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PostSubject: Perception   Fri Oct 13, 2017 3:29 pm

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The chateau had been a chore thus far, but Krikka knew from past experience that it was only going to get much worse. There she stood in front of the Ruined Passage, a specific section of the nonsensical building that was known for making even the rest of its structure look sane in comparison. It seemed to feel like being a normal hall on this day, but she wondered how long that would last. She knew not how the house worked, but she knew enough to recognize the infamous passage when she saw it even if it looked nothing like how it did in her first encounter with it. The truly was not looking forward to this part of the trip, especially since she didn't have any unwitting powerhouses to guide her this time around. It seemed she was the powerhouse now, at least compared to the individuals with her. It was supposed to be her job to do the protecting, which wasn't something she was happy about; and worse, she had gone and made things worse for herself by injuring both of them, one of which to the point of having to be carried.

She knew Goro no longer trusted her if he ever did in the first place, and Solus was unconscious. Odds were she would be getting no help if she got herself into any trouble; she couldn't recall the details, but she had dug herself into a hole and would have to work her way out of it. She would have considered turning back if not for her knowledge that "back" wasn't exactly a thing that existed in this place; unfortunately, her only option was forward. "Keep your guard up. This place is stupid," she spoke bitterly, quick and to the point without even making eye contact with the croagunk. Then without a moment's wait she started off down the hall, expecting Goro to follow her. He didn't have much of a choice at the moment, given his choices were to stick with the one capable of properly fending off all the ghosts and the apparent occasional psychic... or going off on his own and taking his chances. He was a brute, but Krikka doubted he was actually stupid enough to throw away all sense of self-preservation.

Solus was showing signs of life in the form of subtle movements and occasional noises, which had to be a good sign. Probably. The umbreon could only assume he wouldn't be happy about his condition when he finally woke up, but he'd just have to deal with it. At the moment, there were far more important things to worry about than the feelings of her allies... or herself, for that matter. She focused solely on the hall and tried to ignore the still-looming confusion regarding her own actions; she couldn't see any end to the path despite the light of candles running along the walls. There were no doors in sight either, leaving an empty hallway of indiscernible length to traverse. She knew that could change at any moment, but it was still a bit disheartening to see. She doubted moving forward at a faster pace would actually help to speed things along, so she kept her stride relatively low so as not to waste any energy. She had a lot of dead weight to carry anyway, which would have made running considerably more tasking than normal. She knew the big heap of buizel was burdening her by her own doing, but that wouldn't stop her from blaming him for it.

She wondered if Solus would stay with her after this... or Goro... or if they would both leave. Maybe she could regain their favor if she stayed true to her word and did what she had come here to do. Or maybe they'd leave, in which case why did she even care? It wasn't like she needed anyone else to help her; sure, the assistance was nice, but it was far from a requirement. She had managed just fine on her own before meeting either of them, and at least one of them wasn't useful for much more than entertainment. The more she thought about it, the more she decided her guilt and concern were misplaced, and the more those feelings faded away. If her two allies left her, it didn't matter; if they died, it didn't matter; if they decided to stay with her, good for them, but it still didn't matter. All she needed was herself, and all she needed to look out for was herself.

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PostSubject: Re: Perception   Thu Dec 28, 2017 6:11 pm

Krikka didn't actually expect too much from Goro, let alone Solus, but she was surprised at how well they reacted.  Despite the obstacle in their way making a pretty good sympathy case, and despite their "great" leader's constant failures, they were still sticking with her.  Maybe they just trusted her more than the total stranger, or perhaps they thought her more capable of protecting them, but either way, it was a relief to see they were still committed to what they had come here to do.  With Solus at one side and Goro at the other, it actually occurred to the umbreon for the first time that she had a team... or at least, she would if she played her cards right.  Sure, she knew the two were her allies and each followed her for their own reasons, but she was only just now beginning to experience the feeling of having a team by her side.  It made her confident, but more importantly, she suddenly didn't care so much about proving herself; they were sticking with her at her worst, and neither of them were going to like her either way, so what point was there?

She was... content.  They weren't quite friends, but for the first time, it actually seemed like the life she had chosen could give her what she longed for... whatever that was.  For once, she felt good, like she didn't need to prove anything to herself.  That was arguably more dangerous than her usual attitude.  She watched as Solus went forward to open the door, dismissing the froslass completely, and she couldn't help but feel satisfaction; this was a reminder of why she liked him, why she kept him around in the first place.  He was fearful and pathetic, but he was no coward, and he had quite the knack for rebellion.  His matter-of-fact statement that he was going to open the door just added to the show, serving well enough to make Krikka let go of her spite toward him.  When it wasn't directed at her, she loved his attitude.  He just needed to be taught how to use it properly, and after they were out of here, that was something she wanted to work on.  She was enjoying this display of behavior that mirrored her own will, so of course she was upset when it was put to a stop.

The bold little ghost continued her display of defiance, recoiling from the buizel for only a moment before suddenly thrusting her arms forward and knocking him off his feet as he neared.  It seemed almost like it physically pained her to "hit" someone, even though she obviously wasn't trying to actually hurt him.  "I'm sorry, I-I'm sorry!" she frantically stumbled over her own words trying to make her actions right, acting as if she had just stabbed him when she had really only pushed him over.  Unfortunately for her, Krikka agreed with her; she insulted and beat Solus on a daily basis, but seeing someone else do it...

She spoke without thinking: "No one... touches Solus... but me."

The froslass hesitated for a moment, her gaze turning to the umbreon's beating yellow eyes.  "Sol... lus?  I...-" Nevi muttered in confusion, picking up on the sudden change of name.  However, the increasingly apparent fact that she had been lied to seemed low on her list of priorities.  "If you're here to fight what's in there, you... you're clueless!  You'll summon it, then Giratina will take it and that's all!  The only thing you'll do is help it end the world!  This isn't something you can just fi-"

"Fine by me."  Playing pretend had clearly served its purpose, so Krikka was done.  Playing nice wasn't working, and the pest wasn't moving, so for once, it seemed like it was about time for her to just be herself.  The idling aura around her flared up with newfound intensity, a look of shallow annoyance on her face.  She was bothered by this froslass constantly interrupting and insistently arguing against her, but to her surprise, what she hated even more was how Solus had been pushed over.  He belonged to her, and no one would touch her property without her permission.

Nevi tried further to plead, but it did little good at this point; Krikka's ears may as well have been deaf.  "Look, I don't care who any of you are or why you're here, really.  Just don't do this, please.  You don't seem evil.  You have to know this is wrong," her eyes flitted to the croagunk for a moment, a mix of betrayal and lingering hope in her sad expression.  "Whatever brought you here, it's not too late to-"

Krikka loosed a highly charged shock wave fueled by her own desire to inflict harm.  That's what it was, really: a manifestation of one's own inner demons.  It worked so well for her because, usually, she was in tune with herself; she accepted and embraced the darkest parts of her.  She was always able to emit a more powerful pulse when she wasn't doubting herself with feeble emotions.  Her expression remained unchanged as she watched the wave of darkness wash over the froslass, who threw her arms up in an X-formation in front of her in some vain attempt to block it.  That wouldn't work, and Krikka knew it.  Solus would probably be thankful for her actions after he'd been shoved over, and Goro... would have to get over it.  He acted like he wanted to be such big, bad "tough guy," so if anything, he would thank her too for tearing the concept of emotional attachment out of him.  Best case scenario: he was just humoring the ghost for the sake of the guise and actually hated her as much as Krikka herself did.

She put her right leg forward and took a confident step without waiting for a response.  If they were her team, she didn't need to walk on eggshells with them.  She needed to be confident, and she would be.  They would follow her if she acted like a leader instead of the unsure child she had been thus far.  Neither of them were truly good inside; neither of them would care if she was evil or cruel.  All she needed to do was her job.

"You should have walked away."

The distinct voice of the froslass radiated through the black haze spreading out around the doorway.  She still sounded sad, but now it was... remorseful.  Suddenly, a blast of wind exploded from within the remnants of Krikka's dark energy, blowing it away and spreading throughout the room.  There wasn't much force behind this apparent attack, but it brought with it a rapid drop in temperature.  As she cut through the shroud around her, Nevi threw her arms back behind her and icy spikes surged over her exterior.  Within a moment, she had practically become a living blade, covered in spiked armor and topped off with large claws over her hands.  The coat of ice was pure to the point of transparency, shaping and spiking out in ways that complimented her appearance and retained her elegant form.  Upon her face was not anger, but dread.

Save for a pause and briefly widened eyes, Krikka gave no response.  A small fleck of ice fell upon her fur, then another.  She looked up at the ceiling to see... clouds... They were about to be in a hailstorm.

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PostSubject: Re: Perception   Thu Dec 28, 2017 7:40 pm

Goro was relieved, if anything, when Solus took the initiative and went to go open the door. He didn't expect Nevi to put up any sort of resistance, even if she was being uncharacteristically firm about all of this. Or maybe it wasn't so uncharacteristic - he'd only known the froslass for less than an hour. She seemed rather timid and passive, so he had simply assumed that she wouldn't have this amount of spine to her, but here she was standing up to Krikka, and by extension, him. He had aimed his stern glare on the ghost type, hoping she would take the hint and just back down, but she didn't seem interested in meeting his eyes. Instead, she remained where she floated, hovering in place with her arms outstretched while the buizel in front of her slowly approached. It was a rather tense moment. He hoped for and honestly expected an anticlimactic ending. The croagunk figured that Nevi would give up, maybe heave a sigh of exasperation or plead one last time before slinking off in defeat, floating through the floor the way she first came. Instead, Goro started in surprise as he actually witnessed the exact opposite of that.

Nevi recoiled only slightly from Solus upon his approach, before rearing forward and shoving the buizel over. Of course, she immediately began rapid firing off apologies, acting as if she had done something totally unforgivable. Really, though, she was far from the first thing to knock the weasel Pokémon off his feet in this haunted house. But Goro was very surprised that she'd actually done so. He didn't react at all, save for an impressed expression on his face after it occurred, but Krikka sure did. The croagunk's blood ran cold as her words registered to him; there went their little "cover", right along with the umbreon's patience and any remaining goodwill. Or, at least, any restraint she had. The girl probably didn't have an ounce of goodwill in her entire body. He knew, then, that there was going to be some kind of retaliation in order. It was one thing for Nevi to be grating and annoying while she helped them, but it was another thing to stand against Krikka and actually strike her pet. Goro had done the same thing once and he had suffered for it - granted, he was offered a way out. He wanted to hope Nevi would get the same, but a part of him knew better than to hope for such a thing by now.

Indeed, from there the situation spiraled into chaos. Goro wanted to jump into the conversation at some point, but between Krikka's matter-of-fact no-nonsense tone and Nevi's frustrated pleading, he hadn't a clue what to say or when to say it. All he was able to do was look on with a rising sense of panic and helplessness as Krikka's aura intensified and Nevi asked them once more to simply turn around and leave. She even met his eyes for a moment there, and he felt a biting disappointment and bitter frustration at her expression when she did. Of course, not even that was allowed to last for very long; Krikka had lost patience, and with it came a soaring pulse of dark energy tearing a path across the room. The croagunk watched as the energy attack crossed the distance between darkling and ghost and struck the latter dead-on, met only with a half-hearted attempt at blocking. Two of those had put him on his ass during his battle with the umbreon and he doubted that Nevi would be able to take them as well as he could. It was a shame because Goro had been very interested in the froslass, and he liked her quite a bit. But now she was an obstacle in Krikka's path, and if she wasn't down for the count already she was going to be soon. A defeated sigh escaped from him, his posture sinking in on itself. At least he hadn't been forced to pick a side in their fight; it was simply over before he even had a chance to. Hopefully, if the froslass survived this punishment, she would come to forgive him one day.

Next to him, Krikka stepped forward boldly. And what reason did she have not to? The only thing between her and her goal here was dealt with, hidden behind a swirling miasma of dark smoke left over from a super effective dark pulse attack. The only thing left for her to do was to cross the room, kick aside the possibly dead but hopefully just unconscious body of the fool girl who had challenged her, open the door and claim her prize. Whatever the fuck it even was. Goro was left feeling very sour about it - Nevi hadn't deserved this. She'd approached them wanting to make friends, agreed to help guide them, and had even saved them when Krikka's rashness put them in a dangerous situation.Then she had done what the thought was right to keep them from making another mistake, and the only thanks she got for it all was a half-assed one from him and a swift dark pulse from Krikka. Goro didn't move from his spot, clenching his fists at his side and staring at the spot where his almost-friend had been presumably struck down. He didn't know what he was going to do in the next thirty seconds. Did he go and make sure Nevi was okay? What if she wasn't? Did he go see her to safety or leave her as she was? He couldn't just walk past her, could he? There was no way she would be okay after a hit like that. Not her; as sweet and passive and bubbly as she was, he couldn't see it.

But he could hear her. Goro started once more in shock as he heard Nevi's soft, sad, remorseful voice from behind the dark smoke-screen. His head jerked upward and his eyes widened in surprise as he took in the sight in front of him. A strong gust of wind blew the cover away, revealing the froslass looking no worse for the wear. Goro had seen the attack make contact with her, and he knew she didn't use any kind of special move to block it. She'd... she'd tanked it. He watched in a continued stupified, shocked state and the gentle and friendly guide threw her arms back and grew a spiky armor of ice, complete with claws and all. She looked just as hauntingly pretty as before, but now there was a very clear image of razor-sharp lethality to her. Goro shivered. It was suddenly cold.

"You're strong, too." The words escaped from his gullet in a hushed, awed breath. Nevi was strong. The implications of this weren't lost on him; of course, she had to be strong to live in the chateau, but it just... hadn't occurred to him that she could be until now. But now things made sense. There was the reason that the other ghosts were content to obey Nevi, or at least negotiate with her in the gengar's case. She wasn't the shrinking violet that he'd taken her to be. While this was shaping up to be a very bad thing for Krikka, and by extension him, Goro couldn't help the grin that grew on his face. It was equal parts pleasant surprise, joy, and excitement. She wasn't going to just bow down and take whatever shit Krikka gave her. Of course, this meant that he was probably going to have to fight her since he had aligned himself with the umbreon in question, but now Nevi was strong. How strong, he didn't know, but he was all too eager to find out.

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PostSubject: Re: Perception   Mon Jan 01, 2018 3:42 pm

Solus had underestimated Nevi. From everything he had observed of the Ghost-type, he wouldn’t have ever guessed she’d dare commit a single act that could even remotely be considered violent. He’d thought she was the pinnacle of pacifists; he’d expected her to allow him to simply walk by and open the door, with only her continued protesting as a deterrent. But this assumption was clearly wrong. It took a moment longer than it probably should have for Solus to realise that it was Nevi that had sent him to the ground. When he did, he could only give the froslass a disappointed look.

This could have been easy. All she had to do was stand aside and let the inevitable happen. It would have saved time and spared Nevi from a fight she was certain to lose. But no, she had to make things more difficult. Now they’d have to waste time and energy dealing with the ghost so that they could finally get to summon an evil god or something and then finally leave. Without much hesitation, Nevi began to apologize for shoving him, but Solus didn’t think she was apologizing for the right thing. Solus had half a mind to shout at her—to inform her that she couldn’t actually stop Krikka from doing what she wanted—but he was halted by the sound of Krikka’s voice.

Krikka’s words caught Solus completely off guard. They really shouldn’t have, as the ideals behind the statement were very clear to Solus—Krikka had expressed the mentality more than once before. Yet still, it surprised him that she vocalised the thought out loud It managed to confuse Nevi as well, though for different reasons. The irony of Krikka being to one to break their cover did not go unnoticed by Solus—not that he was going to comment on it at this point. Nevi didn’t dwell on this for long before returning to her attempt to dissuade the group from continuing on their current course of action. Trouble was, her efforts were actually doing the opposite.

Solus was sure Krikka would only be further encouraged to pursue her goal if it meant making her even partially responsible for possibly ending the world. As for Solus, Nevi was giving Krikka’s plan legitimacy—any doubts he may have had were completely gone now. As one of Krikka’s Dark Pulses soared over him and into Nevi, his hopes of dealing with this peacefully were also gone. For a moment Solus was disoriented by the haze the impact created, but this cleared after a rush of frigid wind swept over him, leaving him shivering. When he looked back up at the ghost, she was armed and armoured with ice. It was quite intimidating from his prone position directly in front of her.

“F-f-fuck, Nevi, this c-could have b-been easy—” the cold was making him stutter, “We’d all have b-been better off if you’d-d j-just leave!”

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PostSubject: Re: Perception   Sat Jan 06, 2018 11:18 am

Krikka was visibly undeterred by the admittedly impressive display from the froslass; an attack that should have ended the conflict ended up doing the opposite, which should have been concerning, and it was... but she was determined.  No matter what it took, no matter how hard she had to try, she was going to get in that room and do whatever it was she had come here to do.  She still didn't know exactly what that was, but she planned to find out even if she had to go through a pest or two to get there.  She had not come so far just to turn around, no matter the reason.  She had no doubt she would get past this obstacle even if it was clearly a formidable foe.  As long as she actually used her head for a change and utilized the two allies at her disposal, this would be easy.  She had to believe it would be easy, to have unwavering faith in herself, because she needed to keep her own morale up for what was to come.  If she let herself look scared or slipped up due to any stray emotion, it would surely impact Solus and Goro as well; she was supposed to be leading them, after all.

It was easy for her to instill herself with blind confidence and avoid inviting fear into her, but resisting the influence of anger was proving to be more of a challenge.  Instead of just attacking, the froslass decided to speak once more: "Let me know when you want to quit."  The warning seemed so confident and condescending in nature, Krikka could feel the fur along her spine bristle in agitation.  She felt a light, fuzzy sensation in her head for a moment, smothering her senses and bringing out her natural desire to maim, but she restrained herself.  It had already been made clear that she wasn't strong enough to overpower this ghost, and at the same time there were issues such as her allies both having very limited means of attack.  Solus in specific could do nothing virtually nothing to faze a ghost and was already badly injured, which would surely make him a hindrance.  The umbreon's mind raced for a way to make use of him in this situation, but she could think of no task he could perform effectively.

Perhaps with time she could have thought of something, but alas, she was afforded no such luxury.  The opposing froslass' arms were pulled inward and wrapped around herself before being whipped out to either side in a violent motion, sending a violent wave of force through the falling flakes of hail.  This gust of wind spread forward throughout the room, carrying with it a subzero chill and hefty power.  Krikka made a futile attempt to counter the attack with a dark pulse; the wind devoured her darkness and washed over her, knocking her clean off her paws despite her best efforts to brace herself.  The majority of her fur was frozen stiff by the time she touched the floor, and she could feel the cold biting through her coat and biting into her skin.  Eyes shut tight, she was momentarily debilitated by the varying sources of discomfort.  All she could think about was how astoundingly strong this froslass was despite being a pathetic, cowardly nuisance.  She was losing to someone who could barely even muster the nerve to fight, and in fact, the display thus far could hardly have been called a fight.

In fury, Krikka threw herself off the ground... or rather, attempted to.  The pain and insecurities surging through her had overshadowed a concerning reality: she couldn't move.  It wasn't that she was entirely paralyzed, but rather, specific parts of her body seemed entirely unresponsive.  She opened her eyes and looked down at herself to see that a worryingly high portion of herself was covered in ice; she had instinctively turned to her left to shield her face from the blast, and the opposite side of her body was nearly entirely frozen; her fur was practically glued together, rendering her nearly motionless.  She had no idea how her allies fared in the aftermath of the attack, but she hoped they weren't as badly affected as her.  Still, she kept calm and tried to analyze the situation in search of a solution; the ice didn't seem thick, so she figured she could simply break it through sheer force if she tried hard enough.  That she did, straining every muscle in her body in an attempt to break the ice at her joints, but she was interrupted by a surge of pain.

It was all the egotistical vixen could do to restrain herself from sounding out her distress; she didn't want to give such an appearance of submission, and she certainly didn't want her allies to worry about her.  Still her eyes clamped shut once more while she grit her teeth under the pressure of this strange assault.  Her muscles locked up as the cold from the ice caressing her seemed to seep into every fiber of her being, practically attacking her soul.  She felt cold in a way beyond physical sensation; it was something vaguely familiar, but she couldn't quite pinpoint why.  It was unpleasant and she couldn't help but let out something between a moan and a growl at the feeling.

Still in front of the door stood Nevi, an ominous purple glow emanating from her right arm outstretched toward the umbreon.  This same glow seeped from the pale white frost coating the target, and she showed no intention of stopping willingly.


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PostSubject: Re: Perception   Sun Jan 07, 2018 6:45 am

It seemed that Nevi wasn't just powerful, but she was lippy, too! Instead of getting angry or incensed at the froslass' quip, Goro's grin widened, his excitement for the coming conflict only growing. This was definitely a pleasant surprise. The last thing he wanted to happen was for her to be struck down by Krikka, and some divine power seemed to take mercy on him because all of the sudden Nevi was not taking any shit. His heart had sunk whenever that first dark pulse made contact with the ghost, but now it was bursting with a mixture of joy and excitement. She was powerful, to be sure - to be able to shrug off a super effective attack like that... it just wasn't done unless you were just that much stronger than whoever attacked you. And she boasted skill, to boot; the croagunk would be lying if he said he wasn't equal parts intimidated and deeply impressed by the deadly and elegant ice armor adorning her. His interest in the ghost was only growing more and more. His hands tightened into curled fists, tension surging through him, his mind dominated by thoughts of Nevi and how she was about to resist them. Was she a long-range fighter, or was that armor not just show? Did she plan on swooping in and cutting them to ribbons, or was it just a deterrent for any moron who thought he'd swing at a sharp ice monster? He didn't know, but he sure as hell planned to find out.

Goro had the distinct thought of breaking off from his position at Krikka's side and perhaps moving to flank or even just dash at the froslass, but once again she surprised the lot of them. Before he could say or do anything, Nevi brought her arms in and hugged herself briefly, before whipping them out in a reverse motion. He couldn't quite see the attack itself, but judging from the rapidly sweeping flakes in the air, she had sent some kind of air-wave at them - Krikka, at his side, evidently came to a similar conclusion and thought to counter with a dark pulse. It was fortunate that he was still beside her, as she would be covering for him in this instance as well. Goro relaxed for just an instant as the umbreon's shockwave shot forward at Nevi's attack, and he immediately regretted it as it was instantly overcome. Darkness evaporated and frost dominated as Nevi's blizzard swept through it, an incredible unseen force crashing into both Goro and the vixen at his side. The frog Pokémon was flung bodily backward by the attack, a bone-deep chill settling over him, the coldness biting in a way that was distinctly unnatural. He landed hard on his back, head knocking backward onto the floor, spread-eagle on the ground a ways behind Krikka. The croagunk lay there for more than just one moment, eyes shut tight in surprise and pain.  His chest was suddenly devoid of air - the wind had been knocked out of him. Sucking in several desperate breaths, Goro grimaced as the chill in the air spread through him from within - what a fucking start to a fight.

He rolled over onto his stomach, limbs shaking and body shivering, coldness burning through him in a way that he'd never before experienced. Somehow, he was able to bring his hands underneath him, pushing up off the ground. It seemed he was correct - Nevi was damn strong. As the croagunk groggily pushed himself to his feet, his back to his leader and opponent, he decided that he hated the cold. It was just his luck that Nevi turned out to be a long-range fighter, too. Not only did she have that weird ass blizzard attack, but it was damn strong. Even Krikka's dark pulse from earlier, during her little episode, didn't quite compare to the force to that. Turning back to take in the scene behind him, it dimly occurred to Goro that he could see his shaky breath leaving his mouth - it was fucking cold all of the sudden. Krikka hadn't been pushed back quite as far as he was, but it seemed she was worse off regardless - she appeared to be in quite dire straights. The umbreon was all but half-frozen, her face locked in a tight expression of pain as... something was being done to her - it was hard to tell. His gaze traveled from her to their opponent, and it was then that it dawned; Nevi was still attacking. The froslass' arm was pointed at his leader, glowing an alarmingly mean shade of purple. It looked distinctly ghastly in nature, and Goro didn't like it.

Against a ghost of this power level, Krikka was their saving grace. Goro could probably punch Nevi, sure, but it was more likely that she would turn him into an icicle before he got close to her. But there was no helping it in this instance; he didn't think Solus could do anything to her, and Krikka was busy getting hurt. His mind made up, Goro surged forward - although, with quite a bit of a slow start. He actually stumbled forward, the bone-deep chill in his body clearly having some kind of effect on him, before getting a hold of himself and running forward. He didn't rush directly at Nevi; rather, he approached her from an angle, so that he'd be attacking her side while she was staring forward at Krikka. It was entirely likely that she would notice and intercept his approach, but the important thing here was getting her attention off of Krikka. Still, for good measure, his fists flared a dull silver hue as he closed the distance between him and his opponent - if he did get close, he was all too prepared to let his fists fly and test the durability of her fancy ass ice armor. Bullet punches seemed like the best weapon in this instance - he didn't intend on playing defense this whole fight, and he'd probably need the extra speed to beat her to the punch.

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PostSubject: Re: Perception   Thu Jan 11, 2018 1:45 pm

Nevi seemed to more or less ignore Solus’s pseudo plea for peace. She announced to the room that she’d grant mercy upon request with a tone that sounded so condescending that Solus was sure Krikka wouldn’t take the offer even if her life literally depended on it. The froslass followed up the announcement with an attack that shunted Solus across the floor away from her. If the raw force of the attack wasn’t enough, the biting cold brought with it a pain that overcame all the other aches he’d been experiencing just before it. When he eventually came to a stop, Solus found he could barely move. This paralysis-like experience wasn’t from pain, though.

Solus’s ability—Water Veil—protected him from burns, but was quite the opposite of helpful when faced with frigid, subzero air. His fur was frozen solid, making it difficult to move at all. To make matters even worse, he had instinctually closed his eyes when the blast of air hit him, thus rendered him temporarily blind. He wasn't sure where he or anyone else was in the room now, nor did he know the conditions his allies were in. He was effectively incapacitated. Although it wasn't likely he was going to be much help fighting Nevi in the first place, he was potentially a hindrance in this state. He tried to bring himself to a standing position but faltered, falling totally prone. Every movement brought with it both numb pain and the snapping of his frozen coat. He could feel the impact of small pieces of ice falling from above and landing on his back—Hail.

He had dramatically underestimated everything about Nevi. Whatever it was on the other side of that door was apparently so dangerous that the froslass was willing to destroy her new friends to keep them away from it. Solus was tired, he was hurt and, in all honesty, he had just wanted to leave the Chateau before things could get any worse. But now that Nevi was the only thing standing between them and their goal, all Solus wanted to do was beat the annoying and stubborn ghost to the ground so they could finish their mission. The pain of the cold served as encouragement to this goal. But Solus could barely move, couldn’t see, and even if he could he didn’t have an effective means of attack. One problem at a time... He began to flex parts of his body in an effort to regain some movement.

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PostSubject: Re: Perception   Tue Jan 16, 2018 5:13 pm

It didn't take Nevi long to notice the croagunk's movements; despite her focus on Krikka, she had her attention well-divided.  However, rather than react immediately with an attack, she simply ignored him and kept her arm outstretched toward the umbreon.  She waited until nearly the last second to respond to the oncoming hit, but she was soon forced to release her primary target to do so.  The falling hail began to swirl around her, creating a haze of ice that served to partially obscure her figure from view.  She glanced toward the oncoming croagunk before thrusting herself backward through the air, sidestepping him just as he neared and leaving him to run right through the whirling collection of hail.

Fortunately, Krikka was left with respite in the abrupt interruption of the froslass' attack.  It took a moment for the pain to die down enough for her muscles to start responding to her, but when she could finally move, the ice around her began cracking almost instantly.  The glaze over her frozen coat practically crumbled when the thicker portions of ice on her body suddenly shattered.  She huffed and threw herself up off the ground in ignorance of whatever damage may have been done to her.  She was annoyed, certainly, but for once she wasn't going to let it get the best of her.  Her aura flickered back to life and an emission of darkness blasted out from her the second she locked onto the foe, this one taking up a smaller area to ensure she didn't hit Goro by accident.  Her body blazed with this foreboding blackness, complimenting her infuriated demeanor.  This attack was fueled by her own negativity, and at the moment, she had more than enough of that to fuel it.

An unattentive Nevi failed to notice this, too distracted by the croagunk she had been faced with.  "Please, stop!" her voice took on an ethereal echo as she pleaded for him to surrender, and somehow, she managed to appear even more pathetic than before.  "You don't want to fight me.  You want to help me-"  The sudden blast of darkness struck her mid-sentence, this one knocking her back against the wall and sending cracks through her armor.  Still mostly unfazed, she pulled her arms in toward herself in preparation to loose another wave of wind and blow away the lingering aftermath of the dark pulse.  Her reaction time was fast, but not fast enough.

Krikka didn't miss a beat; now that her fur was mostly freed, it was already practically soaked in poison, and without hesitation she spun and flung a spray of the fluid from her tail at the froslass.  This attack was let out in a wider arc since she didn't have to worry about it hurting Goro, and it hit the intended target dead-on.  Most of the poison froze on contact with Nevi's armor, but with its damaged state there was some that managed to get through.  The unexpected spritzing made her hesitate in confusion, and before she could even realize what happened, Krikka sent another dark shockwave her way.  Still masked in the lingering energy from the last, the froslass failed to register the oncoming followup and was left with her guard down as it smacked into her.  There was the distinct sound of ice shattering from within the dusky cloud.

Without waiting for the haze to clear so she could see the damage, Krikka suddenly grabbed her bag by the strap and spun, whipping it toward Solus before releasing and sending it flying in his direction.  He was frozen and she could see that, so she hoped the impact would help break him free without hurting him too much.  Beyond that, she actually wanted him to hold onto the bag so he could make himself useful; she needed to focus on actually fighting while he needed some way to contribute.  "Solus, use whatever you see fit!" she spoke before snapping back to the doorway shrouded in darkness.  Visibility slowly returned to reveal... nothing.  There were broken bits of ice spread across the floor in the area, but no signs of the froslass.  The hail was beginning to restrict Krikka's sight - her species was built to see in the dark, not blizzards - but she could still see the environment clearly enough to note the distinct lack of an opponent to fight.  She absently stepped back, assuming it to be some kind of trick... and she was right.

Unfortunately, beyond that, Krikka's ability to foresee what would happen next was sorely lacking.  She gasped in surprise as Nevi suddenly flew through the floor below, slamming into her underbelly hard enough to take her breath away.  She was knocked off the ground and felt the froslass' arms wrap around her, carrying her further into the air, twirling her around and pulling her in close.  She was reminded of her initial meeting with the creature, but this was a bit different in that she was now actually being attacked.  Just like before, she instinctively pushed her paws against the froslass in an attempt to free herself, but the foe's vice-grip around her was more than she could fight against.  She turned her head to the left to avoid butting heads with the froslass as she was pulled in closer, and much to her dismay, she felt the thing's lips press against her right cheek.  For a moment she was stunned and silent, wide-eyed at the unexpected... gesture.  She felt a stinging sensation in the side of her face followed by a building weakness in the rest of her body, then she knew.

Krikka's energy was being sapped away, and she was too surprised and flustered by the means of attack to react.  Nevi's armor was gone, but the idea of attacking was lost on Krikka, at least for the moment.


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