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Meka nodded vigorously, getting increasingly impatient the longer they waited. "We'll get everyone, I promise. Now come on!" She was high above them, tail lashing rapidly back and forth as she felt the wind press against her face, as if teasing her for holding still.

Fyssi sighed, not willing to listen to Meka's squeaky voice droning on. She lifted higher into the air, wishing Meka had a little more sympathy. Well, she supposed the Mew probably wasn't really used to dealing with other's emotions, or love herself. She looked at November flinch, and knew that whatever it was that they found, well, it wouldn't be pretty at all.

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Their lips curled back into an animalistic snarl, the turbulent winds whipping angelic hair into a mess of determination and unhinged ferocity. Power coursed through their very being, intertwining with their soul and glowing with divine authority as the uncontaminated strength crackled and shivered under their skin begging to be unleashed upon anyone foolish enough to make an enemy of the creator of the universe. Their eyes glowed with unbridled resentment as their neck ached from glaring at the floating speck of dust in their eye, the thorn that had made her home in their side, the earth moving accordingly to meet their demands as they levitated themself up to meet Mor's hight. With a simple press of their fingers, thumb meeting the middle in a serene kiss of patience, the temperature around them dropped, sliding down to numbers even November would surely shudder at.
A crackle of electricity passed from fingertip to finger tip, arcing gracefully as Eraqus spun gracefully, arms gesturing beautifully in an intricate pattern with a poisoned chant on their tounge and barbed venom dripping off their words coating the stones and seeping into the earth. The universe accepted their decree, taking the word of God and molding itself to fit their needs, the stone foundation cracking and spinning and flying towards death. Ice creeped over the shards of earth, coating them in the contents of their creators heart as they hurtled through the air to spear the source of the strife boiling under their masters soul

"Hey, November. Don't be like that." Isa snapped, striding forward to directly be in the emotionally turmoiled leader's line of sight. "You're a damn good leader and it's because of you that only One person is currently missing. That's better than any human I've ever seen try. Stop beating yourself up over one mistake that we can fix as a group." Huffing, Isa straightened his back and glanced around. "First things first we need to determine a direction to go in. Does anyone have an idea? Any idea would be welcome."

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Cera thought for a moment. She looked around for any signs of where Zemna and Spiri went.

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Fyssi inhaled. November's scent was causing her to confuse the direction a bit, but she managed to catch it paired with Spiri's from where she was hovering in the air. Lifting up higher, her keen eye noticed a few trees pulled at the roots. She saw Meka looking in the same direction and gave her a meaningful nod. She called down. "Welp, I got a little clue as to where to go, at least!" She twisted her finger to point at the trees and hovered, hoping they wouldd catch on quickly. As Meka's anticipation increased and her patience decreased, Fyssi's anxiety increased, the only thing keeping her from exploding with the stress was the connection between her and Farore, sending signs of relaxed and content emotions as her child slept. At least the tiny lugia was safe, if nothing else, and that was a relief.

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"Hey, November. Don't worry about it. We've all got your back, thick and thin. We all trust you as our leader, and we need one during times like this." Bri twisted his hat and ran alongside everyone. "Look on the better side of things." He would run to follow Meka

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November shook himself over once, trying to put his feelings behind him. They were just going to get in the way, at least for now. He gave himself a running start before taking off into the air, wings beating down a cold air as he gained altitude on an updraft. It did not take long for him to catch up. He guessed that on their way, they should check for any extreme temperatures. Eraqus held the Ice Plate, after all. “If any of you feel unnaturally cold, please speak up. That means we’ll be getting closer.”

Meka shivered at the words 'unnaturally cold' as if she could already feel it. Side by side with Fyssi, she followed November as Fyssi used the same updraft to follow the scent towards, where they hoped, at least, their friends were. As she flew in the direction of the destroyed trees, she thought she could briefly sense her clone's presence nearby, and remembered they still hadn't found Flick yet. She decided not to focus on that as she waited for the bone-chilling cold that she kept expecting as they approached

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November flipped over to look at the Mew, “What were you saying before, by the way?”

"Sometimes there's nothing you can do...?" Meka turned to stare at him as she flew, strangely nervous. "I guess you just can't..." She looked ahead, scanning the area.

Fyssi flew just ahead of Meka, staring into the distance. She had found a strong trail and was intent on following it. She saw signs of a battle, and she vowed to rescue anyone there. Her adrenaline from her anxiety and her OPTness making her feel like she could do anything. The safety of Farore helped this confidence greatly.

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November looked at the battleground ahead, “This was where we as last fought. I wouldn’t be surprised if some pokemon are still here.”

Isa looped after the group, his thick cape trailing after him as he ducked and weaved through the shadows. "D'ya want a lift up in the air? Might be faster." He offered to Bri, catching up after a moment of struggling. He wasn't the most athletic after spending years as a dormant baby Pokemon, but he wasn't lagging behind extensively. Maybe by a few paces or so

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Meka looked at the damage. "Did those slow guys cause all this?" She still found it hard to believe that anything not wearing a uniform for team rocket was dangerous. Now, as she looked around, she wondered, were they stronger than she'd given them credit for? Or were they just reckless? Were her friends reckless? Maybe. She'd never really seen them fight.

Fyssi landed and sniffed the area. She had arrived ahead of some of the group, as she was following her own nose instead of their leader. She scented the familiar traces of the black Mewtwo that she'd seen briefly a few times but never really met or fought with. She knew of the dark Nova, though, and she'd honestly expected it to do...a little more catastrophic damage? She saw evidence of powerful fire attacks and saw traces of Spiri's anger. She saw a pillar of ice that hadn't melted yet, and scorched ground where electricity had hit it. "I do believe it...they were here.."

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“That...would be lovely, thank you!” Bri turned around to flash a smile at Isa as he slowly ran in a way so that he would be near him. “But only as long as it doesn’t impede you! I didn’t spend my year alone training my legs for nothing! Especially not after learning to fight as a human” He said with confidence

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"Oh, have you? That is wonderful to know." Isa grinned happily. His mask partially hid it but it was noticable none the less. "But it's no problem. I spent the last year floating as dormant space debris, so I believe that I have gotten quite proficient in flying." Now that he was taking the time to genuinely take in the details, Bri did seem more well built, sturdier and grounded in a way that Isa never really noticed.

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"In a way...I've been told by master I've become more rogue like..." He said as he ran by him. He noted that like him, Isa had gotten much stronger then more. He felt like he had a long ways to go, especially seeing Isa and the others improve like this

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Indeed, Isa could barely hear the light steps that Bri took, whispers in the wind and nothing more. In stark contrast, Isa was almost thundering across the land, footsteps heavy and bogged down by his own heavy attire. "So it seems. You've truely grown so much in this short span of time." He observed, pride at how far Bri had come rising within him

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There was a building nearby... and there was the scent of blood from the battle within


Gira was almost exhausted. This had gone down to a battle of outlasting. He couldn’t last much longer.

Akuma could last a bit longer though. He was winning this battle after all.

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November winced at the iron tang, fighting down a wave of unease and nausea, “Well, at least we know where Gira is at this point.” This was the same place that Akuma had placed a lock on his mind, and he could’ve sworn his mind itself started to lapse into it again. He shook himself before nodding at the building, “Shall we?”

“May this help everyone...and you’ve gotten a lot stronger yourself, I can sense it.” Bri looked at him. “Don’t count yourself out, we still need you...I still need you.” He smiled as he looked at the building. “So..is this where the battle is..?”

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Fyssi let out a hiss. "Of courssse." Came her demonic voice. She started to feel her mind fading, and she had to fight back the insanity. She couldn't loose it...think of Farore.. "I mean, let's go in." This time her voice sounded calmer. They were here to save their friends...focus.

Meka was a little startled by Fyssi's response, but didn't have time to ponder. Blood! He was being tortured! How. F***ing. Rude. "Heck yes! Whoever is doing that is gonna get a piece of me!" Her voice sounded overly cheerful, though. She was getting excited at the prospect of doing a heroic rescue. A part of the dire situation felt like a mere adventure to her, a challenge. And oh was she ready to meet it halfway!

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