#ca fragmentation

[Text] fuck! sort didn't have my phone!! [Text] I'm ok! really hungry

@psychic-mediocrity

Eventually they found lower ground with a brand new layout. The woodland ‘residents’ from before stopped chasing them long ago and now they found themselves climbing downward into an area that wasn’t surrounded by giant trees - who would’ve thought? Noboru thought there was no end to them, but now they wound up in a valley with far more flowers and plants than before. It was almost like a garden.

Still a little dazed from their previous encounter, he pulled the edge of his shirt up to his face and wiped the beads of sweat that pelted his face.

When he looked back at Zal, it was clear the color had drained from it the moment he realized something.

“Zal... if we haven’t found Davide by now, then there’s no way he’s still here.” Blast it. His cellphone battery died ages ago and it was useless now. Remembering the advice Doctor Gara gave, the words she relayed. Stressed enough as it were and no way willing to deal with whatever having metal would attract, the blonde chucked it outward and turned back to her. Tears were streaming down his face, his shoulders numb as he fought back the feelings.

They’d become too stressed--too angry to keep fighting it back. No matter how hard they tried, no matter how hard they swallowed it down, it always found a way to scrape itself to the surface and regain control.

Thank the unforgiving Gods they’d managed to crash into an alleyway, hiding themselves against knocked over trash cans, scraping dirtied, chewed up nails along reddening skin. Green veins bulged along their left arm, the first sign of their horrific transformation. It wasn’t long before everything else about them had contorted. Their voice, deepened, groaning, desperate to seek refuge from the tremendous amount of pain. It ends with a howl, something much similar to a war cry, but as a scream that rang along the streets of Hive City.

It’s words, unintelligible at best, an unholy language at worst, rumbled inside the alleyway as it stumbled and crashed against cold brick walls, breathing frantically.

The instant it finds it’s way back into the streets is the moment they scream at the first being whom became unlucky enough to catch it’s eyes.

“Watch out!!”

     The screeches of the city's latest grotesques inhabitants were suddenly matched with protestant cries of Lucas. Wherever the kid went a colorful show was sure to follow. With each wave of his hand striking array of lights flew and each step was light, swift; completely unlike his former PSI-less self.

     Unfathomable adrenaline cheered the boy on to test his sudden outbreak of power even further and the wraiths were ironically perfect and necessary targets. 

     As he fought on the gloom of situation became ever more apparent. How could this all be happening? The hellscape the city had become? His powers? These... These things?! None of it made sense. It was frustrating, angering, and yet the site of all these creatures pushed such thoughts to the back of his mind. He could mentally drag the scientists when all this was all over; for now he found himself running towards one of the horrid beasts; running on pure, unfortunately selfless, instinct.

     Soon he found himself between a stranger and a wraith. A rock and hard place so to say, and boy did he feel it. His concentration slowly drifted, his head began to throb ever so slightly. He fought too much too quickly. All he could do was shield himself and brace for his next attack. 

     His palm rose up to the quick creatures racing toward them and though his gaze remained forward his real attention was to the man at his back. Admittedly he had acted brashly, he had no idea who this was, what he was doing or if he had powers of his own yet he could not idly stand by, not if there was any chance, any chance of all, something bad could happen...

Sunny winced at the bubbling pain in his insides, the instantly recognizable call of hunger. Being in this city for so long really must have made him soft, if he’d forgotten the feeling while stripped of his powers and the desperate hunger that fueled them. He’d honestly rather not show this in polite society-- if there was any polite society left in the chaos. Better to just find some beast to curb his appetite. 

@disgracxd

The first step Scott took outside was to inspect the commotion that seemed to come from every direction, and now that he was out, he could definitely see why. 

He was about to head back inside when the crowd of people shifted, sending him off the sidewalk and down into the street where even more people seemed to panic. Okay. Not good. He doesn’t know where he is, and there’s monsters everywhere...he really hoped this was a dream. 

In fact, just to make sure, he turned to the nearest person with a wide eyed look on his features.

    Snap out of it! Go! GO! Stop shaking and RUN! Lupler cried out for Barry, but it was as if he didn’t even hear. Narrowing his eyes, the emperor pokémon leaped to his trainer’s rescue, his wings taking after a pavise shield as he scarcely avoided the sharp, filthy claws of the wraith.   Finally remembering how to breathe, Barry coughed violently and allowed the empoleon’s sleek wing to protectively shield him as he put himself back together. “Th--thank you, L--Lupler! Arceus, there’s so many of them! Their claws are ravaging everything! Please don’t let them touch you!”