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Lunaro let out a light laugh as Damien blew out a plume of fire. "You should probably keep a few Rawst berries handy until you're used to it." She grinned. "But it seems that you caught onto the things I told Bracken in a quick manner."
She scanned over the Gallade, making sure there weren't any strange deformities from his transformation. "Looks like your body adapted really well. I wouldn't be surprised if this starting type was one that was meant to be for you!" She chuckled once more.

((Whoops, Mr Miner, you were accepted. Sorry about that. ^_^; )

Blazeheart fell from a tree, and cried out in pain. He got up, and wandered around, bumping into lunaro "Oh, i didn't see you there! What is your name, and who are you?"

Crystal looked at Bracken and shrugged. "Sure and just so you know there's a Latias, a Glameow, a Gallade and Poocheyena who's the leader. If you have any problems with any of those pokemon then don't follow," she said calmly. She turned around and nudged Bracken who had been dead quiet this whole time. "Come on," she said and started walking back from where she came from not wanting to float.

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"I don't have any problems at all," Uriel said, falling into step behind the two. A Poochyena, a Poochyena... I think I remember a Pokemon like that, but I can't recall her name. As he thought, he looked over at the Treecko and suddenly furrowed his brow. Something... something was nagging him at the back of his mind, but he couldn't put his hoof on exactly what.

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As Bracken walked, he felt the Keldeo's gaze on the back of his head. He turned around and Uriel abruptly looked away.

"Sorry," he said. "I just never caught your names."

"I'm Bracken," the Treecko said. "And this is Crystal." Uriel nodded in understanding and Bracken suddenly realized how uneven his walking was. Gee, he wasn't kidding about being in a bad fight, he thought, forcing himself to look back in front of him. I wonder what happened.

Lunaro blinked down at the little Torchic who had appeared. She dipped her head to the Fire type. "My name is Lunaro. I'm the leader of the Chrystanigh. Who might you be?"

In her Psychic type state, Lunaro could sense the others around her, especially Damian and the Latias, who were radiating a great amount of Psychic energy. That was, however, expected. They were Psychic types after all. Her eyes were half-closed as she listened to the Pokemon around her, yet she was reaching out for others as well.
A few Pidgeys were perched in one tree, chattering about something. She couldn't quite tell what.
Oh? Was that Bracken and Crystal? The Poochyena focused a little more, recognizing Crystal's life signature, along with the ghostly aura around her. She must be in her Ghost type form.
A Treecko walked next to her, draconic wings perched upon his back. Yes, that was Bracken.

...Who was that behind them?
Lunaro instincvely leaned in the trio's direction, trying to get a better signal from the mysterious Pokemon. She had seen a Pokemon like this before. It was a Keldeo, who seemed to be walking with a slight limp.
He seemed familiar...
There had been so many in the camp she had lived in, it had been hard to distinguish all of the Pokemon. Not to mention, there were plenty of other camps spread across the region that had been obliterated.

Wait.
He did seem familiar, although not in a huge way. Had she seen him around? How had anyone survived...?
Lunaro had given up any hope of seeing survivors, yet here this Keldeo was, pulsating a huge amount of Chrystanigh energy that had not yet been unlocked. Had he even officially started his apprenticeship? Was he too young at the time? No, the event only happened a few weeks ago...Or was it a month? Regardless, it wasn't that long ago.

((I adjusted the story to better fit any survivors, since Freeze has one (Which I approved of) and I plan to bring another in. C: Not a big issue, but I thought I would let you guys know. Not a huge adjustment, but it's there.))

Crystal turned her head and saw how uneven his walking was and almost felt bad for him. She turned back and saw where they had been earlier and where everyone else was. She smiled at Lunaro and said, "Hey Lunaro, we found someone else who seemed interested in joining." She walked over and switched herself back to her normal form. She sat down and scratch behind her ear gently. She looked over to the dragon Gallade and over to the dragon Treecko. "Looks like you have some competition," she said while giggling.

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Bella sensed a new person coming and once she saw the Keledo she turned invisible. She saw him limping and gasped making a bell sound. She spoke to him in his head, "Oh my gosh, are you alright. You shouldn't be walking on a hurt leg like that you need to be careful." She came closer to him to see how bad his leg was and became visible while coming over. She made another Bell noise and went over his head to look at any other wounds he might have.

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"Competition...?" Bracken echoed, looking over at Damian. He had never thought about it that way before, but now that Crystal mentioned it, the way the Gallade seemed so comfortable in his new form did make him a bit jealous.

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Reaching the clearing where the other Chrystanigh were, Uriel finally let himself collapse to the ground. He looked up as a voice entered his mind, fretting over his condition. He had been able to get a split second glance of something that had disappeared a moment later, so he figured that must be who it was.

Uriel just grunted in response. It was funny; having someone be so concerned about him seemed to make all his cuts and bruises feel worse somehow.

Blazeheart looked at the pokemon in front of him.... whoever the pokemon was "My name is blazeheart, and i am looking for the Chrystanigh... Do you know where they might be?"

Lunaro opened her eyes to look back at the Torchic who called himself Blazeheart. "Why, we are right here. Or at least, what's left of the Chrystanigh. As far as I know, I was the only survivor. But I'm trying to rebuild them. I assume you've heard of us?"
The Poochyena gave Crystal and Bracken a bark, welcoming the two back. She let out a snicker when Crystal suggested that Bracken had some competition, but he smile dropped when she spotted the Keldeo. He looked terribly injured.
Lunaro picked herself up and slowly walked up to him. He did seem familiar. Where had she seen him?

She shoved the thought out of her mind. There couldn't have been any survivors. Besides, this Keldeo was hurt. She needed to help him.
"You look like a mess." She commented, stopping a foot in front of him. She vaguely remembered she was still a magenta colour, but this form was needed to properly heal the Water / Fighting type.
"I can rid you of your injuries. Would you mind if I did?"

Blazeheart followed lunaro in amazement "You.... You guys are the famous Chrystinigh? I've always wanted to become one, myself! I came a long way to find you, and i hope to learn as many types as i can"

Uriel looked up at the Poochyena. "I wouldn't mind at all," he replied. He tilted his head slightly; being able to see her jogged his memory a bit, but when he tried to remember her name all that came to him was a picture of a moonlit night. Was her name Moon or something? he wondered, frustrated that he couldn't recall.

Lunaro blinked down at the Torchic, smiling at his enthusiasm. "Well, I suppose you could try. I'll assess you once I'm done with this fella right over here."

The Poochyena stepped forward, nosing each wound gently. She reached the first one, and shakily balanced on her hind legs. One of her paws gently pressed onto the Keldeo's flank, beginning to glow a soft pink colour. The injury slowly faded away, and with it, any discomfort it caused the equine.

As she moved on to each wound, she spoke. "My name is Lunaro. And who might you be?"

((Fun fact: Lunaro's name was originally going to be Moon or Moonlight, but I decided that it was too simple and went with Lunar. I just added the "o" on the end, and really liked the nice ring to it. XD ))

Blazeheart nodded, and sat down, watching lunaro heal the other pokemon. He laid down and looked at the sky, waiting for lunaro to assess him "This is going to be a great group to be in, i can see that"

Uriel flinched a bit as the Poochyena put a paw on his wounds but then closed his eyes and breathed out slowly as he felt the pain fade away. Lunaro. That was it. He hadn't really met her in person before, but he'd seen her around and definitely heard her name once or twice. "I'm Uriel," he said, wondering if she remembered him any better than he remembered her. Probably not. He and his parents had jumped around camps a lot, so he had never really got to know anybody too well.

Lunaro stopped, her paw hovering over a wound. She paused, then gently pressed down, taking away any pain once again.
"Uriel... Uriel..." She muttered, rolling the name on her tongue for a second.
"Oh! Yes, I believe I remember spotting you come into camp. I think my mother had pointed your family out to me."
She hesitated, then said, almost so softly one would have to strain to hear, "You do know what happened to the Chrystanigh, right?"

Uriel grit his teeth. "Yes," he said. "I have." He'd been so confused when it was all happening around him, but over time he'd been able to place the pieces together. All of the Chrystanigh, who had trained and worked so hard to make the world a safer place... all killed because of one Pokemon. Bitterly, he wondered how Arceus had decided that was proper retribution.

But even as he thought that, Uriel felt like a hypocrite. It wasn't like his own judgement hadn't failed him before...

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Feeling awkward just standing there and watching Lunaro and Uriel, Bracken walked over to the Torchic. "Uh, hi!" he said, smiling. "My name's Bracken. What's yours?"

"Y-Yeah..." Lunaro trailed away, making the last wound dissipate. She withdrew her paws, standing on all fours, looking at the ground with a sad grimace. Her eyes were off in a distant time, then she shook her head, as if dispelling the memories.
"I had given up any hope of seeing survivors. Although you aren't a true Chrystanigh, you have the blood of one. I can see it. I really didn't think I would find anyone."

Gliz had hesitated, suddenly the picture of the tyranitar having flashed through her head. Sure it was power, but an elder once told her that with great power comes great responsibility. Could she really handle it. But soon the image was replaced with one of the great fire. Gritting her teeth, she came back to reality to see Lunaro healing a Keldeo that had appeared. Her eyes widened, and she bounded over, close to the Poochyena, any thought of the disgusting dog scent far from her mind. "That! That's what I want to do! Please, teach me, assess me, whatever it is! I want to heal like that!" She pleaded desperately, from the bottom of her heart. If she could help others, maybe she could make up for it, maybe her phantoms would finally leave her...

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Lunaro blinked at the Glameow in astonishment. "H-Huh?"
Brilliant answer, Lunaro. She mentally scolded herself, shaking her head.
"I guess, if you fit, we could try." The Poochyena circled Gliz, eyes half-closed as she examined the Glameow.
She stumbled a little, her eyes widening. "You...have a lot of potential for a Psychic type." The dog muttered. "Psychic types can heal. This is what you want, right?"
It was kind of convenient, in a way. "Do you mind if I ask why you want to learn this type? I can be strenuous, both physically and mentally. It's a taxing type to learn. Rewarding, but difficult."

Hearing the sadness in Lunaro's voice, Uriel looked down. "Neither did I," he replied. "The shock was just so great, the only thing I could focus on was surviving." He stayed silent for a moment before sighing and trying to get up. Though his legs were still a bit shaky, the pain was all gone and he definitely felt more steady on his feet.

"But maybe... since we've both made it through alive, maybe there are others too," he said, looking back over to the Poochyena. He tried to smile, but it was small and weak, not reaching his eyes. But as he watched her interact with the Glameow, it grew into a genuine smile. The Chrystanigh had nearly been knocked down, but slowly but surely, he could see that they were recovering.