Erinn
Erinn was somewhat startled by the accompaniment of an Eevee who he'd never met before, and the feeling stayed with him as she came back to stand next to him as the Legendary stared them down. Even so, the Paras found it somewhat reassuring to have the younger Pokemon by him; like he had a friend amidst all these others who seemed more intimidating to him. They were shortly interrupted by a harsh cough which caused Erinn to cringe and turn back to see its source: a dark colored Riolu. This one he did remember, if only vaguely. Era had brought him home one day after a mission because he'd needed a place to stay; the Bug Type hadn't seen him since but he did recognize the Fighting Type as a friend, enough even to return the smile he was given with a small one of his own. From the sounds of the conversation the other two were having, neither one should have been here to begin with and yet here they all were. He felt a little humbled by the presence of the other two, but it was clear from the way he relaxed visibly that he was pleased to have their company. Keiran and Skye, he would remember their names.
The Paras' attention shifted back to the Guildmasters and their Legendary companion when Tempest made her way forward, unease in his gaze as he listened to the conversation that followed. Every word that he heard, every bit of news that he absorbed seemed to make the Bug Type diminish in size as he shrunk away from the gravity of the situation. He was hearing about things that he'd only ever heard briefly discussed between Era and Ethfael-things that were vital to everyone's very existence. "Oh dear..." Erinn squeaked out, his stomach churning with terror. The pendants were all gone and the Elite were back with Eridanus at their head. If they didn't do something quickly there wouldn't be another day to fight for: they'd all be dead before the sunset. "What do I tell them, what can I say..." the Paras moaned, eyes shut tight with fear, "How can I explain it." They were saying something about an Umbreon and bringing back Arceus but Erinn could hardly wrap his mind around that at the moment, having a hard enough time with the end-of-the-world feel that was beginning to sink in.
When the Fire Blast hit against the barrier in a brilliant display of flame Erinn let out a strangled cry and backed up directly into the Riolu behind him. "I-I-I'm so sorry!" he said, his voice higher than usual thanks to the panic that surged through him, "I just...all this-" He didn't really need to say more, nor did he get the chance to. The Mewtwo said something quietly that the Paras didn't quite catch thanks to his apology, but Solaris' shout drowned out his voice and he fell silent as the Espeon announced his intent. Clearly the others were thinking similar things to the Bug Type's own thoughts because no protests were made and the air was eerily still as if foretelling a coming storm. There would be a storm alright, what they'd all been hearing up to now said as much. One thing was very clear to Erinn, it stuck with him even as the sound of the Teleport split the air and they were caught up in the Psychic's transportation: it was altogether too silent. Dead silent.
((As for the recruit, as if I'd condemn an innocent creature to death. Stage one is fine by me.))
