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[Sephalesh]

Sirius, a silvery black Golduck, paced through the destruction wrought by the rebellion. Pokemon were dead everywhere, his own psychic forces included. Although two living battered Alakazams followed Sirius with a captured group of rebels. They the prisoners held a confuse ray, and disable combo. Sirius listened to those prisoners lies with impatience. He would have to send them to that damn Lunatone. Both the Alakazam and the prisoners. That meant he would never see any of them again. That lunatone always managed to get all the awnsers in the end, always.

He remembered that infernal Pokemon's last orders. Flash back- The lunatone's cold red eye peered out from the shadows. "I dare say, Sirius, I was the one that saved you and your pathetic little followers. The very least you could do is help me help our Shadow Lord, Chancol." Sirius clenched his fists in anger, as he listened, glaring at that one blood red eye staring from the shadows. "How dare you order me AROUND! I don't even know why we follow that runt of a pokemon! The debt is payed! You have no hold over me!" Sirius yelled back. That bloody eye seemed to chuckle with amusement, mocking Sirius and every thing he stood for. "Sirius, Sirius, Sirius. I never ordered you around. You took all of my advice willingly. You know as well as I do that Chancol is the Shadow Lord and he is giving psychic more power than they have ever held in the horde before. I know that you don't trust me anymore, which is a pity, but you know that what I say is the truth. Besides that, any power over you that I had, you gave me yourself." The red eye replied with perfect elegance. Sirius turned away, unwilling to speak to this monster. He knew the eye mocked him as he walked away. He was inadequite, and That lunatone knew it. -flash back. Sirius had to find out what had happened to cause this rebellion.

He had some success. None of these pokemon seemed to know exactly what was going on, but they did point to a Dragonite, as being their leader sometimes. Whoever had been behind this was as infernally deceptive as that damn bloody eye. Since he could not find the infernal Dragonite, he was left with what some called a double agent. A grovyle by the sound of it, under the identity of Blade. He looked back at the Alakazam's, totally loyal to him and this new shadow lord. The bloody betrayer was right. Horde psychics had never had this much respect ever before. Sirius lifted up his hand. "Take them to the dungeon, the special section." Sirius sighed. he would never see any of them again. The lunatone never took prisoners. You win again, betrayer of the seven moons.

Now, for the message that had to be delivered. Sirius looked around for any horde members loyal to Chancol. Even if he had to follow the lunatone, he would not do it without Chancol knowing about it.

[Clif]

Coincidentally Blade had been watching from high up in the bell tower where the rebellion had been initiated, his attempt to stop it was a determined one, but unfortunately he hadn't been able to completely prevent the organized assault that the rebels had been able to accomplish. Out of the four sided bell tower, the grovyle sat with his legs hanging over the ledge as he analyzed the impact of his 'failure', as he called it. Even though he had been told by the Shadow Lord that he had done a good job, he felt as if he could have stopped it much earlier in advance than when he had the opportunity to.

~This can't happen again...the status of the Horde was bad enough, and this rebellion made it so much worse...~ he thought, sighing to himself as he watched Sirius order his associates to escort the surviving prisoners to what seemed like the dungeons from where he was sitting, unable to catch any audible words. Reluctantly, Blade forced himself off of the ledge to let himself descend the bell tower, catching himself upon large outstanding bricks that had been forced from their original setting place long ago.

The grovyle slowly approached the golduck, his countenance somewhat reflecting his current low self-esteem, and his voice echoing it all the more, "You seem as if you're looking for something...Need help?"

[Sephalesh]

Sirius turned around to the Grovyle. It seemed unsure of itself, but that didn't matter when all it had to do was deliver a simple message. The golduck spoke with an voice that expected to be obeyed. "Yes, I need help. I am looking for a pokemon called blade? Could you find him? but, more importantly, I need to send a message to out Shadow Lord, about the rebellion." Sirius said to the Grovyle, to preoccupied with his own turbulent thoughts to see the truth in front of him. The red gem on Sirius head glowed with his intense concentration. There has to be a way out of his power. He holds far too much power over the horde, as it is. Sirius thought to himself about his hated ally, the Lunatone.

[Clif]

Blade looked up when his name was mentioned, his eyes somewhat showing that his mind had been pulled off of his recent self-criticism in order to assist with whatever reason he was needed by the golduck. As his countenance showed a more stably minded grass-type, he smirked and gave his reply, "First off, there's no need to search for him, I think I'll be able to help you out with whatever you need," he kept his voice calm and hoped that the golduck wasn't too distracted and unable to figure out the little mind game he was playing with the psychic type. The grovyle had completely forgotten about his sulking earlier and was now determined to do anything that could possibly benefit the Horde, yet in the back of his mind he continuously questioned why he was needed by this golduck, of all the Horde, Blade knew he wasn't the one to be sought out very often.

[Sephalesh]

The golduck sighed to himself. His mind was still troubled, almost so troubled that he didn't hear the Grovyle. He looked at the grovyle quizically, but his mind was obviously somewhere else. "What?. . . Good, then bring him here, after you deliver this message to Chancol." The golduck searched around for something that wasn't there. He then leaned closer to the Grovyle. "It is a mental message, Do not read it. I would deliver it myself, but. . . I would be the first suspect when He finds out about it. I don't need that kind of stress over this rebellion." The golduck whispered as quietly as he could. Some people would call Sirius paranoid, but then it could have been said the same of most survivors. He had a right to be paranoid after the other shadow lords had dissapeared. A very powerful right.

[Clif]

Blade couldn't help but chuckle softly as the Golduck proved himself to be mentally occupied at that moment, "Sure, I'll bring him back after the delivery..." he personally hadn't been used as a vessel for a psychic message, but he thought it couldn't anything horrible since Sirius was allowing him to 'carry' it. He didn't speak after the psychic pokemon lowered his voice, not wanting to attract the attention of whomever the Golduck was talking about, the seemingly paranoid vibe coming off from its body language helped Blade decide that just a nod would suffice for his understanding as he awaited the implementation of the message into his mind.

[Sephalesh]

Sirius let out a sigh of relief. At least Chancol would know about it, even if he was just a runt. The golduck had been against ever joining Chancol from the start, and would have been in the rebellion with the enemies if it hadn't been for that blasted Lunatone. He probably would have joined Chancol on his own eventually, but he still hated taking advice from that blasted pokemon, no matter how right it's advise was.

Then the world hit him again. He had been staring into space for over a minute now. he growled to himself for letting that pokemon find a hold on him. He turned to the Grovyle and put a hand to his forehead. A message was imprinting itself into an unused portion of Blade's mind. It would transfer itself directly to the intended pokemon, when the two came in contact, physical, or eye contact. The intended pokemon was Chancol. This was a great way to message people, because it could be done without a hint of what happened, and not even another psychic could detect it. Only three people ever knew it was there. The giver, the messanger, and the receiver. Sirius let his hand fall off the grovyle's head. "You are perfectly sane, now go, and don't return until you find blade." He told the pokemon.

[Clif]

Blade was about to make some sort of action to pull the golduck out of mental space, but the psychic beat him to the goal, "Hey, you're quite the calm one..." he said with a light sarcastic touch as the growling came out of nowhere, quite confused as to what his new acquaintance was thinking about to make him act so strangely. The grovyle quited down though as he felt the webbed hand made contact with his forehead, "Alright. I'll be back soon then." He gave a nod of understanding before he swiftly removed himself from the common area, using one of the inner, worn-down walls to run along as an easy-to-follow road and a great vantage point to find the charmeleon again.

[Sephalesh]

Sirius fell back into his mental musings almost instantly. he waved absently to the Grovyle. He walked around gathering a few psychic pokemon with him. He found a hypno, which he commanded to hypnotize him into a calmer state. After a few minutes it was done, and the shadowed hypno was released. Sirius took a deep breath in, and then a deep breath out. He was finnally calm again. hypnosis did wonders. Almost like a drug.

[Clif]

Blade had swiftly delivered the message, and despite his curiosity, he had no knowledge about the topic of the telepathic delivery. Upon seeing the golduck, he slowed his quick pace in order to give the psychic pokemon some time to do whatever he was doing with the other psychics, figuring that he wasn't needed at that exact moment. Stretching his neck to both sides, the bones gave a quiet crack as he neared Sirius, "So...you needed me?" Blade asked calmly, almost forgetting about the game he decided to play about his identity before he had left.

[Sephalesh]

Sirius shook his head. "No, I needed blade, a Grovyle about yay tall-" the golduck stopped what he was saying. A grovyle about this tall?! Indeed!!! His hand automatically came up and slapped his forhead, mocking his own stupidity. "Your Blade!?" The golduck said more to himself, than to Blade. He had just sent that message with what could have been the worst messenger in the entire world. The golduck raised his hand in a fist, telling the Hypno and the other psychic pokemon to surround this Grovyle. "What do you know about the rebellion, Blade?" Sirius asked soothingly, except pronouncing the name. That was hissed in a deep growl.

[Clif]

The grovyle knew that the situation wasn't in his favor if he decided to keep quiet, even though he wasn't thinking of retaining his information anyway since he didn't have much use for what he knew, aside from the fact that he knew that the leader was still missing amongst the dead, knowing that there most likely wouldn't be a weaker force next time around. ~Damn...how the hell did I get into this mess?~ he thought as he took a moment to formulate his response that wouldn't get him thrown into the air by one of the psychics around him.

He kept his voice unfaltering in order to portray his truthfulness, knowing that with psychic types, one psychological slip-up could mean a whole world of hurt and hell. "I had consulted with the rebellion force some time after they had devised to revolt against Chancol this past season, but the specifics of the attacks, and other plans weren't exactly revealed to me--if they existed even--during the short time I was able to remain within their ranks..." despite the accusing tone that he picked up through Sirius' voice he still managed to ask, "why do you ask?"

[Sephalesh]

The golduck lowered his hand slowly. The psychic pokemon relaxed, visibly, but didn't move from their positions around the Grovyle. "You weren't the only one who was told little. The closest we have found to a leader is a Dragonite, and of course you. . . Did you know that seven out of ten of the prisoners captured referred to you as a double agent for the Rebellion?" Sirius asked, mortified at having to use the Lunatone's techniques to find what he wanted. This grovyle was the best lead they had, and that wasn't good. Sirius couldn't help but suspect. . .No... Can't think about him. He has too much control. Far too much. Sirius waited patiently for Blade's response as his own inner turmoil started up again.

[Clif]

Blade gave a nod of his head, pulling reasons for the accusation that he now faced from the back of his mind, but first he decided to address the dragonite leader. "The dragonite being a leader in the rebels is a correct source, yet I don't know how to simply answer your question, so I'll break it down so I can prove my innocence..." he replied, he himself relaxing as he viewed that his current opponents were at ease. "Yes...I did appear to be a double agent in favor of the rebellion...but--" he quickly took a pause, once again not wanting to appear more suspicious than he already was, "--they were never extreme enough in order to receive severe punishment, in my opinion at least. I would request that a few pokemon lie low, remaining underground in order to hide, showing the effect of me actually killing those who were remaining loyal to the Shadow Lord. Secondly, I would free a weak prisoner who would be on the brink of death to the rebels, earning trust via new forces, but providing an excuse for the weakness in some shape or form."

Blade definitely had a few pensive thoughts about how he carried out his own actions in relation to the rebels, oddly enough he had been told by Chancol to keep any unnecessary reports to himself during his undercover work; suspicion by the rebel forces most likely would have cost the grovyle his life.

[Sephalesh]

Sirius nodded over this new information. This guy had delivered the message, so he must check out, unless. No I am not going there anymore. Sirius glanced around, looking for something that wasn't there again. "Very Well. I never expected you to be the leader of the rebellion anyway." The golduck replied, dismissively. He would beleive the Grovyle's innocence unless new evidence came up. "What did you learn under the rebels? The prisoners I questioned spoke of you in great esteem." The golduck asked, as his psychic forces backed off, giving Blade some room. They were still in formation, but weren't intimidating anymore. The black golduck was easing them away.

[Clif]

"During the time I had been a part of them, I pretty much found out that they were mostly planning just to overthrow Chancol at the time. What I found strange though was the fact that they had no idea about how to claim the title of Shadow Lord. Personally, I have no idea as to why they would give me such credit for helping them out, I'd have to assume that I was their only link to the happenings within the Fortress 'cause I wouldn't be able to recognize anyone who might have been playing a double role against the Horde..." Blade paused for a moment to think, his eyes following whatever the golduck had looked at before, "Did you ever find Dranith?"

(The post isn't that great I'm a bit tired and still waking up)

[Sephalesh]

The silvery black golduck clenched his forhead in exasperation. "By being aloof, they thought you were doing something important. Ugh, It happens all the time." Sirius said to Blade. Somewhere when blade was talking, the other psychic pokemon had disappeared, most likely by teleportation. He looked Blade up and down. Dranith, huh. He knows more than most. "No, I don't even know who that is, but I already have a pretty good idea who knows where he is." Sirius replied warily.

[Clif]

Blade nodded, smirking as he comprehended what was being said to him, finding it quite humorous that he had been seen as an important rebel to the current prisoners. He found it a relief that the other psychics left the scene during his discussion. His eyes had been drifting away from the golduck when it portrayed its lack of knowledge about Dranith, "Ah, sorry, Dranith is the name of the dragonite that was the first to take lead of the rebellious group; by what I had experienced amongst them, they weren't very organized before he came along, in fact he joined not too long before I went undercover. By how he acted, he seemed more power-hungry than discontented with the fact that Chancol had taken the position of Shadow Lord instead of another legendary..." the grovyle trailed off in his speech, trying to recover any other rarity about the draonite, yet failed to do so.

His countenance showed his confusion as Sirius stated that he knew that someone might know of Dranith's location, "Huh? Someone knows where Dranith is?" he left his question at that, hopefully awaiting an answer from the psychic pokemon.

[Sephalesh]

Sirius watched Blade carefully. He wasn't actually sure how much Blade knew, or even if he was holding something back. He had to go on instinct here, and that usually was right, usually. "Did you ever notice factions in the rebels, besides this Dranith? Somebody who seemed to be organized before he appeared?" Sirius asked carefully. he had let that other part slip, a dangerous folly in this political game, if Blade even knew it was a life or death matter.

Sirius looked back over his shoulder. He smiled nervously. "It's just a hunch made from paranoia. Pay it no mind." Sirius said trying to mask his blunder. If anyone could find Dranith, it would be him. Sirius let out a sigh. Will I ever stop worrying about him?

[Clif]

Slightly twisting his face in confusion, Blade shook his head, quite confused by the golduck's seemingly psychotic personality, or at least indecisive to say the least. Answering the questions asked at him, he took a moment of thought before replying slowly, "Factions...I don't believe so, they were all set upon a similar goal, I mean, of course, all of them wanted power, but they tried to work as a united group instead of backstabbing each other early on. No one before Dranith made a large outstanding presence before, during, or even after the Dragonite took control of the rebel group."

Even though just having dismissed Sirius' strange behavior, the grovyle's curiosity got the better of him, "Why the hell do you seem so uptight? You're going to get unwanted attention or somethin' with that kinda attitude!" he said, his voice carrying a friendly tone, even joking almost as he gave a slight grin to the aquatic psychic duck.

[Sephalesh]

Sirius nodded to himself, as if confirming something he had long thought true. "Then finding this Dranith will be of the utmost priority." Sirius turned his back to Blade. The golduck had already given away far too much. The golduck almost flinched at Blade's accusation. He was not uptight. Through a gritted beak, Sirius spoke his next words carefully, "I already have all the unwanted attention I could ever not want. Why else would I be looking into this? I ask you that. It's besides the point, but I hope it shoots down your eff'in curiosity. What i really need to know, is if you know anything about where this Dragonite may be." The golduck wasn't in a good mood right now. The duck seemed to radiate displeasure.

[Clif]

The grovyle couldn't help but inwardly chuckle as he portrayed and outward sense of understanding, giving a nod to show that he had backed off of the golduck's strange attitude, "Alright, alright, chill for now. The more you freak out the worse you're gonna make it," he replied, a final attempt to get the golduck to cool off. Quickly, the grass-type moved on to a different topic before there was any chance for a response, "Dranith, nah, dunno where he might have taken off. Even though most did follow him, everyone knew that if something went wrong--and I mean terribly wrong--he would be the first to flee to fight another day. He hasn't been seen in the area, nor I doubt he's returned to the ruins in order to regroup, he's probably discussed another gathering point with those he planned to keep alive during the rebellion. His ambitiousness will probably force him to return with another force, possibly one of the Light, hoping to gain a possible shot at Chancol through an attack force."

[Sephalesh]

The golduck thought about it. He sounds like the blasted Lunatone. He clicked his webbed fingers togethor in thought. It was a difficult decision, but he had to do it. "That is useful to know. I wonder if he had something to do with that prison break earlier." The golduck said wondering about what was happening. But, the lunatone wouldn't put a leash on this Dragonite, just yet, like he did me. He thought. Maybe it was just a paranoid cycle of thoughts, but he couldn't help it. "I will let you leave now, if you want. Come back here if you find anything about this Dranith. I will send out some of my friends to search for him." Sirius said, absently like before. he waved his hand in dismissal. There were still quite a few things he had to do for the blasted rock of a moon.

[Clif]

The grovyle shook his head slightly as he heard the golduck's thoughts about the prison break, "Nah, I doubt that he'd return so soon in order to break free some weakling prisoners, he most likely knows that many in the dungeons can't fight anything after being tortured down there; he probably had no use for them," he replied, yawning a little bit before taking the golduck's final words before taking his leave, "Alright, I'll try to find you when I can and need to. Later..." he said as he took off once again, his wounds from the rebellion having healed up enough for him to do some work in the field.