Isaiah Vantas
Interactions with Lillith's squad
@sMoKeActions effect Jackson & Raven
@A Tattooed Girl || Shade
@Thundercrash*Some minutes before the attack*
Isaiah dug through the wreckage, glad for the smoke and dust that still filtered through from the smoking trucks around him. He had begun to scavenge what he could, picking up three intact assault rifles, relevant ammo, two side arms, and three pokeballs, two of which were damaged and unusable. Whether pokemon were inside them was another question. The third was empty however, and Isaiah gave a silent shout in happiness as he shrunk the thing and pocketed it.
He stood up, about to leave when he heard leaves rustle. He turned, seeing a small blue mushroom thing partially hidden behind a tree. A tiny bit of blood seemed to be marking the crown of the shroom. Curiosity hit Isaiah and he headed over, kneeling to pick it, when he realized it was actually a pokemon.
"Oh, look at you, out here alone.... You were in one of these I bet..." He motioned to one of the broken pokeballs on the ground. The ralts stared up at him, the red eyes showing under the crown of the head.
Ralts and its evolutions had a peculiar ability to sense emotions and intentions of those around them, and so this ralts knew that Isaiah wouldn't hurt her. Isaiah smiled down at the pokemon and wiped away the blood to see a moderate sized laceration that had stopped bleeding now.
"Why don't you come with me, and we can get you patched up?" He offered the ralts his hand, and the ralts nuzzled it gently. Isaiah then picked up the pokemon and placed him in his hood, so that ralt's head just barely cleared the top of Isaiah's.
Just then however, all hell broke loose some yards away from him.
*During the attack*
Isaiah had a selfish thought the moment havoc erupted. He was glad he had left the group behind minutes earlier to go scavenge. He was a good 60 yards away or so, close enough to see what was happening, far enough to not be in it. Still, he couldn't hear anything after the explosion, which had happened close enough that Isaiah now had first degree burns on his face and hands.
"What to do, what to do...." Isaiah mumbled to himself glancing about and shifting to get a view of the clearing. He could see two of the soldiers, the ones nearest him, advancing on the group. Only luck, smoke, and the positioning of himself and the trucks had kept them from noticing him thus far.
"Forgive me...." Was all he said as he pulled one of the small bullpop assault rifles that had been in his backpack, the ones scavenged from the soldiers.
Isaiah slid a clip into place with a metallic click, pulled back the charging handle to load in a bullet, and pulled the trigger once, sending a bullet into the back of one soldier's head.
"Ralts, teleport!" He yelled, still unable to hear, and therefore speaking far to loudly. Ralts did so, taking them some twenty yards into the forest, out of the line of sight of the soldiers.
Isaiah prepared to reenter the fray, a somewhat sadistic grin on his face. He was ready to kill them all....
Ralts shivered, hating the emotions coming from her new friend....