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We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too,
But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints,
Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints;
While it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' “Tommy, fall be'ind”,
But it's “Please to walk in front, sir”, when there's trouble in the wind,
There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's trouble in the wind,
O it's “Please to walk in front, sir”, when there's trouble in the wind.
Tommy – Rudyard Kipling
Chapter 4
“What did you decide to name her?” Winston settled the platter on the table and watched as Paul scooped a portion onto the Titodile’s chunk of bread. She licked her lips slowly as she watched with hungry eyes.
Slitted eyes flicked up to his and then back to her bread. “Master Paul has decided that I am to be called Deirdre, boss.”
Alice was watching Deirdre carefully. She reached for the platter as she asked, “Paul is your master?”
Deirdre nodded slowly, still watching her bread. “He is indeed.” She glanced at Alice. “Is Master Winston your master?”
Alice smiled. “It’s more complicated than that but, yes, I guess you could call him that.” She glanced at him. “I wouldn’t,” she muttered.
“I wouldn’t want you to,” he whispered back. She looked pleased with his response.
Paul handed Deirdre the bread and she crammed it into her mouth. He shrugged as he watched her eat. “Ok, so I need to work on her manners. Rome wasn’t built in a day.”
Winston was watching the gape of her jaws. “I wasn’t worried about her table skills. Watching her eat, that’s impressive. Remember how Vinnie could get a whole Big Mac into his mouth at once? She just beat that without even trying.” He shook his head and watched her teeth mesh together as she chewed. “I don’t think I’d be asking her for oral sex.”
Paul grinned. “Me either. One slip and they’d be calling me stubby.”
Deirdre grinned back at him. “I wouldn’t do that, boss. I don’t want you to be stubby.” She patted his hand. “You have a nice cock, boss. I like it and it likes me.”
Paul turned beet red and sank down in his chair. Winston suppressed a smile and could see Alice doing the same thing.
“Ok.” Winston tried to keep any humor out of his voice. “We were considering an RV and a trip south. Has anything changed in regards to that?”
Paul looked up but before he could answer they heard a car pull into the yard. Winston frowned and grabbed his rifle.
As he stepped outside, he recognized the blonde curls getting out of the Toyota immediately. “Peggy. What brings you out here?”
She frowned. “Paul didn’t come home last night.” Peggy was an attractive woman, tall and leggy with shoulder length curls and blue eyes. Usually she had a pleasant smile; right now her face was tight with anger mingled with a tiny bit of worry.
Winston hesitated. “That was my fault. I was under the impression that you two were drifting apart and suggested he spend some time here.”
She looked at him evenly. “You think we’re drifting apart, do you?”
Winston didn’t back down. “It’s true, right?”
She looked away first. “Yes. He’s just a kid and he’s so damned attached to you, I’m not sure I can compete.” She turned back to him with an angry look. “You two are lovers, aren’t you?”
Winston looked startled and then shook his head. “You are not losing him to another man, Peggy. Paul and I have been friends since the second grade, but not like that; neither one of us swings that way.” He frowned as a thought struck him. “You’re not losing him at all, are you? You’re letting him go.”
“What do you mean by that?” she asked defensively.
“You’re planning on leaving, probably soon. Have you asked him to go with you?”
“No. The real world wouldn’t understand our relationship.”
Winston suddenly understood. “If you are going to try to tell me that you are ashamed of fucking my friend then perhaps you should just leave.”
She blinked at the venom in his voice. “I don’t see why this is any of your business.”
“Paul is my friend. If you are ashamed to be with him, then you should have never taken him to your bed, Peggy.”
“A woman has needs.”
“Get a vibrator.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I want to talk to Paul.” She started to step around him and paused when he moved to block her.
“He’s got a girlfriend.”
“What did you say?”
“You heard me. He got a girlfriend yesterday.”
“I’m his girlfriend.”
“Not anymore.” Winston tried to be nice about it. “He knows you’re dumping him and decided it would be best if he didn’t force you to throw him out.”
She raised an eyebrow. “That’s sounds like something you’d do. He doesn’t think that far ahead.”
“I advised him.”
She looked at him thoughtfully. “You advised him to get this over. Ok. Now I don’t have a boyfriend.” She gave him a curious look. “What are you doing today?”
Winston was so not going there. “I have a girlfriend, too.”
Peggy laughed. “Right. You’ve been avoiding girls so much we’ve all been wondering if you were gay.” She smirked. “I said you weren’t cute enough to be gay. But you are good looking enough to be mine.”
“I’m his girlfriend and I don’t share.” Winston thought he heard Alice mutter something additional. It sounded like “bitch”.
He glanced over his shoulder. Alice looked good in her denim skirt and flannel shirt. She’d put on his cowboy hat and it hid her folded back ears.
Peggy blinked and put her hands on her hips. “And just who the hell are you? I’ve never seen you before.”
“You’re right.” Alice moved to stand next to Winston. “I’m Alice. Alice Raikes.”
“Peggy Thorpe.” Peggy eyed her. “So, you’re Winston’s woman. Are you Paul’s, too?”
Alice gave him a look that asked why Paul had taken up with this woman. Winston had wondered that himself. He figured it was all about the car. She brushed her fingers against his and nodded slightly.
“No, I’m not. Deirdre is his girl.”
“I want to meet this Deirdre.” Peggy was looking at Winston.
He shook his head. “No, you really don’t.” Peggy had the standard feelings toward pokegirls. Hatred probably wouldn’t be too extreme a word to use to describe them.
Peggy glared at him. “You say I don’t want to meet her. Why the hell wouldn’t I?”
“Just trust me on this one. You don’t.”
“Peggy, she’s a pokegirl.” It was Paul. He folded his arms. “Winston knows how you feel about them and didn’t want you hurt any more than necessary.” He gave her a defiant look. “You are in the process of dumping me and I decided that I wasn’t going to wait until the end. We went out to do some work for Old John and it turns out he had a pokegirl problem, which we took care of. In the process, I ended up with her and now she’s mine.”
“She’s another big titted cow like Mark’s, isn’t she?” Peggy spat.
“Bessie is a Milktit,” replied Winston, “and no, Deirdre isn’t one of those. She’s blue, scaly and about five feet tall.”
“You replaced me with a GECKO?” Veins bulged in Peggy’s face.
Alice frowned. “Gecko’s aren’t blue and Deirdre’s a Titodile.”
Peggy suddenly sat on the hood of her car. “She’s a titowhat?”
“Titodile.” Paul showed no signs of wanting to approach his former girlfriend. “She’s a water type.”
Peggy put her head in her hands. “I’ve been replaced by a lizard,” she moaned. Her head jerked up. “At least dump me for a human, you bastard! A real woman, for God’s sake. Someone who’s hot. Someone like her!” She pointed at Alice as she almost shrieked at Paul.
Alice gave Winston a helpless look. He lifted his shoulders slightly and gave a tiny shake of his head. She nodded.
Paul unfolded his arms. “Peggy, just go. Take the Firebird and leave. It’s what you really want. Not me.”
Peggy gave him a look of disbelief. “You’d give me the car without a fight?” There was no disguising the naked hunger in her voice.
Paul looked slightly disgusted. “Take it before I change my mind.” He tossed her the keys and watched her almost run for the Firebird.
Winston took a deep breath. “Leave the keys to your Toyota so I can move it out of the way.”
Her throw almost took him in the face. “Keep it!” She jumped in the Firebird and tires spat gravel as she raced off.
Paul sighed and jumped as arms went around him from behind. “Master Paul not be angry. Does Master Paul want Deirdre to eat Peggy bitch?”
Winston and Alice leaned against each other as they laughed at her question. Paul turned in her arms and hugged her back. “No, I don’t. She’d probably just give you indigestion.”
Alice whispered to Winston. “She’s serious, you know. She’d kill Peggy and eat her if he wants.”
“I thought she was.” Winston whispered back. “I’ll talk to him about being careful about what he says around her. Do I need to worry about that with you?”
She kissed his ear gently. “I’m not interested in eating Peggy. Now, ask me about you.”
***
“Welcome to Yakima,” Paul said sourly. “Home of Yakimanians.” Deirdre giggled and leaned against him. He scratched the side of her neck. “I think I’m getting used to having her around pretty quickly.” He glanced up at Winston. “Thanks.”
Winston gave him a smile. “I think the two of you make a lovely couple. The blue really sets off your eyes.”
Paul looked startled. “You aren’t gay, are you?”
Alice grinned. “You can rest assured that he’s not. He’s not even bisexual. I’ve proven that conclusively.” She winked. “Besides, you’re completely safe right now.”
“I am?”
She nodded. “If his three favorite fantasy women worshipped at his groin right now, all they’d get is disappointed.”
“Huh?”
Winston gave both of them a slightly annoyed look. “Do you really want to know the details?”
Paul frowned and then grinned suddenly. “Oh, I get it. No, not really. I think I’m good without them.”
“Yeah, I thought you might be.”
Paul looked curious as he looked around. “We haven’t seen many people. How many do you think survived?”
Winston gave him a grave look. “Not many. The last official reports I saw online about the Red Plague have given it a fatality rate of over ninety percent . Since Yakima county originally had about 230,000 people, it’s likely there are somewhere between seventeen and eighteen thousand survivors. Yakima proper probably has around six thousand or so. That would mean that Yakima itself lost over 65,000 people.” His shoulders hunched slightly. “Most of the survivors probably fled towards Seattle or Portland. Everyone seems to think they’ll be safe in the big cities, but they’re wrong. Seattle and Portland are just as full of the dead and since they had larger populations, they’re far worse off than here.”
“Why haven’t we seen any corpses?”
“They’re out there. They’re mostly in the houses and hospitals.” He grinned. “Wanna stop and see?”
Paul turned slightly green. “Fuck you.”
“Pass.”
They did see a handful of people during the drive through Yakima and a couple of houses with smoke curling from chimneys. Other than that, it was quiet.
The RV dealership looked abandoned, but Winston and Alice explored the place quickly while Paul and Deirdre waited with the truck.
Winston glanced at Alice as they searched the offices. “Something doesn’t feel quite right.”
She glanced at him from under the brim of her cowboy hat. “Are you telling me that you feel it too?”
“I feel something.” He shrugged. “I’m not sure, but it feels like we’re being watched.”
Alice grabbed his arm. “Are you psychic?”
“Wouldn’t I have known you were going to ask that if I were?”
She blinked and smiled. “Maybe. I’ll have to keep a closer eye on you.”
“I’m not sure that’s possible. I don’t think I’ve been out of your sight since we met, except to use the toilet.” He frowned. “And you aren’t going to watch me do that, either. Let’s get moving. We’ll need to locate where they kept the keys.”
They met Paul and Deirdre in the lobby. Winston frowned. “I thought you were going to stay in the truck until we finished checking the place out?”
“I was.” He gestured outside. “The people with the automatic weapons convinced me to come in after all.” Deirdre was watching behind him and hissing slightly.
Winston looked out the lobby window. Several people with M-16s were standing out there. Two of them were peering in the windows of the camper shell on his truck. “Shit.”
“Uh-huh.” Paul shrugged. “They say they just want to talk. Oh, and they want you to put your rifle down.”
Winston sighed and leaned his rifle against the window where it could be seen. “That which doesn’t kill me will definitely piss me off,” he muttered as he stepped outside. Alice touched the butt of her pistol, sighed, and followed him outside.
Winston looked around. “Who is in charge here?”
A woman stepped forward. “I’m Kelly.” She stuck out her hand. Winston took it, figuring that her action along with the fact that nobody was pointing a gun at him probably was a good sign.
“I’m Winston and this is Alice.” Alice also shook hands with her. “What did we do wrong?”
The woman smiled grimly at the two of them. “You were stealing Capitol League equipment.”
Winston blinked. Leagueists. Three years before, some surviving part of the United Nations had declared all current governments unfit. They’d divided the world up into Leagues. Most people were too busy trying not to get eaten to pay much attention to them. Apparently these people approved.
He was of two minds about the whole thing, but suspected that there wouldn’t be any real difference with a new group in charge. They had a strange way of looking alike from where he stood. He hadn’t considered that, when the world started dying, people would look to whoever seemed to know the most. The UN group had been studying pokegirls and the threats they’d posed, so they suddenly seemed like a sure thing bet.
“We haven’t stolen anything.” Yet, he thought to himself.
Kelly was a tall leggy redhead who could be quite attractive if she hadn’t been smirking at him that way, he decided. “Yet,” she echoed unknowingly.
“I didn’t know the League had a claim to these vehicles, but if so, then we’ll just leave.”
She looked surprised. “You’re not going to argue with me?”
“No. You’ve got automatic weapons and all I’ve got is a pistol. This isn’t the time to get argumentative.”
Kelly nodded. “You’ve got a pokegirl.” She looked over his shoulder to the lobby.
Winston carefully avoided looking at Alice. “We do, but she’s Paul’s and if you try to take her, we won’t be happy.”
Kelly gave him a grin. “And just how would you stop us?”
Winston sighed and scratched his neck as he looked over his shoulder at Deirdre and Paul. When he turned back, his hand just naturally dropped to the butt of his pistol where it rode in a tactical holster on his chest and he let the motion of his body pull it free. When he’d finished moving, the pistol was aimed across his chest at Kelly. She blinked in surprise. “I couldn’t stop you all, but I could damn well promise you personally wouldn’t live to use her.” Her people froze.
She swallowed slowly. “What kind of pistol is that?”
“It’s a .50 caliber automatic,” Alice replied. “We pokegirl hunters want maximum takedown power in a pistol.”
“Pokegirl hunters? Sure you are.” One of Kelly’s men snapped.
He started to raise his rifle and Kelly almost yelped. “Don’t do it!” Winston had taken up the slack and a red dot had appeared on her chest. He didn’t want to kill her, but Deirdre was family now and he wasn’t giving her up.
“I think your people should ground their weapons.” Winston smiled at Kelly. “We don’t want anyone getting hurt by accident, now do we?”
Kelly nodded slowly. “You heard the man, put them down. Carefully.” Rifles got laid on the ground.
Paul and Deirdre came outside to join them. Paul carried Winston’s rifle and looked ready to use it. He glanced at Winston. “What now?”
Kelly smiled. “How about you put that thing away and we talk about you being a pokegirl hunter.”
Alice grimaced. “He is a pokegirl hunter and he’s got four to his credit, two kills and two captures.” Winston glanced at her and put the pistol up. Everyone relaxed a bit as the tension dropped.
Kelly’s eyes widened. “Four? That’s pretty impressive. What were they?”
“Some of those chickens, I’ll bet.” It was the mouthy guy.
“We’ve killed a Tigress and an Umbrea and captured a Titodile and a Bunny,” Alice explained simply. Apparently the Chickenlittle didn’t count.
“What’s that one?”
“Deirdre is the Titodile.”
Kelly looked curious. “What happened to the Bunny?”
Alice gave her a calculating look and took off her hat. “Nothing happened to me. I’m right here.”
Kelly and her men all jumped backwards. “Shit! I thought you were a real person!”
Alice put her hat back on. “You were supposed to. What I am is none of your business.”
Mouthy guy grinned maliciously. “I didn’t know they could talk. What else can they do?”
Deirdre gave him an unfriendly look. “Deirdre could eat you and show you what Deirdre can do.”
“Shut up, Jim.” It was another man. “The mayor will want to talk to, Winston, wasn’t it?” Winston nodded. “Kelly, maybe he can help us.”
Kelly nodded. “Winston, would you be willing to meet with the mayor? We’ve got a pokegirl problem and just maybe an experienced hunter like you could solve it for us.”
Winston gave Alice a “what have you gotten me into” look. “All right. Just understand we don’t work for free.”
Kelly smiled. “I’d have called you a fool if you did.” She looked thoughtful before glancing around the lot. “The mayor can dispose of League property,” she hinted softly.
Jim glared at her. “That’s up to mayor, isn’t it?”
Kelly shrugged. “Jim’s got a point. I can’t go obligating the mayor to anything. You’ll have to talk to him. Bring your truck and follow us.” She headed for a van that was parked on the corner. Her team scooped up their rifles and followed quickly.
Alice gave Winston a hard look. “If they’d had any training, there’s a good possibility you’d be dead right now.”
“I know.” He took a deep breath and let it out raggedly. “Someone was about to die and I’m glad it didn’t go that far. God, that was close.” He frowned. “Let’s go before we loose sight of them.”
Deirdre stepped in front of him, bringing him to a halt. She looked up into his eyes. “Boss willing to kill for Deirdre. Thank you.” She lunged forward and hugged him tightly.
Winston glanced over at Paul and when he saw his friend’s smile, hugged her back. “You’re one of us now, Deirdre; of course I’ll protect you.”
“Thank you,” she murmured against his chest and released him.
Winston glanced at Alice as he drove after the van. “So, what is this pokegirl hunter stuff?”
She pulled her broken arm into her lap so she could lean against him. “It sounds good and official. Besides, you do have a good record with pokegirls. As the military units fall apart, pokegirls are going to spread out and the ones that go feral will need to be dealt with.” She gave him a curious look. “Now that you know we are people too, do you want them to all be killed? Most humans aren’t going to have any idea of how to catch or bond us properly, so if you hunt pokegirls, you can teach as you go.”
Winston was silent for a couple of minutes as he drove. “This is likely to get me killed far sooner than I would otherwise.”
“Do you think that this is a worthy cause? If you do, then perhaps laying down your life for it isn’t the worst death you could have.” She snuggled against him. “I’m worried that if humans don’t have pokegirls to protect them, they’ll all die. Then all that will be left will be feral pokegirls.”
“I’m beginning to think that if I want to win one of these little discussions we have, I shouldn’t let you touch me during them.”
She smiled. “Do you think you can manage to do that?”
“Well, at least I shouldn’t be bored.”
“That’s the right attitude.” She kissed his cheek. “I’ll make sure you’re suitably rewarded.”
Paul looked over at them. “That doesn’t sound like fun. I’ll stick with winemaking, if we can get there.”
Winston nodded solemnly. “Paul, actually I’m all for that. The people doing the rebuilding are the ones that are going to make the real difference. If I do what Alice wants, I’ll just be trying to give people like you the time you need to get things started. That, and save the lives of some pokegirls and humans who would otherwise die.”
Paul looked stunned. “Me? Make a difference?”
“That’s right. If we can swing the vineyard, you’ll be making wine; growing grapes. I’ll also want to make medical alcohol from the leftovers. Plant some crops as well and you’ll be relatively self sufficient. Hopefully, eventually, you’ll be able to ship stuff to where it’s needed.” He shrugged. “People will need food and drink. They always have and they always will.”
The van took them into an affluent neighborhood and pulled through an open gate before heading up a long driveway and stopping in front of a rich looking manor.
Kelly and her men got out and were obviously waiting for him. “Paul, would you and Deirdre stay with the truck?”
Paul nodded. “No problem. I don’t want them to think I’m a pokegirl hunter too.”
He could hear Deirdre as he got out of the truck. “Deirdre want clothes, too.”
Alice chuckled. “It’s good to see a girl taking pride in her appearance.”
Kelly led them to the entrance and used the knocker on the door. A simply dressed man opened the door and she nodded. “We’re here to see His Honor.”
“This way.” He led them to an office. “Wait here.”
Winston glanced at Kelly. “How many people are still in Yakima?”
“We think there are around three thousand. Some have left and others don’t want to be counted.”
“With numbers that low, why does he have servants?”
She shrugged. “Some people are comfortable with change, others hate it. Tim was the mayor’s servant before Sukebe and he’s still here now.”
“What about you?”
Kelly smiled. “I’ve had a varied career before this. Now I’m the leader of the local Capitol League militia.”
“What is the pokegirl problem you mentioned earlier?”
She shook her head. “I think we should wait for the mayor before we discuss that.”
Tim returned, leading a distinguished looking black man. “His Honor Rudolph Taylor,” he announced loudly.
Mayor Taylor smiled. “Thank you, Tim.” He settled into the comfortable looking chair behind his desk and surveyed the room. “Colonel Turner.”
Kelly nodded. “Your Honor, this man claims to be a pokegirl hunter and that he can solve our pokegirl problem.”
Winston started to speak when Alice glanced at him. She smiled when he nodded. “Colonel Turner doesn’t exactly tell the truth, but we’re willing to help, Your Honor.”
“Who are you?” Intelligent brown eyes met Winston’s. “You look pretty young to me.”
“I’m Winston Archer and this is Alice Raikes. If I look young it’s because I am, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’ve taken down four pokegirls. The colonel here mentioned you have a pokegirl problem and I’m here to take care of it, if you hire me.”
The mayor pursed his lips. “Hire you? What would your services cost?”
Alice smiled. “That depends on the pokegirl we have to face. Some of them are quite powerful and entail a serious risk. If your militia couldn’t take her down, then she’s probably no pushover.”
The mayor nodded. “We’ve got some video of the pokegirl I can show you; then we can settle on a price.” He motioned to Kelly. “Colonel, if you would.”
Kelly turned on a television and VCR. The mayor smiled proudly. “We’ve managed to keep the power and water going so far by dispatching some personnel and militia to the John Day Dam on the Columbia River. The League is quite happy with us because of that. We’re contributing, even this terribly dark hour.”
“That’s definitely something to be proud of, Your Honor.” Winston nodded respectfully. “We need to get back everything that we can if we’re going to survive what’s coming.”
Mayor Taylor nodded his agreement. “What brings you to Yakima?”
“I’ll be heading south soon on a fairly long journey and I wanted to pick up an RV for the trip.” Winston smiled. “Yakima has a couple of dealers and I was exploring one of them when Kelly found me.”
Alice glanced at him. “We’ll be wanting an RV of our choice as part of the payment. If the pokegirl is relatively harmless that would be all we’d want, but you and I know she’s not.”
The mayor suddenly looked like he’d bitten into a lemon. “Colonel, are you ready?”
“Yes, sir.” Kelly started the video.
It had been shot at a fairly long distance with what looked like a standard video camera, so the image wasn’t the best. The frame jittered and jumped as the cameraman tried to keep the pokegirl in view.
The most obvious facts were that she was black and she was big. She easily towered over the cars she was moving past. Winston put her height at an easy ten feet.
The cars had been lined up to form an ad hoc wall and the pokegirl stopped in front of them, twisting her head as she looked up and down the line. There was a series of muffled popping noises as some hidden riflemen opened fire on her.
Winston couldn’t see any obvious reaction to the gunfire and if they were hitting her, it was having no effect that he could see. He glanced over at Kelly. “Are they using those M-16s?”
She nodded. “The bullets bounced right off.”
“Did you try armor piercing rounds?”
“We don’t have any.”
The pokegirl’s face twisted in frustration and she kicked one of the cars. The side crumpled and the vehicle jolted away from the impact in a spray of glass. She grinned and kicked it out of the way before heading towards a supermarket.
Alice looked at him. “I think that’s an Onyx. We should be able to handle her, but I think we’ll need Deirdre and Paul to catch her.”
Winston nodded. “What do you want done with her,” he asked the mayor.”
Taylor shrugged. “Just get rid of her.”
“It’ll be expensive. Onyx are powerful pokegirls and you don’t have the firepower to stop her.” Alice looked over at the mayor. “We want the RV, a full tank of fuel for it, a pound of real jewelry, and a week’s food for seven. We’ll want fresh food, not canned.”
Winston glanced at her. “We’ll also want some ammunition for our weapons and room and board while we’re hunting her. We’ll live on the RV, which will make things easier.”
The mayor gave them an amused look. “You’re asking for too much, but I suppose it’s a good starting point for negotiations.”
Winston pushed to his feet. “Alice.”
Taylor put up a hand. “Now you just wait a minute.”
Winston snorted. “I’m not the one over the barrel. You are. I’m not really asking for much, now am I? The only thing that might discomfit you is the fresh food. Everything else I’m willing to collect, if you tell your people to stay out of my way.”
Taylor gave him a searching look. “You’re sure that you can take care of the marauding pokegirl?”
Alice nodded. “We are.”
He nodded slowly. “Then what you’ve asked for is yours, once the job is done.”
Alice smiled and held out her hand. “Deal.”
***
ONYX, the Rock Giantess Pokégirl
Type: Humanoid
Element: Rock
Frequency: Extremely Rare
Diet: omnivore
Role: found in a variety of jobs where high strength is needed such as construction
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Bug, Electric, Fire, Flying, Ice, Poison, Rock
Weak Vs: Fighting, Ground, Plant, Steel, Water
Attacks: Bind, Throw, Pummel, Slam, Rock Throw, Harden
Enhancements: high density (x4); size increase (x2); armored skin
Evolution: None
Evolves From: Glass (normal)
Onyxes generally stand between 8' and 14'8" feet tall. Most look like very tall grey stone statues of women. Most have a set hair style that is literally set in stone. She cannot change it without a skilled sculptor, but she CAN regrow it back to its original form by consuming some rock. Her skin is generally light to medium gray, but it can change, based on what she eats.
Because of their density, some domesticates become quite irate when comments about their weight are made, even in the most gentle and subtle of fashions. However, only a very small number will ever remain so for more than a few months.
Some might assume her to be simply a larger version of the Marble, and they'd be partly right. Onyxes don't have the same level of regenerative abilities that Marbles do, but they do have the natural hard bodies and can repair fractures and broken digits (i.e. toes and fingers) easily. In fact, their skin density is much greater than that of the Marbles, but their skin still becomes sensitive when in water or when touched by plants, though some fighting type Pokégirls can trigger this sensitivity as well. Unfortunately, their skin is only pliable enough for penetration when their bodies are wet, forcing most tamers with an Onyx to stay near bodies of water or have a water Pokégirl on hand.
Onyxes have a unique constitution. Most can absorb moisture throughout the day, but in arid areas, they must drink water regularly. Unlike most other Pokégirls, an Onyx literally cannot reach orgasm without having drinking at least 1 gallon of water prior (she doesn't need to drink it all at once, she has to have drink at LEAST that much prior to sex).
Because of their large size, they can aid in construction rather well, moving heavy materials up without requiring the use of a crane, which may otherwise slow production, or elevators, which require a lot of set up. This means that many buildings get off to a faster start and can be completed much faster. They can also be useful for firefighting alongside Cuntnaws and Feraligarters, as they too can enter burning buildings and move support beams.