[RAID] Stag Party

[Shawn Darrow]

As they neared the jet, Haunter looked over to hear a Growlithe talking to him.

he said,

Grateful for the Fire-type's help, as he couldn't attack very easily with his claws full, the ghost pressed on. Eventually they reached their goal and the Poison and Ghost-type went back to help Claire with the others, including Clancy and Lex, who seemed to be in particularly bad shape.

With Maki and other Rocket pokemon keeping the wild ones at bay, they finally and miraculously seemed to get everyone safe inside. It was then that the Haunter went back to being invisible and hovered over Shadow, regarding the boy's bleeding head. The grunt had yet to wake up from his injury, but at least he was breathing and his heart was still beating.

Eris giggled at Clancy's words when she brought up the rear. Having been too preoccupied devouring all the delicious negative emotions from pokemon and humans alike, she hadn't bothered to help the Rockets. Not like she felt she could have done much. she said, watching him with amusement.

The Haunter, having noticed another Rocket that was horribly hurt, floated over to KO when Claire dragged him on. He stared in befuddlement. Was the man...dead? No, he couldn't be. No one was supposed to die on this mission! Hadn't this been the guy who'd just captured the legendary?

the ghost started yelling.  

[Magician Arcana]

Adam breathed in labored gasps, lying against the cool metal of the planes belly. Beside him Maki and Flicker watched. His right arm was broken or fractured, his left leg was broken and bleeding, and there was something very wrong with his chest. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to not breathe. Right now, it hurt just to live and stay awake. But he did it. One solitary thought kept the grunt in a dazed state between unconsciousness and consciousness.

Being on the ground, he heard the cough. Adam tried to focus his eyes, lolling his head to one side. There was another shape (lump?) on the ground. Another one and there was a warm something against him. It was Maki. No wait a second. Maki was lying on the opposite side of where this warmth was emanating from. Adam squinted and pieces of the lump came into focus. A rangers outfit he recognized. "KO!" the grunt rasped, as Maki barked sharply to get their attention to the dying (dead?) Rocket.

Adam would have expended more energy in worry and panic, but his mind faded away into welcome darkness. Time to rest.  

[TawnyAngel]

Well that had been an unpleasant end to the whole affair.

As the wounded Rockets were hauled aboard Frost directed Skiron and Persephone to help keep the horde of angry wild pokemon back, keeping himself out of the way and taking stock of his injuries. The sum total was a few cuts from the Blizzard in the tunnel, more from the talons of the Staravia, and some sore patches that would doubtless become impressive bruises. Compared to some however he had got off quite lightly, a fact he attributed as much to fortune as to skill.

Now, perhaps he could get out of these filthy clothes and-



"Humm?" Frost looked down at Skiron and then over at where the injured Rockets were lying. "Ah." That did not look good. Shifting through the crowded vessel - even more crowded now there were three Kalos Rockets here - Frost hunkered down to take the pokeballs from KO's belt. There were five of them, whoever had returned it must still have the one belonging to his Arcanine.

"These are numbered," he said aloud, "one, two, four, seven, and eight. Which one is the Raichu? I think I only saw four of his pokemon, I would not wish to let something large out in here by mistake." The red-haired man on the floor did not appear to be breathing, his eyes were staring blankly, and his chest was soaked with blood. Mmmh, was there any point to this exercise? Frost suspected that this was one of those things he ought not to wonder aloud.  

[Shaddaling]

Possibly the only reason Lex had made it to the Jet was from releasing not one but all his pokemon out. Glit was a battered crutch, the grass type supporting her near unconscious trainer as they staggered into the plane and deposited him a bit away.

Grimlock panted, smoke trickling out of the fire types jaw, fur matted and bloody and Sideways was not much better, favoring a front leg. Howlback had fared a bit better, having less opponents to batter out of her way, body scratched and fangs bloody, and Spins had a crush leg though it seem not to be bothering the Ariados.

The only one that truly seemed untouched was the Porygon-z who seemed more interested in hiding then causing trouble.

Lex breathed shallowly, bloody, poisoned, and arm hanging at an unnatural angle. While not unconscious he couldn’t see, vision a tunnel of spots ad sharp colors and the roar of blood in his ears and it hurt to breath, multiple poison barbs lining a leg, causing a bad rash and leaving him hot to touch.