glanced up at Levin and smiled faintly. It was hard to see in the dark...I need another light source...

"Yeah well... there's not much to tell. It's not like I'm a Team Leader or anything." he said, teasingly.

"But still... it's not that I don't trust you. But I do know it's not an interesting story... not a drama, not a dream. But mostly sad parts you don't need to listen to."

The candle wasn't much of a light source, as it was getting darker and darker in the cave.

"But I'm sorry if I interrupted... please, don't stop playing on my account."

That was something Levin had always been extremely scared of. As much as he disliked social contact, what he feared constantly was that his presence could be a nuisance to others in any way. As to why he feared being a bother so much, he couldn't tell, but he figured that he didn't want to disturb anyone the way other people used to disturb him; just a matter of principle, he constantly tried to convince himself. Yet it was nothing but another fear he was determined not to let anyone understand.

"You are no bother to my playing. I'm only playing softer so you can hear me...

I can tell you my history with the cello I play..."

She began playing happily for the first thirty seconds. Then, on the thirty-first, the playing turned from happy to sad and angry...for the next few moments, it stayed so. After that, it turned to rushed, confused, and hurried for about twenty seconds. Then, it turned slow and calm.

"The cheerful notes are the first twelve years of my life...all were happy childhood years. Then...when I was both thirteen and fourteen...two horrible things happened...then I left home, and from then up until the last few notes, I was confused and sad. Then...for the final year...the slow and calm ones..." she paused, then looked up at Levin.

"I already know what happened to your pokemon. But seeing as I don't want to recall bad moments, I'm just gonna ask... the last year. What happened? You joined Psyche, became a Leader?"

And is that any of your freaking business?.... I don't know. But she answers solely if she wants to. That much I know.

"Well... put it this way. My music goes angry and sad all the way up to some hours ago. That's all you'll be wanting to know..."

((Well, bed time. But you know the drill, please keep posting ))

((I have to start getting online earlier ))

"I know what you're saying..."

She held up a hand, creating a small ball of light. "These things are said to show the emotion of their creator...they also make a nice light source..." She raised the glowing ball until it tapped the ceiling, and it stayed there, nicely lighting up the room.

"The last year...It wasn't Psyche, I became their leader when I was nineteen..." she paused for a moment. "...You're what happened...I...can't figure it out..."

((You know what the problem is? GMT. It actually works here in Portugal, so the hour of my post is the actual hour over here. And I have school tomorrow. So it's really nothing you can do about it, assuming you live in the USA... I'm really in a hurry so I can't make a proper post, given the important occasion ... sorry, I'll reply tomorrow when I have more time))

((It's alright. I have school as well...but it's only six here...I hate time zones. And yes, I live in the eastern USA.))

I gotta save her, how, How about I try that telepathy. "Serra can you here me, I'm here to help you. I used to be part of midnight, but the way I've been treated has made me change a bit, I wasn't alowed to fight or do anything for a long time. Now, Do you want my help to return to psyche?" I hope she heard that.

Dave remains a room behind the battle trying to find what to do.

Eirika watched Levin, waiting for a reply. Her mind was still going at full speed.

What do I do now...what will he do...I wish I could see into the future, but that's not within my psychic area of expertise. It's a shame...then I would have been able to see this coming...but...then it wouldn't feel the same... She lowered her head, watching the floor for no apparent reason.

What with all that happened today...mainly Serra being shot...how can I feel like this? I should be out trying to help Serra--I have an odd feeling she needs it--but, yet, I feel I'm not wanted there...but...why?

((I've got an idea ^_^))

"Soud stop." Damean said as wiped the blood from his nose, "This ends here, no Pok

Still reeling from the Confusion attack, Sven muttered, "Alright, boss, if that's the way you want it to be." He returned his Snorlax, removing the impediment between the two foes. Sven then half staggered, half hurried over to Serra, and murmured in her ear, "Serra, I have no idea what's going to happen next, but I don't think it's going to be safe to stay here. You're in no shape to fight, you can barely even stand; you need rest, and if you stay here Magil'll just have to divide his attention to keep you safe. You want him to win, don't you? Well, your best chance of that is to get out of the way, so he doesn't have to hold back in any way, and so that he doesn't get distracted. Come with me, I'm sure that he'll be fine on his own." With this, Sven started towards the door.

Ghost nodded, and Hades appeared by his side with the cane. He took it silently, and looked at Magil with cold grey eyes. "It's always good to be brave, and noble, and take the fighting way out," Ghost said, backing away slowly, "but the smart ones - the survivors - know when to run."

And with that he turned around and ran out the only door. He paused for a second, once outside, and lifted his cane. "I can't have you following me, can I?" And he pulled the cane down. It had grabbed the foundations just above the doorway and broken them, causing a cave-in to fill the only exit to the room. "Goodbye, Damean. I doubt that I shall ever see you again."

((I don't like you.))

Serra gasped. Sven had left and she had refused to follow, then Ghost had done.. that.

"Damean, what do we do?" she whispered, kneeling on the floor. She was slowly recovering, but that wouldn't do her any good if they were trapped in here. She returned Sound to his Luxury Ball and watched Damean nervously, struggling to not show her fear.

"Damean... what do we do?"