This is War(privet rp)

[Dragon Gal]

He was shaking; he could feel it. He had to be strong, couldn't show how upset he was over Jon's death, how hard Kaiba's words had hit. He had to be a stone. He was Aqua; that was how he was supposed to act. But it was so hard when there was no break, when he was always pretending.
I can't keep doing this.
"Mariah..."
He was at her door. The word should have been commanding; a summons. Instead, it came out as barely more than a murmur. He was just too tired, too upset, to speak any louder, even to call out for his best friend. He slumped against the door, trying not to fall apart completely.

"I can carry her," the pickpocket answered softly, looking down at the girl, wondering if she was awake. He couldn't really tell, but he had a feeling she was, if only barely. "She's light enough." Too light.
He placed a hand gently on the birds' back, smiling gently. "Don't be too harsh. You flew her here, hm?"
He'd always been very good at reading a person's inner thoughts, and he knew the old bird was berating herself over something. Probably the semi-concious girl in his arms.

"She'll be fine," Justin told Achan, walking next to him, Pyre's ball in both hands. He probably didn't need to say anything, but he didn't want the Pikachu to cause a scene. Not when they were on their own, with people they didn't know, in a place they didn't know. That would not be good at all.

"No, it would not be wise," the Misdreavous agreed. Her Trainer knew this and would not offer a place to the Pokemon. The electrician, however, had a good heart, and would offer all the help it was in his power to give. "You are welcome to stay with us. However, you will be expected to earn your keep, by hunting for both yourself and the humans, as I'm sure you were expected to do with your own Trainer."
She bowed her head for a moment before continuing. "However, if you choose to wait here until the ends of time, I admire your loyalty- blind as it may be."

[Whistle.Concert]

Mariah sat on the floor, hands busily folding paper again and again. Her fingers were starting to blister from the constant folding, and her hands were covered in paper cuts, but she was completely and utterly focused in her work.
How she would have loved to give him real flowers for this funeral, but they were all sure there were none left, so these cheap paper imitations were all he would get.
She looked up, momentarily distracted from her folding at the voice of her friend, barely audible. She just smiled, before responding. "Come in. Mind the origami..."

~
Pidget gave a small nod. "The infirmary is just down the hall. We were not very far..Room marked with a red cross. I assume you are faster than me?"
She gave a rather wry smile. "The Magma boy that was with you should already be there."

Achan scowled, looking at Justin, not really believing him. His old trainer had said she was fine, and then she hadn't woken up. The Pikachu said nothing, however, continuing to walk.

~
The Ninetales nodded. "I was rather good at earning my keep." He responded. "Which is why I am not sure why my trainer wanted me to stay behind.."
The kitsune Pokemon gave a small frown, before standing up. "I do not know what to do...I want to stay, but I know it is fatuous to do so..."

[Dragon Gal]

The flowers...
He spent a few more moments leaning on the door, trying to work up the strength to open the door, to face her. Then sighed and pressed the button to open the automated doors, stepping into the clutter of Mariah's room. There were origami flowers everywhere, as well as coloured sheets of paper, ready to be folded. Mariah herself sat kneeling in the centre of the room, a sea of paper around her.
His strength had deserted him. He knelt behind her, noticing an aqua square of paper next to him. He worked in silence for a minute, the paper transforming into a crane in his hands. How long had it been since he'd made these? One thousand cranes for a single wish... It had been when he lost faith in wishes themselves.

Free reign- however briefly- of the Magma base? If the situation hadn't turned so solemn, he would've been happier. As it was, he nodded and headed past the Pidgeot, trying to make sure the girl's Pokemon were in tow. The Treecko at least seemed capable; he figured it'd make it's way after them.

Justin didn't miss the scowl. "Achan... she'll... she'll be okay." He tried to sound confident for the little Pikachu, but his Trainers health fluctuated so much that he really couldn't be sure anymore. Still, if she accepted help from a Team, and then actually got that help, unlike last time, she had a much better chance. He repeated the phrase again, more to convince himself. "She'll be okay."

"You don't know... do you? Kitsune, I believe your Trainer has released you. Perhaps you were told to wait in order to make sure you didn't follow him... I believe he is not coming back. I agree, I could be wrong, but... you must make a decision, kitsune. What do you want to do? Follow us, or search for your Trainer and closure. Or remain here and perish." She turned away, heading back to her Trainer. "The choice is yours."

[Whistle.Concert]

Mariah half-watched him, focusing on turning a square of red paper into yet another origami flower. She did not wince as the sharp edge of the paper gave her another paper cut, blemishing her otherwise-smooth hands. She took so much time in watching her appearance, yet right now her looks did not matter. She may have looked vulnerable, but she would not remain that way for long. Once this job was done, she would go back to working on her duties as a grunt. Anything to distract herself from thinking about the upcoming funeral.

~
"Ashee's always so tired..." Achan replied, tail sparking as it lay against the ground, his ears flicking back. He really didn't like the way his trainer's health seemed to change so rapidly. With his last trainer, it had been a steady decline that he had been oblivious to...But now...

~
The Ninetales took one last look over the horizon, before following the ghost Pokemon, his steps silent, as if he was not touching the ground. "In that case, I will travel with you, even if only for a short time. I will earn my keep if able.."

[Dragon Gal]

He noticed. He crawled his way over to her, careful to avoid the paper flowers littering the floor. He'd already put the crane in a corner to the side, hoping she'd know it was meant for her, not her late partner. "Mariah."
He took the paper flower from her hands, tried to turn her to face him. "Stop. Just... stop."

Justin nodded. "She is tired a lot. She doesn't get very much sleep most of the time. But we're safe here." At least, as safe as they could be in the Magma base. "She can sleep for a while, and hopefully feel better once she does. Okay?"
He stopped, staring at the Pikachu awkwardly. "I know it's hard. It reminds you of your Trainer, doesn't it? But we can help Ashley, and we're going to. That's one thing Magma's good for- at least they'll help Rogues, too. She'll be okay."

She was leading it back to them? The Trainer cocked his head to the side, wondering what his Misdreavous was up to. Seemed like she'd offered it a place in the group, at least for now. He would've liked to be told that first, but no changing it now.
"They're coming back," the electrician observed, angling himself so that Roy could also see the approaching Pokemon. "I guess we have another ally."

[Whistle.Concert]

"I can't stop." Mariah responded, looking into her friends' face, her eyes wide with desperation. "Keeping my hands busy keeps my mind busy. This is helping."

~
Achan nodded. "Okay.." He responded, before starting to walk again. Had he made AShley sick when he made her look over the edge when they were in the air?
It was his fault, wasn't it...

~
Roy looked up, seeing the Ninetales and frowning. "It looks like Snow." He responded. "Though it seems more...Not as bratty?"

[Saphira344]

(where is snow and iam sorry but I haven't much of a clue whats going on anymore DX)
Scorp sighed watching the earth fly past as she dug, she had been looking forward to showing her kids this, but now they never would know the joy of tunneling underground.

[Whistle.Concert]

((OOC: Snow's Pokeball is currently with DG's 'pickpocket 'in the Magma base.))

[Saphira344]

(ah lol I miss rping her now she was fun)

[Dragon Gal]

(OOC: Maybe Roy will let her out once the groups join up. The rogues were going to, but then stuff happened and they forgot about her. Yeah, the pickpocket doesn't even remember he has her at the moment. By the way, they're in the Magma base, so feel free to join in with some Magma characters, or just Magma NPCs)

"It's hurting you. Just look at your hands. Mariah, please. You need to stop." He sighed. "At least, just for a few minutes." He could feel himself start to tremble again as he searched through his pocket for Jon's pokeball. Why did this have to be so hard? Why did Jon have to go and die? Why did Mariah have to be so focused on work? Sometimes, he just wanted to hold her and cry...
"I... I have something for you," he whispered.

The pickpocket had found an empty bed, and gently lay the teenager down. He smiled slightly as she made a brief noise. So she was awake. He paused for a few more seconds, then sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, wondering what on earth he was meant to do now. Split up from his comrades and in a Team base? Yeah, this hadn't been the best of his plans, had it?
Still, he kind of wanted to make sure the girl was okay...

"I don't know Snow, kid," the electrician answered. "But how can you tell the Ninetales isn't bratty? It's still at least a hundred metres away. You haven't met it. Maybe it's exactly like Snow, hmm?"
The Trainer held his hand up to his Misdreavous, smiling when it floated over to him. "Good girl, Mis."