(...You display a disturbing amount of symptoms of this "menace".)
*I whip myself in the face with my tail, shredding the Oran Berry's health from me .*
gtg sleep
edited 22nd Apr '17 2:01:29 PM by StarAndroidJaguar
...[I decide it would be good to probe into this some more.] "So, you...ever had any trouble with anyone from Orichalcum? I mean, first off, you said they'd turn people against each other, get, get 'em to...to hate each other 'n stuff like that, but, um...have they...left, um...clues, I guess. I dunno, goop, paw prints, anything like that?"
Having had a slight moment to settle down, Mila returns to searching through the berries, and pulls out several more of each variety. She inspects them closely, but does not attempt eating them, perhaps not wanting to waste any of their effects on herself after not having partaken in the fighting.
"Umm, does anyone know which ones of these do what? Somehow I don't think eating all four at once is sustainable long term. Hey, Oz. Are you feeling better now, or do you still need help?"
Mila begins looking around for an area free of twigs and other underbrush to use as a rest area for the injured, hoping that nobody needs any serious medical attention.
I need to update these things more often"You know of Orichalcum? I see... that would explain our guest."
She faces aside again, this time muttering something unintelligible under her breath. The leaves of a nearby tree suddenly part, revealing a startled Natu underneath. From this distance it's difficult to tell if it's Neiti.
"Curious little things, those birds..." She refocuses her attention on the group. "The Orichalcians and I have not always seen eye to eye, but I know not of any who would hold a grudge against myself or this forest. Moreover..."
She begins to scuttle around the area, looking this way and that for something. "These incidents are... random. Sometimes they happen deep in the forest, sometimes on the outskirts. The corrupter doesn't have a favourite target- once they even manipulated a Pokémon who was merely passing through. The 'why' eludes me as much as the 'who' and 'how'... ah."
She presses her claw up against a tree. A strip of bark has been peeled off (the one, incidentally, that Eliot had been Sketching on earlier), leaving the pale inner wood exposed. "The stripping is haphazard, and its area small. It was not caused by a large Pokémon, or even one adept at stripping wood. Nevertheless, I have discovered similar flayings almost every time I have found an enraged Pokémon."
they/them || "Forgive me, regent of queer amphibians" - Lt.BGob"Let's not start shit. Nyquil may be innocent in all this, right? Maybe that was part of the misunderstanding? Even if it wasn't, trying to kill people over someone headbutting trees is hardly fit punishment..."
Long live the New Bev.(the idea of going out to find someone (or someTHING) that could make one or more of us attack or even attempt to kill each other frightens me)
What if one of us goes crazy when we find whatever this menace is?
(I'm afraid to think about what would happen if it would affect me, as a Dragon-type Pokémon)
"Hey, least I didn't lose all my artistic talent when I crash landed in the arena here.""..."
Finley sits down, squinting his eyes at the group.
"Y'all are hecked up."
Long live the New Bev.The Trevenant turns back to the Natu as the group talk between themselves. "You there. Send word to Frau Morbitesse, from Dras-Il of the forest. Tell her that this group will be arriving at her town, and that she should arrange a healer for them."
The Natu turns tail and hops off into the bush. Dras-Il faces the group once more, her expression now stern.
"Make no mistake; I would not have killed him, but your friend would still have faced punishment for carelessly harming my kind, whether he was aware of it or not."
She crosses her arms, though it takes some effort to lift her busted one. "A word of warning. Reckless behaviour and crude words will keep you alive in some lands... but in others, it'll do you more harm than good. You were fortunate that the curse upon me was short-lived, but your next encounter may not end so well for you."
She flicks her good claw. The grass forcefully parts itself, creating a makeshift dirt path that the group know, from their mental map, leads in Orichalcum's direction.
"Follow that, and it should take you to the town. Unless you have any more questions then I suggest you make haste, lest your fears of corruption become true."
edited 23rd Apr '17 9:02:05 AM by whizzerd
they/them || "Forgive me, regent of queer amphibians" - Lt.BGobOnce Dras-ll makes the dirt path, Mila turns back from her searching and picks up her bag, having more difficulty carrying it now that the straps have been torn off. Before she leaves, she turns around to thank the Trevenant.
"Thank you for helping us out after this, we'll be sure to not mess with your forest any more."
Well, that worked out in the end, sort of. Sushi didn't try to consume any... wait where is Sushi? Haven't they not had anything to eat this whole time?
edited 23rd Apr '17 10:14:05 AM by Cabe_Bedlam
I need to update these things more often(I look to make sure everyone can walk by themselves to town before I start heading that direction myself. J looks like he can barely move, so I pick him up and begin carrying him.)
(to the Trevenant) Um, thanks for showing us the way back.
(I'm still nervous about this whole thing involving this 'menace' that could drive one of us mad)
"Hey, least I didn't lose all my artistic talent when I crash landed in the arena here.""Well, maybe I didn't want to be a god damn Cyndaquil in another god damn setting surrounded by a bunch of god damn trees… I woulda just stayed indoors, but nope, gotta be a Pokemon for some stupid reason." I grumbled.
If I don't clash, I don't change. The world ends at my borders, and the best moments slip away.Mila turns towards Nyquil, wanting to express some form of solidarity with his predicament.
"Hey, it's not like..."
What am I going to say? That we're all stuck here, like him? That's not going to help, it'll just make it sound like I want him to stop complaining. Is that what I want? Maybe it is, and maybe I should stop telling people what to do, I'm not helping anyways.
"... you know what, never mind."
I need to update these things more often

The Trevenant turns to Eliot. Her eye darts from him to the mess of paint across the forest floor. She seems to be annoyed by it, but doesn't bring it up.
"The hunt would be much easier if I did know. I cannot watch every part of the forest at all times; they seem to be aware of this, as they always target my blind spots. Either they're clever, or they know this forest well."
She looks to her side as she speaks, briefly distracted by something the group cannot see. What they do notice, however, is that the forest around them has changed, now more in line with the map that Morbitesse projected into their minds.
"I won't cause your group any more harm." She says to Finley. When she faces him, though, she has a cold glint in her eye. "That is, providing your friend here doesn't persist with harming my forest."
She gestures with her healthy claw. The seeds that had slowly been draining life from Nyquil now shrivel up and fall off his body.
"By the name of Arceus, even those from foreign soil know better than to attack the land so thoughtlessly..."
they/them || "Forgive me, regent of queer amphibians" - Lt.BGob