a series of unfortunate events [Kira/Boris/Grey]

[DAMION RACHER]

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The one day he'd decided to see what the fuss about Mt Silver was, things decided to go wrong. Even with his heavy jacket, gloves and all things warm and cozy wrapped around every piece of him he could find, the bitter wind still managed to cut through it all. Every step up the damned mountain seemed to drain just that more energy, and Damion found himself slipping more often than he would have liked to admit. The snow slipped under his boots, and had an uncanny luck to send him sprawling forward if he didn't catch himself in time. Without his amazing sense of balance, Damion rather thought he would have looked ridiculous. Thankfully, there was just nothing anyone could comment upon. He had promised to take Finn along on his next rebel outing, but this didn't really count did it? After all he was just scoping out the mountain, for a potential place to hide if ever he needed one. And it was a big mountain, the likely hood of running into that Red or Green were slim enough that Damion was comfortable with it. Still maybe he should have brought Finn, at least her talking would have distracted him from the cold. Or maybe if he'd asked Eli... or Tripp... They all would have been better than no one. Perhaps if he'd been paying more attention to where his feet were going, Damion might have noticed the fact that the snow was a little more uneven in the exact spot he sent his foot stomping down - and kept going. With a strangled yelp, Damion went face first into the snow, accompanied by a sharp stab of pain through his ankle as his leg twisted in a strange direction compared to how his body fell. Rather than whine or complain, Damion simply cursed softly as he tugged his foot free from the small hole - that shouldn't have been there damnit! Nature needed to know when he was going to be walking places - and pushing himself up from the ground. There was no way he was checking his foot either, that would mean taking the boot off and that would mean the cold would rush in and-- yeah that wasn't happening any time soon. "Damnit Finn, why aren't you a mind reader when I need you?" Mostly because that same ankle? Didn't really enjoy having his weight on it. Every step sent a small bolt of pain dancing up his leg, every slip made it just that much worse. He wasn't turning around either, he was going to keep walking and find what he wanted. A little twisted ankle wasn't going to stop him doing that. Eventually, the pain simply faded as Damion refused to pay any attention to it, shoving that jab to the back of his mind where it couldn't bother him at all. Maybe while he was up here, he'd find that kid with the Pokemon, the champion, and take off with soemthing of his too. He'd probably get a good thank you for that one, maybe even another raise, shame there was really no where else to go in the rebels. Not now he'd made it to second in command to Eli, the only way he'd ever get there would be to shove Eli out... That would never happen. Damion may have questionable morals at the best of times, but when he cared, he cared. Living in the relatively hot climate of Hoenn for most of his life, Damion failed to even notice the change in his footing as he continued to walk. Slipping and sliding made no difference, that was, it made no difference until an ominous crack filled the other wise silent air and the ground gave a little underneath him. Whoever was up there and calling the shots, Damion was going to find something cold and sharp and shove it where the sunlight never reached. The ground wavered again, and Damion inched forward over the ice, struggling to see the thicker ice through foggy glasses, he could see the other side, but that was still a good three steps away and the cracking was getting even more ominous. Another face plant into the snow, if only to stop him being dunked in the icy water. Damn this to the abyss, just pushing my luck now." That was when the small avalanche hit. One moment he was slowly getting to his feet, and the next he was rolling off a drop and landing with a rather sickening crunch on the hard ground underneath. Pain made his vision swim, pain from the drop, the hit and the definitely broken bone in his leg. Pain that made him want nothing more than to go to sleep in the cold. Finn. He should call Finn and tell her something.. that he didn't mean to leave her. How had the phone made it to his hand? When had he grabbed it? "Finn." Pain invaded everything, his breath shook with it, his leg screamed with it, his pulse echoed with it. "Sorry." Breathing was hard, what with the air being so thin. It was cold too, had it always been cold? "Tell Eli. Tell Tripp." Tell them what? He'd already forgotten. The pain and cold combined was making him feel ill, sick to the stomach. Maybe if he just relaxed, it wouldn't hurt so much. Shame that it would probably mean he wouldn't wake up, he just had to stay awake. "Mt Silver, Finn..." [/style][style=font-size: 10px; font-family: Arial; color: #656565; padding: 3px; text-align: right; border-right: 4px solid #dcdcdc; margin-bottom: 1px; text-transform: none; line-height: 10px;]TAGGED • Kira/Boris/Grey [Otherwise closed]     WORDS • here     MUSIC • Gomenasai NOTES • it's so baaad i'm sorry D: coded by lovesolfege of ote![/style]

[FINN FINNIGAN]

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[/color][/font] hadn't been expecting her phone to ring. Most of her favorite people had been out and about that day without her, leaving her with no Damion, no Nick and Nate, no Quil...she was bored. She really wasn't in the mood to be doing rebel things, so stealing Pokemon was out of the question, and teasing people had become less fun without the twins around, so she was left with what she been doing for ages: training for contests. It had been such a long time since she'd gotten any good training in, and with Quil doing all sorts of training for their next rival appearance, she had to step it up.

She couldn't let him win, after all. What kind of rival would she be then? And they were each other's biggest rivals. A loss against him was worth three losses to anyone else, so she couldn't just let him walk away with the prize. He'd hold it over her head for ages, she was sure of that. So she and Ring were practicing, her Kecleon just flying through the moves in a beautiful appeal. Substitute followed by Shadow Sneaks, dual Sucker Punches, and finished off with a Trick. And it was in the middle of their third run through that her phone rang.

Before that moment, Finn didn't really understand what they meant when they said blood ran cold.

It was her Dami on the other end, one of her most important people, and oh god, he was apologizing to her? And he sounded so hurt. She barely even caught his instructions to tell his two lovers or the location of where he was, she was so scared, so upset. But, Mt Silver? Where it was all snow and ice and oh god, he was hurt and there alone. She had to help him. Finn sent a silent thank you to Nate for having taught her the trick to disappearing then, as she was sure it would never be as important as it would be right then.

It took her all of a moment to recall Ring and to let her Bell help out by covering her in Ditto-made warmer clothes after taking off her cape, and then she was poofing off, aiming straight for Damion's side. When she reappeared a moment later, she felt her heart drop into her stomach. Never again did she ever want to see her adopted big brother in the state he was then, looking broken and hurt and oh god, those were tears in her eyes, she could feel them, surprising even her. She didn't cry. Cards didn't cry. And yet there were tears streaming down her face as she sunk to the ground in front of teh blond haired man, reaching out to brush his hair out of his face.

"Please hang on, Dami..."

Right. She had to do something, just sitting there wasn't going to do anything. If only those stupid tears would get out of her eyes and let her...right. Ok. She couldn't do anything on her own, Damion was too big for her to move by herself and her Ditto was being used to keep her warm in the insane cold. She needed help. Dami needed help.

Blue eyes caught sight of the phone in his hand then, and she reached for it with a "Tripp and Eli, right? Don't worry, we'll get them here. Just please hang on, Dami..." When it was in her hand, she was flipping through the numbers quickly, one hand still gently playing with his hair. Tripp was first. She liked him better, and she thought he would care more. Who knew if Eli would even bother to show up, after having been gone for so long. Not that she wouldn't call him once she let Tripp know where they were and that Damion was hurt and needed help. That'd be terribly mean, especially if he did care, and she was far too worried and far too upset to be mean.

The phone rang, and whether it was answered or went to mail, she didn't know nor did she care, just rushing out a very worried, "Tripp, please, you have to help. Dami's hurt, we're on Mt Silver, and I can't get him down. Please hurry!" before hanging up quickly and repeating the same thing to Eli. Anything. Anyone. Whatever it took to make sure her Dami was alive.[/div]

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[TRIPP RYDER]

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He could feel little bits of his spine cracking, which made him give a sigh of relief. Although he would never tell anyone, Tripp was probably a masochist. Although he was also mostly a sadist. Watching bad things happen to other people made him smile, no matter what kind of day he was having. For instance. Today, he and his pokemon had traveled to Kanto to do some training and possibly add some new pokemon to the team. Well, the problem with joining Tripp's team is that you have to be in tip-top shape to be able to compete and join the squad. He ran a tight ship and he wouldn't deal with any lolligaggers. So Tripp had released Belladonna into the Viridian Forest to do some searching for new team members. What she had come across, however, was a group of chubby Spinarak who was lazing about with their head Ariados who seemed to be fine with letting them do nothing. Belladonna, however, wasn't having any of that. She'd slithered into their area and was hissing and spurting around back and forth, preparing to attack. As Tripp knew her pretty well, he knew that she didn't like to mess around. She got down to business. So, when the lazy Spinarak didn't immediately roll over and start doing her biding, she started lashing out, one by one and taking large bites out of the small pokemon who, after seeing their brethren losing pieces of their bodies to the vicious female's wrath. Tripp stood to the side as Belladonna did her job, slapping at the Spinarak until they did exactly what she wanted and began pleasing her. So, as Tripp watched Belladonna lashing out against the small spider pokemon, he felt his cell phone ring in his pocket. With a smirk, he picked it up, wondering who could possibly be missing him so badly at this moment. He glanced at the caller ID, preparing to use some smartass remark on Finn, the current woman of his life. When she started babbling, it sounded completely incoherent, which worried him more than anything. The fact that Finn was freaked out was enough to make him freak out before he even knew what she was upset about. Just as fast as she'd been on the phone, she'd hung up and Tripp was left to process what he'd just been told. He blinkd a ew times to let it sink in and then his eyes widened in horror. Mount Silver? Which was one of the most dangerous places to be trekking alone? He bit his lip. Shit. And now it was time to show sympathy and compassion for a man who he felt way to much for when he looked at him. Tripp took a large gulp and began sprinting, slowly becoming more and more freaked out that Damion was in trouble. Damion! He was impervious to everything! How was this happening? Damion could only remember feeling this worried when Damion was arrested. But, even then, Tripp wasn't too worried since he knew that Damion would get out of that no problem. But this...this was too much. He was stuck and Finn was helping and - In that time that Tripp was worrying and freaking out, he was at the base of Mount Silver, Belladonna giving a large hiss behind him to indicate that she was still there. He looked over his shoulder at the Arbok and she narrowed her eye at him, flicking her tail in irritation. He smiled nervously at her and then began to sprint up the side of the mountain as fast as he could manage. She slithered up behind him, not caring about whatever bullshit she was going to have to deal with this time. Tripp started feeling more and more cold as the ground became slippier. His bteeth began chattering. He was so poorly dressed. A t-shirt and shorts. His entire body shook as he surged forward, trying to push through the snow as Belladonna did it with ease, her heavy slithery body creating a new path in the snow. Finally, FINALLY, Tripp could see the end in sight. He saw a figure hunched over and something barely sticking out of the snow. With a yell, he charged forward, slipping more than once and cutting open healing scabs in his knees. He gave a strangled cry as he fell down in front of the two of them, his eyes focused on Damion's body, searching for visible injuries. He felt his gut twist and he winced when he saw Damion's leg. There may or may not have been a tear or two forming in the corner of his eye as he worried for the next step. "Shit." He finally said, eyes wide. "Momo, earth to Momo." He said, starting to feel his knees going numb as he crouched in the snow next to Damion. He reached out, moving a hand up in attempt to push away hair from his forehead. "Momo, you can't be hurt too much. That would make me worry about you and, consequently, then you have to give more than two shits about me." He whispered, getting more and more quiet as he felt his eyes watering up. Even worse. He quickly brushed his wrist against his eyes and re-focused on Damion, still hoping for some sign of interaction. "Answer me, you cunning bastard." He finally said, some desperation entering his voice. [/style] [style=font-family: impact; color: #000000; font-size: 16px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px; text-shadow: #8bb0cc 3px 3px 3px 3px;]Through the fire and the flames we carry on[/style] [style= background: #ffffff; border-bottom: 2 px solid #f5f5f5; font-family: georgia; italic; font-size: 7pt; color: #BBB47D; 8ext-align: center; text-indent: 15px; letter-spacing: 3px; width: 370px; padding: 3px 9px 3px 3px; margin-bottom: -2px; margin-top: -5px; border-radius: 8px 8px 8px 8px; -moz-border-radius: 8px 8px 8px 8px;] Table by Ghost from TWP and Yori from OTE[/style]

[ELIJAH CASTAIRE]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:410px; height: 280px; background-color: #808080; border-left: 1px solid #474756; border-bottom: 5px solid #474756; border-radius: 0px 130px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 130px 0px 0px; margin-top: -200px][style=float: right; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-left: 50px; margin-top: -30px; background-image: url('http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/Shizuo/shizuo221.png'); border: 3px solid #474756; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 20px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomright: 20px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 10px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 10px; border-radius: 50px] [/style][style=font-size: 8px; padding: 8px; margin-right: 15px; margin-top: 7px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 5px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #000000]i used to be lovestruck, now i'm just f-cked up, pull up my sleeve and see the pattern of my cuts, and i've lost it all, fell today, it's all the same, i'm sorry, oh, sorry, sorry no! and i've been abused, i feel so used because of you. i'm sorry on, sorry, sorry no, no - - - [/style] [style=height: 260px; color: #231B1E; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 20px; padding: 8px; overflow: auto;]Mount Silver. A wonderful place. The snow covered facade, the tranquility of the whole area. Even the pokemon seemed to respect it, or at least had enough mind to keep quiet and leave whatever else that was lurking in the mountain be. The sky spoke of a clear morning, uneventful even, while a cold wind ran through the perimeter of the magestic mountain. It seemed like a nice place. Except Elijah hated it. Too damn cold. That was the one thing. Scratch that. It was the only thing. Perhaps if the mountain was more on the warm side, yes, he'd quite enjoy himself here. The calm that the place held was definitely a good thing. But other than that, he rather be elsewhere than in some Arceus-be-damned snow-capped mountain. Which brought up the question, why was he even here? Certainly not for a vacation. The blonde clutched tightly onto the Salamence's neck after a particularly cold breeze swept by, clinging onto the dragon. He was dressed in his normal attire, save for an extra piece of clothing. A dark jacket, thickly padded and made for such cold weather. The thing wasn't too suited for the extremities of winter, but it would have to do, given the rush he was in. Damion. The little git. The only fucking reason he was here at all, riding on Domino too. Well, at the dragon seemed happy to finally be free from his spherical confines. At least the Salamence was being a bit more passive now, perhaps the pokemon had finally learned to bit more responsive to his commands then. "A bit lower Dom, I can't see shit from this high." He told the Salamence, who quickly dipped his head and brought them closer to the mountain's surface. Apparently, all it took for him to abandon the safety and warmth of his office was one terrified phone call from Finn, of course it did concern Damion's well-being, and he was out the door, only remember with half his mind that the place was going to be freezing. I swear, if this is some kind of stupid trick... "Over there." He spotted the small group against the white expanse of snow, colorful dots, as compared to the rest of the background. Domino gave a growl, before holding his red leathery wings straight as he glided lower and lower, turning ever so slightly. His four legs landed onto the snow, sinking a little into the cold. The dragon gave annoyed growl, before receiving a quick pat on the neck from Elijah. "Yeah, I know you don't like the cold that much either but please, don't embarrass me." He murmured to the Salamence, before bouncing off from the pokemon's back. "How hurt is h-" He stopped at the sight, eyes growing wide. Right there was Damion, looking broken on the ground, Tripp hovering above him. He stood frozen for a while, mind suddenly still as he looked at the image in front of him. Never mind that the orange haired rebel was over the blonde, no, there were more important things that needed to be done. Still, the helpless feeling he had couldn't be shaken off that easily. Perhaps he should be thanking the numbness he felt right now, otherwise he would've charged for Damion, and pushed Tripp aside. No no no. He needed to keep calm. At least now he knew what Finn had meant when she said he was hurt, he had wondered about that. This wasn't hurt. This was crushed. First things first, they had to get him out of the cold and off the mountain. "Crying isn't going to help, Tripp." He managed to growl out. Never mind that the other was going to wonder how the blonde knew his name, there were more pressing matters to attend to. "We're going to have to dig him out of the snow. How long has he been here? He might have developed mild hypothermia at this point." He let out a shuddered breath, clinging to his calm facade. He didn't want, no, he refused to let them see him vulnerable. So for now, they'd have to deal with his distant tone. Like hell he was going to let them know he cared that much for his boyfriend. "Dom," He motioned to the Salamence. "could carry him over to Viridian ahead of us, and I can just call for some medics to attend to him." He said almost robotically. "He's not going to die." [/style][style=text-align: center;color: #474756; font-family: georgia; font-size: 32px; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px; margin-bottom: -6px;]i'm sorry oh, sorry, sorry no[/style]

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[DAMION RACHER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/LoKpA.jpg][atrb=style, border-radius: 25px; border: 1px dashed #cbcbcb; padding: 10px; color: #a1a1a1;][style=background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/qvttS.png'); border-radius: 15px; border: 1px dotted #cbcbcb; padding: 10px; width: 100px; float:left; margin-right: -3px;][/style][style=font-size: 30px; color: #d3d3d3; font-family: Arial; margin: 45px 0px 0px -4px;]►[/style][style=float: right; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #656565; margin: -35px 10px 0px 5px;]this is the point of no return[/style][style=float: right; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #a5a5a5; margin: -10px 10px 0px 0px;]WE LOSE WITH HEARTBREAK OVERWHELMING[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; font-family: Arial; color: #656565; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; border-right: 4px solid #dcdcdc; text-transform: none;]The cold was not the only thing that Damion noticed. Unlike the pain in the rest of his body, the cold could be dealt with. Every moment was a little less cold, or a little more... something like that. It didn't hurt as much after a little while, like a blanket of numbness that started at his toes and slowly worked up his body. If he'd really wanted to, Damion supposed he could have moved, but the desire to stand up and move was sapped dry. To get up, and put weight on his leg? To bend and put pressure on his ribs? No, he could stay right here. Just a moment longer. Time stopped mattering, every breath was a second and every second seemed to last forever. Then Finn was there. It was a struggle to open his eyes at the sound of her voice, to respond. Her fingers brushed lightly against the skin of his face, though he could barely feel it. "Finn... you're crying..." It was hard to talk, perhaps he'd busted a rib or something too. His lips felt cold, and stiff and heavy. She was probably worried, so he tried to smile. Stiff and frozen muscles seemed to take forever to respond, but eventually they seemed to manage some semblance of a smile - though it probably looked more like a grimace - before he reached up one hand to touch hers. "I'm okay.." Another shadow over him. Though Damion was fairly sure he'd passed out for at least a minute there, because time seemed to pass uncharacteristically slowly. One moment there was just Finn, and then there was another shadow. A shadow with brighter hair. "Tripp." The smile twitched again, then faded as his sluggish mind tried to catch up to speech that was directed at him. Oh well, he wasn't that badly hurt, surely. It was a little painful, but the cold was doing wonders at chilling that. And he would tell Tripp that, in just a moment. He just wanted to sleep for a moment, just a moment. "Answer me, you cunning bastard." His eyes struggled open again, frowning slightly at Tripp. He was so sleepy though, why did he have to answer? "I do... care... Not.. Not that ... bad... Just.. just cold.." If only he wasn't so tired, he could get up and show them just how fine he was. He could walk down the mountain without them... Well, maybe. Except he was just so tired, and wanted to close his eyes for just another minute. "S'cold, Finn.." At least he wasn't shivering, the shaking would have hurt a lot more than the pain he was currently in, though that might have kept him awake. He had to stay awake... Had to... but why? As hard as he thought, Damion couldn't remember why he was trying so hard to stay awake. It was so comfortable and cold.. Move? Him? That was Eli's voice. Eli's voice was important, it was important for some reason... If he could just sit up, and move. He could see Eli, and then they wouldn't worry so much, they'd see he was fine. Fine. "Don't.. want.. too.. Eli.. where?" Struggling through another breath, blinking slowly to try and make his eyes stay open. They didn't want to, no matter how he tried. So heavy. [/style][style=font-size: 10px; font-family: Arial; color: #656565; padding: 3px; text-align: right; border-right: 4px solid #dcdcdc; margin-bottom: 1px; text-transform: none; line-height: 10px;]TAGGED • Kira/Boris/Grey [Otherwise closed]     WORDS • here     MUSIC • Gomenasai NOTES • it's so baaad i'm sorry D: coded by lovesolfege of ote![/style]