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while illeana and mare work on dealing with the flames, faba has begun her search for help.

it brings her toward a man with a mask, busying himself with rummaging through a curious case. the furret makes a sound of confusion toward the man, fluffy tail swishing from side to side. she wants to ask him what he's doing, why he's not helping her trainer. and so, with a determined face, she ventures forward to the man and gives him a nudge with a small paw. yips escape her mouth and she scurries about in circles, as if trying to explain even though it's futile. times like these she really wishes she could talk in way that humans would understand. it would save her so much time! except, luck seems to be on her side in this moment and the man turns toward her. his words are lost on the furret as she chitters excitedly at him, as if he finally got the message she was trying to convey. she's going to bring help back to her precious trainer! yay!

his aerodactyl seems to have other plans, however, as it steps forward with a menacing snap of sharp teeth. faba squeals and darts away, eyes turning into a pointed glare toward the prehistoric pokemon. how dare it give her such an aggressive display when she's only trying to get illeana help? did it not understand the situation? does she have to be more clear? her eyes barely catch sight of the electricity that begins to crawl from its jaws at first, distracted by her own thoughts. it's only when it hobbles closer, dangerous eyes gleaming, that she begins to understand.

these aren't friends. they aren't going to help. she's in trouble. run.

she doesn't get very far, however, as the aerodactyl has gotten too close for her to escape now. and so, with the loudest cry she can muster, she calls toward her trainer for help, for safety, for survival. the sound echoes throughout the space and with that accomplished, the furret begins to dart around the aerodactyl, zigzagging in a way that she hopes will make it difficult for the fossil to get. she just needs to dodge until illeana gets here. she can manage that, right? her trainer will come save her soon.

the familiar cry reaches illeana's ears and she startles, head whipping around in alarm. where's that coming from? where's faba? did she find help or something else? oh god. her legs move before she has time to think, scrambling toward the direction the furret had disappeared in. please be okay, please be okay...

"faba?" she calls out, voice trembling. a few more moments pass of searching before the woman manages to find her furret. only... when she does find her pokemon, the normal type isn't alone. she's darting around an aerodactyl, one that is currently trying to snap electrified teeth down onto the ferret's skin. no, no, no. "what do you think you're doing?!" fury rises in her body, overtaking any other feelings. she shakes as she approaches, steely eyes narrowed into daggers. "leave her alone! how dare you? she was only trying to get help, not attacked," she snaps. faba darts toward her, a soft whimper escaping as she retreats. "why are you wearing a mask? did you know this fire was going to happen?" after a pause, she begins to put together assumptions. "wait," illeana gasps, eyes widening as realization settles in. "did you start this?"

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is it rude of her to stare? she can't help it. this whole situation is baffling... why is he just lounging on a case and mocking his pokemon? is that a normal thing to do? she doesn't understand, probably never would. what she does know, however, is that this man is trouble and she wants nothing more than to leave.

illeana stays silent as he babbles to his pokemon, faba trying to scurry back toward the safety of her legs. her stare is judgmental and yet, she almost feels sorry for him and his pokemon. who made him this way? is this what could happen to anyone...? before she can contemplate further, he grumbles toward her, a question that she doesn't think he really wants the answer to. and yet, she gives him one anyway with her hands placing themselves firmly on her hips. "i was passing by and decided to help," she retorts, as if it's the most common answer to give. "who cares if i'm not fire force? if i can help, then i'm going to help." her statement is firm, leaving no room for debate. she'll help as much as she can, as long as she can. it's the only thing she can do.

faba manages to get closer to her while she speaks, the small furret almost cowering on the ground by this point. those teeth look even more menacing than before... is that even possible? illeana glances down toward the normal type with softer eyes, a look reserved for her pokemon alone. "it's alright," she murmurs, keeping her voice low and relatively soothing.

"look," she sighs, his snarl managing to make her back down just a fraction. "you seem to be the only person around here not concerned about the fire. that, logically, leads me to believe you started this." she tries to maintain a dignified response toward him. it's difficult but somehow she manages... at least, until he starts speaking again. her body seems to freeze as he speaks, the idea of him leaving now suddenly impossible for her to grasp. there's no way he could just leave without helping, without doing something about the fire. does he not care about the people here? the pokemon that are scrambling for their lives? how dare he.

another surge of anger begins to rise and she struggles to keep it in check, to keep herself from breaking into something she doesn't want to be. "how could you leave these people to suffer? do you have no decency?" her voice breaks as she speaks and she ignores it in favor of crossing her arms over her chest. she'll stop him, she has to. "no," she breathes, an attempt at standing her ground. she won't move out of his way, won't give him the chance to just leave this fire blazing. his pokemon begin to move and she finds herself in the direct line of fire. the foamy mass of brine hits her head on, washing over her body and leaving her drenched. illeana stumbles slightly, the strength behind the move coming as an unexpected force. faba begins to dart around beside her, panic rising in the small ferret with each passing second. what should faba do? protect her trainer? she can't fight very well... oh god.

rocks begin flying, quite literally, toward them in the scuffle and illeana can't bite back the shriek that escapes her throat. it's a panicked sound that sends faba into action, a blind endeavor to protect her dear trainer. it doesn't matter that there's rocks flying toward them, breaking the ground apart and knocking into her body with such force it's difficult to move. no, the furret doesn't care. she only needs to protect illeana. protect protect protect. "faba, no," the woman cries, scrambling after her pokemon. "it's dangerous. please, no." faba won't listen, however, and she approaches the aerodactyl with a quick attack. her little legs scurry as fast as they can and she launches herself toward the prehistoric creature if only to stop the onslaught of attacks. it might be futile, it might be dangerous, but it's all faba can do.

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faba uses quick attack in an attempt to stop one!

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a scoff escapes illeana at his words. her, a hero? no way. she's the farthest thing from a hero... "no," she retorts, facial features beginning to morph into a scowl. "you don't have to be a hero to help someone in danger." or is she just naive? does she not understand what heroes stand for? perhaps. she had never really given it much thought before. she just... knew she wanted to help people, keep them safe from the cruelty of the world. in the end, it turns out that she had been the one in need of saving all along.

he begins to laugh at her, a mocking sound that rings in her ears. she understands his stance to some degree, finds it to be something that others might even agree with. some require rewards for being good, for putting themselves into the line of fire for the sake of others. she, personally, has never seen much of an attraction toward that notion. it feels dirty to accept money for doing the right thing. ah, but that's the thing about morals in the end... the right thing for her is certainly not the right thing for him. and so, with a hardened stare, she replies. "you never know," is all she offers, all she wants to say on the subject.

the man stalks closer, a predator closing in on his prey, and she can't stop the tremble that rises. her hands shake with each step he takes and oh god, is this what a mouse feels like in the face of a cat? her eyes widen as he taunts her. his tone is... excited? he enjoys this? her terror is amusing to him? she's revolted by the thought, a wave of nausea overwhelming her and leaving her firm in her place. her legs have managed to steady themselves after the onslaught of attacks. thankfully, she isn't in the dirt yet. her body is holding strong despite the absolute dread. "stop it," she whimpers. she doesn't know how to fight, whether it's with pokemon or with another human being. she's not prepared for this, not equipped to handle such a task. "i don't -- i don't want to fight you!"

her words don't stop him. instead, his pokemon joins his side and she can't bring herself to move. god, move legs! damn it! come on... an almost inaudible whimper escapes as they get close enough for an attack to land. sharp claws lash out at her and oh god does it hurt. her arms fly up in a feeble attempt to protect herself, the fabric of her shirt getting torn apart in the process. each hit seems to be stronger, faster, even more agonizing. blood drips down her arms and she winces, chest heaving as she struggles to keep herself from shrieking. don't give him the satisfaction, illie. don't do it.

except, she does scream anyway and the claws just keep coming. a barrage of razor sharp appendages slice through her skin with ease and she stumbles. is her entire body cut now? it feels like it... every inch of her hurts and she's certain the dampness is from her own blood. god, is she going to die here?

faba's attacks have managed to do nothing to the aerodactyl. in fact, she's certain she's only managed to anger the prehistoric creature more. still... she has to protect her trainer. speaking of her trainer... she glances toward illeana only to watch as a fury cutter tears her skin apart and it's almost as if the world stops spinning. faba lets out a sharp snarl and tries to dart toward her trainer. she must protect her, must save her from these villains. except, she doesn't get far at all as a large foot smothers her progress. she's trapped, encased by the large appendage and all she can do is squirm beneath the pressure. squeals of pain begin to escape her, soft at first until they rise in volume to become agonizing shrieks. it hurts it hurts it hurts! her body continues to flail and thrash, anything to get away and to illeana. instead of freedom, however, she finds herself deeper in trouble as the aerodactyl's jaw begins to crackle with electricity. the same attack from before... last time, it hadn't hit her. this time is different...

as the charged jaws clamp down onto her body, faba screams and it sounds amplified. a hyper voice escapes her and if she can't get away, if she can't knock the aerodactyl away... the least she can do is attempt to get help. mare should still be around the fire, right? her voice should reach the vaporeon... it has to. they won't make it otherwise. the scream fades and the furret squirms beneath the pressure of both jaws and talons. oh god, it hurts. please make it stop.

"stop it," illeana screams, her voice hysterical now. she's sobbing, legs finally giving out as her body crumbles to the ground. "you're hurting her! stop it!" her precious furret, her precious faba. please, no no no. a wail escapes her and she's scrambling, stumbling toward her pinned pokemon with numb legs and bleeding arms. panic has taken hold of her by now and oh god it's so hard to move. her legs are heavy and she can barely breathe and oh my god faba. another sob escapes her and she can't bring herself to move fast enough to save the furret. "please... stop." it comes out broken as her feet slip out from under her and she's tumbling toward his legs, face hitting into the ground. does she look as weak as she feels? is this it? oh god.

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the blows don't stop and she's screaming with each one, each swipe of sharp claw against skin. god, she must look like a pathetic mess right now... all blood and tears. and yet, she can't focus on anything other than trying to get to faba. illeana struggles to get up, to do anything other than collapsing and god it's so hard. her legs have no strength left by now. the pain is draining her of more than just sticky red liquid and she can barely even focus on the sound of his voice. his words echo in her ears over the shrill shrieks that claw out of her throat. when you can't win, this is what happens. you get beaten, torn, bruised. it makes sense and realistically, she should have already understood that lesson. her mind offers flashes of old memories as if to make his point more clear and she winces. please, no.

suddenly, the claws stop slicing and she stares as he leans against his armaldo. the scent of blood clings to the air, heavy and metallic and oh god she can practically taste it. nausea rises instantly and she gags, doubling over as two hands rise to cover her mouth. the woman tries to swallow it back, tries to keep herself from vomiting at his feet. somehow she manages and with a shaky breath, she slowly straightens to stare at him once more. her hands fall away and leave bloody trails across her cheeks, the smell stronger now. ugh, it's revolting... breathe, illie, breathe.

"i'm," she gasps, pausing in a feeble attempt to even out her shaky voice. "i'm not -- i'm not fighting you." even without her current state, she wouldn't stoop to his level. no. she won't, she can't. a pained hiss escapes her as she tries to gather herself and stand. her legs wobble and although it had been a good effort, she finds her body rushing back to the ground again. dirt blends with blood and oh god it stings to be in the dirt.

as illeana struggles against his trainer, the aerodactyl clamps down on faba's body with predatory teeth and she's screaming again. her furry body squirms against the prison of his mouth and it hurts. everything hurts and yet, her mind is focused solely on her trainer. illeana's screams play on repeat in the furret's mind and she tries to fight harder, tries to thrash about so violently that he'll have to release her. except, he doesn't. instead, he takes them away from the ground to meet the sky... absolute terror takes hold of her and her body begins to freeze, unable to do anything besides hang from his mouth. please, let go... her trainer needs her...

his glower is met with a watery glare, tears streaming down her face. everything hurts and it's getting harder to breathe now. smoke and pain, pain and smoke. she begins to cough and as her hands rise toward her mouth again in a feeble attempt to cover it, he speaks again and her attention is immediately grabbed away. her eyes widen, practically bursting from their sockets, as his aerodactyl shoots away from the ground, taking faba with him. oh god. nononononono. please. no. "stop it! stop him, please!" she shrieks, scrambling against the ground once more. "he'll kill her! put her down! stop it!"

her pleas fall on deaf ears. instead of trying to stop the prehistoric pokemon, this man simply grabs her body and hauls her off the ground. another scream escapes as his hands land on her open wounds, pain causing her vision to go dark for a moment. "don't touch me!" she wails and as her feet begin to kick out at him, at anything she can possibly hit, her eyes roll up toward the sky to scan for faba.

as the two pokemon soar higher into the sky, faba has the brief realization that this isn't going to end well. she understands what's going to come and yet, her thoughts aren't about herself anymore. no, she's concerned with illeana. will this man take her trainer? will he kill the woman too? oh god, anything but that... her precious trainer doesn't deserve this. with one last glance toward the ground, toward illeana as she struggles against the man's hold, faba finds herself hoping for the best. maybe her trainer will be okay... maybe this man won't hurt her anymore. and just before the jaw of this beast slackens, trainer and pokemon lock eyes. time seems to stop for the furret and she just hopes that illeana will know with this last look that she loves her, that she would do anything for her.

the sickening crack is loud, deafening, and illeana loses it.

she screams, bloodcurdling and horrified. it echoes against the trees, uprooting nearby birds from their nests, and her body gives up on its struggle. he... he killed her. oh god oh god oh god. she doubles over, a hysterical mess and her sobs only cease for a mere moment as bile fights its way out of her throat. how could he do that? how could anyone? she was only trying to protect her trainer... mangled sobs are the only noises that escape her now as she weakly tries to crawl away from him, her eyes never leaving the lifeless body. she has to get to her, has to mourn her, has to... bury her.

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faba dies on impact... illeana refuses to leave her :c

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it feels like the world stops in that moment. the sound of her furret's body colliding with the ground replays over and over and over. oh god, how could this happen? a strangled sob escapes as the man continues to talk. it's all drowned out by the sound of a life ending, simply nothing more than white noise in the background. whatever he's saying, whatever words are flying from his mouth... she doesn't care. she can't focus on him anymore, can't even look up at him as bloody fists curl into the dirt. her teeth grit together and it's painful to even attempt to get up. her body practically flops back down into the puddle of red liquid with a sickening squelch and oh god she wants to throw up. it feels revolting around her, sticky and warm and please get her out of here.

she tries to move again, head starting to feel fuzzy and overwhelmed. is it the wounds or the overpowering grief? is it fear? her body trembles with each clumsy attempt at lifting her body weight up. in the end, she'll simply crawl the distance to faba's body but right now, in this moment, she has to try to stand. illeana has nothing left to give, however, and her body merely continues to give out on her. the cuts feel agonizing now as dirt and grime cake the surface of her skin. god, it feels like her entire body is on fire. would it have just been better if he left her to the flames instead? perhaps she would have even thanked him...

their celebration is observed by half-lidded eyes, a combination of fatigue and blood loss beginning to take its heavy toll on the woman. she can barely even focus on these monsters now. her eyes keep drifting away, vision growing fuzzier with each passing minute. the urge to sleep crawls over her with gentle fingers and she wants to give in, wants to sleep and pretend this has all been a hellish nightmare. except, it's real and she can't rest until she feels that familiar fur between her fingers.

the beginning of a scream begins to erupt from her throat as she begins to crawl her way to her fallen furret. it's snuffed out by her teeth clamping down on her bottom lip and she's faintly aware of the once smooth skin splitting open beneath the pressure of her teeth but she doesn't care. she can't care about herself right now, only faba. nothing but faba. she has to get there, has to hold her.

if he leaves while she struggles to crawl against the ground, she doesn't notice. no, she's in her own world, sheer determination driving her exhausted and torn body forward. fabafabafaba. must. get. there.

it takes what feels like an eternity before she finally manages to get close enough to the lifeless body and when she does... the wail that escapes is deafening. her throat feels like sandpaper by now and everything hurts oh god she can't handle it anymore. and yet, she reaches out anyway with shaking red hands, searching for the soft furret fur. another sob escapes as she finds faba, fingers digging into the fur as she struggles to pull her body closer. her poor baby...

by now, two hours have passed and she has passed out, mind slipping under as it finally gives in to the pressure of these events. mare finds her a few moments later, unconscious and curled around her dead furret. the vaporeon brings help but it's too late. the damage is already done, the life already lost.

Rex Drago
illie just kinda passes out curled around faba ;u;
we can end this here if you'd like~

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