Error 404; Dawn Of The Devils / The Angels' Journey!

Mika smiled impishly. An afternoon without the supervision of Euphie or Gabe meant an afternoon that involved him chasing Pokemon.
Mika waved his hands in the air, a white walking stick appearing in his hand, and a similiar top hat on his head.
"Here we go~!" Mika shouted, in a voice mimicking Excalibur of the Soul Eater fame.
He was answered with a puzzled expression from Mason, and a glowering one from Amelia.
"Oh, em... Sorry, that was silly..." Mika said meekly.
Just stick to what's popular. Mika thought.
Insanity Wolf barked at the trio, from a restless crouch a few metres away. Mika began walking, at an awkward half-running pace. Insanity Wolf walked by Mika's side now, his chronically bloodshot eyes glaring at passing Pokemon. Mika had (finally) noticed why Insanity was acting on edge. The change that had affected Gabe's companions had affected Insanity as well.
"You don't look too different." Mika said, smiling at the scariest Mighteyena he'd seen.
He simply growled in response.
"It's something else." Insanity responded "I'm getting some nasty feeling from that forest area."
"He could be onto something." Amelia said, her striding form fluttering next the pair "There's been some destruction in that area of the site recently. Rather fishy, and no joy from the investigation either."
"Ooh, that's a good lead. What route is this again?"
"It's Route 314." Amelia said, without checking her Communicator.
"Well then,"Mika smiled "I better get texting!"

"My, my. That sure took its time. This is quite a lot of items." Will, with his usual slow but smooth pace of a walk, exited the item shop, his communicator still registering the items. He'd made sure that everyone had been given a healthy amount of stock. He considered that all the other Net Angel's Pokemon were of quite a high caliber and level - he'd taken that into consideration. Accessing the N.A. Store through his communicator, he checked his recently purchased items, and distributed them equally across his allies;

-10 Full Restores
-7 Full Heals
-3 Repels
-1 Escape Rope

It was the bare minimum, but in this world, the bare minimum was still considered a good thing to have. Will kept his communicator open, and decided to study up more on Pokemon and the odd rules surrounding them - until he received a message from Mika. It was a very odd message; then again, most messages fueled by the humor of the internet will be. A large chunk of text, something about lasers... This was indeed confusing to The Angel of The Kraft. Will then sighed when he saw a line above the maelstrom reading: "tl:dr - there's something up on route 314, if you've got the time, take a look!"

Will's communicator dissipated into the metal backs of his hands, and his wings unfolded, the wing's support already causing Will to float off the ground by a few centimeters. Will searched through the Minecraft session being played through his head - he was lucky to still have this. It's life was low, but it was usable none the less.

[transfer:Minecraft:DiamondSword]

Holding what had just teleported into a large, nearly turquoise broadsword, Will brandished his diamond sword with only one hand, and slowly ascended using his powerful pristine white wings. A quick gathering of surrounding led him to the forested area of Route 314. He landed hastily, and assessed the damage. Trees had been brought down, some of them uprooted - the only lead to the damage was the fact there were claw marks on some parts of the bark, and one or two large prints in the ground. There didn't seem to be anything that looked hostile around. Will decided to scan the area for anything hostile.

All of the remaining Angels went their respective ways, to do what they had thought of doing or had been told to do by apparently self-appointed leader Gabriel. Amelia didn't think of Gabriel as very fitting to be in command of a large group, but then again, he seemed open to advice and opinions- He let others do what they liked.

Both Mika and Mason stayed behind for a bit, along with Amelia and Oliver. There couldn't have been a larger contrast between the duo's, really; The incredibly gleeful Mika and the ever-smiling Mason as opposed to semi-serious Amelia and apparent emo-Angel Oliver.

'Here we go!' Mika exclaimed, his voice suddenly turning, but still sounding excited. At a flick of his wrist, and top hat and a walking cane suddenly adorned his outfit, for no particular reason that Amelia could find apart from the slightest hunch that Mika was about as strange as the Oracle could've possibly made any Angel.

Amelia just glared, making the situation slightly more awkward, but
they started walking nonetheless, with a slightly dissapointed-sounding mumble from Mika.

She led the way back the Town Center, where she thought a database would be most likely located. She went inside the main buildings in the centre, just taking short looks around while her Communicator snooped information of the databases in a wireless fashion, storing the information that corresponded with the search terms she had in mind.
Her communicator was efficient like that. It chose the five best articles, and uploaded it to her viewing screen, for her to read. The viewing screen in question was located in her contact lenses, allowing her to read them without having to move any limbs.

A little further into town, Mika noticed that his companion was getting a bit skippish- More so then usual, even. Mika commented that he didn't look all too different from his original form, which had seemed rather terrifying to Amelia, she had to admit- But he did make a pretty fierce-looking Mightyena.

The sentient wolf, in his raspy and aggressive voice, replied that it wasn't the change he'd gone trough. He was catching a negative vibe from a far-away forest area, that he vaguely pointed to with his nuzzle.

Amelia looked up from the news report she'd just been reading, surprised to find that what the wolf said corresponded with the given information. She regained her pace to join the two, after having fallen behind in the process of reading trough the article while evading the members of the public out on the street. 'He could be on to something.' Amelia said, glancing sideways at her colleague's canine companion.

'There's been some destruction in the area of that site, recently... Rather fishy, and no joy from the investigation either.' She continued.

'Oh, that's a good lead!' Mika said, obviously glad that they didn't have to wander around for much longer. 'What route is that?' Amelia didn't even have to look on her Communicator; She had a knack for multitasking and a good memory. 'Route 314.' She replied quickly.

'Well then, I better get texting!' Mika said, taking out his Com and starting to type frantically, giggling while doing so. Oliver, who had been slumping behind and had now finally caught up, joined the three again and the 'clique' was complete. Of course, Amelia and Mika had been the only ones really doing anything.

As they sat down outside an ice cream store with a rather tasty batch of fruit-flavoured ice, for a lack of better things to do, Amelia heard hasty footsteps and turned around to see a familiar face about to whizz past the quartet. She caught onto the girl's wrist, resulting into an almost perfectly anime-like scene where whe was stopped right in her tracks, her Communicator flying out of her hands and small trail of dust blowing up at her feet as she skid across the pavement tiles, only just keeping her balance. Without even getting up or looking, Oliver raised his hand and, while absentmindedly taking a lick of his strawberry-vanilla special, caught the PDA in mid-air.

There was a quiet moment of how the frak did he just do that?, before he simply put it on the table and Chiyoko finally got to greeting her aquaintances.

'Hey, guys!' She said, as picked up her Commuincator from the table. Amelia reached behind her and shoved a free seat to the table, prompting Chiyoko to sit down and rest for a moment. She didn't quite get why this girl was seemingly always in such a hurry, and so hasty; A moderate portion of the Angels had personalities that was based on their program instead of the opposite being true. What kind of program had this girl been assigned to to be like this, if she was one of those?

Amelia was just about to ask her, when there was a collective symphony from the Communicators. They'd all received some gear for their PokeMon from Michael. Shortly after that, they got a status report request from Gabriel. That guy had no patience.

He had a couple of nice other qualities, though.

~~~

As they left the storeboth Gabriel and Euphemia- And, most likely, all other Angels as well- received a note from Mika. Only moments before, he'd received the stuff for his Pokemon from Michael, which had been rather useful. Mika's post was not quite as orderly as his, though, as was to be expected, but the general gist was a ruckus in a faraway forest that needed checking out. He considered it, but decided to check in with the others first.

<iniating_convo:H469=surfingBondgirl>
irregularHarper said: Wow, okay.
surfingBondgirl said: Hm?
irregularHarper said: This'll take some getting used to. There've been a lot of revamps in my abscense.
surfingBondgirl said: We do have to keep with the times.
irregularHarper said: True enough. Anyway, where are you guys at?
surfingBondgirl said: Vanilluxe Ice Salon, I'll send you the coordinates.
irregularHarper said: Great, thanks! See you in a bit~

(OOC; Angels, now with 39% more chumHandles!)

The sun had really started to shine as they sat down, or at least once Mika had grown slightly accustomed to the Pokemon which flocked the surroundingsof his group. His group consisting of the serious Angel Amelia, the so-far quiet Angel Mason, and the gloomy, trudging form of Oliver. And the recent addition to the investigation party, cute but flustered Chiyoko. Mika quietly smiled up at the sky, as if the clouds were circling around his sunbeam of a smirk. The whole site had become a personal favourite of Mika's, but now as he had time to spend in it, in spite of it being work-time, he adored it. It's effect seemed to be infectious. Chiyoko was playing with a passing Pachirisu from her seat, and Amelia had cast her not-so-dissaproving look over the area as she ate her ice-cream.

A number of minutes had slowly gone by as the group reclined. Amelia sighed, then slammed down the bowl that held her now-eaten icy aliment.

"I think we should take a walk!" she proclaimed, loud enough for more than her group to turn their heads. Despite the café goers looking-without-looking-too-obviously, Amelia paraded the disgruntled party from their comfortable, shaded stupors to a paved walkway.

"We have time for a walk, yeah?" Oliver asked, not looking up from his glare in his direct front.
"Plenty you big mope." Amelia replied.

Oliver shot her a stare of venom. Mika and Chiyoko stifled giggles. Amelia, simultaneously freezing hell, smiled. Mason just replied with his usual grin. And Insanity wolf sprayed chewed pavement and café table everywhere with a hearty villian's cackle.

The group encompassed quite a bit of ground on their travels. While Mika and Chiyoko chanted Nyan-Cat together, Amelia and the remaining team were silently surveying their area. Local authorities had done a pretty good job of covering the damage in the forest. Many residents frolicked with Pokemon everywhere, stopping only when the forests broke to devastated clearing. This where Amelia, Oliver, Mason, Mika, Chiyoko and Insanity looked upon, as they came to the end of their road.

There was silence.
Then there was Amelia
"Right, I'm done, let's go~!"