This is War(privet rp)

[Saphira344]

Aquaheart blinked"thats not fair"she asked

[Whistle.Concert]

"It's not.." Piers stopped eating for a little bit, closing his eyes. "I don't know what I did wrong.."

[Saphira344]

"maybe i can ask cosmo"Aquaheart offed.

[Whistle.Concert]

Piers shook his head. "...He doesn't know I got out.."

[Saphira344]

Aquaheart snorted"just let him try and take you away"she comnted

[Whistle.Concert]

Piers shook his head.

[Saphira344]

Aquaheart snorted"iam a lendary"she comnted


(iam wating for dg after this post)

[Dragon Gal]

It's... that... don't care... recognise him... take him... base and... he's Aqua... Not pretty. Trainer's... for... pokemon... wandered... Aqua... The Trainer winced as the rest of the words were cut off by static. "The hell?" he muttered. The boy was Aqua?
Why would he be in a Magma hoodie? He'd been in Aqua before going Rogue. He knew how far against the rules that was. It was sacrilege to be in the other Team's uniform! Maybe the boy was a runaway, too... He glanced at the child, asleep in the other Rogue's arms, and almost saw himself.
"Fine." The boy wasn't Magma, but he needed medical supplies, and fast. That pickpocket had better stock himself up good.

He'd finally gotten a chance to see Jon, after the boss and his Ninetails had left the infirmary. In a huff, as usual. He sat in silent vigil over his friends' cooling body, thinking, and dwelling in his anger. The Ninetails had been horrible to them. And it wasn't just now, that always happened. She had no respect for humans, and the boss didn't seem to care much, either. He wondered so many times why it was that he stayed here.
Because what's the other alternative? Become a Rogue and starve? Try and join Magma, and risk being killed just for my uniform? Maybe that was a better choice... There'd been another grunt here once; they'd gotten along well, been friends. Only, he'd gotten sick of this place, and actually had the courage to leave. He'd taken up his Pokemon, burnt his uniforms, and walked out of the base in the only clothes he had left. That had been a year ago. Was he still alive?
His friends were leaving, or dying around him. Was there really a reason to stay?

[Whistle.Concert]

Kaiba sat on one of the beds, shaking a little after that ordeal. He may act like he didn't care, but if anything happened to the infirmary, he'd have no idea what he'd do. The infirmary was the lifeblood of the base, it was needed.
"Everyone would die of infection and disease if it wasn't for this place.." The Lucario spat bitterly, talking to himself, though not really caring if anyone else were to pay attention. "But yet the higher ups care so little about our work."

The Lucario looked up as a ghostly presence entered the infirmary, but relaxed when he saw Mariah's frosslass. The Pokemon must of been coming to pay it's respects as well, that wasn't exactly unusual.

~
Mia slowly made her way into her trainer's room, wondering what Mariah was doing right now. She hadn't been expecting tears or much emotion at all, and let out a small sigh of relief when she was her trainer working busily. She was sitting on the floor, surrounded by origami flowers and birds.
The Glaceon took a apprehensive step inside, nose twitching as she spied all the little paper bits and bobs on the floor. Were these decorations for the funeral?

[Dragon Gal]

He looked up and nodded to the Froslass. He'd heard what the Lucario had said, too. It sounded just as bitter as he felt. Maybe... if it would come with him, he knew he could survive. But it was a medical Pokemon; it'd never leave. Or even if it would, the doctor wouldn't, and it wouldn't leave him. He sighed as he rose from his chair. He was late for his duties. Not that he really cared; it didn't matter to him anymore. He chewed on his lip as he walked the halls. Was there anyone he could say this to, without raising alarm bells?