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Yrie
September 15th, 2008, 11:40 AM
This is where all of the sign ups and roleplaying will take place. It mainly acts as the entire Westside Laboratory. I know its a pain to read the first post, which is almost always dreadfully long, but it tells you just about everything you've got to know about this RP.


SIGN UPS ARE CLOSED!

PLOT

Deep within the Sinnoh Region, mysterious experiments are taking place. At the same time, babies and young children are disappearing from orphanages, not many have been taken, and it was done so discreetly that many of the Sinnoh Region is unaware. The only ones who had a feeling that something was going on were the owners of the orphanages, and they chose not to disclose any information, knowing that no one would believe them. Who is behind all of this?

No one knows his name, few people that work for him have ever seen him, and when they do, it is impossible to figure out his identity. He is always dressed in black, almost every square centimeter of skin is covered. On his face, he wears a black mask, with slits for his eyes. All they know is that he is male, his name remains unknown to those who work for them. They simply call him "The Professor." He gives orders through written messages, rarely by speaking directly to the person he is giving the orders through, he is known to be kind, known to be cruel, and known for building the Westside Laboratory.

The Laboratory is located in a remote part of the Sinnoh Region, it is closest to Canalave City. Everyone thinks that it produces medicines for pokemon, because that is what they have been told. Why have they been told this? Because that was what The Professor wanted them to think. On the outside, it looks like a pretty normal building, nothing out of the ordinary, a large square building with walls made of thick, light gray steel, a few smokestacks that expel steam, and a tall chain link fence around it. Protected from the outside world, only those who work there know what is truly going on.

Inside the laboratory, people, the babies and young children that have been disappearing from the orphanages are being merged with pokemon. Their bodies are merged together through a complex process involving merging of DNA and cell fusion, and the result? Pokemon Hybrids.

It has been eleven years since then, after one year, children and babies have stopped disappearing from orphanages across Sinnoh, people still think that the Laboratory is there for medical work, and the hybrids have grown. Now they are all between the ages of 11 and 16, and have lived in complete insolation from the outside world their whole life. Some have made brave attempts to escape, all have failed, some aren't even aware that there is a whole world outside of this laboratory, they were too young when they were taken to remember. Now, after eleven years of having the scientists at the Laboratory think for them, they are beginning to learn to think for themselves. Some want to escape, and some want no part in the plans to escape, preferring for their lives to stay the way it was. The scientists are beginning to worry, the hybrids are able to think for themselves, they've got their abilities to back them up, and someday, one of them will escape and expose the true workings at the Laboratory to all of Sinnoh.


ABOUT THE POKEMON HYBRIDS



-Because they were merged with pokemon, they are able to use the attacks the pokemon they were merged with knows, and are capable of learning new ones.
-The pokemon hybrids have enhanced senses, they are able to move faster, react quicker, see, smell, hear better, than normal humans.
-The hybrids gain the special ability of the pokemon they were merged with. For example, if you were merged with a Torchic, you would gain the ability Blaze, which heightens attack power when you are weak.
-All pokemon hybrids have traits of the pokemon they were merged with. An example, if you were merged with a Weavile, you would have a red head crown, a red collar, two red tails, etc. But you would also keep some of your human appearance, such as your hair texture or color, or you eye color or something similar.

Because the pokemon hybrids live in insolation from the outside world, they are all given a dorm room to live in, which is comfortable and suits their needs. They eat in a dining hall, with breakfast at 7:30, lunch at 12:30, and dinner at 6:00. There is also a battle arena for those who like to practice their attacks, and they can either match up against a fellow hybrid, or practice their attacks against dummies.

All dorms are located on the third floor of the laboratory, the dining hall is on the second, as is the battle arena, the basement floor is off limits to hybrids, and only scientists are permitted to enter.


RULES
1. Please stay active for the sake of this roleplay. Try to post every one or two days at least, and if you disappear without letting me know, and hold up the roleplay, we'll find a way to continue without you. If you will be gone, PM me in advance so we can work something out, like have someone take over for your character or something, until you return.
2. No being merged with Legendary pokemon, if you do post a profile that says you have been merged with a legendary pokemon, it will be denied.
3. No god-modding or bunnying or power-playing or auto-hitting, take your pick. You will never dodge every since attack thrown at you, and you will never manage to make every single one of your attacks hit (unless you repeatedly use an attack like Swift or Aerial Ace, both of which don't miss.)
If your opponent uses astonish, make your character flinch once in a while, become confused occasionally if the opponent uses confusion, try to keep things realistic.
4. Follow all the PC Rules, I know that some are mentioned in the above rules, but you first and foremost should obey the PC Rules.
5. Use the character sheet format provided, please don't change the format, it just causes more unnecessary confusion.
6. After you have posted the character sheet for your character, follow it! Don't say that your character is bubbly and outgoing on your character sheet and then have them be shy and reserved during the course of this roleplay, otherwise it just confuses others. If you'd like to change your character's personality or history, do so early in the roleplay so that everyone has a chance to catch on with the new personality and history.
7. Have fun! This is one of those rules that don't really need explaining because they are so obvious, but anyway, if you're not going to have fun, why are you going to bother to join? It makes no sense to join a roleplay and then hate it. If you hate it so much, let me know that you want to quit and we'll work out a way to withdraw your character from the roleplay.


GAME PLAY INFO

We will begin the roleplay after we have a decent amount of roleplayers, lets say six for now, and if we don't have six after a period of time, we'll just go ahead and start with, say four or something.
Scientists at the lab can be played by anyone, just try to make them realistic, don't make them do stupid things just because you know that you're allowed to play them.
The co-mod and I, however, will be the only ones who are allowed to play The Professor, though I doubt he'll show up much in this roleplay.
I will not actually be a character in this roleplay (unless we are short of characters), rather, I'll be watching over the roleplay and commenting on your posts and such.
Posts should be around two paragraphs of 3-5 lines each minimum, for people who have questions on post length.
This roleplay will be in day to day form, I will post when one day ends and another begins, any interaction with scientists or other characters on the previous day must come to an end. I will also make a post if a major event occurs during the course of a day.
PM me if you have any questions relating to the roleplay or to the rules of the roleplay and I will deal with them as soon as possible.
There will also be a co-moderator of this roleplay, I will watch people who have joined, and choose someone who posts regularly, has a good understanding of what is going on in the roleplay, is a good roleplayer, and roleplays fairly. They will also be given rights to play The Professor, and will take over as owner of the thread in my absence.
On battling: You may know up to eight different attacks, which can be any move that the pokemon you have been merged with can know, whether it is a egg move, TM/HM move, or a level up move.


THE MUCH HATED SIGN UP SHEET

I know that everyone hates this, but its a necessary part of all roleplays, so just fill it out, then you can get on to the good stuff.

Name:
Age:
Gender: (11-16)
Pokemon: (The pokemon they were merged with)
Scientific Designation: (What the scientists call you in their files, a series of three numbers, a dash, and a serious of four numbers and letters, an example: 309-RS68)

Appearance: (Remember, all hybrids have some reference to the pokemon they were merged with)
Personality:
History: (This doesn't have to be too long, since the hybrids were young when they were taken and merged, but it would be nice if you included how you were orphaned, and then a little bit of information on what happened after you were merged. 4 line minimum)
Anything Extra: (Pretty self explanatory)
RP Sample: (This can be taken from another RP, but it has to be your own)

CURRENT RP'ERS
1. Lusankya-Kite Omega, Magnezone
2. King Lucario-Devin Harrison, Lucario
3. Lostt-Aiden, Pikachu
4. namora-Ashley, Flareon
5. Gamekrazy-Jiro, Smeargle
6. Goulerbot- Maverick, Grovyle
7. Jaydin Knight-Jasper Luelk, Umbreon
8. Pikataro-Gale, Glaceon

Loud and Annoying Pidgey
September 16th, 2008, 2:20 PM
First Sign Up? This Looks Good,I Dont See Why Anybody Signed Up Yet.

Name: Damion (Prefers His Nickname,Viper)

Age: 11

Gender: Male

Pokemon: Seviper

Scientific Designation: 102-SR976

Appearance:

Personality:

History: (This doesn't have to be too long, since the hybrids were young when they were taken and merged, but it would be nice if you included how you were orphaned, and then a little bit of information on what happened after you were merged. 4 line minimum)

RP Sample: (This can be taken from another RP, but it has to be your own)

Yrie
September 16th, 2008, 3:15 PM
That's fine, take your time (just not like...three weeks XD)

Willoweon
September 16th, 2008, 3:22 PM
Oo. I'd like to reserve, and i'll have it up by nine I think.

Lusankya
September 16th, 2008, 3:34 PM
I'd like a reservation right now, will probably have a sign-up tomorrow at latest.

Zore
September 16th, 2008, 3:40 PM
Name: Ali
Age:11
Gender: Female
Pokemon: Sableye
Scientific Designation: 939-UT01

Appearance: An almost normal looking little girl if you discount the dark purple skin and blue gemstone eyes. Ali also has short claws on her fingertips and toes. She is about four feet three inches tall and has long sleek chestnut hair. Most of her clothes are white, jumpsuits are the norm. She wears a small scrunchy to keep her hair off her face.

Personality: Really shy and introverted, she enjoys sitting and just watching other people. She is fascinated by bright and shiny things and goes out of her way to collect anything, be it a crystal from a watch or a shard of broken glass, that catches her eye. In battle she is almost fearless due to her part ghost genetics, she cannot feel pain the way most people or hybrids can; experiencing it very dulled. However she dislikes fighting and will go to great lengths to hide anytime she is forced to.

History: As one of the last and youngest children to be abducted, Ali has absolutely no memory of anything before. She was an experimental cross, the paln was to cross a Sableye's natural lack of weaknesses with a person who would hopefully augment their rather middling combat ability. Ali was at first amazing, almost a savant at fighting when they tested her against the various training dummies and obstacle courses they had set up. Unfortunately in her first real battle against another hybrid she won rather decisively, so decisively she crippled the poor kid and instilled in herself an phobia against hurting other people. She was six years old and the Scyther hybrid never regained use of his left arm.


Anything Extra: She does not have the ability to completely fade into the shadows like a pure Sableye, and she lacks the ability to subsist on gemstones. However she does have the ability to digest the gems and tends to be very difficult to see in low light. As she has a Sableye's crystalline eyes her eyes are very sensitive to light and bright attacks blind her for longer than a non-hybrid.

RP Sample:Within five minutes of releasing his newly-captured Ralts Marcus was already regretting capturing it in the first place. She had reacted.... violently when he had nicknamed her Ceras. He was dreading the day her psychic powers were able to manifest as battle abilities, having an agitated Ralts attack with its puny fist is one thing, having it attack with its potent mental abilities was another entirely. Currently she was attempting to attack Jet who was completely rebuffing the feeble blows as he kept practicing his prized arm-thrust technique.

Marcus sighed as he slumped down against a tree. This was not going how he planned at all, a homicidal Ralts and terminally stoic Makuhita did not the ideal team make. Grimacing he rose to his feet once more, he might as well attempt to train them; he wanted them to like them and at least Jet seemed to enjoy battles. Ceras... well she enjoyed pummeling things... a lot. With this resolution firmly in mind the twele year old rose to his feet and told the two confidently,
"Training time."

The two pokemon stared at him owlishly for a moment before completely ignoring their trainer and returning to what they were doing. Marcus stood, poised on the edge of speech before falling back against the tree and sighing.

The Poochyena ringed the clearing, each of them sniffing the air like it contained some unbelievably foul stench. They gave alow growl as they spotted the Boy and Makuhita... now joined by a Ralts. A ripple went through the crowd of Poochyena as they prepared to Howl, the leader waiting to strike...

A piercing howl emerged from nowhere as Marcus jumped to his feet. Jet and Ceras also stopped what they were doing, Jet drew closer to Marcus as Ceras growled her defiance at the world who had sent the loud noise. It echoed again and Marcus' face was distended in shock as a pack of Poochyena materialized between the trees, advancing on the hapless threesome.

"Jet, go use Arm Thrust on... THAT ONE!" Marcus yelled panicky as he pointed at random. The Makuhita leapt into action, immediately knocking out one of the attackers with a quick three jab attack. "Kepp going Jet!" Maecus yelled as he backed towards his tree. Jet was attempting to keep the Poochyena at bay, knocking out those that broke towards the boy. Ceras had latched onto the back of one, riding it like a bucking Tauros as it attempted to shake the vicious psychic type from its back.

Jet began to fade as more and more Poochyena rushed him. Each of them could barely impart a minor injury on him, but enough minor injuries could make a major one. Marcus winced as a particularly powerful blow caught him off guard and sent him sprawling. Jet was breathing heavily, his arms shaking which looked to be a bad sign. outside the circle Ceras had managed to ride her impromptu mount right into another tree, knocking it out, and was attempting to come back for more.

Marcus glanced around desperately as Jet labored to get up and face the oncoming horde. He cursed the fact he didn't have a single healing item, Jet needed a Pokemon center badly. The Makuhita was a mess of bruises and cuts as he picked himself up again from a stinging tackle attack, punishing his attacking with a powerful Arm Thrust to the face before falling to his knees panting heavily.

Marcus did not so much think as run on auto pilot, returning Jet to his Pokeball with a snap of the wrist. He ran and took a flying leap over the Poochyena, taking off and running for Ceras who was repeatedly striking one of the knocked out Poochyena with her tiny fists. With the canine Pokemon direct directly on his heels his grabbed Ceras who let out an affronted squeak and ran as fast as he could out of there.


DONE

King_Lucario
September 16th, 2008, 4:01 PM
Name: Devin Harrison
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Pokemon: Lucario
Scientific Designation: 448-DH18
Appearance: Devin has naturally light brown hair. However, since he has been merged with a Lucario, he has a dark black band that runs down the middle of his hair. Devin is particularly tall (5'11'') and carries himself with ease. He is quite agile and manages to balance his speed with the blue tail that he hids most of the time. Devin wears a black hoodie all of the time because he is ashamed to show people his ears that are reference to him being merged with a Lucario. When he needs to use the power of aura, a large horn will appear out of the back of each of his hands. They go away when he doesn't need them.
Personality: Devin is quiet and reserved, but will talk when addressed. He is kind to people he knows well, and, because he can read aura, knows what goes on within a person which makes him an excellent people person and a threat on the battlefield. On the battlefield, his quiet demeanor quickly disappears and is replaced by a ferocious, power-savvy warrior. He is quick and agile and can launch attacks that are too fast for the human eye. Devin does not like violence, but will resort to it if necessary.
History: Devin was born an ordinary citizen of Hearthome City. Devin's mother was a world-reknown Pokemon Coordinator who wanted him to follow in her footsteps. Devin did not like contests and preferred to follow in the footsteps of his father, Lucian or the Elite Four, and his cousin, Sabrina of the Saffron City gym. Devin was interested in Fighting Pokemon like the family friend, Brawly. Devin sought after Brawly to learn about Fighting Pokemon, but Brawly was busy in Hoenn managing the gym. On his own, Devin sought out knowledge and stumbled upon the library in Canalave City. He was only 7, but the family Pidgeot gave him a flight over there. During his stay in Canalave, there was a massive earthquake. Devin was seriously injured and the Pidgeot flew away. With now way to return home, Devin was somewhat abandoned. He was found by scientists for experiments and led away to a laboratory.

There, Devin was merged with a Fighting Pokemon. Devin quickly trained to hone his skills as a Lucario/Human. Devin quickly got the hang of aura, but was distressed when he learned of the side effects: he would harbor some physical traits of the Lucario. He did not want ears but, to his chagrin, Devin grew Lucario's ears. That is the reason why Devin wears a hoodie all of the time: he doesn't like his ears.
Anything Extra: Although Devin can hear well, he doesn't like shrill, loud noises. These cancel out his sensing abilities. Also, Devin's aura cancels out periodically. No one knows why, but it may be linked to the shrill noises. Unlike Lucario, Devin can shoot an Aura Sphere from his mouth. He can also shoot a steady stream of aura from his hand as long as it does not time out in the process.
RP Sample: Taken from 'The Final Level (PG-16) by Lusankya

As Cario stood there, dazed, he heard Michael say something.

"We have to keep moving," he ushered. Cario, listening to his gut feeling, did not move. He felt a quake under his feet. Suddenly, as if it materialized out of thin air, a large scorpion-esque tail appeared out of the ground.

"Move!" Pika shouted.

"Looks like this is what made the labryinth," Michael shouted as the four began dodging the large tail. The tail lunged at Cario, but he used his aura powers to thrust it away into the air. Cario managed to thrust the creature with such great force that the ground under them broke. Cario jumped on top of the creature's tail and hung on for sheer life.

"Back to where you came from!" Cario shouted as he began to glow. Cario thrust his palms into the creature's tail. Cario began to charge his aura, but was suddenly stopped in the proccess. What!!! Cario thought to himself. This creature can block the path of my aura! We're in serious trouble now! Cario hopped off of the tail and landed on a tree. Michael, Radcliffe, and Pika had moved out of the way of the breaking ground. Cario, hanging on the tree, tried again to fire his aura, but found his aura to still be blocked.

"You will die!" Cario shouted at the beast. As Cario jumped for the tail, he looked down into the labryinth. He couldn't see it clearly, but Cario could make out eight blood-red eyes deep within the labryinth. Not knowing where he was going, Cario ran into the tail. The scorpion creature reached up and grabbed Cario with a pincer. Cario managed to break free, but not before being savagely stabbed with the large scorpion's stinger. Cario felt poison coursing through his body, his aura being depleted. I can't let my aura go away or else I will die..., Cario thought. He pulled himself off of the stinger, but began to fall into the labryinth. Using the last energy he had, he steered himself towards a sturdy ledge. A loud shrill hiss could be heard from deep within the labryinth. Cario, hanging on for dear life, shouted out in pain. "Michael! Help me!"

Not knowing his fate, Cario hung on to the ledge, hoping that Michael will come to save him before he fell to his doom. It was at this moment that Cario realized that he could not beat this...game....by himself...

...he would need help...

Yrie
September 16th, 2008, 4:09 PM
Willoweon- No problem, reserved
Lusankya - No worries, reserved as well
Zore- Not a problem, take your time (as long as its a reasonable amount of time)
King Lucario- That's absolutely fine, reserved

All- I'll be adding a list of current RPers, so you can check up there to see if you're accepted, plus I'll post letting you know if you're accepted or not, but still, you can refer to it.

Willoweon
September 16th, 2008, 4:11 PM
Name: Caloico
Age: 11
Gender: Female
Pokemon: Togetic
Scientific Designation: 924-0NG4

Appearance: (Remember, all hybrids have some reference to the pokemon they were merged with) Caloico is very much like a Togetic. Her body is a dull white, with her hair pointed up in three, fat spikes. Her neck is of average size, and her arms are tiny. On her shoulder blade in her back, at wing protruded out of each, and flap according to how she moves her arms. Her legs are small like her arms, but her feet are pretty big compared to her hands. Her chest, stomach, and legs are covered in red and blue triangles, usually around the same size, which is about the same on your thumb nail. The only thing really human about her is her shape, which is of a human, and her eyes, which are a dark grey. She is short; maybe about 4’8 or five foot, and weights around 97 pounds.
Personality: Caloico is also affected by her Togetic fusion by her personality. As the pokedex will tell you, she is kind, though easily offended and scared. Forward and not afraid of speaking out, Caloico will gladly talk to anyone who starts a conversation, usually starting them herself. She rarely seems sad or upset, unless hurt mentally or physically.
History: (This doesn't have to be too long, since the hybrids were young when they were taken and merged, but it would be nice if you included how you were orphaned, and then a little bit of information on what happened after you were merged. 4 line minimum) Caloico hardly remembers much of her life before becoming a Hybrid. She is positive that her name is Caloico, and that she parents got divorced, and her mother got a full time job and couldn’t care for her. All time after that point up until she was seven, in which she had been here for a year.
Anything Extra: Caloico can’t fly well, or at all, due to her body weight. Gliding is minor, however.
RP Sample: Bladerunnr was happily perched on her trainer’s shoulder, watching as her trainer approached a small building, with a lot of space in the back. She hopped off as her trainer opened the door, and they walked in, another human standing near her. Her trainer said something to the lady, though Bladerunnr couldn’t hear it very well, something about her name. Suddenly, her trainer stooped down and scratched her around her leaf, and she smiled. “I’ll be back soon, Ok?” Bladerunnr frowned, wondering what he meant. She was lifted up, handed over to the other human, appearing to be a elderly woman. This woman went out back, and set her down, and closed the door..

Bladerunnr was immediately panicked. She walked in a small circle, looking around, wondering what this place was. She stopped as she started to become dizzy, and walked off to a fern, about large enough for her to wedge under it. She softly grunted as she slipped under the long leafs. “Chiko..” She yawned, stretching, and laying down. This place was confusing, and she had a longing to explore. However, it would be safer to stay here, incase her trainer came back soon.

This proved to fail, and she got up, and slipped out of the fern. She decided to look at the area near the ‘entrance’. In a glance, the area was mostly lightly grassy, maybe a few ferns, and a tree or two. She walked up closely to one of the trees. It was very young, and was hardly even older than a sapling. She nudged it, and it shook easily. This area was strange. It was obviously natural, but why was it enclosed?

“Chi-Chiko?” Bladerunnr asked where she was, to no-one in particular. This was all surprising, and she decided to stay with her… original plan. She sat down under the young tree, closing her eyes, and trying to fall asleep.
(From ‘Solaceon Day-care’)
Whew. Based on a old hybrid I had, which explans why it took such little time.

Yrie
September 16th, 2008, 4:14 PM
Willoweon- A little short in the history section, but I'll take it, since to me its pretty good, and you seem to have good roleplaying skills, from your sample. Accepted!

Loud and Annoying Pidgey
September 16th, 2008, 4:16 PM
That's fine, take your time (just not like...three weeks XD)

I Will Try To Get It In By Or Before Friday.

Lusankya
September 16th, 2008, 4:54 PM
Name: Kite Omega
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Pokemon: Magnezone
Scientific Designation: 010-293A
Appearance: Kite has spiky, bright yellow hair that would almost fall to his shoulders if it didn't stick out at angles like it did. His skin is steelish-grey, tinted slightly blue like the Magnezone he was merged with, and his eyes are are bright red, the color of blood. On his face are a pair of triangular patterns that look like tattoos, the same color as his eyes, that start at his jaw and reach up diagonally across his cheeks towards his nose, narrowing as they go. His eyes hold a wild, untamed, almost insane look to them. Normally, he wears a plain orange jumpsuit given to him by the scientists with a beret-type hat of the same color that often leaves his eyes in shadow, making them difficult to see. Beneath his clothing are several long scars that criss and cross his body.


Personality: Kite has a somewhat unstable personality, maybe even a little deranged, sometimes lashing out at people for a very small trigger. Self-confident, he is often smiling slightly, although at what people around him normally aren't all that sure. He isn't extremely social, and it's hard to really get in touch with him, since he doesn't like people getting close to him, and in fact doesn't even like company all that much, although he'll be impartial to you sitting down and talking to him, as long as you're not being annoying. He has an extremely good memory and is quite smart. Although he doesn't exactly dislike fighting, he won't be on the front lines, rather, he prefers sitting in the back and watching other people, and using the knowledge garnered from his observations to make himself just that more devastating in combat when the time does come for him to fight. He himself is fascinated by his own powers, and when alone, he will often toy around with the sparks he can generate, or lift and manipulate small pieces of metal.

History: Unlike one might expect, Kite's scars aren't from his time at the laboratory, but gained before he was taken away, given to him by an abusive father who was skilled with a whip and lived in a home with plenty of kitchen knives. He is one of the oldest hybrids at the laboratory, and still has memories of his life outside the laboratory, the fact of which he has kept secret from the scientists lest they pay closer attention to him. It is for that same reason he tries and acts as "normal" and like the other hybrids as he can manage. At the age of 5, his father was killed when trying to stand up to a trio of armed robbers that broke into their house. While not exactly mourning the death, Kite didn't enjoy the orphanage much more.

Anything Extra: In addition to his electrical powers, he also has the ability to manipulate and create powerful magnetic fields, which enable him to control magnetic metals.
RP Sample: (from my RP, The Final Level)

Michael felt an itch starting to develop in the back of his throat, and began pounding his chest in an effort to nullify it before it induced him into a coughing fit. He was oxygen-deprived enough already after his olympic-worthy sprint, a fit of uncontrollable coughing would only make it worse.

Still on his hands and knees catching his breath, he felt the itch in his throat pass. Good.

He stared at the ground. Ordinary grass, layered on top of ordinary soil. Sweat drops collected on his forehead, flowed to the tip of a little tuft of hair, and dripped onto the ground. The grass bent under the weight of the sweat drops, and the dirt soaked it up like what he would expect it to.

What was this place? He closed his eyes for a few moments. A game? What kind of horrible, despicable person would gain amusement from watching people fighting to the death like this?

But even as he asked himself that question, he realized with a sinking feeling that humans were bloodthirsty creatures. He remembered stories of people in the old days who would hold "gladiator" battles in arenas, forcing criminals to fight to the death for their amusement.

He opened his eyes. Something seemed different. His eyes widened when he realized that there where the grass had been lit by a white, omnipresent glow, now it was hidden by shadow.

He looked up, not knowing what horrible thing might stand there to end his life.

It was a girl, a teenage girl, with absurdly pale skin, white hair, wearing a white full-length extremely fluffy dress like people might have worn in the 20s, and a shawl draped around her shoulders, attached by a shiny bow in front in the shape of a four-leaf clover.

The girl stared at him. He stared back, gazing into those deep blue eyes. Hypnotic. He felt as though one could drown in those eyes.

The girl smiled, patted him on the head, and abruptly vanished. Vanished not as in teleportation, but simply running away extremely fast. As Michael watched the mysterious teenager dash off, he wondered how anybody wearing a dress like that could run.

He stood up and dusted off his pants, then froze when he felt a deep rumbling, like distant thunder.

Or an earthquake. The ground beneath him was shaking. Michael turned around. A gigantic blurred thing was rolling down a hill, barreling towards him, smashing aside small trees and bushes.

Michael dove to the side, into a bush. Tucking in his arms and legs, he rolled right through the bush and into a clearing.

He looked up a saw a massive centipede, as big around as two of him standing shoulder-to-shoulder, feasting on the remains of something that looked horrifyingly human. Blood and pieces of flesh were scattered everywhere, and there was something that looked like part of an arm hanging from a tree branch.

Almost losing his stomach at the sight, Michael ran back into the bush, eager to put as much distance between him and the centipede and the rolling thing as possible.

Stopping to catch his breath again, he looked around. Nothing seemed to be coming. The rolling thing hadn't come around for another shot at him, and the centipede had been too busy gorging itself on its catch of the day to notice him.

Unbidden, words came to mind. "Don't react, anticipate," his old karate teacher told him. Michael didn't know why he was thinking of this now, as he had only attended three classes despite paying for the full set, but the words made sense. Simply reacting to dangerous monsters with his name written on them would get him killed. He had to anticipate where danger might come from.

He scoffed at his own line of thinking. Easier said than done, anticipating danger in a place where anything seemed possible and he knew nothing about.

Scanning his surroundings warily, he wandered deeper into the forest.

Yrie
September 16th, 2008, 5:02 PM
Zore- good job with the SU, Accepted!
Lusankya- great SU, especially the personality, Accepted!
King Lucario-also a good job with your SU, also Accepted!


All-I'm going to hold on for maybe another day and give someone else a chance to join before starting. To those who are wondering, we don't have a limit of six rp'ers. I'm only hoping to have six before we start the roleplay, we have five right now, so if no one else joins in a day we'll start, though sign ups will still be open.

ANARCHit3cht
September 16th, 2008, 6:07 PM
Name: Aiden
Age:12
Gender: Male
Pokemon: Pikachu
Scientific Designation:304-UI12

Appearance: Aiden's eyes are Hazel. His hair is blond and his skin pale. He sounds normal right? Wrong! In addition to to these average features Aiden grew a pikachu's tail and his ears. To add to his pikachu effect he also has the red electricity pacs. His Clothing consists of: A Brown and Yellow Jacket, the back looking like a pikachu's back. a White Undershirt. Skinny Black Jeans and Bright Yellow Shoes
Personality: Aiden has to halves that make the whole of him, when he is around friends he tends to be happy and easy going. Aiden is always looking for a chat or friends to hang out with. He doesn't really like being a lab rat but he deals with it to stay happy around his friends. He absolutley hates people who put others down. If Aiden sees that you are glum or feeling blue he will try his best to put a smile on your face. He knows that people have their good days and their bad days so he tends to back off when he thinks people need to be left alone.

On the other hand when is Aiden is alone who with a very close friend or Two he will finally let out he really feels. The reason he doesn't do it with everyone is because Panicking,Worry, and being just plain sad isnt good. It gets you no where. He also keeps a journal of the day to write down his emotions and what he did or if he made any new friends or enemies.
History: Aiden knows very little of how he was orphaned only that his parent's did not want him. Aiden does not believe that and wishes to find his parents to see if it true or not. He has many stories of how he showed up at the orphanage, he was put to float downstream, left on a doorstep or just left at home the parents never returning. Now on this Present day life at the Lab has been rough he hasn't made many friends or enemies either witch is good.
Anything Extra:
RP Sample: Bzzzt! BZzZT! BANG!These were the first sound Joe heard as he left his nice dream back into reality. The Buzzing sound from his alarm clock still echoed in his head, he ignored it knowing he hit the 'DISABLE' button. He sat up in his bed, still half asleep he reached up to his face to begin rubbing his eyes. He hadn't slept well that night knowing he was going to get a pokemon. He didn't care that he didn't sleep well. He was very excited and Ready for anything.

Joe got up out of bed and walked into his bathroom taking off his clothes from the previous day. He always slept in his clothes from the day before. He got into the shower turning the 'HOT' Knob and then the "COLD" Knob. The shower went from Hot to Cold. It took a minute of Adjustment like always but Joe got his shower to the right temperature. He did the same process he washed his body, shampooed his hair, rinsed,put conditioner in his hair. Then rinse that out. Joe turned the knobs off, reaching for his towel he dried his hair and body for the most part then wrapped up in the Towel. He Brushed his teeth and then Trudged down the stairs for Breakfast.

He opened his fridge door rumaging through it. He could not find it. He looked high and low, left and right. He could not find what he was looking for. He closed the fridge and opened the freezer He needed bacon. He took a Minute but he had found it, setting it on the table he walked over to his Pantry to get some bread. The Pantry was dark and with no light so Joe stumbled around abit tripping over up turned carpet or mising a step on his way down. When he got to the bottom he flipped the switch. Why their switch was at the bottom of the stairs puzzled Joe to this day. He locate the bread and took it upstairs he set it on the table nticing his mom had gotten back from the store. She Had it.! She had eggs. "Hey mom.." he said walking over to his mother "can i have an egg.
"Sure you can she replied handing him one. He began to fry the egg and a couple of pieces of bacon. He toasted his bread,slopped it together and ate it.

Joe scooted out the table. He picked up the pans and tossed them into the sink before taking off to go get his pokemon he ran through twin leaf town, not really minding those around him. Joe turned the corner still at top speed, crashing into a boy younger than him. Falling to the ground he reached his hands out barley catching himself. Joe stood up and offered his hand to the boy. The Boy has a strong firm grip and hoisted his body up. Joe aplogized then set off again.

Joe arrived at the Pokemon Lab, wow he was excited he was finally going to get his first pokemon. What pokemon should I get thought Joe. He turned and looked back,thinking of everything up to this point. The things that allowwed him to be hear. He turned back to the doors nodded with determination. I will do my best he thought standing in antcipation at the door of the labs. He also felt nervous on this great day.

Gumshoe Satyr
September 16th, 2008, 6:27 PM
Name: Ashley

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Pokemon: Flareon

Scientific Designation: 047-Y6C5

Appearance: Ashley, unfortunately for her, has much of the characteristics of a flareon. Across her entire body, grows a thin layer of red fur. The hair on her head is yellow, like her tail and fluffy collar, and grows down her back straight like normal hair. Because of its discomfort, she always keeps the collar around her neck shaved down. Although her hands are normal, her feet are actually large paws so she usually goes around barefoot. When she does wear shoes, however, she puts a special mold into them so that she can wear the same shoes as anyone else. Also she has fox-like ears, which he doesn't even bother to hide while at the laboratory. For clothes, she wears a red shirt, plain jeans, and for shoes, if she wears any, red tennis shoes. She has black eyes and a slight snout.

Personality: Because Ashley was one of the first orphans to be taken to the laboratory, she generally tries to take care of the younger hybrids whether they want it or not. Since she considers the other hybrids her family, she hates to see them fight among each other except when they are training, of course. She's calm and likes to think things through before doing them, yet bold and tends to be in on the action rather than stand on the sidelines. Prefering to only fight as a last resort, she only trains to satisfy a desire to be prepared for anything.

History: When Ashley's parents were killed in a car crash, she was sent to live in an orphanage. After only living there for a year, she couldn't stand it anymore and ran away. Only hours later she was found by the scientists and became a hybrid. At age five at the time of her abjuction, she is one of the oldest of the hybrids and has dim memories of the outside world, which she likes to tell to the other hybrids sometimes. Although she has a few memories of her parents and often dreams about them, she rarely talks about them with anyone else.

Anything Extra: Ashley has an abnormally high temperature and, like a flareon, has a flame sac in her body. Planning to one day escape, she keeps a red hoody and baggy jeans (to hide her tail) in her room hidden in a chest under her bed. She has an excellent sense of smell and hearing. Move set: Iron Tail, Fire Blast, Flame Thrower, Smog, Protect, Sunny Day, Double Team, Quick Attack

RP Sample: (From The Reincarnation (PG 14) by Abby)

"Oooh my head..." Stacy groaned, her body shifting slightly. When she did this noticed two things: first that was lying on a hard surface and second, and more importantly, that she couldn't feel her fingers at all. Her eyes popping open in shock and dismay, she looked down at her arm stretched out in front of her only to find that it was on fire!!! She swung her other arm around to beat out the fire but stopped before reaching it, confused. Now she isn't an expert on people catching on fire or anything, but she at least figured that at this point she should feel some pain. To her it even felt like the flames were as much a part of her as her legs.

Calmed down slightly, Stacy examined her arm more closely and found out that it was really a yellowish-white leg with a black hoof where her hand should have been. She lept to her feet in surprise, barely aware that she was on all fours, and started pacing frantically, trying to piece everything together. "What am I?" Her mouth fell open in horror when she wasn't able to remember anything. With out thinking she said, "I have hooves now?..... People don't have hooves..... People?...... Humans?..... Was I once human?....." She frowned, thinking harder.

"My name was St-stacy and I had a ponyta named Blaze....can't remember anything else.... Wait." She stopped pacing, remembering what a ponyta looked like. "A ponyta? Could I be a ponyta or rapidash?"

Noticing a pool of water nearby, she ran or rather galloped over to it and looked down at her image. Sure enough, she had a horse-like appearance with a yellowish body, black hooves and eyes, and a mane and tail made of flames. By her small size and absence of a horn, she realized that she was a ponyta, the pre-evolved form of rapidash. She gaped at the reflection, almost thinking that this was all some joke.

Finally aware of her surrounding, she was disturbed to see volcanoes and lava pools around her. "This is crazy," she muttered, shaking her head, "but I guess I need to make the best of it somehow. At least until I figure out where I am and how I got here looking like this." She took off at a gallop to explore the area, feeling strangely pleased and exhilarated at how fast she could run.

Pikalover10
September 16th, 2008, 6:27 PM
Name: Lance Kushiko

Age: 15

Gender: male

Pokemon: Salamence

Scientific Designation: 447-TR82

Appearence: Lance looks much like a Salamence. His wings are red and orage, his body his black instead of turqoise color because his hair was black. He has red eyes, a long tail, and a bandana that covers part of his right wing.

Personality: Lance is very energetic. He loves to fly more then anything. He loves the feel of the air in his face and has always wanted to fly. He doesn't like it when people pick on him or his friend. Due to being one of the older and bigger pokemon at the lab, Lance tries his best to be a leader even though it is hard for him. He is usually a jokster at heart and likes to goof off. Sometimes younger kids act more mature then him and they need to tell him what to do! He has recently been trying to cut off on the goofing off but it is so hard. Lance has become better at it and occasionally does.

History: Lance was born in Hearthome City. His father was dead due to being in a war that had happened while his mom was pregnate. Lance was named after his mom's best friend, lance the Dragon Tamer. Lance's mother couldn't take care of him and asked her friend if he could care for Lance. Lance(mom's friend) said it was fine and took Lance to his new training spot in Canalava. There Lance learned all the thing about being a dragon tamer and eventualy loved Lance's dragon pokemon Flygon, Bagon, Altaria, Shelgon, Vibrava, and his best friend who he grew up with Salamence.

Lance always loved riding on Salamence's back and one time he was flying with Salamence above the tree tops and slipped off of Salamence's back. He fell into the trees and landed on the ground. Lance couldn't move because he had fainted from the fall. Salamence couldn't get down there to pick Lance up and had to go get his trainer. Lance was found by scientists who took him to a laboratory where he was tested on. Lance remembered the transformation hurt worse then anything he went through. He was merged with dragon pokemon DNA. He grew fangs, sprouted wings, turned black, and had red things under his neck and above his neck.

Anything Extra: No.

RP Samle: Brandon's mom woke him up at 3:00 A.M. "Mom." Brandon moaned. "Why did you wake me up so early?" "Well Mr. you have to get packed, get dressed, and then you have to head over to Newbark Town by 10:00 A.M." said Brandon's mother. "Newbark Town?! I have to go to Newbark Town? Isn't that in the Johto region?" asked Brandon. "Yes it is now you better hurry up. You'll make it by about 15 minutes if you leave at 5:00." said Brandon's mom. So Brandon got out of bed ran into his closet got his favorite clothes and ran to the bathroom. Brandon was so excited about getting his first pokemon that while he was on his way to the restroom he tripped and fell over his pants. "Owww." complained Brandon. He got up and went into the restroom got his clothes on and then brushed his teeth and hair. After he was finished he looked at the time...It was 4:45! Brandon ran downstairs as fast as he could. "Here's your backpack honey. I packed it for you while you were upstairs." said his mom. "Thanks mom." said Brandon. Brandon ran outside and hoped on his bike. "Now be sure to leave your bike with our friends the Byers when you get there." shouted Brandon's mom. "I will mom." shouted Brandon.

Brandon was on his way to Newbark Town. While he was riding his bike he took the time to look at the surrondings. He saw great gigantic trees as green as moss on the ground. He smelled frangrences that smelled like roses with never ending smell. Brandon loved adventuring. His mom often said that he was just like his father always wanting to go on adventures. He then noticed someone sitting in patch of grass next to there bike near the road. When Brandon got closer he reliezed that it was the kid he tackled way back when they were only 5. When Brandon rode by the kid (whose name was Michael) he got up and said "Hey if it isn't Brandon Scott the kid who never went to pokemon school." Michael got on his bike and rode up next to Brandon. "Leave me alone Michael." Brandon said. Michael looked at him as if he actually respected him. "Why are looking at me like that?" asked Brandon. "Because I used to pick on you everyday but you never gave up your dream on wanting to become a pokemon master." said Michael. "And I respect that." Michael said. "Oh well thanks." Brandon said. "Hey you know the forests and stuff in this pokemon world can be dangerous because of all the wild pokemon so you want to travel together?" asked Brandon. "What really? You want to travel with me?" asked Michael. "Not during the whole journey just until we get to Newbark Town." said Brandon. "Well.....Ok." said Michael. So Brandon and Michael rode their bikes the whole way to Newbark Town.

"Hey Michael I got to go to a friend's house to drop off my bike while I'm here." said Brandon. "Ok I'll see ya later then." said Michael. "See ya." said Brandon. Brandon went over to his friend's house and knocked on the door. "Hello?" answered someone. "Hey Matthew let me in it's Brandon." said Brandon. "Brandon hey man." said Matthew as he walke dout of the house and gave Brandon a hug. "Yeah I need to hurry though if I want my pokemon." said Brandon. "Ok well give me your bike and I'll put it in our storage room." said Matthew. "Ok thanks man." said Brandon. "I promise when I'm finished with my adventure and I'm going to go into another region I'll stop by and say hey." said Brandon. "Ok well talk to you then." said Matthew. After Brandon and Matthew talked Brandon sprinted to the pokemon laboratory reilizing that it was 9:55!! Brandon got there and knocked on the door. Proffessor Elm answered and said "Oh so you must be Brandon." said Elm. "How did you know?" asked Brandon. "Because everyone else showed up." said Elm. "Oh." said Brandon. Elm showed Brandon the pokeballs he could choose from and opened them all up. Out of the first ball came out a Vulpix. Out of the secound ball came a Mareep. And out of the third ball came out a Caterpie. "So which one do you want?" asked Elm. "Well I don't think that a fire type wouldn't work good with me. And I'm pretty sure that a Caterpie wouldn't work good either. So I'll take..." before Brandon could finish Mareep ran and jumped into Brandon's arms. "Well it seems to me that Mareep has taken quite a liking to you Brandon." said Elm. Elm then gave Brandon 5 pokeballs and a pokedex. Brandon thanked him and sent Mareep out. They ran outside and Brandon was really tired so Mareep and him took a little nap before they started there adventure together.

Yrie
September 17th, 2008, 1:01 PM
Lostt- a few grammatical errors, but I can decipher what you said, the personality is good, as well as appearance, but the bio is a little short. Not too bad though, I can tell you're a good roleplayer from your sample, so I'll let the shorter bio go. Accepted!

Namora- Good job in every section, Ashley sounds like an interesting person, I can't wait to see her in this RP Accepted!

Pikalover10- Pending! Everything is fine except for the fact that the personality is a bit short and shallow, try to lengthen it and add more depth and you're good to go.

All- Yay! We've got enough roleplayers to start, sign ups will still be open. Just so everyone knows, we've got a maximum of twelve people, otherwise things will start to get confusing. I officially deem this RP open! (Meaning you can start posting)

~Tσ∂ αy~

MONDAY, JULY 16th

Okay, here's what's going on today:

-The battle arena will be open after being closed for a week for cleaning and repairs. New features have been added, there is better lighting, more advanced battle dummies which have been programmed to move in order to prove more of a challenge to defeat.

- Bi-annual physical checkups! That's what they call it at the lab, sounds exciting right? You'll undergo a series of tests similar to ones at the doctors office. You will have your blood pressure taken, as well as temperature, height, weight, all that stuff.

- There's a strange experiment going on in the basement, from the talk you've heard about it, it sounds extremely dangerous, do you go down to the basement to check it out?

-Its another day, another chance to escape...

Pikalover10
September 17th, 2008, 2:46 PM
I edited my SU hope it is good enough now...

Yrie
September 17th, 2008, 3:59 PM
Pikalover10- It's much better now, love the way your character acts, Accepted!

ANARCHit3cht
September 17th, 2008, 4:23 PM
Aiden was tossing and turning in his bed. He fell over the edge hitting the ground. "Ow..." he groaned while standing up and rubbing his back. Looking up he thought Man.. Not the way i want to wake up. Aiden Looked under his bed, he always kept his stuff here. Why? I dont know he thought. He pulled on his pants, then his t-shirt followed by his jacket, socks and shoes. Leaving his room he found his way to the stairs. It wasn't 6:30 but he was still hungry, walking seemed to take his mind off the hunger.

Walking back down the stairs he started to go a bit faster skipping a step or two every so often. Big Mistake!"Ugghh.." Aiden scrambled to his feet rubbing his face. As he was walking he felt oddly cold. When he stepped back into his room he layed down not even undressing. It would be better this way i'll stay warm. He closed his eyes, he was very tired and quickly fell asleep again. The only sound he made was the quiet, almost unnoticiable steady breathing he made. Thought Aiden, as his face hit the bottom step.

Gumshoe Satyr
September 17th, 2008, 5:27 PM
At 7:00 in the morning, Ashley stretched and yawned. Darn .... Physical checkups are today. Unable to get back to sleep, she decided to grab an early breakfast and maybe work out in the renovated battle area. She quickly slipped on some clothes, brushed her hair, and padded out the door of her room on her bare paws.

Sniffing and listening as she walked, Ashley concluded that she was one of the first of the hybrids to be up. At least I don't have to be in a hurry. The dining room doesn't open for about fifteen more minutes she thought to herself. By the time she got downstairs, another five minutes had passed and, she figured that she could wait another ten minutes by the dining hall. Leaning against the wall, she let her mind wander.....

King_Lucario
September 17th, 2008, 5:28 PM
"Hey! 448! Wake up! It's time for your training!" a voice screamed. Devin rose from his hard, cold pad they called a 'bed' and leaned against a nearby wall.

"The name is Devin," Devin sneered at the person.

"I don't care what the heck your name is. Here, your are classified as 448-DH18. Now get moving!" the voice screamed back as it appeared to move. Devin wiped the sweat off of his brow. His brown hair lightly gleamed as the dim light in the room shone on him. There was nothing in the bleak room: a bed, a mirror, and a chair. There wasn't even a window. Devin got his clothes on and walked out of the room he called a 'prison cell'. But before Devin went downstairs, he realized he forgot something: his prized hoodie. He quickly put it on and walked quickly. He rubbed his large, blue ears and ran down the stairs.

As Devin approached the main level, he noticed many other people like him. All of the kids there were combined with a Pokemon. Devin continued walking around, holding on to a notebook he swiped from the Education Department. Inside the blue spiral-ring notebook were plans to escape the facility. Fourteen of Devin's plans had failed. Suddenly, a person in a large, white science coat approached Devin and sat down next to him at the lunch table.

"Hello, Devin. How are you this morning?" he asked.

"What do you want?" Devin responded.

"Don't you know my name? It's Professor Adrian. I'm the Physical Fitness and Well-Being coordinator. Basically, I'm your gym teacher!" he laughed.

"Funny," Devin sneered sarcastically.

"You don't trust many people do you, Devin?" Adrian asked as he patted Devin on the back. Devin shrugged him off and got up.

"I don't trust anyone," Devinr responded as he walked away. Suddenly, Adrian got up and ran towards him, grabbing his shoulder to stop him.

"You're going the wrong way. You're getting tested," Adrian said as he led Devin in the right direction. Devin turned around and noticed his notebook was still lying on the table. Sweat began to roll down Devin's face as he realized that someone could learn about his escape attempts.

ANARCHit3cht
September 17th, 2008, 5:37 PM
Aiden woke back up. Still dressed he ran and grabbed breakfast he wanted to eat before the Tests of any sort. While he finished he stood up, and began to walk away when he was grabbed the neck of his jacket.
"304-UI12, over here please." said a nice soothing Voice.
He turned to see a Scientist staring him in the face. The scientist led him away from the table into a room that he was to be tested in.
"Now, 304-UI12 my name is Vivian, just call me ViVi." She seems nicer than all the other People around here.

"Well, am i going to be tested? If so on what?" Aiden Responded kind of eagerly.

"I am going to test you on your Height, Weight and stuff like that" ViVi said Smiling, "Now will you please stand on this scale? Oh and dress down, take off your sweater pants and shoes."

Looking at ViVi blinking Aiden quickly snapped back into focus. "Oh, right" Aiden saud to, quickly he took off he shoes,sweater and Pants. Stepping on the Scale he waited a bit as the Pointer shifted around. It stopped at the 65 LBS mark.

Vivi quickly jotted down something, "Ok Sixty-Five Pounds, will you please step over here on to this scale."

"Oh Sure!" This is fun! Aiden stepped down walked over a bit and onto the other scale. "Does this one measure my Heighth? he asked forgetting all the other tests.

As he stepped onto the scale Vivi measured a thing, pushed one aside. "4' 2"! You are 4' 2" " she said, while writing it down. "Now if you will sit down on this chair and stick your arm on this band. Aiden did so and watched as ViVi strapped the band to his arm. Wincing a bit at his tightened he let out a barley audible yelp. "Oh no need to be afraid it doesn't go any tighter just wait another sec or two ok hun?"

"Ok!" Aiden said smiling at ViVi "You know something ViVi? You are the nicest Scientist i have met so far.

"123/72" Vivi said without looking up from her paper scrawling something down. "Ok your down for now, but i will come and get you later"

"Ok" said Aiden as he quickly dressed and stepped out of the room.

Zore
September 17th, 2008, 5:39 PM
"Well, well UT01 how about a shot now?" The cheerful scientist asked as he rolled up the young girl's sleeve. She fidgeted a bit, her eyes downcast and hidden behind a wall of brown hair. "Now this won't hurt a bit, just hold still and be a good girl okay?" He continued, his voice never changing tone.

"...kay," The girl whispered as she began kicking her feet back and forth.

"I hear the Battle Arena is open agian, are you excited?" The scientist continued as he swabbed the proffered arm and drew a needle from one of his lab coat pockets. The girl remained silent, just kicking the air idly. "Okay, now count to five and it'll all be over." He said shoving the needle into her skin and watching the rather dark and almost sludge-like blood pump into the plastic container. The girl didn't even miss a beat when the needle was inserted, just kept kicking.

"Alright," The scientist said as he removed the container. "Here's a potion to make you feel all better," he withdrew what looked like a squirt bottle from his pocket as he dumped the needle into a recyclable container and sprayed the wound which healed almost instantaneously.

"There ya go," He said smiling and the girl finally stopped kicking, "One more test and we're done. This one's fun." He confided to her, leaning close to her ear and winking. She shrugged and hopped off the examination table, hopped rather far as even at full height she was barely taller than it.

"Just this way," The scientist said warmly, grasping her by the shoulder as he lead her down a hall, "Its time for your eye exam." With this the girl finally looked up at him for the first time since he had started her physical and he almost recoiled when he saw her eyes, they looked like large gemstones and like they were staring right through him. Sometimes it was hard to remember 939-UT01 was a hybrid even with her purple skin and claws she somehow passed for a very shy little girl until you caught those eyes staring at you and wondered what exactly they could see.

"Okay just in here," He said leading her into a pitch black room. Stand right by the door and recite the chart on the opposite side of the wall when I say to. She nodded and he closed the door, standing just outside and close enough to hear her with a copy of the chart on his clipboard. "Lighting room to five percent of MHV." He mumbled as he wrote it down, "Okay, ready and remember to speak up." He said warmly as she began reading off the chart in little more than a whisper.

Lusankya
September 17th, 2008, 5:42 PM
Nothing in particular woke Kite up. His biological clock had simply decided that it was time for him to become awake. Within the laboratory, the subjects had a great amount of freedom, as long as they stayed within the confines of the complex. There was no daily schedule that forced them to bend to the monotonous routines of daily life. Kite woke when his body decided to, slept when he was tired, ate when he was hungry, and fought in the arena when he wished.

He sat up in his bed and stared at the opposite wall for several seconds, then getting off and walking towards the bathroom. There was no need to put on clothing, for he slept in his jumpsuits, of which he had three, and switched to a fresh one every night for bed after he was done showering. He didn't touch his hair, still messy from contact with the pillow all night; it always stuck out at angles the way it did, and he suspected it was due to electrical charges in each clump of hair repelling each other.

He turned on the faucet, grabbed his toothbrush, applied toothpaste to it, and began brushing his teeth. Such a simple, habitual act, taught to him at a very early age. He remembered being taught how to brush his teeth. Unlike most of the other subjects, he remembered life outside the complex. Not that anyone knew, because Kite understood that the scientists would consider him a greater threat if they knew that he knew.

Perhaps a day would come when he would make his escape. Only when the time was right, that was certain. He would not leave such a thing up to chance. Other subjects had attempted to escape, he knew, and all with disastrous consequences. Unforeseen obstacles, stupid mistakes, had lead to their downfalls. Kite trusted no one that much.

He finished brushing his teeth and spit in the sink. Grabbing a towel and wetting it, he wiped his face clean, then stared into the bathroom mirror. Staring back at him was the face of a haunted teenager, eyes dark despite their color, the shade of fresh blood. He attempted to smile a tooth grin, and the face looked insane, demented. It was something the other subjects had commented on, and it was no conscious decision on his part to look that way.

He turned off the running water of the faucet, placed his hat upon his head, then headed downstairs to the dining hall. Grabbing his breakfast of waffles and eggs, he sat down alone at a table and started eating. The dining hall had just opened, and it was rather empty.

Gumshoe Satyr
September 17th, 2008, 6:03 PM
When the dining hall opened, Ashley walked inside and noticed Kite right behind her. At sixteen like her, he was one of the less sociable of the hybrids. After grabbing some bacon, eggs, and toast, she walked over to his table. "Good morning, Kite," she said before sitting a couple of seats away from him, letting him have his space.

She had barely finished when a scientist walked in. "047-Y6C5, it's time for your bi-annual check-up," he said, starting to lead her out of the dining room. "Ashley," she gently reminded but the scientist was already halfway out the room. She sighed and followed.

"Hmm... One hundred and three degrees Fahrenheit. Well, according to your chart, that's normal for you." The scientist scribbled something on Ashley's chart.

"How are the others?" she asked, concerned.

"Well, I can't really tell until the blood tests come back, but so far they seem fine."

"That's good."

"Alright. Let's take your blood pressure next......"

About a half an hour later, she was let out of the testing room, and she made her way to the battle arena.

ANARCHit3cht
September 17th, 2008, 6:04 PM
Out of the Room of the Room Aiden Yawned and then Stretched. He was very bored now. Looking around he saw no one so he decided to go look for someone to play with. Walking Through the Lunch room he continued to the Battle Arena he needed to practice, he also knew that he could find people here. He stepped into the Room the Light almost blinding him. He walked up and started a simulation a Practice Dummy Came and stopped in front of him. He decided to tackle it. Moving forward the Dummy moved back. Aiden hit the ground but rolled to protect himself. "Ooh Clever" he said.

Aiden tackled again Purposely missing few inches from the dummy the sacs on his cheeks began to charge up. Letting a small bolt go he hit the Dummy and followed it up with a tackle. This smashed it. "Yeah!" he said please with himself. Turning to leave he walked through the Cafeteria. Seeing another Hybrid he stopped and sat next to him. "Hey whats up?" he said looking at Kite.

Gumshoe Satyr
September 17th, 2008, 6:22 PM
Arriving at the battle arena, Ashley noticed that she pretty much had the place to herself. Starting a simulation, the first dummy came at her from the front, and she crushed it with a quick attack-iron tail combination. The next came up behind her but her keen ears picked it up. She turned quickly and finished it off with a flamethrower. Noticing that the last was a little better built than the others, she started building up as much heat as she could. She let loose a huge fire blast and watched as the dummy practically melted away. "Too hot for ya? Well there's plenty where that came from," she said, smoke trickling out of her nose.

"Ok... Time to work on some defensive moves," she muttered to herself. Concentrating, she created four images identical to her. For the next half hour, she worked on running and jumping around while she moved the images around her in complex sequences. She wondered what the others were doing this fine morning.

Yrie
September 17th, 2008, 6:29 PM
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ALL- Everyone is doing an excellent job roleplaying, especially good introductory posts, remember, I'll be looking for a co-moderator, if I choose you, you'll be notified by PM

Zore
September 17th, 2008, 7:01 PM
Ali stared blankly as the scientist wished her goodbye, no matter how nice he seemed he frightened her a lot. She wished the nice woman scientist had done her physical agian, she had given Ali a lollipop "for being such a wonderful girl." It was funny though, she'd looked really sad when she said it.

The young Sableye hybrid began to walk down the halls, occasionally pulling the too-long sleeves of her white jumpsuit. She hated wearing white but they made her because she tended to fade into the shadows if she didn't. Ali knew the Battle Arena would be full of other people, it always was after and upgrade, but she really didn't want to go back to her room just yet. She was feeling a little antsy, like she felt when she had the yucky medicine they sometimes gave her' but she hadn't had any in a while.

As the doors to the battle arena opened, Ali noticed other people just like there always were. She knew some of them by sight, but none of them were the nice ones who sometimes helped her with school work. At least none of them were Jeff. She shuddered a bit at the painful memory before forcing it down again, she didn't have to fight to day just hit some dummies.

Slowly making her way to the inset computer console of an unoccupied dummy Ali set it to the highest level and in aggressive mode. She backed a few feet away and used a little psychic blast to start it up. Completely clearing her mind she began and intricate and almost purely instinctual dance with the advanced automaton, today simulating what it would be like to fight a Charizard. Dodging its attacks gracefully, she phased through a simulated slash attack before it let out a huge bellow and shot a blast of red hot flame at her.

She got singed a little getting out of the way and the simulation struck agian, attempting to nail her with a thunderpunch. Frowning a bit she used her dark powers to safely vault over the charging dummy, when it jumped straight back at her, its tail set to slam her into a wall. Thinking quick she dug her claws into the tail and used its momentum to send her oppponent just past her.

She saw it collect itself off the floor supernaturally quickly, one hand bursting into flame while the other sizzled with electric charge. Bending low to the ground she held one hand behind her back where she gathered her own Thunderpunch, the other became wreathed with the ghostly energy a Shadowclaw attack required. Her opponent roared as they both rushed towards each other, and she allowed herself to get tagged by the thuderpunch fist making sure to let go of the shadowy energy collected around her hand as she grunted in pain.

The robo-simulation roared at her apparent defeat when she rolled and drove her electrically charged fist right into its chest.

ANARCHit3cht
September 17th, 2008, 7:19 PM
(Sorry for Disappearing my internet went out.

Aiden was walking back to his room when Vivi tapped him again. "Hey Will you Finish the Tests?" she asked.

"Of course!" said Aiden as he followed her back into the familiar room.

"Will you sit down on this and lift up your sleeve?" Vivi said pulling out a shot.

"Uhm.. Sure but will it hurt?" he asked lifting up his sleeve.

Vivi walked over to him and poked the needle into is arm "See all done." she said putting a band-aid on his arm.

"So.. am i done or do i have more tests?" he looked into Vivi's then closed his.

"Yeah you have two more tests and then you will be on your way" she said pulling down a chart. "We will test your vision please read this chart from top to bottom."

"Ok, Lets see, E,A,B,C,F,L,O,P,R,S,T, and Y." he grinned knowing he passed it.

"Good!" she grabbed his hand leading him out of the room into the Battle Arena she pressed a couple of buttons activating the Machine, a dummy came out it went up,down,left and right. "Now Lets see your Thunder Bolt, and then Tackle Said Vivi."

He ran up to the first tackling it, it didn't break it hurt his head a bit. This one was harder than the last he he practiced on. "Alright" he said with a look of determination in his eyes. Aiden Tackled again. Still nothing but a head ache. He tried Thunder Bolt It missed the Target He Tried it Again another miss.

"Hm.. Ok" she wrote down 'Physical Abillity Test Failed!' "Ok that will be all you can go now!" she motioned him out.

Aiden nodded leaving, he felt exhausted. He ran back to his room, and jumped on his bed. He couldn't go to sleep. He looked up and down under his bed in his closet. He found it his Journal. He got a pen and jotted down the days events he felt much better and then closed his eyes eventually drifting off to sleep.

((Night All See You Tomorow))

Pikalover10
September 18th, 2008, 6:31 AM
"Hey 447 wake up right now!" a voice said as Lance was slwoly waking up. The figure picked him up. "Hey I'm no toy!" said Lance. "Well your going to the battle arena for training." The figure said. Lance sighed and sat there as he was being tacken to the battle arena.

They showed up to the battle arena which was better then before. For his challenge there were two dummies, he could see everything easier, and he had a feeling it wasn't going to be as easy as before. He walked out to the stadium floor falling on his face due to them have just waxing the floor. Lance could barely stand up and stand still. When a Magmar dummy popped out of the ground. Then the scientist yelled at him "This is your training 447! It will attack back on my comand but will not move...Good luck." Lance looked at the Magmar. Then a flash of fire spit out at him. Lance started running back but tripped and his tail got burned. "Owwwwww!" Lance yeled jumping into the air holding his tail.

He looked back at the dummy with anger in his eyes. He ran as fast as he could. Then he caught on lightning and ran straight into the dummy ripping it to shreds. Lance stopped moving out of breath. He hadn't quit gotten the hang of that move...Volt Tackle. He had scratches from every time he attempted it and this time he had one that slit across his forehead. The scientist came out and picked him up not saying a word. He walked down a hallway and dropped him inside a doctor's room from Lance's point of view. The scientist whispered something into the doctors ear and then scadadled away.

"Well Lance. I'm doctor Migancho and I will be checking you up today!" The doctor said with a smile from ear to ear on his face. He put this thing around his arm and then pressed a button and the thing got tighter and tighter. Lance was about to yell in pain when the doctor clicked it off. Lance sighed wondering what other kinds of crazy check ups they were going to do to him. The doctor then put a thermometer under Lance's tongue and then took it out a few minutes later. He had a perfect temperature. Lance yawned bored when the doctor picked him up and put him on a scale. He measured his weight and Lance was a good 44 lbs. Then he put Lance on another scale and Lance was about 1 foot 5. He checked a bunch of other stuff too like hearing and eyesight and Lance was exceptionally high with those.

Fed up with the doctor's when he left so did Lance. He stooped down the hall and around corners until he came to the basement door. He walked closer to it and people where talking. It sounded as if the expirement they were working on was very dangerous. Looking around to see if anyone saw him he cautiously opened the door. It made a creaking sound but nobody noticed thankfully. Lance slipped inside. (What is the expirement??I'll edit as soon as I find out:))

Willoweon
September 18th, 2008, 11:08 AM
Calogera opened one eye, closing it as she pushed herself up. "Ta'days the testing day.. Got to get ready.." Still drowsy, Calogera got out of bed, stretching her arms and wings. She didn't have time to really wake up, as a tall man came to her door. "Ahhhh.. 924! Come with me, its time for your exam!" Calogera yawned, walking towards the man. "Hurry up!" He shouted, putting his right hand in a fist threateningly, pretty close to her face. "I'm going, going going going!" She said quickly, waking up out of her drowse and running down the hall way towards a tiled room. "Now, stand right there, and take off your vest and dress." Calogera nodded, taking off her worn blue dress, as well as her leather vest. "90 pounds... Gaining weight, eh?" He said teasingly. Calogera turned her head angerly, but said nothing.
"Now step right here."

"Here?"

"No you idiot, right here."

Calogera stood up against a wall as the man took her height on a bar.
"4'8..." He said quietly, writing it down on a clipboard that Calogera guessed he had gotten while she was having her weight checked. "Alright, now I want you to attack that dummy over there." He motioned to a dummy in the corner. "Ok.." Calogera said, walking over, and taking a ram at the dummy. It stood up however, and she frowned. "Again." Calogera flung her hand at the Dummy. Five or six stars flew out and hit it, Swift. "That's cheating.." The doctor man said. "Oh well, it's a pass, you managed to knock it down." As he had said, the swift had knocked over the dummy.

Calogera smiled. "Good, can I go?" She asked, heading for the door. "Yes, you are done." Calogera nodded, running back through the hallway, and going into her room. "Now... Quality... Sleep.." She sat down on her bed, and curled back into the uncomfortable bed, but quickly fell asleep.

Yrie
September 18th, 2008, 11:35 AM
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Zore-very good description between the charizard stimulation dummy and Ali!

Lostt- your posts move somewhat fast, but are very good in general, I especially like your character's personality

Pikalover10- Good unfinished post, no negative comments.

Willoweon- Great roleplaying skills, pretty good descriptions

Geez, I'm going to have to choose a co-mod soon...um...I'll decide in my next post okay?

Gumshoe Satyr
September 18th, 2008, 12:30 PM
Having finished her double team training, Ashley sat on a bench against the wall to rest a bit. Her ears perked up a bit when she heard someone coming down the hall, and sure enough, young Ali walked in. At eleven, she was one of the youngest of the hybrids and one of the last to be brought to the laboratory. Ashley always felt a bit more protective toward the youngest of the children and kept a closer eye on them, but at the same time tried to give them space to grow and learn. She almost felt like an older sister at times with tons of sisters and brothers.

Sometimes when she closed her eyes, she felt that she could almost remember how Ali looked before she was merged with Sableye genes, but the image would fade away as soon as it appeared, leaving her wondering if it was even a memory at all. Memory was a tricky thing, indeed, when someone had spent most of her life in one building, and everyday was pretty much like all the others.

She watched Ali's battle with the dummy with some amusement because although she didn't like fighting in real battles, she viewed training as fun as long as it didn't go too far. Besides, there were few other ways to spend free time in the laboratory. Unlike her, Ali had chosen to go straight into a full battle, rather than warming up her moves first. Despite her young age, Ashley knew that she was a fierce opponent in battle and would soon defeat the dummy. She grinned dog-like when she saw her score a powerful thunderpunch in the dummy's chest.

"Way to go, Ali! That dummy didn't stand a chance!" she yelled, still grinning and even wagging her tail a bit in excitement. She stood up and walked toward the Sableye hybrid. "I think I even learned a few good moves from watching you." She gave her a sly wink.

Zore
September 18th, 2008, 2:09 PM
When she heard Ashley's voice behind her, Ali broke into a rare grin. The older girl was one of the few people at the institute she trusted, one of the few people she even talked to. She gave a mumbled thank you to the girl's comments, blushing a bit though it was extremely difficult to tell.

She really looked up to the older girl, even when she had been really small and some people had been afraid of her Ashley never was. Truthfully she was glad the older girl was here, she was not much for intense fighting or training so she didn't notice her when she had come in.

"Did you get your physical yet?" She asked, "I did, it was a weird scientist man this time though. The nice lady wasn't here... But I did really well! He told me I could see into the infrared spectrum." Ali babbled as she grabbed Ashley's hand to pull her out of the Battle Arena. They hadn't talked for a few days and there was so much to tell her.

ANARCHit3cht
September 18th, 2008, 3:03 PM
Aiden woke up for the day he felt a bit tired so he slowly he got ready for that day. He started with his dressing, his pants, T shirt,Sweater shoes and socks. Aiden hopped off his bed he was glad that he is Bi-Annual Check up was over. He picked up a bit faster pace for the day and began to walk a bit faster as he was heading towards the stairs. Walking down them he took his time. He didnt want to dall again. He got to the bottom into the Cafeteria. "Oh, Finally man am i hungry!" he said with a bit of excitement in his voice.

He looked around the room not much people he could see, he had much longed to be free although he hadn't really thought of a plan. Getting his breakfast he said thanked everyone thing that allowed him to be here today. He picked up a fork and poked his eggs around. "This doesn't really smell or look to good, it is all one large glob" he said louder than he wished to. Although the food wasn't the best He eventually finished it. Most likely because he was starving.

Aiden got up and turned down the hall seeing two other hybrids he turned to them and nodded. Continuing on to the Battle Arena he began to skip. Aiden loved to skipped it just was fun and fast. He got down to the end and pushed open the doors. Aiden chose a spot away from the other Hybrids because he did not want to be embarrased. He turned it on and came two dummmies he giggled at the funny Plop! sound the machine made as it deployed the dummies. He ran as fast he could finding him self on all fours he launched his best tackle into the dummy he hit the dummy knocking it back into the other. He used lightning bolt directly in the middle hoping to get both but the dummies moved out the blast missing.

"MAN! My strategies never work!" he yelled as loud as he could before he continued trying to take out the dummies. He went back farther to go in for another tackle. He found himself going alot faster than usual Is this quick attack? he wondered, he had never experienced one it felt so fast, so amazing. He smashed the dummy again this time sending to the big place were dummies go. He felt a bit tired so he turned off the machine and sat down.



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Aiden Stood up "Man a Good Exercise" He stretched his arms high into the air. He walked over to the door opening it. He was ready for lunch. He turned to the cafeteria. He got a Bologna sandwich with cheese and Lettuce on it. Aiden sat down. He was hungry but at the same time he was not. He Knew! His Journal. He ran as quickly as he could up the stairs and he slid under his bed and got his journal. He wrote down his progress in training. He slid under his bed, putting the journal back. He slid out and walked up the stairs he went back, to his lunch it was gone. He walked over to get another one. "Hey leave some for the others" said a voice from behind the counter.

"Fine" Aiden replied and walked off, down the hallway. He wansn't that hungry so he got over going to the battle arena to see if there were any other hybrids there. He pushed open the doors and waited to see if anyone came.

(HArd to Roleplay when no one else is OH well Toodles)

Lusankya
September 18th, 2008, 5:31 PM
A girl walked over to Kite's table. Ashley, her named was, Kite recalled. She was a Flareon-hybrid, and bore the obvious characteristics of it, appearing very much like a walking talking furry animal. Now there's one who would have trouble living outside, Kite thought.

"Good morning, Kite," she said, then sat several seats away. Very soon after, one of the scientists walked in and called her away from her physical check-up.

Kite continued to eat his food in silence. Another hybrid, this time with the signs of being melded with a Pikachu, judging by the tail, ears, and cheeks, sat next to him. "Hey, what's up?"

"Nothing much," came the practiced, polite reply. Kite finished his last bite of food, giving him an excuse to leave. As he was leaving the cafeteria, another scientist approached him. "Time for your check-up, 010-293A."

Kite simply gave the scientist a look. When the scientist trudged off though, Kite followed him into a room off to the side of one of the complex's many hallways.

The check-up was nothing new, Kite had gone through many of them already in his short life. They checked his vision (still 20/20), his breathing, heart rate, weight (120 pounds, slightly on the scrawny side but quite normal), height (6' feet, not too shabby), BMI, and took blood samples for cholesterol.

Putting his jumpsuit back on, the scientist remarked to him, "Oh, that shipment you asked for. It's over there," he said, gesturing to a large box in the corner of the room.

Kite nodded in acknowledgment. "Thank you," he said.

"No problem, we were going to chuck them anyways."

Kite grabbed the box and hefted it. It was really heavy, but the contents were metal, so he had plenty of assistance in lifting it. Almost floating it down the hallway and up the stairs, he headed back to his dorm and opened the box.

Inside was a series of heavy metal chains. He took them out and sprawled them along the floor of his dorm. The scientist had given him about twice as much chain as he had asked for. Not that he was complaining, it was always good to have some spare around. He took a length of chain and pulled on it. It was slightly lighter than he would have liked, but strong enough that he was confident that no one, except maybe a fighting-Pokemon hybrid, could break it.

Sitting down surrounded by the chains, he set to work. Using his metal-bending powers, he snapped open some of the chains and melded together others to create chains of the proper length. Then, he broke chains on the ends and created loops, like a chain lasso. Once he had four 10-foot long lengths of chain and two 12-foot long ones, he slipped his arms and legs through the loops of the shorter chains, then slipped the other two around his waist. The chains, under the command of his will, wrapped themselves around his torso, legs, and arms. All ready. He placed the remaining chains back in the box and shoved it in a corner. Then, he practiced raveling and unraveling the chains with the most speed possible.

After about another twenty minutes, he walked out of his dorm then headed into the training arena. For a while, he had been debating with himself whether it was better to wait for actual battle to use them, or practice beforehand. Eventually he had come to the decision that practice was better. The element of surprise would only last so long, and it was more critical that he learn to use his new weapons better. Even if they weren't allowed in the battle arena, they would still provide some interesting new concepts for him to grapple with.

Walking into the training arena, he noticed that there were only a few other hybrids fighting. Interesting, he had expected there be a lot more, this being the first day it was back and all. People were staring at him because of the chains wrapped around his body. Probably they thought it was some kind of crude armor or something.

He called up four combat robots, and set them to the third highest level and on aggressive stance. They quickly spread out, encircling him.

Kite grinned. This was gonna be fun.

Opening his fists, he let charge flow through his body. He could see the magnetic field lines spreading out in front of him. He felt the click of each length of chain snapping to the magnetic fields.

With a flick of his wrists, he unraveled all six of his chains and sent them flying out towards the simulations. They were fast, granted, but they hadn't been expecting this. Three of them managed to jump out of the way, but Kite snagged the fourth, wrapping the length of chain attached to his right arm around the simulation's leg. Another chain, this time one of the ones attached to his torso, struck out and grabbed the simulation's other legs. Kite electrified the two chains, sending a massive 5,000 volts down the lengths of the chains. The robot's circuitry was fried nearly instantaneously. He flicked his wrist, the chains came alive like snakes again, and sent the dead robot flying towards another one.

The other three robots hadn't been idle during this time. They had spread out and backed further out of range, and were now attacking using attacks with longer ranges than his chains. No matter, Kite wasn't a melee fighter anyways. A flamethrower and a water gun approached from his two sides, so he ducked and rolled to the front. The column of flames and water met, and with a loud hiss, steam filled the immediate area. Not waiting for it to clear, Kite rushed towards a silhouette than might have been another robot. It was, and he attacked with the chains again, holding it down and using the same method he had earlier to short-circuit its fragile electronic equipment.

Two down, two to go. The steam had mostly cleared now. There was a big ol' continuous puddle a few feet from Kite and the robot who had fired the water gun. The robot was standing in the water.

Kite smiled. Too easy. Robots were so unintelligent. Humans were way better. He snapped another chain towards the puddle and sent another massive amount of voltage down the chain. The water took up the charge and conducted it all the way to the robot who had generated it, all in the blink of an eye. Electricity traveled at the speed of light.

Only one left. This time, nothing fancy. Kite simply shot lightning bolts out of his hands at it, while the robot tried to dodge them. Not giving it any time to counterattack, after slightly more than a minute, Kite had finally managed to hit in dead on the head. It crumpled to the ground.

Grinning widely, Kite retracted his chains, wrapping them around his body, then headed back out into the hallway.

ANARCHit3cht
September 18th, 2008, 6:36 PM
Aiden walked into the hallway he saw Kite and Stopped. "Hey" he looked down and then back up. "I don't know if it will work but those Scientist look pretty defenseless maybe we could try taking over by show them our power?" He looked hoping he hadn't angered the older Hybrid he wouldn't stand a chance. "Well i give you time to think" said Aiden partially intimidated by the older Hybrid.

Aiden left the hall back to his room and picked up his Journal he decided to make profiles on all the Hybrids he met so he could know who is who. This could involve snooping for those who dont want to talk. He walked up with his Journal, and began an Entry for Kite. After he finished he wrote Kite: Bright Yellow Hair, Blue Tinted Steel Lookin Skin To be continued..

Aiden became really bored with nothing to do he decided to train a bit more, he walked into the Battle Arena and made a dummy appear he put on Agressive Mode he needed a challenge. Out came an Manectric looking thing. Another Elec tric type. "Well since electric type moves wont affect him much... i'll use-" he was cut off by the blow of the Manectric. A bit angered by this Aiden stood back and did a quick attack that he turned into a tackle doing much more damage as a sped up tackle. Hitting the Manectric seemed to be affected little by this to. Aiden looked at the console. "Uh-Oh the level is set to Hard" Aiden Kept dodging the blows thinking of a plan. Aiden Jumped into the air and then did a quick attack he landed on the Manectric "HaHa Yeah!" Aiden said laughing. Now on the Manectric he hoped for the machine to get confused. It didnt, the Manectric flung him in the Air Aiden Proved useless and had only one option he used Thunder Bolt. A bolt flashed from hitting the machine paralyzing it. "What thats not.." he realized he learned Thunder Wave making a Total of Four Moves he knew. The machine paralyzed gave Aiden his chance Aiden Flung his body into over and over again.

The Machine Roared back into action Hitting Aiden into a wall he was stuck and couldn't move. The Manectric readied for another attack Aiden was done for. "NO!" Aiden Screamed as the Manectric smashed into him.

Aiden blacked out and slumped against the wall the manectric broke from the massive strike.

Gumshoe Satyr
September 18th, 2008, 6:45 PM
"Yes," replied Ashley, " I've had my physical." When Ali told her that she could see in infrared, she gaped at her, mouth wide open. "Does that mean that you can see heat and that you have night vision?" She cocked her head curiously, wondering how she, a fire pokemon hybrid, looked to Ali. No matter how long she knew her young friend, she never ceased to amaze her.

Meanwhile, other hybrids walked into the training area but Ashley payed them no mind, preferring to talk to Ali because of how its been since they had a good conversation. Hearing more footprints in the hall, she abruptly shifted her attention from Ali, sensing by smell and sound that they weren't hybrids. Two scientists, one male and one female, strolled by, their heads bent close together in deep, hushed conversation. Could there be something going on? she wondered, her face furrowing in concentration. Ashley eyed them until they were out of sight and her ears twitched as she tried to listen in.

As soon as they were gone, she faced Ali and smiled at her, apologetically. "Sorry about that.... Hey, how about we take a break and grab some lunch. I'm staved." She rubbed her stomach in emphasis.

Although she tried not to show it, she had felt on edge for days now, but she hadn't quite figured out what exactly was alarming her. However, she did feel sure that it was the pokemon part of her that was warning her, not the human part. Maybe it was a new scent in the air, or maybe something in the way the scientists were acting was setting her off, but she felt that whatever it was, it was significant.......

Zore
September 18th, 2008, 7:17 PM
Ali quickly agreed to lunch, battle simulations always made her feel hungry; especially when they required her to use elemental attacks. She kept up a steady stream of conversation, informing Ashley of what she had seen and done over the past several days. Most of it was completely irrelevant, and Ali knew that, but there were so few people she felt comfortable talking to that she usually ended up talking about everything.

Ashley did seem a bit preoccupied today though, she kept glancing at passing scientists and looked troubled. Though, as Ali began to look around as well, there did seem to be a lot of scientist out and about today. Pretty soon it had piqued her interest and she stopped talking, trying to figure out what exactly was going on as well. Besides her sight however, Ali's senses were actually slightly less adept than an average human; a consequence of merging two almost entirely sight based creatures. She could tell something was off, a lot of people looked strange and Ashley had on a look of extreme concentration.

"...Ashley?" Ali asked as the pair finally reached the cafeteria, "What's going on? Did someone try to leave again?" A brief note of fear crept into her voice. The last time someone had tried to escape they had cracked down on security a lot. Ali had been labeled high risk and had been heavily monitored for months because of her unique skill set. She hadn't been able to see anyone nice for over a month, just a bunch of scientists who kept telling her the dangers of leaving the facility over and over. That had been the second most frightening thing to ever happen to her, and she never wanted it to happen agian.

Willoweon
September 19th, 2008, 2:46 AM
A while later, Calogera woke up from her nap. "That's better.." She yawned, stretching out her tiny arms, and getting up. The faint smell of food reminded her that she hadn't eaten, and she headed down the hallway, going through two corridors, and finding herself at the cafeteria. She now noticed that there were many more scientests here than usual, and that they kept on looking at her with a strange glare. Calogera wondered if someone had tried to escape? Or maybe it was just one of those days.

She grabbed one of the plastic plates from a small table nearby, as well as a fork and a spoon, not getting a knife as it was easy to cut things with a fork... For her, anyways. Her plate was quickly filled with salad, cheese, and a few cracked crackers. Her spooned some of the cheese into the corner, filling the space with apple sauce.
Calogera hated the smell of food here.. To much meat. Calogera hated meat. She grabbed her fork, and sat down at a table, stabbing her lettuce and eating it.

Now Calogera stopped, stopped chewing her lettuce, stopped breathing, even. A scientest had a hard eye on her. She shivered, and exhaled deeply as he left. She finished her lunch quickly, and placed the dirty plate on a absent table, before slipping away. Calogera didn't feel right today. Maybe she was tired of having little, usually no sunlight.. Her eyes had no rings of black under them, not like before this. Calogera wanted to go free, but she would have to wait for a good day. "Make them think I is going to leave, don't a-" She stopped as she realised she had started talking aloud, however being safe in her room from prying ears.

Gumshoe Satyr
September 19th, 2008, 4:58 AM
At her question Ashley shot Ali a warning glance, and whispered, "Shhhh... Not here.... After we get our food, let's sit in that far over there table, and then we can talk. The other people in here talking should drown us out." Putting on a fake smile that she knew would fool anyone who could be watching, she led Ali to the lunch line and grabbed a ham and cheese sandwich and a glass of water. From the line to the table, she smiled and greeted hybrids that she knew (which is a lot) and nodded politely at any scientists in the room, which was something she always did.

Before answering Ali's questions, she scanned the room, trying to find anyone who seemed much too interested in them, but all seemed to be happily engaged in conversations with friend and hardly seemed to notice them sitting back there. Giving them one last look, she turned to her friend, the fake smile still on her face.

"I'm not really sure what's going on, but I don't think that someone tried to escape. Security would certainly be increased if that happened and besides, that's not something that would be hidden from us. They would just turn it into another lesson to teach us not to try to escape," she said to her, voice low. She noticed other people walking into the dining room, but none of them seemed interested in their conservation either.

Breathing a barely audible sigh of relief, she continued, "No, I think something else is going on. It's like the scientists and other people who work here are worried about something.... like they expect something bad to happen. We can't let on that we expect something, though. They could build up the security or put us in solitary confinement or something. Whatever it is they definitely don't want us to know about it. We need to keep this between us, Ali, and I need you to be very brave for me." She smiled sweetly at her, this time a real smile.

"I've also heard some strange rumors going around. Have you heard them?"

Zore
September 19th, 2008, 5:17 AM
Ali kept silence per Ashley's request as they both retrieved food from the lunch line, Ashley nodding to several other hybrids. Ali just kept her head down and her hair in front of her eyes. Besides Ashley and a few others Ali never really talked to any of the other hybrids, she only even talked to them because they were the ones who had been friendly with her before the... event. She quickly quashed the memory before it rose and swallowed the tears that threatened to rise, she had to be brave.

The twosome sat down at a table with excellent visibility of the entire lunchroom. Ashley scanned the room, trying to find anyone who seemed much too interested in them. Ali just looked at her friend, curious if she too should be looking out before immediately deciding against. Ashley had way better senses than her anyways.

"I'm not really sure what's going on, but I don't think that someone tried to escape. Security would certainly be increased if that happened and besides, that's not something that would be hidden from us. They would just turn it into another lesson to teach us not to try to escape," Ashley began without preamble, causing Ali to nod in slight relief. Maybe everything was okay after all.

Ashley,however, continued, "No, I think something else is going on. It's like the scientists and other people who work here are worried about something.... like they expect something bad to happen. We can't let on that we expect something, though. They could build up the security or put us in solitary confinement or something. Whatever it is they definitely don't want us to know about it. We need to keep this between us, Ali, and I need you to be very brave for me." She smiled sweetly at her, Ali shyly returning it with one of her own. She knew she absolutely had to be brave, for Ashley.

"I've also heard some strange rumors going around. Have you heard them?" Ali frowned at the question, probing her memory. Nothing however immediately came to mind and she was forced to frown and shake her head vigorously.

"No, what kind of rumor?"

Yrie
September 19th, 2008, 12:54 PM
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Namora-Good roleplaying skills, I can't wait to see Ashley develop.

Zore- Good posts, Ali definitely is an interesting character in my opinion.

Willoweon- Though incomplete, I can say that you are a good roleplayer, a little confusion with 'two' 'too' and 'to' but that's okay.

ALL- I am making Lusankya co-moderator of the thread, because he is an excellent roleplayer, has more experience with the site, more than me (yeah, I'm kinda new), and has created roleplays of his own, so yeah, snaps for Lusankya. Oh, and don't get me wrong, you guys all rock, I just think that Lusankya would make the best co-mod.

Gumshoe Satyr
September 19th, 2008, 1:32 PM
Ashley was proud of how brave Ali was being through the conversation. When she asked her about the rumors, she thought for a second and shook her head, saying, ""No, what kind of rumor?" Ashley thought for a minute, trying to recall all that she had heard and took a deep breath.

"Word is that a some kind of weird experiment is going on in the basement. No one seems to really seems to know what's going on except the scientists, of course. I've heard the story from three or four different hybrids, and each told a slightly different story each time. The only thing that they seemed to be sure of is that the experiment is dangerous."

Thinking that Ali was already frightened enough as it was, she added, "Like I said though, they're rumors. I haven't found enough reason yet to believe that they might be true. I will be keeping my eyes and ears open, however, and suggest that you do the same, but enough of the doom and gloom stuff. I only told you because I want you to be careful and safe. No reason to be depressed over things that might happen or could be happening. For all we know, we could wake up tomorrow morning with everything back to normal."

She stood up and gave Ali a playful nudge. Ashley felt a lot better after getting all of that off her chest and things didn't seem quite as bad anymore, at least not at that moment. "If you're done with your food, how about we have some fun. I'm up for anything. What do you want to do?"

Lusankya
September 19th, 2008, 3:00 PM
After he was done training, Kite walked back up to his dorm, took of the chains and stuck them in the box. As impressive weapons or tools they might have been, but they were too heavy to wear around normally. Also, they attracted attention. Not that Kite cared about attention from hybrids, it was attention from the scientists he didn't want. He knew, or at least had heard about, the things they did to those they decided were a threat, and he didn't want to be one of those people. Unlike some of the other, mostly younger hybrids, Kite wasn't naive enough to believe they had their best interests at heart. Quite the opposite, in fact, he thought to himself. Probably when they were done with whatever they were doing with him and the other hybrids, they would be "disposed" of.

That of course, meant escape was essential to his long-term survival. Just when, where, and mostly importantly, how. The complex was an inverted fortress. Unlike a normal fortress, built to withstand attack from without, the laboratory was designed to stop anyone inside from getting out.

Kite glanced at the sole clock in his dorm. It was near lunch time. Had the morning really gone by that quickly? Unless his clock was wrong, and Kite seriously doubted that it was, it had to have been. Brushing off his jumpsuit, he headed down towards the lunchroom. It wasn't too full, but it was far from empty, and he had to wait for several minutes in line. The efficiency of the lunch ladies was always, in his opinion, lacking. Grabbing his lunch of chicken nuggets and fries, he walked through the tables searching for a sufficiently isolated spot.

"I'm not really sure what's going on, but I don't think that someone tried to escape. Security would certainly be increased if that happened and besides, that's not something that would be hidden from us. They would just turn it into another lesson to teach us not to try to escape," drifted the words from another table. They made Kite stop. Looking around, he found a nearby empty table, then sat down at it at the closest point to the two girls chatting in low voices. Leaning over his food, he listened in closely. Eavesdropping was essentially the only way he could get information like this, because in truth, hardly anyone talked to him. Not that he blamed them.

"No, I think something else is going on. It's like the scientists and other people who work here are worried about something.... like they expect something bad to happen. We can't let on that we expect something, though. They could build up the security or put us in solitary confinement or something. Whatever it is they definitely don't want us to know about it." The girl, Ashley, Kite remembered, continued on, but the words were indistinct. The other girl, unfamiliar to him, said something.

"Word is that a some kind of weird experiment is going on in the basement. No one seems to really seems to know what's going on except the scientists, of course. I've heard the story from three or four different hybrids, and each told a slightly different story each time. The only thing that they seemed to be sure of is that the experiment is dangerous," Ashley explained. They continued to talk, but it wasn't about the rumor anymore. Kite leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and sighed.

So, the scientists were supposedly up to something in the basement. Possibly dangerous. Kite knew his speculation was likely to be far off, but he reckoned they were probably attempting something new with the making of hybrids.

He thought back to Steven, his maybe one real friend in the complex. He was one of the scientists, not a hybrid, the same one that had got him the chains and done his physical earlier. Having a friendship with a hybrid wasn't allowed for him of course, but he was nice enough to do otherwise. Steven would probably know about it, but Kite didn't want to ask him. He doubted their friendship stretched that far.

He finished eating his food, and took his tray up and stacked it on top of the others.

ANARCHit3cht
September 19th, 2008, 3:08 PM
"Things dont look so good.. we need those results" said a voice that Aiden didn't recognize. Footsteps echoed through Aiden's Head He began to slowly open is eyes. Some sort of medical room came into view. "Look 304-UI12 is awake"

"Good, now send him to his room"

"Understood" the male scientist picked up Aiden "You know something kid your stupid" Aiden stayed silent Ignoring Him. The man carried Aiden up a series of stairs and finally into his room. "Now stay here!" Aiden wanted to tackle the man but he was already gone.

Aiden got out of his bed he was starving. When Aiden Arived at the Cafeteria he got his meal and ate it. Aiden wanted to be free so bad.

King_Lucario
September 19th, 2008, 5:21 PM
((OoC: Sorry I haven't been on. I've been busy with work. And you guys move fast. Good job to Lusankya and all that other stuff. Here I go.))

Devin walked into a large, dull room that was covered with a white wallpaper. As Devin closely observed it, he noticed that all along the wall were small vents. Devin could feel a slight air coming from the vents. Weird, Devin thought to himself. A bright light came on that made the dull, barren room seem a tad bit more lively. Suddenly, a loud voice boomed over the intercom.

"Okay, 448! You are going to be participating in a training exercise! Here, we will test three things: reaction, endurance, and overall strength. Get ready for test number one!" the voice screamed. Devin readied his stance, but nothing happened. A look of discomfort and confusement spread acoss Devin's face.

"What's going on?" Devin screamed.

"I'm sorry, 448, but there are no articles of clothing allowed to cover your face in the training arena. Please remove the hood and we may continue. Otherwise, you may not leave," the voice explained.

"I hate all of you," Devin said to himself. He slowly removed the white hood and revealed two rather large blue ears that protruded from the top of his head. Devin readied his stance, once again, and prepared for the worst.

"Here we go! Reaction test!" the voice boomed yet again. After the voice, several discs began flying and Devin. Using his aura, Devin deflected many of the discs, but they always seemed to be returning to him. Devin could not keep this up for long.

"If you haven't noticed, 448, these discs are specifically targeting your aura. The more you use it, the more tired you get!" the voice laughed. Devin knew who the voice was; it was one of the other Physical Education and Well-being professors, Professor Eisenhower, of Professor E as Devin called him.

"Shutup!" Devin screamed as he tried to concentrate. Devin's vision becam outrageously clear as he began to scout the room. His once wide and broad movements became small and reserved, cutting down his energy output. Devin noticed the slots where the discs were shooting from. Devin gathered aura in his mouth and fired a large Aura Sphere into the air. All of the discs flocked to it. While the discs were distracted, Devin used ExtremeSpeed to destroy all of the slots that the discs were exiting from. When the Aura Sphere disappeared, the discs dropped to the ground. Devin walked over and destroyed all of them using a Psychic attack.

"Good job, 448! Now onto the endurance test!" Professor E exclaimed.

Great. Another damn test, Devin thought to himself as he readied once again for the worse to come. He was tired and panting, but he could manage through it. He had to.

Yrie
September 20th, 2008, 12:25 PM
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Lostt-The last post could have been a bit longer, but it isn't bad.

namora and Zore- Since Ali and Ashley are carrying on a conversation, I'm going to let the shorter posts go, mainly because it's hard to fit more than what's being said when two people are carrying on a conversation, and they're still pretty decent length.

All-if you want a good example on length, check out Lusankya and King_Lucario's posts.

Gamekrazy
September 20th, 2008, 3:18 PM
Sign-ups still open? May I join?

Name: Jiro
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Pokemon: Smeargle
Scientific Designation: 537-SM86

Appearance: At first glance, one may not realize that this boy had once been human. While he stands at 4'11, nearly a foot taller then the average smeargle, he is covered in light cream-brown fur from head to tow, a long paintbrush tail sprouting from his backside, secreting blue paint-fluid, and his face somewhat taking the shape of a smeargle snout, complete with floppy brown ears and brown rings on his wrists and ankles. His eyes are a dark blue, the same shade as his tails paint. As for clothing, he wears a beret on his head matching his fur color, a dark brown vest witch is usually unbuttoned and has a blue pawprint on the back (As his actual back lacks one) and a brown pear of jeans, with a hole in the back to let his tail out. Around his neck is a brown collar, with a dogtag on the front stating his scientific number.

Personality: Jiro can easily be summed up as shy and timid, usually not going out of his way to talk to people. He is the type of person you wouldn't really notice if he suddenly dissapeared, perhaps because hes the type people don't tend to notice at all. He is easily bossed around, never wanting to displease someone, and as such can be taken advantage of. While he excels in battle against training dummies, in battles with other hybrids he is like a deer in the headlights. The thought that he could actually get hurt overwhelms him, and his mind cant really focous on anything else, usually causing him to be hurt. He wonders what life outside of the lab would be like at times, but isn't nearly interested enough to attempt to leave. He keeps a sketchbook in his room which he fills with various pictures, ranging from random things that pop into his mind to events that had happened to him during the day.

History: The first thing that Jiro can remember is a sharp pain going through his body as he was merged with the DNA of a smeargle, changing his body, and his life, forever. Anything before that is foggy, almost as if he was born at that instant. The scientists were intreauged by Jiro's developments, being much faster and sturdier then normal smeargles. Combining this with the fact he could learn any possible pokemon move gave him the potential to be the ultimate fighting machine. Of course, in order to learn a move through sketch, it has to be used on you. For the first few weeks of his battle training, all he did was take hits from other pokemon, learning new moves at the price of being beat to a pulp. Being beat up all the time did things to his mind. It caused him to become shy and timid, and while he excelled in battle simulations, any real ones he got into always ended horribly on his part. As other hybrids began to realize his timid nature and inability to defend himself, he began to get bullied. Specifically by a very large Snorlax hybrid, who seemed to enjoy making his life miserable more then other hybrids. And so Jiro withdrew even more, becoming the shy, timid hybrid he is today.

RP Sample: (Taken from Final Fantasy: The War Of The Rats & The Eagle's Rapture on Serebii forums)

Everything was dark. The only thing visible to Lini was a shadowy figure in the distance, who, at a very slow pace, was walking further and further away, carrying his parents under his arms. The small Moogle was frantically chasing after, tears welling up in his eyes, calling out to them, pleading that they were released. The shadowy figure did not even acknowledge his presence, and continued onward. Lini chased after with all the speed his small body could possibly muster, but with every step, every tear, every plea, the figure seemed to get further and further away. Gravity seemed to inverse itself, and the Moogle suddenly found himself falling backwards, away from his parents, still crying out for them as loud as he could, unable to do anything as he watched them vanish into the distance, disappearing into the darkness, leaving Lini alone as he fell, hopelessly, and alone, still crying out for them, reaching for the spot they had vanished from, attempting to fly up to them using his wings, but was inevitably dragged further down. He couldn’t fly. He could only fall.

“Lini?” A voice called out to him as he fell, the darkness starting to dissipate as he heard it “Lini? Wake up. Were almost there.”

Slowly, the small Moogle’s eyes opened as he awakened once more. He kept them squinted, rubbing them with his paws, attempting to adjust them to the new level of light in the Airship Cabin.

“…Morning…” He said to the Nu-Mou in the seat next to him, who had woke him up, still a bit groggy.

“You seem a bit troubled.” He said “Is there something on your mind?”

“No… Not really.” Lini replied. He got out of his seat and walked over to one of the nearest windows, staring out of it, gazing upon the clouds floating past them, the ground miles below, and the view of Dalmasca approaching from the horizon. Lini knew that Taiki didn’t buy the whole ‘nothings wrong’ bit. In the past year he had spent with him, he grew to feel like the Nu-Mou could read him like a book.

Had it only been a year? It had felt like an eternity. Those days he had spent with his mother and father, living in the skies, not having any set home, with the freedom to go anywhere and anywhere, it all seemed so far away. He had been invincible. His domain was the sky. His world was ever-expanding. Now everything was different. This airship would land, and he would return to the ground. The Rapture had clipped his wings. On the ground he would stay.

“Say Lini…” Taiki said, sensing the Moogles sadness “Once we land and check into our accommodations, what say we head a bit outside the city to where the monsters roam, so you could test your cannon out?”

Lini nodded, but said nothing. He had completed the cannon itself a few days before they had left on their trip, but it had only been tested on inanimate targets, not living, breathing monsters. It most likely would take his mind off things, so it sounded fine for him. Lini returned to his chair and sat down, the airship now approaching the entrance to the aerodome and preparing to land.

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Lini and Taiki walked out into the open streets of Dalmasca. Lini had his aforementioned cannon strapped around his back, and a bag with his clothes, books, and other things in one of his hands. Taiki carried his staff and one of his bags (large in comparison to Lini’s) in one hand, with another bag in his other.

“The crowds sure havn’t changed, eh?” Taiki commented, looking around at the hustle and bustle of the city. “Come now, we have to get moving. We will be staying at an inn situated right above a local pub. The sooner we get rid of our bags the better, right?”

Lini nodded, and began to follow Taiki as he walked through the crowds. Luckly his bright red robes stuck out amongst the crowd, so he was not that afraid of getting separated. Now that he thought about it, though his family had visited Dalmasca before, he never had actually been in much of the city. Most of his time was spent in the Aerodome, or onboard the ship. He marveled at the grandeur of it all, taking it all in. He had the feeling that this was going to be an interesting trip. Yes, interesting indeed.

Lusankya
September 20th, 2008, 3:45 PM
(OOC: Making my first action as co-mod of this thread, I hereby declare your sign-up Accepted."

King_Lucario
September 20th, 2008, 4:33 PM
Devin was ready. His mind was focused on a single task: passing this training regiment and moving on with his life. Devin readied his stance yet again as Professor E began to talk on the intercom.

"Are you ready, 448? The endurance test is a tough one!" Professor E's low voice drawled. Devin nodded his head and focused his sight. He didn't know what was going to happen, but he was prepared for anything. Suddenly, the entire room went dark. Devin couldn't see a thing; his aura had somehow been cut off. Devin thrashed about as someone or something began to grab hold of him. It grabbed his arms and legs and bound them. Devin was then pulled to a large upright table and strapped on as the lights came back on.

"What are you doing?" Devin asked loudly, frantically looking around.

"The endurance test! Now get ready for some serious pain!" Professor E bellowed. OUt of the wall a large ray gun hoisted on a mechanical arm was focused on Devin. It was charging, giving off a shrill noise that greatly bothered Devin.

"AHH! Make it stop!" Devin screamed as he squirmed on the table he was attached to. The noise was too much for him to bear; his ears started to bleed and his heart began to beat faster. Devin was going to become seriously injured if he didn't find a way out.

"Can't handle it, 448? Well too bad. You have to!" Professor E bellowed once again. Devin continued squirming as the noise got louder and louder. Suddenly, the barrel of the ray gun began to glow. Energy was flowing in from the main chamber that held the fuel. Devin began to sweat and worry, worrying for his life.

I have to find a way out. I can't use my aura, but what can I use? Devin thought to himself. He had plenty of time to think because the adrenaline coarsing through his veins made time seem slower to him. He couldn't use energy, but he had an idea as to what he needed to do. The menacing ray gun began to charge even more, emitting an even more powerful screech. Devin braced himself, waiting for the gun to fire. The ray gun fired, giving off the highest pitched screech Devin had ever heard in his life. In a last ditch effort save himself, he opened his mouth and did something he wouldn't think about: he let out a menacing screech, a Metal Sound. Devin's pitch matched that of the ray gun, keeping the energy from touching Devin. The whole room began to shake at the wake of Devin's fury.

Devin kept up this feat for a few minutes, ehausting his energy. In another last ditch effort, Devin used the rest of his energy to heighten the intensity of his screech. It destroyed the ray gun and shattered the windows of the training dome. Devin, exhausted, dropped his head and began to pant rapidly, trying to catch as much breath as possible. He was released from the table and dropped onto the dirt floor. Devin continued catching his breath, but managed to utter a few words.

"Is that all you punks got?" Devin said sarcastically. He looked up and Professor E, who was hidden in the shadows.

"No. Get ready for your final test, 448. I will warn you: it will hurt," Professor E said as he pressed a button. The room became dark. Devin readied, once again, to prepare for the worse, once again.

Gamekrazy
September 20th, 2008, 4:34 PM
Physicals. The idea of being in practically nothing but your undergarments as a doctor examined you always made Jiro feel uneasy. He shivered as the doctor placed the cold stethoscope on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. Even through his fur, the metal face of it was still very cold. Taking the medical instrument away, he wrote a few things down on his chart, and held out a flask filled with water to him afterwards.

"Dip your tail in this please." The doctor asked, and he did as he was told, the paint from his tail causing the water to turn blue. Sealing off the flask, labeling it and putting it aside, he motioned Jiro to the scale, where he proceeded to weigh the human-pokemon. Glancing at the scale, he took a few notes down, before putting a finger on Jiro's ribcage and pushing in. His finger collided with the bone, and the doctor frowned.

"538, you seem to be very underweight." The doctor said. Jiro wished they would call him by his name, but he knew that to them, he was nothing but a set of numbers "I suggest you start eating more. We want to make sure you are good and healthy."

Jiro nodded, but that may be harder then it sounded. Recently, Taro, the Snorlax-hybrid whom he had troubles with, decided that Jiro's meals were better off adding to his already massive girth then delivering nutrition to the poor Smeargle hybrid. He was now forced to find someplace to eat without being discovered, if he wished to eat at all.

"Well, your all done." The doctor said, motioning to the door "Should anything come back wrong with your bloodwork, we will let you know."

Jiro nodded once again, and grabbed his clothes, pulling and zipping up his pants, making sure his tail was safely through their intended hole, and slipping on his vest, before promptly leaving the room without another word.

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Jiro walked down the halls of the facility, moving twords the training room to try and blow off some steam. He clutched his stomach as it growled rather loudly. It had figured that Taro had been waiting for him at the end of the lunch line. As per usual, all of his food ended up in the Snorlaxs' belly instead of his, dispite Jiro informing him of his apparant food problem. True, training would only end up with his body requiring more food, but dinner was quite a ways away, and the cafiteria workers refused to give out seconds, he wouldn't be getting food any time soon.

Once inside the training room, Jiro faced his practice robot, set to be a Machamp, his weakness, as it charged at him. He did not move, but not for fear. He stayed still, with his eyes fixed on his oncoming opponent, using his move "Lock On" to make sure not to miss his mark, raised his hands to his sides, and attacked. A flurry of ice and snow appeared from nowhere behind him, speeding twords the dummy. At an extremely cold temperature, the dummy froze where it stood, Sheer Cold doing what it was intended to and completely immobilizing his opponent. Jiro sighed at his victory. If only he could do that to an actual pokemon...

FinalMaster
September 21st, 2008, 3:14 AM
If signups are still open, could you please reserve me a spot? Thanks, if you can.

Yrie
September 21st, 2008, 5:21 AM
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King_Lucario-Great post, Devin's an interesting character
Gamekrazy-Good first post, can't wait for the next one
Goulerbot-sure, you might be the last one though Reserved until Wednesday

Jaydin Knight
September 21st, 2008, 7:02 AM
Hopefully I'm not too late... Might I still sign up?

Name: Jasper Luelk
Age: Fourteen
Gender: Male
Pokemon: Umbreon
Scientific Designation: 751-AI43

Appearance: Although short for a human his age, Jasper is actually of a perfectly fine height for an Umbreon-cross at 5 feet tall or 152 centimeters tall. He has wispy midnight black hair. Just above where human ears ought to be, Jasper has Umbreon ears – charcoal colored except for a ring of yellow on both. In surprising contrast to his hair and ears, Jasper retained his pale complexion from when he was human. There is a tattoo-like ring of gold on each of his shoulders, stretching from his shoulder blade to just above his elbow. A matching pair of glowing rings are on his legs – from just below his knee to his ankles. An Umbreon tail sprouts from his backside, extending from his tailbone and controlled by Jasper. Again, it is encircled by a ring of gold. All these ‘rings’ are the equivalent of Umbreon’s markings and glow when Jasper is feeling particularly extreme or when he’s fighting. His eyes are a scarlet red and Jasper’s nose seems small on his face. Similarly, he has a small mouth. When he opens his mouth, sharp white fangs can be seen.

Jasper has fingers, but he is missing his pinky-finger on both hands and the other three fingers are spaced out slightly to counteract that. Sharp claws are in place where his nails out to be. His feet are more paw-like than human like, and they too have claws. Jasper ordinarily wears a pair of blue jeans torn just below his knee and a red T-shirt. He does own a hooded sweatshirt as well, but rarely wears it.

Personality: Jasper is a loner at heart and tends to shy away from other people/hybrids. He's not ashamed of his ears, tail and other 'mutations' either, unlike some other hybrids. Jasper can't imagine himself without his so-called 'mutations'. He is extremely loyal to those who befriend him - that is, a precious few. That's not to say he's extremely laidback, Jasper is paranoid and living in a lab has not helped. Some of his quirks include obsessive counting, sudden mood changes and an odd sleeping schedule. If he still lived in the real world, Jasper would have been diagnosed with several mental disorders. As it is, Jasper does have bouts of rage now and then, but usually it is self-contained or he expresses it on the battle field. He tends to see others as inferior unless proved other wise and doesn't easily make friends.

History: Jasper Luwell was only three years old when he was kidnapped from his parents - two drunks who never noticed their son was missing and never reported it, part of the reason why they picked him. The earliest thing he remembers is his older (by five years) sister Jessica singing a lullaby to him. It is his happiest memory, and Jasper hopes to get out and find Jessica some day. The next thing he remembers is pain, seeming like it would never stop. He vaguely remembers the faces staring at him, poking and prodding. Jasper grew up at the lab and aside from Jessica's face, he only really remembers a sense of hurt. He has no memory of how he looked when he was human.

Anything Extra: Nothing, for now.

RP Sample: (From an Eragon Roleplay)
The hardened pads of his paws beat heavily on the harsh, hot sand beneath him and his fur - which never before had seemed so heavy - weighed him down and made the werecat sweat heavily.

But he had to keep walking - what else was there to do? The werecat paused and licked one of his mottled black and brown paws, but his tongue felt fat in his mouth as he opened it. Alyx laid his paw back down.

Aah, curses to his dark pelt. It only made the sun beat harder on him. He swore softly in his head, almost wanting to transform into his boy form...But no, what if he was sunburned?

Alyx hated sunburn.

He'd been traveling through the Hadarac Desert for several days, now, but he was getting slightly lonesome. Alyx was appalled at himself, but the fact remained that it was so. He had not seen any sort of intelligent being about and he did like conversation...occasionally.

Aha!

A figure!

He peered at the figure, wondering whether to approach it. Alyx came closer.

Oh.

A human - but no...he gave a long sniff and stared curiously at the sentient being.

A strange mixture of something he'd never smelt before laid on her being.

Alyx padded forward, staying to the few shadows and many pawsteps behind before he was finally at the tree.

Hello, he murmured, touching her mind lightly. If she was a normal human, who had perhaps eaten something strange, her mind would open up to his in a matter of moments.

How have you come to be here, girl?

Gumshoe Satyr
September 21st, 2008, 9:43 AM
(Better?)

During a break in their conversation, Ashley glanced up in time to observe Kite standing up from the nearby table he'd been sitting at. As he placed his tray on top of the others, she smiled mischievously at his back. How could he possibly think that he could "discreetly" listen to our conversation. What does he think these large ears are for? Fashion? In essence, sneaking up on Ashley was like trying to sneak up on a real Flareon, which had a sense of hearing and smell almost as sharp as a Growlithe. She'd noticed his arrival before he even entered the cafeteria.

When he approached a nearby table, she considered ending the conversation before he overheard to much, but in all the years that she'd known him, she'd never thought of him as a tattler. In fact, she didn't think Kite had hardly any friends at all since almost all the hybrids, herself included, were at the very least a little frightened of him. But who could blame him for being a little strange and unstable? Anyone who could be intentionally mutated and not be affected was either a robot or a mental and emotional superhuman. Because of this, Ashley always tried to be friendly to him, but it wasn't easy. Well, maybe the information that he over heard would be as beneficial to him as she hoped it was for Ali.

She sighed. It was her hope that one day all of the hybrids would be able get along. After all, they were pretty much stuck together. Although she strongly wished to escape the laboratory someday, no one had ever succeeded in the attempt, which that along with her appearance, made her feel very reluctant to try. She feared that the hoody and baggy jean that she kept just for the purpose of escaping would never be used. Despite being a pretty bold person socially, there were just some issues that seemed to require more than she could handle alone. The mystery of what went on down in the basement was one of them.

The basement was strictly forbidden to all hybrids. Whereas some had attempted to explore it- all in failure-, most left it alone in fear of being punished. Unsuccessful escapes had taught them all what it was like to be on the scientists bad side with solitary confinement and such in their arsenal. On the other hand, the hybrids did seem more bold as of late. Escape attempts haven't exactly become more common, but sometimes when they think that the scientist aren't listening, she's often heard whispered complaints of treatment and plans of escape from the others. Like her, they seemed much more suspicious of those who work for the laboratory and were no longer satisfied in blindly following directions. Could a mass breakout be somewhere in the future? In any case, Ashley and Ali needed to be prepared no matter what happened.

Breaking into her thoughts, was the sound of even more footprints entering the cafeteria. Blast these ears! They never give me a moment of peace! This time it was the pikachu-hybrid, Aiden, who stepped through the doorway. He looked bruised and battered, and he was scowling, like something was bothering him. Standing up and motioning Ali to follow, she walked toward his table, concerned about what had happened to him. Could he have gotten into some kind of training accident? She hoped that he wasn't hurt too badly. As far as she could tell, he had some bruises and cuts but no serious injury.

"Hey Aiden. What's wrong? Did something happen?" She looked down at him, trying to catch his eye.

Yrie
September 21st, 2008, 2:58 PM
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namora-much better, very good post both in detail and length

Jaydin Knight-normally I would say that we've already got enough people, but I liked you character a lot, so yeah, you're Accepted

Jaydin Knight
September 21st, 2008, 4:58 PM
((Thanks! And call me Jaydin. xD))

"751, 751!" A voice startled him out of his thoughts and the Umbreon hybrid reacted instantly, assuming there was danger. 751's long, jet-black ears flattened against his skull, his fangs, claws unsheathed, scarlet eyes gazing intently on his target, every muscle tensed, poised to attack. A low growl rumbled out of 751's throat. Evidently, the hybrid's Pokemon side had a strong grip on him.

"751-AI43! 751-AI43, snap out of it!" the scientist shrieked, backing away in alarm. She was a fairly pretty woman of twenty years, behind her oval-shaped, thick glasses and unkempt brown hair, and she was regretting her choice to get experiment 751-AI43 to his physical. Usually the former was calm, self-controlled and unfazed but now...now he was advancing on Intern Louise Malcry as though she was prey. The rumbling growl was a full snarl and he closed in on his prey, his misshapen paw-feet fluidly padding closer and closer.

Louise took a gulp, but the scent of her fear was alcohol to the Umbreon hybrid. His scarlet eyes were gleaming with a predatory, malevolent look that scared her to the bone. What had he called himself? she pondered to herself. All the hybrids were very particular about being called by their 'given' name, she knew, but 751 had never been very loud...Ah, she remembered now!

"Jasper!" Louise called in desperation. "Jasper, Jasper!" the Umbreon hybrid jumped as though he had been struck and slowly, the malice and predator look drained from his eyes leaving what looked like a scared little boy in those scarlet eyes. The look only lasted a moment before Jasper masked it with a bored indifference.

"Yes, Intern Malcry?" he asked mockingly, rubbing his knuckles on his T-shirt and blowing on them. "Was there something you needed?" She shuddered. It was as though the whole affair had never happened! Louise couldn't believe his nerve and yet...maybe none of it had happened. Maybe this place was just driving her crazy... Louise shivered.

"Yes, 751," She tried to sound stiff and superior to the experiment, but she didn't quite succeed in masking her fear. A little smirk crossed the freak's face and she wanted to scream with hatred toward him - but - but she was afraid. "You need to go take your physical. Follow me." she strode arrogantly out of the room, but she couldn't help feeling the hybrid knew it was all bravado.

Jasper followed the intern out of his room - his cell, he mused silently - and down the hall. He wasn't sure what had come over him, but it wasn't unfamiliar to Jasper. The hybrid walked a very fine line between human and Pokemon, and most of the time his emotional state was...well, human. But on an instinctual level, he would always be a Pokemon. When he battled, the Pokemon part of him took over and his reasonings were gone. The intern had startled him and so he had reacted instinctively. But still, how the intern assumed she was thinking false things was funny to him and he felt smug. No punishments this time.

Soon, they reached the room where physicals were held. He sniffed, and flared his nostrils in disgust. The room held a very sterile smell, something Jasper thought was awful. The walls were a boring white and the floor, to match, consisted of large, white tiles. A doctor came in as the intern left and Jasper straightened up. The doctor - a middle-aged man - had a cold, hard look in his eye. He was not to be messed with.

"Strip." the doc ordered him, Jasper, with the merest flicker of his rings, obeyed, pulling his shirt over his head and stepping out of his pants. His malformed feet-paws were rather small for shoes, and the pads were strong and durable - shoes only slowed the hybrid down. "Scale." another sharp order. Jasper's left ear twitched in annoyance. Clad only in his boxers, he stepped onto the scale, crossed his arms and waited. A shrill beep sounded, annoying Jasper's rather sharp hearing and he let out a huff.

"80 pounds," he heard the doctor mumble as the scratch of pen on paper sounded. He frowned, as his height was measured ("152 centimeters, probably done growing, I reckon, eh, 751?" ), his heartbeat taken...Everything was utterly, boringly - NORMAL.

Finally, at last, he was 'released' from his physical. He yanked up his pants, pulled his shirt on and walked stiffly out.

ANARCHit3cht
September 21st, 2008, 5:47 PM
"Oh.. nothing is wrong.. nothing dont worry" Aiden said trying to keep everyone Happy. "Ya Know what? Im curious about what is down in the basment aren't you?" asked Aiden. He cocked his head to the right. "I mean, we have pokemon powers, what do they have? Only the walls around us but im sure that if we use our powers on them we could easily win, dontcha think that?" He asked Again. "Well, anyways im hungry im going to eat.." he started to walk away "Oh and stop by my room if you are interested in coming" he added a bit louder.

Aiden got his meal, "What is this....?" Aiden asked him self. "Well it doesn't look good but if it is all they got then i got to eat it.." Aiden plugged his nose and then scarfed the meal down. "Man that wasn't that bad." Maybe it was because he was so hungry, maybe it just tasted good. It didn't Really Matter eithere way. "Well i should train before the basment just incase..."

Aiden Stood and walked over to the door leading to the Battle Arena. Before Aiden opened it he stopped he had to build up enough courage. He managed to sum up the right amount and pushed open the doors. "Ok.." he yawned "I need to be a bit more careful when setting up.." Aiden walked over to a machine in a far off corner. He set it up on AGRESSIVE, EASY. Plop! Aiden giggled at the sound of the Mechaninc Maril coming out of the far end.

"Alright a Maril this should be easy!" Aiden said a bit enthusiastically. He waited for the Maril to come close before he Tackled it. Bam! That was the sound it made as he collided sending the maril back. "Yeah!" Aiden said Triumphantly Now ill follow it up with a quick attack Aiden Thought. Aiden got in the Tackle position but blasted off at immense speed. He smashed the Maril once more again making the Bam sound. "Now feel my Lightning Bolt!" Said Aiden while charging his energy. As the bolt shot towards the maril the machine curled up into a ball ducking under the bolt. "Darn!" said Aiden. Aiden did another quick attack and collided with the machine as it rolled into Him. Aiden Went back a little. "Alright, i'm not losing.." said Aiden Determined to win. He walked towards the Maril who shot a blast of water witch Aiden Countered with another Thunder Bolt. He stepped back and watched in Awe as the attack surged through the water and then onto the machine. The Machine went down and then Retreated. "All RIGHT" Yelled Aiden as he jumped into the Air. "Hooray I WON" he yelled again.

Aiden left the Battle Arena walking through the cafeteria made him hungry again but he had already ate. Aiden though of a mischievous plan to get more. He stood at one side of the room and did a quick attack snatching up what ever he could grab. He got a piece of Bread and Milk. He stepped on the first step of the stairs. "Well, better than nothing.." Aiden quickly climbed the stairs not wanting to get caught. He ate the Bread Quickly. It was very hard and cold. He then drank the milk it tasted sour. "I should complain about the food" said Aiden to himself. "Now i will rest up.." Aiden undressed. Laying down he pulled out his Journal and scrawled down. Today i won the battle against a machine that is 1 out of four. Not the best score but atleast i won. He closed it and rolled over quickly falling asleep.

FinalMaster
September 22nd, 2008, 2:13 AM
Name: Maverick (likes to be called Mav)
Age: 11
Gender: Male
Pokemon: Swampert
Scientific Designation: 905-HO51

Appearance: Maverick is almost more pokemon than human. Standing at about 4’11”, an identical height to that of an actual Swampert, he sports most features of one. The few differences are that his fins are less developed in size, his hands have thumbs, he isn’t hunched over and that his eyes are a deep hazel. He prefers to wear a black hoodie, and contrasting white pants (with a slit for his tail fin, of course). He is particularly fond of his gills, which make him the only hybrid he knows of able to breath water. In fact, the only way he can be easily recognized is the fact that he wears clothes.

Personality: Maverick is a curious person, always trying to find out about a few things some way or another. He doesn’t like to fight much, but due to his part Swampert genetics when he’s forced to he will react with enormously immense power. He is rather stubborn, and will refuse to give up on anything unless it is absolutely hopeless. Try to argue with him and you’ll be brought crashing back to the ground (unless you’re a scientist, of course).

History: Maverick, as a baby, always liked to explore. In fact, he loved to explore. As a result, he was always getting into trouble. Lots of trouble. This was actually a pretty useful trait, as it happened. Maverick’s house was empty, except for him and a babysitter. You see, his parents were out for a dinner party…or at least, they were supposed to be. Then it came: the dreaded news report. The news: to adults killed in a car crash. Recognizing them as Maverick’s parents, the babysitter turned poor little Mav over to an orphanage. Only a little later he was snatched and merged with a Swampert. He was amazing from the start, having such immense strength, yet so curious and stubborn as to almost completely refuse to use it. It was only after he was pitted against a training dummy did he realize that combat could be required, at times.

Anything Extra: it’s kind of hard to figure out whether Swampert have feet or paws… a little help there would be appreciated.

RP sample: So sorry to say, but I haven’t been in even one RP at all before this one. Oh well, I’ll just see how I go.(if you want proof, look at my post count)

Gamekrazy
September 22nd, 2008, 5:03 AM
((That post was actually rushed. I was hoping to expand on the cafeteria scene a bit more, but had to leave.))

And once again another training robot fell. The simulated Dragonite was easily vanquished by Jiro's sketched Dragon Claw. He was panting now, his hunger getting to him as his stomach let out another loud growl. It was still anticipating lunch, but it wouldn't get anything till dinner. Hopefully, that is, assuming Taro didn't get to him first. No... that wouldn't happen! The fiend wouldn't get ahold of two of his meals in the same day!

Feeling content with training, the smeargle turned to head back to his room, figuring he would draw to take his mind off of things until dinner rolled around, but speak of the devil, he ran headfirst into the very hybrid he was thinking about, and hoping not to see.

"Well well... Hey there pal!" The Snorlax said in his usual mocking tone. He towered over Jiro, making him feel very small in comparison, he had to be at least seven feet tall. His body was well rounded, much like a Snorlax's, and his hands and feet were that of a Snorlax. Blue fur covered his arms, legs, and ears, leaving his body bare, revealing his human skin. Reaching down, Taro grabbed the helpless Smeargle by the tail, hoisting him up to eye-level. Normally, a pokemon would be in pain from being lifted in such a way, but Taro handled Jiro like this often, and he had gotten used to it.

"H-hey Taro..." He Jiro stammered in response, intimidated by the large pokemon hybrid "J-just got your physical?"

Now, Taro had been systematically making his life miserable for quite a while now, and as such, Jiro learned a thing or two about him. One of the unpleasant things about the large hybrid, was that he usually carried with him a very noticeable odor. Being so large, Taro couldn't fit inside of any of the facilities shower or bath chambers, so the only time he got cleaned was on the day of his physical, when a team of workers would help wash him down. The absence of his usual stench told Jiro his check-up had already passed.

"Why yes, actually." He responded, smirking "The doc said I look great! Granted, he did mention I may be overeating a bit, but with my Snorlax metabolism its not like im going to clog an artery or anything. So how did yours go?"

"H-he said Im underweight..." Was all he could get out.

"Aw, pity. You should eat more." Taro said, with a devilish smile on his face "Anyway, Im glad you ran into me. Ya see, Im just brimming with energy from my physical right now, and could use a good spar with someone, ya know? And well, seeing how you were performing a few seconds ago, I figure you would be a good choice in an opponent, don't you agree?"

"I-" Jiro started, but Taro wouldn't let him finish.

"Perfect. I gotta warn ya, Ive been practicing."

With that, Jiro was lifted even higher into the air, before his large opponent brought his hand down and slammed him into the ground. Pain hurt. Jiro was probably going to be feeling that for quite a while, but not nearly as much as what was coming next. Looking up, to his horror, Taro was falling forward, down ontop of him. Time seemed to slow down as he saw the massive pokemons body slam approaching, but he sat there, unable to do anything. His mind had gone blank, as it usually did in situations like this, and soon he found himself pinned under the massive hybrids body. His opponents great weight crushed down upon his body, forcing the air from his lungs, causing him to pass out under the pokemons massive girth.

Realizing his opponent was no longer conscious, Taro got up, removing his weight from the Smeargle's defenseless body, and looking upon his defeated opponent.

"Only two moves and your already down?" Taro said, though he knew Jiro currently was not able to hear him. "Your no fun at all. Now I gotta go find something else to do..."

With that, Taro uncerimoniously left, leaving Jiro passed out on the floor. If he didn't wake up on his own, one of the workers here would most likely return him to his room like they usually did.

Yrie
September 22nd, 2008, 12:33 PM
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Jaydin- sure, cool name, by the way. Your first post is excellent, keep it up!

Lostt- Better on the post length, a moving a little fast in the beginning two paragraphs or so, but good overall.

Goulerbot- for a first roleplay app. it's not bad, try to learn from the other roleplayers, okay? Accepted!

Gamekrazy- I understand, don't worry about it, it reaches my expectations

FinalMaster
September 22nd, 2008, 2:16 PM
Maverick slowly got to his feet, only to find a scientist in front of him. Oh, boy. The physicals are today. He had a particular distaste for the stethoscope. Rather ironic, as that is what the scientist was holding. Maverick closed his eyes, and felt the cold sensation of the stethoscope on his chest. The scientist removed it a little later, and suddenly said, “It’s time for the arm strength test. Follow me.” Maverick was lead to a chamber with a rather large lifting weight labeled ‘3 tons’. “Three tons!?!?! How am I supposed to lift that!?” came the startled reply. “I may be strong, but this too much even for me!” “Just do it!” the scientist growled. “Ok, ok, I’ll try.” There was no point trying to argue with him. He had the upper hand, with all sorts of punishments at his disposal.

Maverick never had a chance lifting the colossal 3-ton weight. He tried, though, getting it about half his body height’s worth up in the air. The scientist sighed, scrawled something on his keyboard, and declared that it was time to do a blood pressure test. He slowly fitted the wristband looking thing on, well, Maverick’s wrist. When it was taken off, the scientist said, “Ok, we just have one test left.” Announced the scientist.

Another test? Thought Maverick. Normally the tests don’t go this far. And last time the weight was only 1 ton. Being part Swampert obviously strengthened his confidence. ‘last time’ he lifted the weight with ease. “The next test is battling, 905!”

(OOC) soooo short...

Lusankya
September 22nd, 2008, 2:55 PM
A scene was going on the cafeteria as Kite was walking towards the door, ready to go out. He stopped to watch, like several others. A gigantic hybrid was busy bullying another one, probably a younger hybrid. Judging by appearance alone, Kite deduced that the larger one was probably a Snorlax hybrid, if his enormous size, rounded shape, Snorlax-like hands and feet, and surplus of blue fur were any indication. Taro, he believed his name was. It was, after all, difficult to miss him if he were walking down the hallway.

The other hybrid, the one who looked like he had just been caught trying to steal a bit of cheese, was practically a midget in comparison. He probably stood no higher than five feet at the very most, and looked like the result of a Pokemon-Human melding experiment gone horribly wrong. Which, Kite reminded himself, was quite possibly what happened. His entire body was covered in a coat of light brown fur, with a long tail ending in a paintbrush coming out from his back. Even his head looked Pokemon-ish, a little dog-like. He was wearing a beret on his head, reminding Kite to adjust his own, and a vest. Undoubtedly a Smeargle hybrid. Kite almost felt sorry for the little thing. And of all things, he was wearing a dog collar. Had he no sense of self-respect? We may be treated like animals, Kite thought, but that doesn't mean we have to act like them too, even if we do look like them.

The small hybrid stammered out something about physicals to the Snorlax-hybrid, who responded by lifting the smaller hybrid by his tail and grunting, "The doc said I look great! Granted, he did mention I may be overeating a bit, but with my Snorlax metabolism its not like im going to clog an artery or anything. So how did yours go?"

The smaller hybrid said something in reply, and the two of them started up a short conversation, which Taro ended by lifting the Smeargle-hybrid into the air and smashing him down into the ground. Kite narrowed his eyes. Picking on defenseless midgets (relatively speaking) was not something he approved of. And yet, Kite somehow found the entire scene slightly amusing.

Taro followed up his slam by throwing his entire body down on the Smeargle-hybrid. Ouch. Now that was substantially more funny. Taro got up again after several seconds. Kite wondered if the Smeargle-hybrid was dead. Killing other hybrids was not approved of by the scientists, or Kite would have not only sharpened those chains he had been using earlier to fight to a point, but also left a trail of bodies behind him during the last tournament. "Only two moves and your already down? Your no fun at all. Now I gotta go find something else to do..." Completely without any grandure whatsoever, Taro left the cafeteria.

Kite walked over and glanced over the crushed body of the Smeargle-hybrid. He seemed mostly alright. No broken bones, it appeared (and Kite had plenty of experience with those), and he was breathing. Simply unconcious there on the floor, ready to be picked up by a janitor or someone. Kite kneeled down besides the hybrid and placed two fingers on his forehead, then gave the Smeargle-hybrid a small electric shock. The jolt caused the unconcious hybrid to spasm. His eyes opened, the charge passing through his body and into the ground quite literally shocking him back to the world of conciousness.

"What was that about?" Kite asked the hybrid, unintentionally with his voice in near-monotone.

King_Lucario
September 22nd, 2008, 4:27 PM
Tired, panting, bleeding, but still breathing, Devin had one more perilous test to withstand. Professor E pressed a large red button that made the entire room go dark for a few seconds. When the lights came back up, there was someone else standing on the other side.

"Who is that?" Devin asked loudly as he slightly lowered his defenses.

"That is 001-AA01. It is the first hybrid that we captured. We use it for this purpose and many others that you don't need to worry about," Professor E explained. "Now, prepare for battle!" Devin raised his defenses and prepared. He anticipated a forward attack, but didn't lose sight of an attack from behind. Devin saw the shadowy figure suddenly vanish, then reappear behind Devin. Devin quickly moved his hands, which now had a white spike protruding from the top of them, behind him to attack, but 001 was too fast. Devin couldn't keep track of...it. Devin didn't know what gender the person was and what Pokemon the person was merged with. Devin had to last.

"Who is that person?!?" Devin exclaimed in question as he continually fired Vacuum Waves into the air, hoping that he would hit his opponent.

"I told you: you don't need to worry about it!" Professor E exclaimed back as he laughed sadistically. Devin continued firing, but quickly tired, which was a grave mistake. 001 took its advantage and began quickly attacking Devin from all angles. Devin was barraged with Blaze Kicks, Shadow Claws, Vacuum Waves, and other various attacks of various types.

"Rahh!" Devin roared. His roar shook the entire building where the hybrids were being kept and could be heard everywhere. Devin, angered and tired, began to focus. He tried to find the shadowy figure and began to improve at tracking it. Suddenly, Devin noticed many figures; 001 had used Double Team. However, that was no problem for Devin. He used his aura to track the real 001 and lurched forward with perfect timing. With not enough time to react, 001 collided with Devin into a wall. This impact created a lot of dust and smoke. When it all cleared, Devin's mouth dropped; 001...was a boy.

001...was combined with a...


...Mew...

Gamekrazy
September 22nd, 2008, 6:32 PM
((Just for reference, the whole Jiro/Taro thing happened in the training room, not the cafeteria))

Jiro's eyes shot open as the electricity flowed through his body, revitalizing him. Not expecting to see someone right infront of him after he woke up, Jiro jumped back a bit in shock, but realized the person confronting him was friendly (at least, friendly enough to wake him) despite his appearance, and calmed down.


"What was that about?"

He couldn't exactly tell if the hybrid really cared, judging from the inflection in his voice, but Jiro answered anyway.

"N... Nothing..." He said. It was true, for the most part. Jiro assumed that Taro antagonized him so much due to his lack of things to do during the day. After all, when you are imprisoned in a labratory for your entire life, things tend to get monotonus. He guessed beating the poor Smeargle up and stealing his food was just a way to pass time. He knew his limits though, and Jiro knew Taro would never actually go so far as to kill him. This wasn't the first time he had been crushed under the Hybrids weight, and he was pretty sure it wouldn't be the last. Slowly, the Smeargle stood up, his body still sore from being flattened, and gave a "Thanks..." To Kite, before turning to leave. He would retire to his room for now, draw a bit and await dinner, where he hopefully would be able to eat.

Gumshoe Satyr
September 22nd, 2008, 8:05 PM
"Taro... that bully," Ashley muttered under her breath, glaring at the his retreating figure. Before she could check to see if Jiro was alright, Kite revived the Smeargle-hybrid with a jolt of electricity. Deciding that he had things under control, she stayed back and tried to control her rising temper. If anything at all could rile Ashley up, it was someone who enjoyed bullying and hurting others. Although her human logic told her that Jiro needed to learn how to protect himself, the fire pokemon within her demanded that Taro needed to be taught a lesson, and in this instance she was very tempted to give in to it. Involuntarily, her body temperature went through the roof, warming the air around her by several degrees and a small trail of smoke escaped her nose. Next time, she assured herself. Next time. Aloud, she told Ali, "Sorry, I've really got to go. I've got things I need to do." With that she left the cafeteria and went to her room for some much needed seclusion.

In the quiet and peace of her room, Ashley managed to gain control of her anger and laid on the bed, thinking. Brushing the Jiro-Taro predicament for now, she focused on what Aiden had proposed. His words bounched around in her head again and again: "Ya Know what? I'm curious about what is down in the basement aren't you? I mean, we have pokemon powers, what do they have? Only the walls around us but im sure that if we use our powers on them we could easily win, dontcha think that?" What he said was true in a way. All the hybrids had powers that the scientist didn't possess. On the other hand, who had provided the power to them? The scientists, of course. If they came up with the whole pokemon-hybrid thing, wouldn't they know how to keep all of them under their control? She sighed and tried to look at the conundrum in a different way.

She had no doubt that if the exploration of the basement was done Aiden's way, the whole thing would turn into an escape of the laboratory. Aiden probably even planned it that way, which she couldn't really blame him for. She was tired of just being an experiment herself. Her main concern was his chosen method. After all, in all the years that she'd lived at the laboratory, no one had ever managed to escape so force didn't seem to be the best plan. At least not unless a lot more hybrids got involved. With an army of hybrids, who could stand in their way? Bah... That's the pokemon in me talking.... Fire pokemon always seem to have a rash side.

Shifting to an entirely different thought, Ashley wondered if exploring the basement was worth it. There was no positive proof that anything was going on down there at all, besides the fact that it was off-limits to hybrids. Could she risk going down there if nothing was going on? Could she risk not going down there if something dangerous was going on? Her many years as a hybrid had taught her to expect the unexpected where the scientists were involved. You could never tell what they were planning. Mentally running through the list of hybrids that she knew, she came up with at least three or four that she hadn't seen for days. Could the scientist be experimenting on them in the basement? Unable to bear the thought of the scientists using them freely as lab rats, she finally came to her decision. It was time to act.....

Unwilling to waste anymore time, she lept up from her bed and silently padded out of her room. Stopping when she reached Aiden's door, she lifted her had, hesitated for a minute, and knocked. Perhaps she would get to use her hoody after all.....

ANARCHit3cht
September 22nd, 2008, 9:26 PM
Aiden Jumped up at the sound of the knock hitting his head on the rather low ceiling above his bead. Now wide awake Aiden Tiptoed to the Door. Wait im Not Dressed he thought, Aiden quickly ran too his closet and pulled out a pair of pants. Sliding them on he then walked over to the door, opening it slightly he saw Ashley "Oh Hey.. um can you wait a minute?" he asked closing the door. Man that was rude closing the door like that he thought while running around his Room

He Reached his closet it and Flung it open He pulled on his shirt and jacket. He felt around the floor. It was cold and hard, his journal hard to find in the dark. He felt around the edge and found the hadbound book. He pulled it out. Flipping to an Empty Page he quickly Scrawled Team and Possible Teammates. Before Opening the door again he thought "Yeah i have to..." he said quietly to himself. He opened the door just enough to slip out. "Ok well i think that if we are to go we need more people." In his Journal he wrote his name under Team and Ashley's under possible.

Before he said anything else he began to think. Aiden Thought about all the things that let him live up til today all of the things that made who he is. The Reason though is because this basement exploration could cause him his life. He turned to Ashley "Oh and By the Way if you decide not to come I am still coming Regardless. He Tiptoed away another good teammate would be Ali. Aiden got to her room and knocked on the door. He Stepped back waiting for a response.

FinalMaster
September 22nd, 2008, 10:25 PM
Maverick was led to the Training Area, which was surprisingly empty. The scientist who had been testing him went over to the machine which set the training dummy’s difficulty level. Straining his sharp vision, Maverick looked at the difficulty level, and gasped at what he could make out. It was set to hard and aggressive.

He stood watching, motionless, as 2 dummies came out. Unfortunately, they were simulating a Venusaur and a Sceptile. They wasted no time in attacking; with the Sceptile letting loose a Leaf Blade attack. Maverick almost fell unconscious from the power of the blow, being ground and water type. Luckily, he knew a trick or two to deal with grass types. He quickly unleashed an Ice Beam, which froze the simulated Sceptile easily. Then, he attempted to unleash Surf, to shatter the ice, and therefore the dummy, against the wall. Then he would do the same to the dummy representing a Venusaur.

But his assault didn’t go to plan. The water he summoned wasn’t clear and refreshing. It was dark, murky, and muddy. Then he realized. This was no Surf. This was a completely new attack that he knew nothing about. The first part worked, all right, but the Venusaur had almost…vanished. He quickly realized where it was, right behind him, but while the Sceptile was smashed into pieces, the Venusaur had been charging a Solarbeam. Maverick just dodged it, only to be literally shaken by the fact that the Venusaur had used Earthquake. Even while slipping into unconsciousness he wondered how the Venusaur had used Earthquake without bringing the complex down. Then everything went black.
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Maverick awoke, startled, in his dormitory. He was rather surprised to find he had somehow been dragged up a flight of stairs, rather then been taken where any other hybrids might have noticed. Hmmm… this isn’t right… 3 ton weights instead of 1 ton, aggressive hard level dummies, and most of all the fact that I’ve been dragged up a whole set of stairs, probably to conceal what happened in the arena from the other hybrids and scientists. I have to get to the bottom of this! “then again, I do feel a bit hungry…” After thinking it over, he decided to get some food first. He left for the cafeteria ASAP so that his injuries were still visible when he got to the cafeteria-so if he told anyone they would see some proof.


(OOC) I needed to edit that one, because no-one else posted.

Yrie
September 23rd, 2008, 2:16 PM
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Goulerbot- If you're serious about never having been a roleplay before, then your skills are excellent for a beginner.

Lusankya- great post, as always

Gamekrazy- a little short, but still a good post

Namora- Wow, Ashley's really protective of others, isn't she? I personally like your character, keep it up.

FinalMaster
September 24th, 2008, 3:13 AM
OOC: Thanks, Slytherfang. I've always been quite good with writing, spelling and grammar. Woah. big catchup post alert!

IC:
When Maverick reached the Cafeteria, he couldn’t help but let his sharp vision focus on a couple of hybrids having a conversation. He instantly recognized the Flareon hybrid as Ashley, who always had seemed to do kind things. However, the second hybrid was almost impossibly hard to figure out. Oh well, it doesn’t really matter. Grabbing his meal and quickly eating it, something dawned on him. I know! I’ll find that Smeargle hybrid. He should be able to figure out what move I used in the arena today! What was his name again? Oh, that’s right. It was Jiro. He rushed out of the Cafeteria, only to be stopped by a scientist. This one was pretty kind looking, but had a puzzled look on his face. “905!” the scientist exclaimed. “Where have you been?! You shouldn’t be in the dining hall unless you’ve had your physical!” Maverick frowned. He already had his physical. Unless… not wanting to risk suspicion, he kept quiet about what had happened earlier that morning.

Maverick had been led into a room much less gloomy looking than the one earlier, and was also clean. Maverick was asked to strip down, and did so. Proceeding to the device that measured height, was given a measurement of 1 meter and 49 centimeters. Hopping off, he was led to a set of scales where he was weighed. Afterwards, his blood pressure was taken using the wristband device he saw before. This time, however, it got tighter and tighter while being used. This was a bit of a dilemma, as it was a bit tough to remove from his wrist. Afterwards, he was shown a 1 ton weight. 1 ton… hey, hang on! That’s it! It all adds up now… a 3 ton weight, a super tough training match, and being dragged up those stairs to my room! That other physical this morning was fake! He lifted the weight with ease, having roughly half the physical strength of an actual Swampert. He then proceeded to put his clothes back on and exited the room. Then, he started heading to the Training Arena, looking for Jiro.

What Maverick found was no less then devastating. Jiro, the very hybrid he had been looking for, was being dangled in the air by a large Snorlax hybrid. Then, he was thrown into the air, smashed down onto the ground, and squashed under the Snorlax hybrid’s weight. Maverick was about to dump some water on Jiro to revive him, but then considered that the only water moves he knew were devastating, and one of them he didn’t even know about. Luckily, an electric type hybrid used a small jolt of electric energy to revive Jiro. Unluckily, he started heading up to his room, with no intention of stopping. Maverick thought he should do the same. What a day. He really needed a rest.

While on the way up to his dormitory, Maverick noticed a bit of a commotion going on, with Ashley in front of another door. He quickly recognized it as Aiden’s door. Aiden was part Pikachu. Not wanting to waste any time, he walked up behind them and casually said, “Hi guys. What’s all the commotion about?”

Jaydin Knight
September 24th, 2008, 1:22 PM
ooc; Sorry I haven't been very active - a big test (the MEAP, if you know what that is) is coming up and I've got loads of homework. I'll try to make more time for roleplaying. Sorry, this post's a little short.

bic;

Jasper strode confidently into the cafeteria, a small smile resting on his lips. Despite his boring check-up, the Umbreon hybrid actually felt pretty good. He was surprised at himself for a moment, but didn't linger on those thoughts for long. Jasper picked up a tray, snatching up two red apples, three tomatoes, seven strawberries, and fourteen raspberries. It was an odd quirk of his, but he loved red food (especially red fruit), and he liked knowing how much he was eating. It wasn't as though he was afraid of becoming obese - with their training regimen, it was rather hard - but simply that it gave him a feel of contentment. Jasper sat alone and ignored the other hybrids.

Before long, he was finished with his food and dumped his tray ontop of the set-aside pile. He frowned, thinking. He had heard rumors of something in the basement, and frankly, he was curious as to what. Jasper walked silently down the hall, his pawsteps making very little noise at all. He could barely hear it, and he had a very good sense of hearing.

“Hi guys. What’s all the commotion about?” A loud voice spoke, Jasper froze, scarlet eyes darting around warily. It was the large kid, the Swampert hybrid, Jasper supposed. At eleven, the younger hybrid was hardly shorter than Jasper at all. He frowned, keen ears twitching as he leaned out of view, pressing his back to the wall, blending partially into the darkness. Jasper concentrated on his markings, hoping desperately they wouldn't glow and give him away. The young hybrid was talking to a girl older than Jasper. He recongized her - with her fox-like ears and thin red fur - immediately. Even if it hadn't been for her distinct Flareon qualities, Jasper still would have known her. She was well known for mothering the younger ones... There was someone inside the room, he knew, and tried to smell who it was. Jasper grimaced - not anyone he recongized on smell. He settled down to listen...

Lusankya
September 24th, 2008, 3:01 PM
"N... Nothing..." the Smeargle-hybrid replied. In all actuality, he looked very used to being beat up like that all the time. "Thanks..." And with that, he wandered off.

Kite stood there for a few more seconds, shaking his head in amazement and disgust. It was almost pathetic, how some people just let others walk all over them. That hybrid hadn't even tried to fight back. Kite considered himself no knight in shining armor, dealing out justice and retribution wherever it was deserved, but he considered challenging Taro to a battle match in the Arena and showing him what-for. Those who attacked only those who were weaker than themselves and knew it deserved only undying retribution. This feeling was not out of pity for the smaller hybrid, however. Kite felt very little pity for the Smeargle-hybrid, only disgust at the larger one. Although if he came to him for help, Kite wouldn't exactly jump to the word, "no".

Kite walked back upstairs to his room. Slipping on his chains, he went back downstairs for another round in the simulator. When he entered the Arena, it was pretty empty as always. He went up to the panel in the wall and called up four robots, setting them on Hard, Aggressive. Four of the androids rolled out into the room, each one simulating a Pokemon of a different element. Kite counted. One water, one ground, one fire, one flying. Two of them his attacks would be extremely effective against. One, moderate effectiveness. One, ineffectiveness.

Clenching his hands into fists, he readied into battle stance. The chains unraveled themselves around his body and came alive like the snakes on the head of a Medusa.

The ground type charged at him, trying to grab him for a body slam. Kite side-stepped out of its way easily. Ground type robots tended to have a lot more mass, and therefore a lot more inertia, and were therefore much easier to avoid than the other types. The same, however, could not be said for the other three. The fire type let loose a pillar of flame at Kite, which he rolled and dodged, but making sure to leave one chain roasting in the heat. He charged forward at the fire type, and punched it in the head with the superheated chain. Electricity crackled in his right hand, and his Thunderpunch went straight through the power core of the robot. Magnezone technically couldn't thunderpunch due to having no hands, but the technique was basically just gathering energy in his fist and punching with it, so Kite had no trouble performing the attack.

He turned, but was too slow, and was caught by a Gust from the flying type. Grabbing the fallen fire type with chains, he was blown backwards towards the side of the room, but managed to roll and get back to his feet almost immediately. He gave the body of the robot a small electric jolt, activating all its systems simultaneously. It's arms flailed around, and a column of fire burst from its mouth and impacted the flying type robot. Two down, two to go.

That left only the water type and the ground type. There was no way for him to easily deal with the ground type, except repeating his earlier success with the fire type robot with the water type one. But the water type was quite far away, and the ground type was between him and the water type robot.

When choosing to fight a battle on his own terms, Kite always learned everything he could about his opponents beforehand. He knew the complex's combat robots well. Their limits, and their intelligence. It was the latter he decided to exploit. He side-stepped to the right, giving the water type a direct line of fire at him. Happy to oblige, the robot let out a bubblebeam at him, and the ground type charged at him again, this time attempting a Slam attack. Kite side-stepped again, and as the water-type robot moved to track his movement, the bubblebeam impacted the ground type. The super effective attack knocked out the robot. With only the water type left, Kite finished it off with a few thousands volts of electricity. Not bothering to clean up his mess, he headed upstairs back to the dorm rooms.

In the dorm hallway, he saw Ashley standing at the doorway of one of the dorms, peering inside. The person inside was fumbling about. Kite would have simply stepped past them, but Ashley was convientiently blocking off the narrow hallway. So he simply stood there, waiting for her to move.

Gumshoe Satyr
September 24th, 2008, 6:20 PM
Waiting at Aiden's door, Ashley was a little surprised when he opened the door slightly and asked, "Oh Hey.. um can you wait a minute?, closing the door after him. She could hear him running around the room and opening the closet door. I guess this wasn't the best time. It wasn't long before he reopened the door saying, "Ok well i think that if we are to go we need more people." Despite dozens of questions buzzing around in her head, she managed to nod and respond, "I agree." He seemed to slip into deep thought for several seconds before turning to Ashley and stating, "Oh and by the way if you decide not to come I am still coming regardless." After that, he tiptoed up to Ali's door and knocked. Ashley patiently waited for when he would be ready to discuss a plan for exploring the basement.

Catching a slightly muddy scent, Ashley looked over her shoulder and saw Maverick, an eleven-year-old Swampert hybrid, walking toward them. Obviously curious, he asked, “Hi guys. What’s all the commotion about?" Considering the question for a moment, she turned to face him and decided answer him in an indirect way so that maybe he wouldn't have to ask too many questions. "Hey Mav," she said, smiling gently, "Did you hear the rumors about the basement? There's been some pretty weird stuff going on lately. Have you noticed how the scientists have been acting the last few days?" Noticing his injuries, her eyes widened slightly and her tail stiffened. "What happened to you? And I don't want to hear you say 'nothing' like Aiden. I want the truth." Seeing Mav's injuries only convinced her even more that something had to be done. It was growing too dangerous for any of them to just stand by and do nothing. Seeing Kite standing by her, she blushed with embarrassment and stood against the wall, out of his way.

Before she could hear Mav's response, a smell drifted toward her and she froze, trying to identify it. The only thing that she was sure of was that it wasn't human or at least not completely. There was another smell... Raspberries? She was pretty certain that whoever it was meant no harm but taking chances at this point didn't seem very smart, and she decided to try a bluff. "Alright!" she said, trying to sound menacing. "You may be able to hide in the shadows and walk quietly, but you can't hide your scent. Come out now or I'm using you as charcoal." She allowed smoke to pour from her mouth and nose for effect. Letting a tiny flame shoot from her mouth, she tried to light up the area where she thought the eavesdropper was hiding. "If you're not an enemy than come out and show us. There's no reason to sneak around listening to others' conversations like a criminal."

Looking over at Mav and Aiden, she wondered what they were going to do. She knew that they couldn't afford to have the scientists discover what they were trying to do. Well, for now Aiden and her because Ali hadn't responded to Aiden's request yet and Mav didn't know what was going on yet. She wasn't exactly sure how the scientists would react if they found out, but it would probably be very strict punishment. No, they definitely couldn't let the scientists find out. This could be their one and only chance.....

King_Lucario
September 24th, 2008, 6:31 PM
001 was a Mew hybrid. Devin couldn't believe his eyes. He was staring down at the first Pokemon Hybrid. He couldn't believe it, but he had to take him out, even if he was to know every attack possible.

"How? How is he a Mew?" Devin asked Professor E.

"Simple. A long time ago, when I was living on Cinnabar Island, my team and I were working on the basics for the Pokemon Hybrid project. However, we needed a specific Pokemon in order to go through with the procedure," Professor E explained.

"Mew?" Devin responded as 001 began to growl.

"Precisely. We needed the DNA for Mew because it held the genetic code for every Pokemon in existance. We needed the information in order to configure the genetic material to make the hybridization processes a success," Professor E continued.

"What happened?" Devin spoke.

"We found Mew. The team was travelling in South America when they spotted Mew. They captured it and sent it to Cinnabar where I was. There, I began to run tests and statistics on Mew. I extracted a few hairs in order to scan the DNA. Then, something amazing happened," Professor E continued.

"What else happened after you found Mew?" Devin slowly said as he averted his gaze to 001.

"Mew gave birth. Not literally, but figurtively. We took the DNA extracted from Mew and began to manipulate it, hoping to create the perfect Pokemon. In a few short months, the DNA multiplied and began to create a specimen; a specimen known as Mewtwo. We released Mew back into the wild and began running statistics on Mewtwo at the lab in Cinnabar; however, Mewtwo became rampant. It didn't want to be a guinea pig. Beacause of this, it escaped the lab in Cinnabar and flew off somewhere; we haven't seen it since," Professor E said in a low drawl.

"You're one of the Professors that was a part of the Cinnabar Island Incident?" Devin exclaimed shockingly.

"Yes. After that incident, we had received all of the information we needed. I took some of the information to my home and began using it on my own son. It worked marvelously! My son's DNA reacted very well to the introduction of Pokemon DNA! My son became the first Pokemon/human hybrid over twenty years ago!" Professor E exclaimed in a sadistic manner.

"So...what you're saying...is that 001 over there is...," Devin said.

"001 is my son! You stand no chance against him! He doesn't age because of further testing which removed his conscience and stopped the aging process. He continually gets stronger, continually adapts! He is impossible to defeat!" Professor E laughed horrifically.

"That is twisted!" Devin exclaimed as 001 rushed towards him. Devin's goal had now changed: instead of trying to kill something that was trying to kill him, he now had to stop someone from harming him. Devin had to try to work a conscience into 001. However, that was difficult because, as Professor E said, 001 seemed to be adapting to Devin's every move: Foresight couldn't work anymore to find 001 when he Double Teamed; Aura Sphere didn't work to eliminate him; random attacks didn't work either--he always knew what was coming where. Devin had an idea, but it was too crazy...

...maybe crazy enough to work...

Instead of fighting him, why don't I not fight him? That would throw him off! Devin thought. Devin knew 001 wasn't reading his mind, but he didn't lose sight of it. After 001 had lanched a Vacuum Wave that had put Devin against the wall, Devin stopped moving. 001, rushing at full speed, ran towards Devin, charging a Focus Punch. Please work! Devin thought. He closed his eyes right as 001 ran to him. When Devin opened his eyes, 001's fist was right in his face; he had stopped his attack.

"Why? Why do you not fight?" 001 spoke in a voice that seemed too low for his stature: skinny and lanky, similar in appearance to Devin, except that he had a long pink tail and was slightly tinted pink in his skin. He had small ears on the top of his head and long blond hair that went down to his shoulders. The hair looked like it hadn't been cut in a long time and ran over his face in odd wisps.

"Because I don't want to," Devin said. Devin knew what he was doing; he knew it for the first time in the battle. He leaned against the wall as 001 lowered his fist.

"You need to fight! Fight me! FIGHT ME!" 001 exclaimed in anger; the key Devin needed. Devin charged up a Focus Punch, but 001 saw it: just what Devin wanted to do. Distract him. Devin released his Focus Punch and closed his eyes. 001 began to charge a Shadow Claw, but stopped abruptly. Devin looked behind 001 as he saw his copy--a Double Team copy--appear behind 001 and strike him with a Shadow Claw of his own. 001 dropped to the ground in a crumpled heap as Devin walked over his body.

"I'm sorry, 001. I really am," Devin apologized.

"The name...is....Shaun...," 001 said as he drifted out of conciousness.

Shaun. Devin just defeated 001. A human combined with a Mew.


A feat Devin, hopefully, would never have to come to again.

FinalMaster
September 24th, 2008, 11:57 PM
Maverick waited for Ashley’s answer, however, he didn’t have to wait too long, as Ashley responded, “Hey Mav,” with a gentle smile on her face. “Did you hear the rumors about the basement? There's been some pretty weird stuff going on lately. Have you noticed how the scientists have been acting the last few days?” Maverick was about to answer, but then saw Ashley’s eyes widen. She immediately asked, “What happened to you? And I don't want to hear you say 'nothing' like Aiden. I want the truth.” Maverick, once again, prepared to answer, but Ashley suddenly froze.

She turned towards a shadow and said in a menacing tone, “Alright! You may be able to hide in the shadows and walk quietly, but you can't hide your scent. Come out now or I'm using you as charcoal.” Maverick took a step back in alarm when he noticed smoke pouring out of Ashley’s nose and mouth. “If you're not an enemy than come out and show us. There's no reason to sneak around listening to others' conversations like a criminal.” Maverick watched Ashley turn and face him, apparently in deep thought about something. Maverick tried focusing his sharp vision in the shadow, but to no avail. The eyes of a Swampert are for seeing in murky water, not for seeing in the dark.

He suddenly turned back to Ashley and said, “You might not believe it, even if I went into huge detail.” He paused for a while, to check for a response, but no one spoke. “You see,” he started, “It just happened today. When I was having my physical, I was suddenly told to lift a whole 3 ton weight, so that’s what caused the muscle strain. But then, for some reason, I was directed to the battle arena! Then I noticed that no one was in there. The scientist who was doing the physical set 2 dummies as, you’ll never believe it, a Sceptile and a Venusaur, set to an aggressive hard level.”

Maverick started explaining his strategy, how he eliminated the Sceptile but with the Venusaur launching a Solarbeam which was barely dodged and how the Venusaur launched an earthquake and knocked him out. “And then, I woke up in my room and wondered why I was dragged up the stairs. Then, I went down to the Cafeteria, had my food and then was taken to another physical. I realized at about that point that the first physical was fake! But why…?”

Yrie
September 25th, 2008, 1:55 PM
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Lusankya- Same comment as before ("great post, as always.")

namora- you're doing much better on the length, and your posts are always enjoyable to read

King_Lucario- I intended not to have any legendary pokemon, but you do seem to have a good reason for the Mew hybrid, so I'll let it go. Having said that, it was an interesting battle, good job with the length and detail.

Goulerbot- Good post, interesting character as well.

I gave kansas permission to post a profile, though its definitely the last one (I've added "Sign Ups are now Closed!" To the first post. Lusankya, if you see it before I do, take a look at it, will you? Thanks.

Kansas
September 25th, 2008, 2:05 PM
Name: Marcus Axwell
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Pokemon: Pidgeot
Scientific Designation: 725-MM03

Appearance: As expected from a teenager who merged with a bird, Marcus is a very thing, wirey looking kid with little to no visible body muscle and Caucasian skin. He stands about 5'8 and has a slightly arrogant posture when he is simply standing with hand on hip and an impatient look on his face, tapping his foot. Marcus is over all a rough looking person and that has a lot to do with his Pidgeot qualities. Marc has a head of short, neck length scruffy, brown, red, and blond hair that very closely resembles bird feathers with a single thick blond colored feather drooping over the field of vision of his right eye. His face holds narrow features of slim, wild looking eyes with mysterious, deep yellow irises. accented by his dainty nose, Marc also usually wear a slight grin on his face, much loving the extent of his abilities.

Due to the aerial borne nature of his form, Marc's clothes more times than not, consist of tight fitting clothes that wont create very much wind resistance. All clothes he wears are very slim fitted and hug his body closely, but not as bad as a wet suit or something. On a typical day, he usually prefers to wear a dark brown shirt that matches the outsides of his incredibly large wings that rest on his back. For pants, Marc loves going fast but will seldom sacrifice style for usefulness. Even though they create .16 seconds of wind resistance, Marcus wears a pair of dark blue jeans that are slightly faded down the center. He'll never wear shoes if he has the option, as they're just extra weight for him to have to deal with in flight. Also for the simple fact that the nails on his fingertips and toes had transformed into small talons.

Personality: At first glance, Marcus appears to be exactly what someone would expect from someone with the ability to fly in a world of people who normally don't. Marcus is very openly arrogant and sarcastic and frequently gets frustrated when people can't do things that a flier would be able to do. He is a confident boy in his strength and speed and is usually incredibly impatient as well. Its not hard for him to warm up to new people but it seems to take others a bit longer to warm up to him, unfortunately. Marcus prefers to do things his own way and not take any orders, but unfortunately doesn't excel at giving orders either, making him a total wild card in most tricky situations. Marcus is very direct. very sincere. and doesn't like to beat around the bush. He can be a little bit too competitive at times and will sometimes let things accidentally get out of control. In the end, after all of his gloating about his abilities, he is actually a very nice and collected person who just fell in love with the sky. He is quite strong, but although he doesn't like to admit it, he's got a lot to learn.

History: Marcus was a relatively recent addition to the laboratory, coming 2 years after the others had arrived. He always kept to himself, not knowing what to do about the entire situation. He had fresh memories of his family, and he loved them very much. His sister, mother, father... They had all been wiped out during a hurricane that collided with the shores of Fuschia. He was immediately placed in a foster home after the disaster but during the clean up effort, someone managed to sneak in and kidnap Marcus in his sleep. Without a family, Marcus was more than willing to stay and give up on life when he awoke. Needless to say, he was content with his life and the others around him. He took a great liking to his morph after he was changed, and made extra efforts to try and become the best. To earn his place among the rest of them...
Extra Info: Marcus has an obvious obsession with speed and is definitely hard to rival in a straight race, reaching a Pidgeot's true potential of being able to hit speeds close to Mach 2. He's incredibly maneuverable in midair and is very crafty with his attacks. That being said, he's little more than a sitting... Pidgey...when he's on the ground

RP Sample: from Pokemorph Liberation Force: Kanto (The original)

The group wandered through the steadily increasing rain fall until Plum had finally found the pokemon center which she carelessly attempted to break the door of, resulting in the embarrassing face plant into the door.

"She hasn't changed one bit..." Clove thought to himself as he watched the rest of the team walk in.

"Hey wait, wasnt there a Lucario-morph with the group as well?" Clove heard from in the group, it was Ezekiel. Clove quickly scanned the team double checking the observation.

"you're right... Reid is gone." Clove responded

He quickly reached into his back pocket, retrieving his communicator and flipping the screen open. A map of Vermillion flashed open, showing a cluster of dots marking the team in the pokemon center and one lone dot in the city, marking Denx's location, but Reid's dot was nowhere to be found. He flipped the phone shut, thinking for a moment.

"That communicator signal is traceable anywhere on this planet, the only reason I wouldn't be able to locate him is if it were destroyed...this isn't good. Just when we caught a break too..."

Suddenly a shadow outside the window caught Clove's eye. He slipped out of the center and into the now downpour of a rainstorm. A figure was barely visible through the sheet of water. As Clove strained his eyes through the water to see the figure clearly, it suddenly vanished, appearing right in his face.

"Impossible! I couldn't even see its movements!" Clove thought in horrified astonishment.

The figure revealed itself at the close range of inches in front of Clove's face. A small button like nose and pointed ears with a drooping yellow scarf like object around his neck. A Floatzel morph. Orange eyes glared into Clove's as silence was only accompanied by the drone of thick rain drops pelting the town.

"You've surely noticed by now." The Floatzel finally spoke.

"Noticed what."

"We've got your little morph comrade. The Lucario."

"You bastard..."

"You aren't in any position to to be name calling, Clove Wheldst."

"How do you know my name."

"Were you really so dumb to think that you could take down Brock and Surge and the other leaders wouldn't notice? How foolish. We know all about your little rag tag group and all the tricks you've got up your sleeve. But we didn't come here to gloat of our power." The Floatzel explained.

"...We?" Clove responded surprised.

The morph snapped his fingers as all sorts of shadow shrouded figures moved through the thick rain with incredible speed, encircling the two as they talked.

"What the hell. I can't track any of their movements..." Clove thought in his head as his began to extend his spikes. Without warning a figure streaked past and disappeared into the rain's cloak once more. A small cut opened on Clove's face and blood trickled down his face.

"I don't recommend trying that, Captain Wheldst. You're completely surrounded and Miss Misty takes very good care of her subordinates." the Floatzel explained.

"...Misty? That explains it... the sudden downpour, the untrackable speed. It has to be Swift Swim. So you're here to show me what Misty is capable of. Rain Dance from miles away tucked back in your little hideout in Cerulean." Clove inferred through gritted teeth.

"Bingo. You aren't as thick headed as you look, and this is just the beginning of her strength. But thats not all. Misty wants you to come. Bring your best. That is... If you want to save your little runt half dog morph. Funny... he's half human but he definitely whimpers like a dog."

"You son of a ---"

"Now now Clove, save it for later. You'll need it. You have specific instructions. You will advance to Saffron tomorrow as you have planned. If you try to detour, we will kill him. Understood?" The Floatzel said, snapping a finger again. Another morph darted past them, instantly disappearing into the rain again. Another cut appeared across Clove's face which dripped blood slowly.

"Understood. You're not going to survive our next encounter." Clove said through a low voice. His hollow yellow eyes began to glow an intense yellow as the whites of his eyes turned deep black.

"I'll be looking forward to it, Captain Wheldst. The name is Raizel, don't forget it." He said with an arrogant tone as he backed into the downpour, fading from clear vision. He tossed an object at Clove which clattered on the ground at his feet. Raizel then waved his hand into the air and instantly the circling figures vanished from sight. Raizel followed soon, disappearing into the rain and leaving Clove standing alone outside. He wiped the blood from his face, flinging it into the air as he leaned down to pick up the object and head back inside.

He stepped back into the center, drenched from head to toe. His eyes still housed their yellow and black hue of hatred. He tossed the object onto a nearby table as small pieces still fell of it. It was Reid's communicator.

"Everyone rest well. We move out first thing in the morning." Clove said with a stern emotionless tone.

Lusankya
September 25th, 2008, 3:33 PM
(OOC: Kansas, you're in. Accepted.)

"Hey Mav," Ashley said, without even noticing Kite standing there, waiting for her to move aside. "Did you hear the rumors about the basement? There's been some pretty weird stuff going on lately. Have you noticed how the scientists have been acting the last few days?" Her tail stiffened at something. "What happened to you? And I don't want to hear you say 'nothing' like Aiden. I want the truth."

She turned slightly, then out of the corner of her eye, saw Kite standing there, arms crossed and tapping his foot impatiently, somehow in virtual silence. She might have blushed, although it was difficult to tell what with all the fur and all. Making hybrids must be a very imprecise process, Kite thought, and not for the first time. The variations in appearances the process could create were enormous. On one hand, you had people like Ashley and that little pushover hybrid from earlier, who looked more like Pokemon than human, as though they were Pokemon who had learned to walk on two feet and wear clothing. And then you had people like Kite, who barely had any changes in their appearance at all. In his own case, all that had happened to Kite was a change in color of his skin, eyes, and hair, plus those tattoo-ish things on his face. He didn't really know where those had come from; there wasn't anything too like them on an actual Magnezone. He reckoned that if he ever did escape from the facility, he would pass off pretty well, at least in appearance, for just a human. Ashley on the other hand, well, unless she was going to die if she stayed, then Kite doubted that she would be any better off outside.

Kite uncrossed his arms and walked past Ashley. He now saw she had been talking to a Swampert hybrid. He couldn't quite recall his name, although he believed it began with an M. Ashley had called him "Mav". Maveron, maybe?

“Alright! You may be able to hide in the shadows and walk quietly, but you can't hide your scent. Come out now or I'm using you as charcoal. If you're not an enemy than come out and show us. There's no reason to sneak around listening to others' conversations like a criminal.”

Kite stopped walking and glanced behind him. Ashley was turned in the direction he had been coming from, a small flame spurting from her mouth, and smoke flying from her nostrils. Apparantly she had either heard or smelled someone hiding in a corner somewhere. Kite himself didn't see anything, but he reached out with a weak magnetic field. As one of the field lines crossed a disturbance, he detected the presence of a person there too, although the kind of which he couldn't even begin to tell. Feeling for objects via magnetic fields was much easier underwater.

"You might not believe it, even if I went into huge detail.” The being whose name Kite thought began with an M started talking. “You see, it just happened today. When I was having my physical, I was suddenly told to lift a whole 3 ton weight, so that’s what caused the muscle strain. But then, for some reason, I was directed to the battle arena! Then I noticed that no one was in there. The scientist who was doing the physical set 2 dummies as, you’ll never believe it, a Sceptile and a Venusaur, set to an aggressive hard level.”

Oh, shut it, Kite thought, as the hybrid continued to go on telling his little story. This is not a good moment for storytime. But the hybrid didn't seem to notice his annoyed glances and continued on with his story, ending with, “And then, I woke up in my room and wondered why I was dragged up the stairs. Then, I went down to the Cafeteria, had my food and then was taken to another physical. I realized at about that point that the first physical was fake! But why…?”

Well sounds like they're paying extra attention to you for some reason, Kite thought, although he didn't actually say it out loud. Ashley, on the other hand, hadn't seemed to have paid much attention to the story, and was still peering down the hallway at their unseen eavesdropper. Eavesdropping, Kite reflected, wasn't really a crime. He for one, did it all the time. But if Ashley thought it dangerous, than maybe it was. His chains started to slink around his arms, legs, and torso, quietly unraveling themselves into combat stance.

Jaydin Knight
September 25th, 2008, 3:44 PM
"Hey Mav," he heard Ashley say in a gentle, friendly tone. Mav...That had to be the Swampert hybrid. "Did you hear the rumors about the basement? There's been some pretty weird stuff going on lately. Have you noticed how the scientists have been acting the last few days?" The basement stuff again...Jasper licked his lips, accidentally nicking them with his sharp fangs. The male hybrid winced, sucking the precious drops of blood into his mouth. But the Flareon hybrid went on and, well, he needed to pay attention.

"What happened to you? And I don't want to hear you say 'nothing' like Aiden. I want the truth." The words were gruff and fast - he could almost see the frown on Ashley's face. There was a quick, hardly audible sound, like the swish of air and Jasper stiffened. His ears were flat against his head and his muscles tensed, preparing to fight or flee.

"Alright!" Ashley's voice was firm, Jasper noted and sparks of panic jumped from his heart. "You may be able to hide in the shadows and walk quietly, but you can't hide your scent. Come out now or I'm using you as charcoal." Jasper's sharp eyes saw flames briefly light the room with an eerie glow and he fidgeted.

"If you're not an enemy than come out and show us. There's no reason to sneak around listening to others' conversations like a criminal." What to do, what to do...If stayed quiet, perhaps she would think she was imagining things and Jasper would hear more about their plan...And yet, if he gave himself up, then maybe he could participate in their scheme. But before he said a thing, another voice spoke.

“You might not believe it, even if I went into huge detail.” The speaker's voice was slightly low in tone, but loud enough as it was. His ears twitched painfully for a moment. Jasper recognized the speaker as the young Swampert hybrid - the one called Mav. “You see,” Mav continued, seemingly oblivious to Jasper's listening. “It just happened today. When I was having my physical, I was suddenly told to lift a whole 3 ton weight, so that’s what caused the muscle strain. But then, for some reason, I was directed to the battle arena! Then I noticed that no one was in there. The scientist who was doing the physical set 2 dummies as, you’ll never believe it, a Sceptile and a Venusaur, set to an aggressive hard level.”

He snorted in disbelief. As if a scientist would do that to a kid. They were scientists, sure, but they weren't stupid. Jasper rolled his eyes. Mav sounded completely sincere, but...The kid went on, explaining his strategy, how he eliminated the Sceptile but with the Venusaur launching a Solarbeam which was barely dodged and how the Venusaur launched an earthquake and knocked him out.

“And then, I woke up in my room and wondered why I was dragged up the stairs. Then, I went down to the Cafeteria, had my food and then was taken to another physical. I realized at about that point that the first physical was fake! But why…?” Jasper heard the kid's voice finally trail off. He let out a small sigh of relief. At that rate, he had been wondering when The Kid (as Jasper had dubbed Mav in his mind) would run out of breath.

Jasper stepped out of the shadows at last, yellow rings glowing and wine red eyes gleaming. He ran an absent hand through his raven-black hair. "Because - what is it? Mab? Ma-duh? Mav? S'mthing like that, I'm sure - your scientists didn't want the higher ups knowing much 'bout you, or they're playing mind games with you." Jasper rolled his eyes and gave a little half-shrug, his tail twitching in time with his shrug. "Not much you can do 'bout it, 'nyways." His tone was somewhat mocking. Somewhat belatedly, he remembered his 'manners'. "Hello, Kite, Mab, Ashley." He hadn't previously seen Kite, but was only mildly surprised to see him. Kite always seemed to be where the action was, although he was usually in the background. Jasper cocked his head to the side, in curiosity.

"What's going on?" the words were hushed and quiet, carrying a serious air Jasper's previous words hadn't held. His gaze darted from Kite's face to Ashley's. They looked like they knew the most out of these hybrids....But whether it was true or not, Jasper wasn't completely sure.

ANARCHit3cht
September 25th, 2008, 4:51 PM
Aiden realized there was no answer and turned at all the commotion "Wow a big group of People" Aiden Didnt Really like that all these people were Here in this cramped little Hallway. "Geeze People Move out of the way" said Aiden was he was pushing his way through he became veyr closterphobic in this tight space. Pushing his way past a couple of People he dropped his notebook without noticing and kept walking on. He got to the stairs he wanted time to train some more. He went down the steps into the cafeteria.

In the cafeteria he passed straight through ignoring any scent that was picked up along the way. He got to the doors of the room and pushed them open. Walking over to a computer he put it on Agressive-Medium. Plop! Plop! went the sound as two machines popped out. The first machine to come into view was Electrike much like a Manectric but smalle and green. The second machine was a Pidgeotto. Aiden smiled as he saw the bird type it would be easy to take down. He stepped back to the wall letting the machines take the first strike. I hope the Pidgeotto comes first and tries to use peck or Arial Ace or Something of the sort. The pidgeotto did come first and used a sand attack Aiden dodging it for the most part getting sand in his left eye. This was bad if they were to split up he could focus only on one. Sure enough the Machines Split up.


"Man just my luck.." cried out Aiden as he charged at the Pidgeotto Machine trying to Jump on its back he succeeded but didn't expect the machine to smash against the roof. Hitting the roof the Pidgeotto flew away Aiden was about to the ground when the Electrike tackled into the Pidgeotto. Aiden's Head and arms ached a bit but he ignored it. He went back to the wall and then charged at the Pidgeotto full speed he jumped into the air just before hitting it. He turned around used a Thunder bolt hitting the Pidgeotto before he dove down with a tackle smashing the bird to the ground. That took it out. "One Down one To Go!" cheered Aiden.

Aiden looked around the room for the Electrike he couldn't find. He whipped around only to be met a tackle from the pokemon. The unexpected tackle cause Aiden to fall back. Trying to get up he was hit again by the machine. "Alright.. ill play like that" Aiden said to the machine. Standing back he used a quick attack smashing into the Electrike knocking it down. When it got up Aiden used another quick attack hitting it the ground again. It layed on the ground and Aiden tackled it as the machine stuggled to get up. He backed up and waited for the dirt to settle. Through the dust he saw the Electrike preparing for a Take Down. Aiden stepped out of the way and watched as the machine smashed into the wall it let out a sound of defeat and the machine's retreated. Aiden felt exhausted and slowly made his way back to his room.

Seeing the crowd if people he ignored them opening his door and then closing it. He sat down on his bed and kicked off his shoes. He slipped off his sweater and then lied down just like that preparing to go to sleep. He fell asleep thinking about the raid of the basment. As he drifted to sleep his mind began to play an image. He was at the basement door. It creaked open revealing a dark room. He stepped inside and was flooded with memories. His ringed with yelling. "Stop!" he yelled. The voices went quiet except for one that said "You did well on making it hear but that stroke of luck ends now.."

FinalMaster
September 26th, 2008, 12:44 AM
Maverick was a little surprised when he saw an Umbreon hybrid step out of the shadows, with rings glowing. The hybrid ran a hand through his hair, and suddenly spoke. “Because - what is it? Mab? Ma-duh? Mav? S'mthing like that, I'm sure - your scientists didn't want the higher ups knowing much 'bout you, or they're playing mind games with you.” The hybrid rolled his eyes and continued his little speech. “Not much you can do 'bout it, 'nyways.”He said that last bit in a mocking tone, something which annoyed Maverick a fair bit. Then, suddenly, the Umbreon hybrid said in a slightly more polite tone, “Hello, Kite, Mab, Ashley.” He looked over behind Ashley and seemed mildly surprised at something. Maverick looked as well, and saw Kite, a hybrid who had, as far as he knew, no friends in the entire complex. Maverick started concentrating back on the Umbreon hybrid, who quietly uttered something. Maverick wanted to get things straight. “First off,” he began in an annoyed tone, “my name’s Maverick. Second, you make a point about the playing mind games thing, and third, what’s your name anyway?”

Before he could hear the Umbreon hybrid’s answers, Aiden barged through the group, quickly saying, “Geeze People Move out of the way”. Then Maverick turned towards the Umbreon hybrid and said, “ Now he’s gone, what’s your answer? Come on, tell me your name! ”

Gamekrazy
September 26th, 2008, 1:09 AM
Jiro had made it to his room, plopping down upon his bed, and staring at the celing. His bed felt very comfortable to him, ailing his sore body, however to a normal human being it would be anything but. In actuality, the bed was firm and lumpy, but living with these kind of conditions his entire life, not knowing anything else, Jiro didn’t really know the difference. His body ached, but he was sure it would go away by itself. Taro’s weight had been evenly distributed across his body, so he didn’t end up with any serious injuries. Taro had been bullying him for long enough to know how to hurt him without seriously hurting him. After all, the scientists wanted their precious guinea pigs in tact for the next time they decide to experiment on them.

Jiro glanced to the table at the side of his bed. A blank drawing pad sat on it. This one was fresh, so it seemed the scientists had taken his old one not to long ago. Whenever one of his pads came close to filling up, he would always have it taken from him and given a new one. Jiro was a bit discouraged by this. What did they do with his drawings? Burn them? Examine them? Either way, Jiro was a bit discouraged by the fact that all of his works of art were not preserved by him. Part of him, the human part, said to stop drawing altogether, it was pointless if he couldn’t keep his works, after all. However, a much larger part of him, his smeargle part, drove him to. It was one of his base instincts to let his tail loose on a piece of paper to see what he could create. It was the art of drawing that was the art itself.

Instincts overpowering his human judgment (as they usually did in this situation) he found himself with his tail in one hand, guiding it across his new pad of paper to create an image. It was odd. Jiro had no idea what to draw. In fact, most of the time he had set out to draw with no actual picture in mind. It was almost as if it was his smeargle half that was creating the picture, not him, almost like they were two separate minds, trapped within the same body. After an hour or so of drawing, his image was complete. It was a scenery picture, with either the sun or the moon setting behind a large mountain. It was more likely the moon, because since Jiro’s tail only secreted blue paint, his pictures always contained a blue tint, making his image seem more like a sorrowful nighttime image then one in the day.

As he was marveling at his picture, his stomach let out a loud growl, the loudest one today. Setting down his picture, he placed both hands on his stomach. Man, he was hungry! Dinner most likely would be served soon, so he saw no better option to get some food . He would try to stay away from Taro and eat in peace, as skipping two entire meals a day could have very bad effects on the poor hybrid. He didn’t want to wake up in the morning to find he had devoured his pillow while sleeping out of sheer hunger.

Leaving his room, Jiro began to walk down the hallway twords the Cafeteria. He saw what appeared to be a notebook on the floor, however he left it where it was. Whoever it belonged to may go looking for it later, and it was best it was in the same spot it started at. Plus, food was on his mind at the moment, not being generous. A group of hybrids blocked the way through the hall. Apparently they were all talking about something, but what, Jiro didn’t know.

“Um…” Jiro said in his usual, quiet voice, attempting to move through. “Excuse me?”

Gumshoe Satyr
September 26th, 2008, 5:08 AM
(O.S.S Geez I have a lot of stuff to address :P)

As she peered into the darkness at the intruder, Mav started to speak, “You might not believe it, even if I went into huge detail.” He paused. “You see, it just happened today. When I was having my physical, I was suddenly told to lift a whole 3 ton weight, so that’s what caused the muscle strain. But then, for some reason, I was directed to the battle arena! Then I noticed that no one was in there. The scientist who was doing the physical set 2 dummies as, you’ll never believe it, a Sceptile and a Venusaur, set to an aggressive hard level.” He explained his battle with the Venasaur and Sceptile. “And then, I woke up in my room and wondered why I was dragged up the stairs. Then, I went down to the Cafeteria, had my food and then was taken to another physical. I realized at about that point that the first physical was fake! But why...?"

As Jasper stepped out of the shadows, his rings gleaming, she relax just enough to be able to turn back to Mav but watched Jasper out of the corner of her eye. "Because - what is it? Mab? Ma-duh? Mav? S'mthing like that, I'm sure - your scientists didn't want the higher ups knowing much 'bout you, or they're playing mind games with you." Jasper said, rolling his eyes and shrugging. In a mocking tone he continued, "Not much you can do 'bout it, 'nyways. Hello, Kite, Mab, Ashley." Ashley tried to hide her irritation and succeeded, mostly. Although he was kind of a sibling evolution to her, she never felt the least bit close to him.

Jasper seemed surprised to see Kite. "What's going on?" Jasper asked quietly. Seemingly annoyed and obviously unable to hear what he asked, Mav said, “First off, my name’s Maverick. Second, you make a point about the playing mind games thing, and third, what’s your name anyway?” Pushing through the group Aiden inturrupted the conversation saying, “Geeze People Move out of the way” Where does he think he's going? Ashley thought, watching his retreating figure. Looking down, she noticed the notebook that he always carried and picked it up. She glanced at the page it fell to and saw her name under Possible Teammate and closed it, smiling to herself. Guess he's planning to put a whole group together. Well if he would give me two minutes of his precious time, he might not have to put me in the list of possibles. Her thoughts were interrupted when Mav spoke again, "Now he’s gone, what’s your answer? Come on, tell me your name!"

She decided that this would be the best place for her to break in. Trying to keep her voice from sounding irritated and sharp she said "Alright Jasper! I should've figured it was you, and I think we've all had enough of your mocking. If we told you all that we know, what would you do with the information? How would it benefit you? You don't seem to be the type that would ask a question without a good reason. What do you think has been going on around the laboratory lately?" Seeing Jiro walking up to them, she added, "Perhaps we should continue this discussion elsewhere. It's about dinner time anyway." She glance up a clock hanging from the wall.

Yrie
September 26th, 2008, 11:28 AM
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Jaydin- Sorry, I just saw your post, if anyone is familiar with tests, its me (believe me, my math and science teachers LOVE giving random quizzes, tests that count for like, 25% of our grade and stuff. I hate math and science with a passion this year.) The post itself was fine.

Kansas- Welcome to the Roleplay!

Lostt- Nice post. You're definitely improving on the post length.

Goulerbot- Somewhat short post, but it doesn't fall under the minimum, so its fine, and the post in itself was pretty good.

Gamekrazy- Interesting character you've got there, very good post.

namora- you can edit it if you'd like to, but its okay. Yeah, I could tell it was rushed, but it really is a good post.

All- if you guys could wrap up your conversations, we probably should move onto a new day, I know the first one was forever, but I thought we should probably give people that just joined time to jump in. The next day won't drag on for quite so long, though I've got something planned for the next day.

Kansas
September 26th, 2008, 12:20 PM
*rustle rustle*

It had always been a nuisance for Marc to get in and out of narrow door ways and such. His wings made a muffled fluffing sound as he maneuvered his way sideways out of his dorm room.

"hmpf...stupid wings... slept in again too..." Marc said to himself non nonchalantly, yawning as he peered just barely over his wing tip to see outside only to be greeted by the mid day sun. Silence had consumed the corridors and it appeared he was the only one nearby. Shrugging off the strange seclusion, Marcus proceeded quietly down the dim lit hallway, staying close to one side and sliding his talons along the wall with his right hand, creating a soft scratching noise that seemed to echo forever through the silence. It felt like a great deal of time had passed before the hallways finally ended in a large double door. A smell leaked through the cracks of the door which betrayed the room's hidden interior, it was the cafeteria. Marc pushed the doors open calmly, ready to greet everyone with his usual over enthused welcome.

"Morning everyone! Can you believe I slept in Aga--" He cut himself off to see that no one was even sitting down and eating. He glanced cautiously around the room, his bird like eyes darting from left to right. The training room doors on the other side burst open as a boy that he had seen frequently around the complex came out, looking a bit beat up. Obviously finished with a day of training. He walked speedily to his room, pushing passed a group that was just now seen, tucked into a small hallway across the cafeteria.

"What're they doing over there... they know its off limits..." Marcus said to himself silently. Looking at the ground, he noticed a small notebook underneath their feet. Finally sick of not doing anything, Marcus gave a large flap of his wings and a small jump which allowed him to make a large, calculated jump to a spot across the cafeteria where he could grab his favorite muffin and eat breakfast for the first time all day. With another flap of his wings, he grabbed his muffin and glided to the group who was talking about something that seemed rather serious. A kid could be seen behind them, also wanting to know whats wrong. Marcus stood quietly munching on his muffin with large mouth fulls as he listened to the group talk. He stepped back, pulling out a chair and flipping it backwards and resting on it. He continued eating as the group talked and exchanged serious phrases and glances at each other.

"pretty fishy... I wonder what they're up to... Marcus thought to himself as he munched silently. Amidst his thoughts, Marcus finally heard what he wanted to hear, it was Ashley's voice.

"Perhaps we should continue this discussion elsewhere. It's about dinner time anyway." she said over the group. Marcus' head immediately perked up.

"Yeahmpf! Dinner! Lets duu itff! I'm starfing" Marcus exclaimed acting as though he was with them the entire time through a mouth full of muffin, leaping into the air and forgetting about the whirlwind his wings kicked up every time he got too excited. He remained flying above them, unintentionally flapping large gusts of wind over the whole group as he stayed a constant 5 or 6 feet off the ground. Remembering that no one really liked having the wind blown in their faces, Marcus' quickly dropped to the ground in attempt to snuff his excitement a bit but he couldn't help it... he was hungry...

Jaydin Knight
September 26th, 2008, 3:09 PM
From the Kid's annoyed face, Jasper presumed the younger couldn't hear him. “First off, my name’s Maverick. Second, you make a point about the playing mind games thing, and third, what’s your name anyway?” Jasper opened his mouth to answer when the Pikachu hybrid weaved his way through the crowd, saying “Geeze People Move out of the way.” The Umbreon hybrid smirked, running a hand through his hair again. "Now he’s gone, what’s your answer? Come on, tell me your name!" the Swampert kid, Mac, burst out angrily.

There was no time to reply, and as it turned out, Ashley seemed perfectly happy to explain his name away for him. Okay, perhaps happy wasn't the best way to put it. "Alright Jasper! I should've figured it was you, and I think we've all had enough of your mocking. If we told you all that we know, what would you do with the information? How would it benefit you? You don't seem to be the type that would ask a question without a good reason. What do you think has been going on around the laboratory lately?"

Jasper scowled, his ears twitching. It was less because of Ashley's words and more because of the two other hybrids that had joined them. The furry mutant-looking one (although, Jasper supposed, they were all very much mutants, but this one always appeared rather beaten up to boot) was not someone he was very much familar with, but - like everyone else - he knew the former was bullied continously. And the other hybrid - a tall teen about eight inches taller than Jasper and with large wings on his back. The older teen was noisily munching away on a muffin and had pulled a chair seemingly out of nowhere to sit on it. Jasper frowned in annoyance, his bands flashing brightly with his annoyance. His wine-red eyes focused on the elder hybrid, fangs baring instinctively and a low growl rumbling in his throat. His annoyance was building.

"Perhaps we should continue this discussion elsewhere. It's about dinner time anyway." Ashley finished off. Jasper's eyes darted to Ashley, before returning warily to the noisy bird hybrid.

"Yeahmpf! Dinner! Lets duu itff! I'm starfing!" the idiotic creature howled, hurting Jasper's tender ears with his shrill, loud voice. His large wings beat about and he flew into the air, sending bits of dust flying into their faces. Jasper shielding his face with his arm, but couldn't help sneezing. Luckily, the idiot dropped down sheepishly after a moment, but Jasper's anger was triggered.

"What is your problem?" He snarled, the growl louder now. He shifted subtly into a stance, in case he had to fight. "We were having an intelligent conversation here!" Jasper's tattoo-like bands glowed brightly, matching his anger and Jasper spat at the ground, but it was quickly apparent that it was not mere spit. The 'spit' sizzled as it hit the floor. If the floor had been any less solid, it would have been dissolved, that much was clear. It was fortunate nobody was standing in that particular spot.

((By the way, Kansas, I'm not insulting you or anything, Jasper just doesn't particulary like your character.))

Lusankya
September 26th, 2008, 3:53 PM
The figure, whoever it was, stepped out of the shadows of the narrow corridor. Kite recognized him immediately as Jasper. The Umbreon hybrid was easily defined by the gold rings that shimmered on his limbs, ears, and tail, as well as the startling contrast between his pale skin and his hair. Jasper ran his hand through his hair. "Because - what is it? Mab? Ma-duh? Mav? S'mthing like that, I'm sure - your scientists didn't want the higher ups knowing much 'bout you, or they're playing mind games with you." The Umbreon-hybrid rolled his eyes and shrugged, his tail giving a little twitch in harmony with the rest of his body movement. "Not much you can do 'bout it, 'nyways." He turned towards the other two in the hallway. "Hello, Kite, Mab, Ashley."

Kite relaxed his posture upon seeing the hybrid, the chains slinking about somewhat less aggressively, and recrossed his arms across his chest. He knew Jasper, although it was by reputation only. Although he didn't much like to think of other people being a lot like him, he had to admit they did have plenty of similarities. They were both loners, and sometimes expressed psychological instability and mood swings. And he felt rather certain that Jasper also viewed others as inferior to himself. The latter didn't bother Kite at all; he cared very little of what others thought of him, except those who could actually do something about it. However, Jasper was a bit more talkative than himself, and he seemed to lack Kite's bloodlust.

“First off," the person who Kite believed to have a name that began with an M started, “my name’s Maverick. Second, you make a point about the playing mind games thing, and third, what’s your name anyway?”

Suddenly, another hybrid barged through the hallway, practically shoving people aside. While the others might have moved to accomadate his volume in the narrow corridor, Kite himself didn't move so much as a millimeter. He watched the hybrid storm through the hallway, and felt him brush ever so gently against his arm.

“Now he’s gone, what’s your answer? Come on, tell me your name!”

Learn some manners, Kite thought, annoyed.

“Um… Excuse me?”

Kite turned ever so slightly to see yet another hybrid. This one was the same Smeargle-hybrid that had gotten squished by a Snorlax-hybrid.

"Alright Jasper! I should've figured it was you, and I think we've all had enough of your mocking. If we told you all that we know, what would you do with the information? How would it benefit you? You don't seem to be the type that would ask a question without a good reason. What do you think has been going on around the laboratory lately?" Ashley's voice sounded sharp and irritated, but at the same time as though she was trying to conceal it. "Perhaps we should continue this discussion elsewhere. It's about dinner time anyway."

"Yeahmpf! Dinner! Lets duu itff! I'm starfing!" Another hybrid had entered the hallway. What was this, a convention center?

Oh great, another genius, Kite thought irritatedly as the bird-hybrid hovered four or five feet above the ground, blowing wind everywhere. He seriously considered zapping him and leaving him unconcious on the ground for the janitors to pick up.

"What is your problem?" Jasper snarled"We were having an intelligent conversation here!" He spit out a lob of acid that left a small pit in the floor.

Now that was amusing. Kite stepped forward, a ever-so-slightly maniacal grin on his face. "I'm going to dinner," he said, chains retracted to wrap themselves around his body. "Anyone care to join me?" He walked forward through the group down the hall, leaving the very distinct (and dangerous) smell of ozone in the air.

Kansas
September 26th, 2008, 4:25 PM
The overjoyed flaps of his massive wings definitely wasn't welcome among the group of other morphs, but that was really to be expected.

"Hm, everyone around here is so uptight..." Marcus thought scratching his head while taking an onslaught of malicious stares that seemed to go straight through his soul. He stood uneasily as one of them proceeded to yell at him.

"What is your problem?" He snarled, the growl louder now. He shifted subtly into a stance, in case he had to fight. "We were having an intelligent conversation here!"

Marcus stood awestruck at the boy's bold statement towards him. He quickly shifted from his happy-go-lucky mood to a more serious tone as he bent over to eye length with the small boy, cocking an eyebrow as he spit an acidic glob onto the floor that sizzled away.

"You'd do well to watch your manners, kid. What are you? Like 12? I could step on you." Marcus said snidely through narrow eyes.

With that he reared his head back, pulling globs of snot in his throat into a huge loogie, spitting it on the floor next to the boy's own sizzling glob. The loogie began to burn and sizzle next to the other one. Marcus leaned in closer to the boy and whispered quietly.

"Anything you can do... I can do better..."

He stood back up straight, ruffling his feathers a bit. He spread his wings out to their full span and gave a massive flap, with full intent to knock the small boy off his feet. As the mighty flap let whirlwinds loose at the small kid, Marcus turned around, not waiting for a retort. He had heard another one, the one with chains, talk about eating but he didn't care anymore.

"Seems I'm not wanted. Later." Marcus called over his shoulder as he slowly walked across the cafeteria. "Who's that kid think he is tryin to start crap with me... He probably wont even be able to figure out that I copied his little trick with Mirror Move... Whatever.

He walked to a small counter, grabbing another muffin and remaining silent as he scooted out a chair at a table across the cafeteria and kicked back on two legs, facing the opposite direction and starting on another delicious muffin as he mumbled angry remarks to himself about the rude kid.

ANARCHit3cht
September 26th, 2008, 4:43 PM
The voices went quiet except for one that said "You did well on making it hear but that stroke of luck ends now.." Those words rung through his head all though the voice had stopped. He continued walking through a the dark and was surprised as a man jumped infront of him. The man said he was a scientist but he was a hybrid this confused Aiden. He used a Thunderbolt on the man who jumped and dodged countering it with a Tackle, Aiden smashed into the wall.

"What was that for?" he groaned and then Tackled the man back. He followed it up with a thunderbolt.

"You have worked well" said the man again smashing Aiden into a wall. Aiden became mad and thunderbolted him again and then followed it up with a tackle. The man hit the wall and slumped over.

"Well, well theres the door you can leave now Aiden..." Aiden was confused why didn't the man call him by code. He didn't care as he skipped to the door. He noticed it was creaked slightly open the otherside was a bright light. He grabbed the knob and pulled the light flooded his face. He stepped out and said,".. everything is so.. so.. green." He took a step on the soft ground and then he woke up. "Wh-wh-where was i?" Aiden looked around he was still in his bed. "Man..." he stayed there for a bit then got up. He was hungry he stretched and then walked out of his room. He wanted Dinner. He went down the stairs and turned into the cafeteria.

In the Room he got in the line got his food and sat down. He took a drink of his juice and then a bite of his food. He took the rest of his juice and drank it down while taking small bites of his food. He felt much better while he sat in the room he couldn't go to sleep for two reasons one he lost his journal and two he had to get into the basement soon.

Jaydin Knight
September 26th, 2008, 5:05 PM
A flash of movement - Jasper's scarlet eyes focused on Kite, before flickering to the idiot, back and forth...Kite had a slightly disturbing grin on his face and Jasper felt a tendril of unsettlement. "I'm going to dinner," the formed hybrid said, his chains retracting to wrap themselves around his body. "Anyone care to join me?" Jasper watched silently as Kite walked forward through the group down the hall, leaving the very distinct (and dangerous) smell of ozone in the air. He sniffed and sneezed again, considering joining Kite. Although Kite was older than Jasper, and he didn't know him very well...Jasper figured it was better than sticking around with the likes of the idiot and the kid - although Ashley seemed interesting and he knew very little about the Smeargle hybrid.

Tilting his head upward defiantly, he watched as the much taller bird hybrid bent down down to Jasper's eye-level. Jasper's three-fingered, one-thumbed hands tightened into fists. A low growl, which had previously stopped after Jasper had spoken, resumed and he bared his fangs once again. The tall teen seemed to take Jasper's spit as a challenge (which it hadn't been) and heaved a loogie far bigger that the spray of Jasper's acid, which sizzled as it hit the floor. Jasper was momentarily stunned, but he hid it well. The tall boy cocked an eyebrow in challenge and Jasper snorted in defiance, unclenching his fists and hooking his thumbs into the belt loops of his pants as though he could care less.

"You'd do well to watch your manners, kid. What are you? Like 12? I could step on you." the tall boy said, his eyes narrow and mean. Jasper scoffed, about to speak. "Anything you can do... I can do better..." the boy whispered in what appeared to have been an attempt to be intimidating. Then he let out fullout whirlwind without any notice. The impact sent Jasper to the ground and he snarled.

"Seems I'm not wanted. Later." the idiot called over his shoulder, walking away. Getting to his feet, Jasper scoffed just loud enough to be heard by the idiot. "Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic."

FinalMaster
September 26th, 2008, 6:28 PM
Maverick listened for the Umbreon hybrid’s answer, but found it answered by Ashley. “Alright Jasper! I should've figured it was you, and I think we've all had enough of your mocking. If we told you all that we know, what would you do with the information? How would it benefit you? You don't seem to be the type that would ask a question without a good reason. What do you think has been going on around the laboratory lately?” Ok, Maverick thought. I guess that means the hybrid’s name is Jasper.

When Ashley looked towards where Maverick had first walked here from, He followed with his own eyes and sidestepped to let Jiro, who seemed to have come from nowhere, through. He then whispered in Jiro’s ear, “Meet me after dinner at my room or maybe in the morning at the training arena.” Ashley suddenly spoke up again. “Perhaps we should continue this discussion elsewhere. It's about dinner time anyway.”

Maverick was about to agree when some Pidgeot hybrid jumped into the conversation while, apparently, eating something. “Yeahmpf! Dinner! Lets duu itff! I'm starfing!” Suddenly he flew up with enthusiasm, unfortunately flapping his wings so hard, it almost blew Maverick off his feet. Man, he better stop that before things get nasty! Almost as though reading his thoughts, the hybrid stopped and landed, but not before Jasper growled, said “What is your problem? We were having an intelligent conversation here!” and spat what appeared to be acid on the ground. Wow, looks like that set him off… Jasper’s rings suddenly glowed brightly, causing Maverick to shield his strong vision with his arm before the light Jasper gave off blinded him. The other hybrid, who Maverick paid almost no attention to before said, “I'm going to dinner, anyone care to join me?” and with that he promptly left the room, leaving behind a very distinct ozone smell.

With that, the Pidgeot hybrid spoke in a menacing tone, “You'd do well to watch your manners, kid. What are you? Like 12? I could step on you. ” He reared his head up and spat out a huge blob of acid, and the hybrid leaned in, saying, “Anything you can do... I can do better…” Then he stood up straight, flapped his wings, and blew Jasper over. If Jasper didn’t mock me so much, I would have cared a lot more about that. The Pidgeot hybrid called over his shoulder as he walked away, “Seems I'm not wanted. Later.” After Jasper got up, Maverick heard him say, “Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.”

Maverick suddenly said, “Wow! That was pretty sudden. Don’t you agree?” He turned and looked at the crowd of people who had gathered during the conversation, which now held only him, Jasper, Jiro and Ashley, and with Jiro only being here because he wanted to pass through, that could soon change. Maverick faced Ashley and asked, “Now, what was that about rumors?”

Gumshoe Satyr
September 26th, 2008, 6:32 PM
Entering the hallway Marcus, a Pigeot hybrid spoke up, "Yeahmpf! Dinner! Lets duu itff! I'm starfing" He lept into the air and sent a whirlwind whipping around the group, causing Ashley to sneeze a couple of times in the dust it stirred up. Man! This guy needs to cut the sweets out of his diet! Luckily, he stopped as sudden as he started and the hallway grew quiet again. Noticing that Kite was about to do something to Marcus, she started to move to stop but stopped when Jasper started to growl.

"What is your problem?" He snarled, the growl louder now. He shifted subtly into a stance, ready for a fight . "We were having an intelligent conversation here!" He needs to stay calm. I didn't like it anymore than he did, but Marcus didn't mean it! She touched her delicate nose, frustrated that her sense of smell was temporarily diminished. Jasper spat out on the ground, which surprised Ashley when it began to sizzle. Undaunted, Marcus eyed the younger boy and arrogantly spat acidic spit on the ground next to Jasper's saying, "You'd do well to watch your manners, kid. What are you? Like 12? I could step on you. Anything you can do... I can do better..." Ashley sighed, disgusted. What a childish fight.... Marcus accidentally blows dust in Jasper's face.... Jasper spits and Macus spits back.... How ridiculous...

Kite walked toward the cafeteria, grinning like he enjoyed the whole thing. "I'm going to dinner," he said, chains retracted to wrap themselves around his body. "Anyone care to join me?" Ashley sneezed two more times on the ozone smell he left behind. Well, he's definitely not helping anything.... Knocking Jasper down with a massive whirlwind (and blowing around more dust), Marcus walked into the cafeteria calling over his shoulder, Seems I'm not wanted. Later." Snarling, Jasper stood up and sneer just loud enough to be heard, "Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic." Ashley sighed, thinking about the ludicrousness of the whole scene. These guys need a referee and I'm not volunteering!!

Massaging her temples, she tried to think of something to say to Jasper that would fit after what just happened. Adopting a slight growl in her own voice, she turned to Jasper, "You guys sure know how to stir things up around here! I know that Marcus was clearly at fault as well, but you know as well as I do that he didn't mean the first whirlwind. If we start fighting among ourselves, what will happen to us if the scientists decide to destroy us? Not one hybrid has managed to escape yet acting alone." She paused, letting her words sink in. Baring her fangs, she added, "I won't tell you how to act or how to live, but if you start a fight with another hybrid, I will stop it. Other than that we should have no problems."

Covering her fangs again and softening her voice she continued so softly that only Jasper's keen ears would be able to pick it up, "To answer your earlier question, I'm not exactly sure what's going on. You know as well as I do that the scientists can't be trusted, and their behavior and the weird occurrences lately make me more sure of that than ever. Whatever the case, I plan on exploring the basement since it seems to be to root of everything. You can either join my group, explore the basement yourself, or just stay out of it all. I won't tell you what to do. You just need to be aware that someday soon this place will probably become a pandemonium." She walked toward the dining area but stopped and called over her shoulder. "By the way, watch you back or you'll attract more of the scientists' attention than you want or that is healthy." She went into the cafeteria, hoping that Jasper understood. Hearing Mav asking her a question she motioned for him to follow her.

ANARCHit3cht
September 26th, 2008, 7:40 PM
Aiden began to exit the room when he noticed Kite he sat down next to the older hybrid. "So.. did you hear? We are going to explore the basement.. we sure could use a Strong Dude Like you.." said Aiden Hoping to Flatter the Hybrid so that he would come. "Hold on a Minute" he said. Aiden walked back and grabbed his Tray stacking it with the rest. "So.. are you gonna come or no? So far I am and i think Ashley is.." He walked closer and sat. " Don't you think it would be easy taking over?" He scratched his head. " 'cuz i do i mean we have pokemon powers and they don't.." he stopped thinking he was talking to much. "Well, see me tommorow with you answer I'm Tired" he walked off.

Reaching the staircase he walked up he was back in the narrow hallway. The crowd had definetley died. Good not so many people. He opened his door. He looked all around for his Journal but he couldn't find it. Aiden got out a blank piece of paper and began to write something down. It looked like a football play when he was Finished it had the Xs and the Os and the lines. He labeled the Os Stronger Hybrids and the Xs weaker hybrids so far he had down Him as an X and Ashley down as an O he was going to add more when he got more teammates.

FinalMaster
September 27th, 2008, 12:44 AM
While waiting for Ashley to reply to his own question, Maverick took the opportunity to think about the events of the day. It was a habit of his to do such things while he was bored. What a day. First, the physical that might be just a mind game, then Jiro getting crushed, then this conversation where I met Jasper, and now the sudden fight between Jasper and that Pidgeot hybrid… what an eventful day. His thoughts were interrupted when Ashley started talking to Jasper. “You guys sure know how to stir things up around here! I know that Marcus was clearly at fault as well, but you know as well as I do that he didn't mean the first whirlwind. If we start fighting among ourselves, what will happen to us if the scientists decide to destroy us? Not one hybrid has managed to escape yet acting alone. I won't tell you how to act or how to live, but if you start a fight with another hybrid, I will stop it. Other than that we should have no problems.” Maverick was beginning to wonder whether Ashley had heard him at all. She continued, but in a voice too soft for Maverick to hear. Obviously not meant for me to hear… Ashley started to walk to the Cafeteria, motioning for him to follow. Ahhh… so she did hear me… On the way, Maverick said to Jasper, “You don’t seem very happy about me, at the moment, do you? Ah well, I heard first impressions never last. ”

Jaydin Knight
September 27th, 2008, 7:45 AM
The kid suddenly said, “Wow! That was pretty sudden. Don’t you agree?” He turned and looked at their crowd. Jasper gave a simple nod, not feeling the kid would understand anything more. Ashley massaged her temples, turning on him with something that looked like anger in her face.

"You guys sure know how to stir things up around here! I know that Marcus was clearly at fault as well, but you know as well as I do that he didn't mean the first whirlwind. If we start fighting among ourselves, what will happen to us if the scientists decide to destroy us? Not one hybrid has managed to escape yet acting alone." So, Marcus. That must be the idiot's name. Jasper gave a little shrug. Yes, he was at fault -and Jasper acknowledged that- but there was no way he was going to apologize to the idi-to Marcus, if that's what she was getting at. Ashley paused, letting her words sink in. Baring her fangs, she added, "I won't tell you how to act or how to live, but if you start a fight with another hybrid, I will stop it. Other than that we should have no problems."

In a softer, quieter tone (so the kid couldn't hear it, Jasper presumed), Ashley continued. "To answer your earlier question, I'm not exactly sure what's going on. You know as well as I do that the scientists can't be trusted, and their behavior and the weird occurrences lately make me more sure of that than ever. Whatever the case, I plan on exploring the basement since it seems to be to root of everything. You can either join my group, explore the basement yourself, or just stay out of it all. I won't tell you what to do. You just need to be aware that someday soon this place will probably become a pandemonium." Frankly, Jasper had to agree with her. Even with the kid, (though hopefully not the idiot), there was strength in numbers...

She walked toward the dining area but stopped and called over her shoulder. "By the way, watch your back or you'll attract more of the scientists' attention than you want or that is healthy." She went into the cafeteria, and, idly, Jasper followed. It wasn't as though he had much else to do and besides - he was curious.

“You don’t seem very happy about me, at the moment, do you? Ah well, I heard first impressions never last. ” the kid said to Jasper, and he chose to ignore the comment. Ashley would probably get mad if he replied, and for the life of him - he was too curious to quit now.

Snatching up a meal consisting of (twelve) cherries and (fourteen) strawberries, Jasper counted the steps to the table silently in his head. One...two...three...seventeen...twenty-four... At last, he reached the table and sat his tray down, glancing warily at the kid and Ashley.

"So you know, I'm with you." he hissed quietly, just loud enough that the kid should be able to hear him and the Flareon hybrid would understand perfectly well. "But the basement...that's not smart." he gave a single shake of his head. "They - the scientists - must know 'bout these rumors that been flying 'round, impossible for them not to." Jasper's eyes darted around warily. "I 'pect this might be a test or something, but even if it's not, they'll be 'specting somebody to try and break out, so if we do go, we gotta disable the cameras..." Jasper thought for a moment. "Kite, or the Pikachu hybrid might be able to do that, but I dunno." He popped a cherry in his mouth.

Gumshoe Satyr
September 27th, 2008, 9:30 AM
Surprised that Jasper was following them, Ashely quickly grabbed an apple, a roll, and a glass of water, not hungry enough to eat much more. Sitting at a secluded table, she looked up when Jasper started giving them a wary look."So you know, I'm with you." he hissed quietly, "But the basement...that's not smart." he gave a single shake of his head. "They - the scientists - must know 'bout these rumors that been flying 'round, impossible for them not to... I 'pect this might be a test or something, but even if it's not, they'll be 'specting somebody to try and break out, so if we do go, we gotta disable the cameras..." Jasper thought for a moment. "Kite, or the Pikachu hybrid might be able to do that, but I dunno." When Ashley was sure that Jasper was finished speaking, she nodded at him thoughtfully and answered just as softly, "I understand that, Jasper..... I really do. But I feel that we have no choice but to explore the basement." She paused, trying to gather all of her thoughts together.

"I know that going into the basement is risky, but we have to consider what may happen if we don't. By what has happened to Mav and some others, I think it's safe to say that there's some kind of experiment going on in the basement that they don't want us to know about. Another thought that I had is that maybe the extra physical is a way for them to see which hybrids are the most valuable. Maybe they think that keeping so many of us around is a waste of resources or even dangerous." She scanned the room looking for anyone who looked suspicious. Satisfied, she continued, " Plus, the scientists seem to be more cautious around us than they used to. What happens when they consider us too dangerous to keep around? Yes, we could try escape the laboratory without going into the basement, but I hate to leave anyone trapped down there and besides, we need to know what they're up to. Ignorance may be bliss anywhere else but here it can kill."

She took a long drink of water and a bite of apple. "Aiden- the Pikachu hybrid- believes that we can simply storm the basement, blasting at any human that we see, but I can see that we both think that handling it in that way is naive and foolish. The scientists made us this way, didn't they? They should know how to keep us under control..... So if we do indeed go into the basement, we need to be extremely carful. Jasper, will you go with me to talk to Aiden? Perhaps together we can convince him that caution is the better way. I also have something that belongs to him that I need to return." Turning to Mav, she added, "You can come, too, if you want. I'll explain anything you don't understand later." She figured that after what had happened to him and the fact that Jasper didn't seem disturbed by his presence that he could be trusted.

Gamekrazy
September 27th, 2008, 12:35 PM
Jiro observed the situation as events unfolded infront of him. It seemed that the Umbreon hybrid and the Pidgeot hybrid had gotten into a slight dispute with each other, though who exactly was at fault, Jiro could not tell. They both seemed equally responsible to him. The Umbreon hybrid, Jasper, he believed the name was, spit acid onto the floor out of annoyance. The Pidgeot did the same, and while to onlooking pokemon it looked like the real deal, Jiro could tell the difference.

Mirror move... he absently thought. Because of his potential to know any pokemon move, the scientists had tried to get him to sketch all that he could. He could only guess there were a handful of moves he hadn't learned, belonging to pokemon whom the scientists hadn't captured yet. Regardless, Jiro was attack-wise enough to tell the Pidgeot was merely copying the move, and not genuinely using it. Once their ordeal had ended, the Swampert hybrid, whos name he believed was Maverick, moved aside to let him through, and Jiro indeed took the oppritunity.

“Meet me after dinner at my room or maybe in the morning at the training arena.”
Jiro was suprised at the Swamperts words. That had came completely out of the blue. He merely continued walking twords the cafeteria as if it hadn't happened. He wondered what he wanted with him. Nonetheless, he would go. He couldn't say no to anybody. That was his problem.

Moving into the cafeteria, he looked around. No Taro in sight, which was good for him. The big lug had probably retired for the evening. Keeping with his hybrid qualities, he had a Snorlax's lazyness. Late to rise, early to bed. And that meant that Jiro was safe to eat in peace. Lining up and getting his dinner, Jiro spotted an empty table off in the distance, and proceeded to move twords it, to eat by himself as he usually did. As he was walking, he passed by the table where Maverick, Jasper, and Ashley were sitting, and couldn't help but overhear a bit of their conversation.

"They - the scientists - must know 'bout these rumors that been flying 'round, impossible for them not to." Jasper's eyes darted around warily. "I 'pect this might be a test or something, but even if it's not, they'll be 'specting somebody to try and break out, so if we do go, we gotta disable the cameras..."

"I know that going into the basement is risky, but we have to consider what may happen if we don't. By what has happened to Mav and some others, I think it's safe to say that there's some kind of experiment going on in the basement that they don't want us to know about. Another thought that I had is that maybe the extra physical is a way for them to see which hybrids are the most valuable. Maybe they think that keeping so many of us around is a waste of resources or even dangerous."

Again, Jiro continued onward as if he had heard nothing. They were planning on investigating the basement? And, to that extent, possibly attempting to break out? True, Jiro had thought more then once that what the scientists were doing was wrong, and his life inside this building was far from perfect, but he knew to never go against what they wanted you to do. He was one of the more obedient experiments, because he knew the defiant ones were the ones who got punished, sometimes in very cruel ways. And of course it never crossed his mind, not even for one second that an attempt to sucessfully break was possible. These scientists had created them, and though he didn't know exactly what they had up their sleeves, he knew they would be able to keep them in line somehow. And even if they were able to somehow escape sucessfully, he knew deep down that it still would, in a way, end in failure. His body had been drastically altered. Humans on the outside would all see him as some type of freak. There was no way he could hide his features like other hybrids could, and he was sure his tail would attract a fair bit of attention.

Now, though he was loyal to the scientists, would he rat the others out? Heavens no. They would be severely punished, and that would haunt the Smeargle hybrid as long as he lived. No, he decided to simply stay out of their affairs. If they suceeded, good for them, but if they failed, Jiro couldn't say he had any part of it. Finishing up his meal, which was extremely satisfying concidering he had no lunch, he retired to his room, laying on his bed once more, and drawing a bit, before putting his tail and paper to rest, and getting some sleep. In the morning he would go to the training room to meet with that Swampert. He wondered what he wanted to talk about...

Yrie
September 27th, 2008, 1:21 PM
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N e w D a y !
Tuesday, July 17th

Okay, I’ve put this off too long. At this moment a new day begins, all interaction from the previous day must end, though the characters may meet up again during the course of the day. Here’s what’s happening today.

-Whew! Physicals are over for six months. That’s a good thing for most people.

-A beautiful park-like structure is being constructed inside a glass dome with a ceiling that mimics the sky of the outside world is being built. It will include a large pool made to look like a pond, real plants, artificial bird pokemon that fly across the ceiling every few minutes, the sound of running water and birdsong in the background, and benches and seating. Its designed to be a place for the hybrids to hang out.

-The mysterious experiment in the basement continues, steam can occasionally be seen seeping under the very small crack beneath the door, meanwhile, scientists in white masks covering their entire face with slits for their eyes and mouth exit the basement on a regular basis, though they move about discreetly and return to the basement within several minutes. There are some screams coming from the basement as well.

-A male tyranitar hybrid named Rowan has recently been bullying anyone smaller or weaker than him, which is almost everybody. He has a group of friends who follow his lead, and due to his reputation, many hybrids do exactly what they want, people have battled him before, only to be taken out of the arena in such bad condition that they must be admitted into the hospital wing of the laboratory for a minimum of around four days. No one dares to challenge or oppose him these days, but he’s always there, waiting for someone else to come and battle him just so that he can defeat them with his sheer strength.

FinalMaster
September 27th, 2008, 4:28 PM
Maverick was starving, and it showed. He quickly grabbed his food, sat down and started eating. While eating, he listened to what the others had to say. Jasper was the first to speak. “So you know, I'm with you.” he hissed quietly, “But the basement...that's not smart.” he gave a single shake of his head. “They - the scientists - must know 'bout these rumors that been flying 'round, impossible for them not to... I 'pect this might be a test or something, but even if it's not, they'll be 'specting somebody to try and break out, so if we do go, we gotta disable the cameras...” he paused, thinking. “Kite, or the Pikachu hybrid might be able to do that, but I dunno.” Ahh… that’s what the discussion started from… Ashley must have wanted to explore the basement… Maverick'sthoughts were interrupted when Ashley replied at the same volume, “I understand that, Jasper..... I really do. But I feel that we have no choice but to explore the basement.” She paused.

“I know that going into the basement is risky, but we have to consider what may happen if we don't. By what has happened to Mav and some others, I think it's safe to say that there's some kind of experiment going on in the basement that they don't want us to know about. Another thought that I had is that maybe the extra physical is a way for them to see which hybrids are the most valuable. Maybe they think that keeping so many of us around is a waste of resources or even dangerous.” Maverick shuddered at the thought of his defeat. “Plus, the scientists seem to be more cautious around us than they used to. What happens when they consider us too dangerous to keep around? Yes, we could try escape the laboratory without going into the basement, but I hate to leave anyone trapped down there and besides, we need to know what they're up to. Ignorance may be bliss anywhere else but here it can kill.” Maverick thought, and understood.

Ashley took a long drink of water and a bite of apple. “Aiden- the Pikachu hybrid- believes that we can simply storm the basement, blasting at any human that we see, but I can see that we both think that handling it in that way is naive and foolish. The scientists made us this way, didn't they? They should know how to keep us under control..... So if we do indeed go into the basement, we need to be extremely careful. Jasper, will you go with me to talk to Aiden? Perhaps together we can convince him that caution is the better way. I also have something that belongs to him that I need to return.” She turned to Maverick and added onto her statement, “You can come, too, if you want. I'll explain anything you don't understand later.

Maverick was happy to oblige, but said, “Maybe tomorrow… I’m real tired at the moment…” He left for his room, not giving Ashley a chance to reply. The next morning, he was about to find Ashley, but then remembered what he said to Jiro, that Smeargle hybrid. He hurried to the battle arena, hoping that he hadn’t slept in. On his way, he saw what appeared to be steam rising from the basement, and heard a scream. I can't believe I'm gonna go down there... He ran as fast as he could, trying to put the thought out of his head.

At last he reached the training arena, and he immediately began looking for Jiro. He found him, and said, “good, there you are. ” He paused, to wait for a response.


OOC: I'm not that good at writing foods down, so I didn't.

Jaydin Knight
September 27th, 2008, 4:30 PM
Jasper was watching the kid when Ashley replied. The kid didn't seem too intelligent, which was mostly why Jasper wasn't very suspicious of him. But what if the kid told on them? He chewed his lip. "I understand that, Jasper..... I really do. But I feel that we have no choice but to explore the basement." Ashley said softly, pausing.

"I know that going into the basement is risky, but we have to consider what may happen if we don't. By what has happened to Mav and some others, I think it's safe to say that there's some kind of experiment going on in the basement that they don't want us to know about. Another thought that I had is that maybe the extra physical is a way for them to see which hybrids are the most valuable. Maybe they think that keeping so many of us around is a waste of resources or even dangerous." She scanned the room looking for anyone who looked suspicious. Satisfied, she continued, " Plus, the scientists seem to be more cautious around us than they used to. What happens when they consider us too dangerous to keep around? Yes, we could try escape the laboratory without going into the basement, but I hate to leave anyone trapped down there and besides, we need to know what they're up to. Ignorance may be bliss anywhere else but here it can kill."

She took a long drink of water and a bite of apple. "Aiden- the Pikachu hybrid- believes that we can simply storm the basement, blasting at any human that we see, but I can see that we both think that handling it in that way is naive and foolish. The scientists made us this way, didn't they? They should know how to keep us under control..... So if we do indeed go into the basement, we need to be extremely carful. Jasper, will you go with me to talk to Aiden? Perhaps together we can convince him that caution is the better way. I also have something that belongs to him that I need to return." Jasper thought for a moment, thinking best how to phrase his words, but the Flareon hybrid turned to the kid.

"You can come, too, if you want. I'll explain anything you don't understand later." She murmured gently. Jasper smirked. Even Ashley appeared to understand the limits of the kid's intelligence.

"Actually," he said, looking away for a moment. "I 'gree with you, course, we've got to do something, but if this hybrid - Aiden, you said? - is naive and foolish like you say, I don't want him with us. He's like to get us captured, killed or worse if he's an idiot. Maybe we can include him in getting out for good, but for a peek...Naw, small numbers'll probably get us further. You can talk to him if you want, but..." He stood, his tray emptied. "'nyways, I'm going to get to my room. Curfew's soon, and whatnot. Seeya, Ashley...ki-" he started to say, then stopped. "Mav." If he was going to have to trust the kid with his life, then Jasper supposed he should call him by his name. With that, Jasper put his tray away and slunk back to his room.

He stripped to a long t-shirt and his boxers, before flopping onto his bed. His tattoos illuminated the dark room and as always, Jasper felt the deep longing to be under the night sky begin. It was a sad fact, but Jasper - despite being part Umbreon, the 'Moonlight Pokemon' - could not remember ever seeing the moon. He reckoned he'd seen it long ago, when he was human, but the memories were fuzzy and faint...and most of them he didn't even want to remember.

With a deep inner feeling of melancholy, Jasper slowly drifted off to sleep. In the morning, he woke up with a start, his heart pounding wildly inexplainably. Jasper reflected back on last night's conversation as he dressed in his ripped jeans (with a tear in the back for his tail) and a plain black t-shirt. Ashley was right. They had to do something about the basement - and they absolutely had to get out of the lab at all costs. Still, at the same time, he really didn't want to be forced to trust some naive nobody he didn't even know...

Soon, Jasper was finished. The Umbreon hybrid walked almost silently to the cafeteria, getting in line for pancakes. He listened to the loud buzz of the cafeteria, strangely at piece. The big news today was about the glass dome, and -for once- Jasper was just as excited as the rest of them. If it played the sky on the ceiling, maybe he could see the moon! Adrenaline rushed through his veins. He gave a wide smile, taking a particularly large helping of pancakes. There were only a few teeny pancakes left now, but Jasper figured that would be replaced in a few minutes anyway.

"Hey, kid!" A thundering voice from behind him growled at Jasper's back. A growl started in Jasper's throat and he whirled around, eyes flashing in surprise as he took in the 6"5 tall frame and over 300 pounds of the hybrid. Instantly, Jasper knew exactly who this was - Rowen the Tyranitar hybrid. The green-scaled body and ferocious looking face only confirmed it. "Gimme your breakfast and scram, kid!" the hybrid snarled. Perhaps if Jasper was less...stubborn, but as it was, Jasper wasn't going to back away. He put down his tray, assuming a stance, and very much aware of how the majority of the hybrids were watching them.

"No." Jasper held his head high defiantly. "I don't think I will." he snarled, a steady growl emerging from his throat. Rowen's growl, however, was louder and more feral. At seventeen inches taller than the smaller hybrid, he was far bigger and stronger than Jasper, but Jasper hoped he was more...intelligent. (Though, he mused silently, if he was truly smart, then maybe he should scram...But nah, if he did, everyone would dismiss him as a weakling and try to walk all over him...) There was a sharp flash of movement - Jasper was startled Rowen, the big lump he was - could move so fast and he tried - he really tried- to get out of the way - but Jasper was too late.

It was Bruce, a powerful Garchomp hybrid, one of Rowen's thugs. He had hoisted Jasper upsidedown by his tail. Crying out in pain, the Umbreon hybrid tried to curl his body upward and bite the arm that held him, but it was no easy feat and Jasper was unsuccessful. He swung in the air as Bruce and the gang moved away from the immediate cafeteria area, following by a large crowd that watched, cheering with bloodlust.

"You're gonna pay." snarled Rowen, glaring fiercely at Jasper. He tried to keep the fear from his face, but it was hard. Aside from Bruce, Jasper was surrounded by Damon, a Blaziken hybrid a few inches shorter than Rowen, and Sarge, a Salamance hybrid about Rowen's height. All of them were over twelve inches taller than Jasper, and he was plainly terrified, but he wasn't going down without a fight. He put his paws together, a purple swirling ball appearing between them as blows rained down on his body. They were mostly punches, which hurt, but at least Rowen wasn't using any moves yet...Jasper released his Dark Pulse on Bruce and the Garchomp hybrid gave a ferocious howl, dropping Jasper. He twisted in the air, landing on the balls of his feet with a feline-like quality.

He panted, dizzy from being upside-down, his torso was hurting like crazy. Bruce was rubbing his side, and Jasper watched Rowen with a fixed horror as Rowen's claws glowed a bright blue and slashed deep into Jasper's side, ripping his shirt, into his skin - blood was everywhere, it seemed, and Jasper heard himself screaming, through all the pain. His tattoos shining bright and hard, Jasper lashed out with his claws, trying to cut all his foes out of his way. Shuddering, he got to his feet briefly - swaying - and used iron tail on Damon's head, knocking out the Blaziken hybrid who was already bleeding freely on the chest from Jasper's claws. Again, Jasper used Dark Pulse, but his power was dwindling - Jasper was very close to defeat. He used endure as repeatedly after that, but the dragon claws and crunches rained down on him and he passed out. Jasper's tattoos were a plain yellow, not glowing at all, his shirt was torn to shreds, and Jasper was bleeding severely from long gashes across his stomach, abdomen and shoulders.

Lusankya
September 27th, 2008, 5:49 PM
Kite glanced over his shoulder, still with that disturbing grin on his face. None of the other hybrids had decided to follow him. Fine, he hadn't expected them to, and actually preferred it this way. He watched as the bird-hybrid spew out a chunk of material far bigger than the little drop of Jasper's acid, sizzling and smoking as it touched the floor. "You'd do well to watch your manners, kid. What are you? Like 12? I could step on you," the tall boy claimed. "Anything you can do... I can do better..." And he proceeded to let loose with a full-blown whirlwind attack. Even though Kite was on the other side of the attack, he still felt the wind blow around him.

His grin grew even larger. This was the stuff that made life worth living.


"Seems I'm not wanted. Later," the bird-hybrid called, as he stormed down the hallway opposite the way Kite was moving. Jasper, meanwhile, had struggled back to his feet. "Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic," he scoffed.

“Wow! That was pretty sudden. Don’t you agree?” Kite heard the voice of Maverick comment.

"You guys sure know how to stir things up around here! I know that Marcus was clearly at fault as well, but you know as well as I do that he didn't mean the first whirlwind. If we start fighting among ourselves, what will happen to us if the scientists decide to destroy us? Not one hybrid has managed to escape yet acting alone. I won't tell you how to act or how to live, but if you start a fight with another hybrid, I will stop it. Other than that we should have no problems." That would be Ashley. Nice little girl, she was. Not much of a pushover, but not overly strong in will either. At least, that's what Kite thought of her. "To answer your earlier question, I'm not exactly sure what's going on. You know as well as I do that the scientists can't be trusted, and their behavior and the weird occurrences lately make me more sure of that than ever. Whatever the case, I plan on exploring the basement since it seems to be to root of everything. You can either join my group, explore the basement yourself, or just stay out of it all. I won't tell you what to do. You just need to be aware that someday soon this place will probably become a pandemonium.

By this time, Kite had rounded the corner of the hallway, and all he could hear were the dying echoes of Ashley's voice.

Heading back to the cafeteria, his grin faded away as he returned the daily monotony of life within the complex. Eating his dinner of ravioli and a side of some melon, he glanced around the cafeteria. Ashley, Jaydin, and Maverick were sitting in a relatively secluded corner of the cafeteria, talking in hushed tones. Kite could easily guess what they were talking about: Barging into the basement again. Well, if they needed an extra hand, Kite could use some extra excitement in his life. Investigating the basement didn't seem quite as dangerous to him as trying to escape: After all, the scientists basically let the entire complex know that they were doing something in there. If they really wanted to the hybrids not to know about it, then they could very easily conduct the experiment somewhere else.

Finishing his dinner, he headed back to his dorm room. Those chains were rather heavy, but Kite decided to start wearing them on a daily basis. It'd help build up muscle strength. Taking off his jumpsuit, he showered, then checked himself in the mirror. All across his body ran the gray-white scars. He touched one on his back, and a tingle seemed to shiver through his body. Those scars were not the result of being a hybrid, as one might assume, but rather of an abusive father adept with a whip and living in a home with an excessive number of knives. If anyone thought Kite was overly introverted, well, he had good reason to be.

The next morning, Kite threw on the same jumpsuit he was wearing yesterday, but decided to leave his hat in his room. Walking out into the cafeteria, he grabbed his breakfast of eggs and waffles and sat down at an empty table. It was still quite early in the day, so there weren't many people. After he was done eating, he checked a bulletin board on one of the walls that held the daily news.

Hmph. Apparently, the scientists were building a dome with a park inside, complete with grass, trees, a bond, fake Pokemon, and a fake sky. Even though Kite had little interest in such things, he decided to check it out later anyways. It was new, and Kite liked new things.

"Hey, kid!" a voice boomed behind Kite. He turned around. The source was Rowen, another one of the many bullies here. Kite scratched his chin. For the most part, Rowen tended to avoid Kite, perhaps of his extreme creepiness. Although, Rowen had decided to pick on Kite that one time in the battle arena. Kite continued to scratch his chin in reminiscence. While he certainly hadn't come out on top that fight (something that still sorely ached within him to this day), he had at least shown Rowen that he wasn't an easy kill, and Rowen continued to disturb Kite little to this day, although a good part of that was because Kite tended to stay out of his way. His pride hated to admit it, but Rowen was stronger than he was, and he was better off without him.

So who was Rowen speaking to? Kite looked at the direction Rowen was facing. There was Jasper, the Umbreon-hybrid from last night.

"Gimme your breakfast and scram, kid!" Rowen continued. Jasper, stubborn as he was, put his tray down and assumed a combat stance. Kite shook his head. Prudence dictated caution. Caution meant not rushing into a fight one couldn't hope to win. Not only was there Rowen, but he had brought his gang as well. Most likely, not a single hybrid in the complex could take on all of them simultaneously and come out on top.

"No, I don't think I will," Jasper replied defiantly, his head held foolishly high.

A Garchomp-hybrid hoisted Jasper up by his tail, and they and a large crowd moved outside the cafeteria. Kite did not follow until much later, when the fight was over. As expected, Jasper was lying unconcious on the floor, shirt torn, and lots of bloody gashes all over. Kite wondered idly if some of those would develop into scars.

Like he had done with the Smeargle-hybrid the day before, Kite gave Jasper a small electric shock, enough to wake him. Looking down at him from a standing position, Kite said to Jasper, "You shouldn't pick fights you can't win."

Kansas
September 27th, 2008, 6:15 PM
The other hybrids definitely seemed to be keeping some sort of secret between them, and Marcus was most definitely not involved. He was somewhat used to the seclusion since most hybrids keep to themselves but it was alright with that fact. Marcus awoke in his dorm the next morning after a disgruntled night which ended with him getting frustrated and locking himself in his room for the night. Sometimes he cursed the size of his wings and the fact that it felt like that sometimes had a mind of their own, and reacted with his emotions. He lay in bed for a while as the morning crept up on him, muttering to himself, still a bit hurt about his greeting, although he was at fault as well.

"Stupid wings... stupid kid...whatever, its pancake day." Marcus said to himself, finally sitting upright and clenching a fist in excitement as he hopped out of bed, once again turning sideways to fit his wings through the door. If there was one thing Marcus could always count on to calm his nerves, it was food. It pranced happily down the hall, the odor of pancakes and syrup filling his nostrils with delight. He began fluttering through the halls as his wings expressed his cheerful mood, taking large leaps and landing softly. He bounded through the cafeteria door, taking flight for a second before landing swiftly to look at who else was up this early. Upon scanning the room, he quickly noticed a small skirmish in line for pancakes. He normally would have ignored it but for two reasons this situation was different. They were right in the way of the pancake line, and upon further inspection, Marcus found the morph on the receiving end of a large beating to be the same kid who had snapped at him yesterday. Marcus stood with arms crossed, watching the boy get beaten by Rowen, a small grin of guilty satisfaction spread across Marcus' face for a moment but was quickly wiped away by morals.

"He may be a punk.... but 2 on 1 isn't fair... He thought to himself, letting out an audible sigh of frustration, showing he knew that he had to do the right thing... whether he wanted to or not. Marcus didn't really have to worry about getting picked on at the lab because he was a fairly tall kid and being one of the oldest there, Marcus he knew that Rowen and his gang wouldn't pick on him, and butting in would definitely put him in a position he didn't want to be in. But at the same time, he couldn't stand for someone getting picked on like that. The thoughts tormented his mind until finally, he just let his body act.

"Come onnnn Agility!" the words echoed through his mind as he concentrated, summoning the speed increasing ability. His eyes suddenly widened with enlightenment as Marc's body could be seen tense up. He narrowed his pupils at the brawl as the Smeargle hybrid gave him a shock, attempting to wake him up. Marcus quickly darted from his position at incredible speed, appearing between Rowen and the punk kid he despised so much.

"Get him to the hospital wing...and cover your head" Marcus said over his shoulder to the Smeargle that he had never gotten the name of. "Rowen... why pick on this kid? He's not even worth it, he's pint sized." Marcus said, attempting to divert a situation that was inevitably going to get violent again.

"But out, fly boy. This isn't any of your business" Rowen snarled through fanged teeth.

Marcus stood with his head craned upwards, attempting to look Rowen in the eyes. This was definitely a fight he wasn't going to win.

"I...can't but out. He's just a kid, yo..." Marcus said in a low voice whining tone.

"So what're you gonna do about it then. And you may wanna think about that answer before you say it..." Rowen sneered, leaning down to Marcus' eye level with his thugs behind him snickering quietly.

"I...I..." Marcus began to say but quickly reared his head back, spitting into Rowen's eyes. It sizzled and burned as he reared back crying in pain. Marcus quickly leaped back to a safe distance, letting his wings spread far once against showing their full length.

"I'll have to thank the kid... since Mirror Move can only use the last attack I saw someone use, i got to keep his little loogie move..." He thought thankfully, hoping the kid at least got away, not making Marcus' inevitable beating in vein. Marcus quickly began flapping his wings with huge thrusts as he lifted into the air, creating a whirlwind around the group in attempt to just blow them away. Winds whipped around the cafeteria as Marcus flapped with his might, knocking his thugs off their feet, but Rowen stood strong, flexing his rock type might and not budging an inch. He finally wiped the green goo from his eyes, looking up through eyes clouded with malice. His anger finally erupted into the purest form of hatred and anger a Pokemon could produce, Dark Pulse. The attack gave little time to dodge as Marcus quickly stopped flapping and tucked into a ball, covering himself with his wings in attempt to defend against the blast of dark energy. He fell from the air hard, crashing through a table and sliding across the cafeteria. He couldn't say he didn't know this was going to happen, but he kind of hoped it wouldn't. All he could do is pray that by the time Rowen was done with him, he still had wings...

"Ya....that hurt...."

Gumshoe Satyr
September 27th, 2008, 9:54 PM
After Jasper and Mav went their separate ways, Ashley sat at the table for some time, thinking about the seemingly impossible task ahead. Jasper wants to leave Aiden out of the basement thing, but I don't think he will. He told me that he was going whether I was or not. She rubbed her temples in frustration and sighed. Why does everyone have to make things so difficult? "Hey kid! It's curfew time so get outta here," a guy from the kitchen staff yelled at her from the doorway of the kitchen, waving a spoon in his hand. "Oops! Sorry I forgot," she called back, quickly standing up and walking back toward her room. Changing her mind, she detoured to the basement door and stood there, listening and planning a strategy. A gust of air blew from under the door, causing Ashley to retreat from the steam that followed. Hearing a scream, she crept back up to the door and slowly reached out to open the door, her hand trembling. When her hand had almost touched the doornob, she realized what she was doing and jerked her hand back. Hurrying to the dormatory, she chided herself for being so foolish. What was I thinking? I probably wouldn't last two minutes down there without any help. Well, now I know for sure that there are people down there that need help. Taking a quick shower in a stall especially made for fire types that used some strange liquid that didn't extinguish fires, she went to her room, changed her clothes and tumbled into her bed.

The next morning, after dressing, she hurried down to the dining area for breakfast because she overslept a bit. Stopping in her tracks, she heard a huge commotion coming from the cafeteria. What now? Ever time I turn around something happens around here.... Breaking into a run, she gasped when she saw Jasper on the ground bleeding badly and Marcus lying on the ground several feet away with his wings covering his head. Rowan, that bully!! I have to stop this! I just have to! She glared at the tyranitar hybrid as he menacingly walked toward the Pigeot hybrid, not even caring if he didn't fight back. Feeling her Flareon side almost entirely taking over, she used Quick Attack to get close to Rowan and his gang. She snarled at the bully, pinning her ears flat on her head, and raising her body temperature several degrees as she prepared to defend herself. The air around her shimmered like on a hot summer day and flames danced across her dark eyes. Remembering her type disadvantage and noticing how much bigger Rowan was than her almost made her back down, but she knew that she'd never forgive herself if she did. Man... the guys gotta be at least fourteen inches taller than me!Maybe if I give Marcus some breathing room, we can beat them together. It'd be nice if Kite helped but Mister Attitude looks like he has other ideas. Could sure use Mav's water attacks.... "Rowan!" she shouted, a fierce growl in her voice. "Leave them alone!" Glancing at her, Rowan scoffed and laughed, "Stay outta this foxy. Look boys, the little fire fox thinks she's gonna stop us." He, Bruce, and Sarge all laughed at her with bystanders nervously joining in, making her glare at them even more with increasing anger, indignance, and disgust.

Turning his back on her and walking closer to Marcus, she let loose a flame thrower that she knew probably wouldn't hurt him much, but she needed to get his attention away from Marcus. The Flame Thrower hit him with full force, nearly knocking him off his feet. If he'd weighed any less, he probably would've been thrown to the ground. "That's it!" he snarled angily, "I was gonna let you off 'cause you're a girl but nobody attacks Rowan without gettin' a poundin'" He stalked toward Ashley, smiling with sinister pleasure. Ok.... Let's see how smart these jokers are... Double Team! Shining with a white glow, she five clones materilized around her in a semi-circle. She had to stop herself from looking at the clones in surprise because five was a new personal best for her. At first, Bruce and Sarge gaped at the illustions, unable to decide who to attack, but Rowan jerked them into action with, "Come on you idiots! Hit one of them!" With Sarge attacking a clone on the right with Dragon Breath, Bruce charged at the one on the far left with a Dragon Claw but both stopped, confused, when they disappeared. Whew... Bruce almost hit me! Taking advantage of the hesitation, she scored a knockout on Bruce with an Iron Tail to the skull. Using Quick Attack to give herself some more room and to dodge any oncoming attack, she stopped several feet away from where she was, her feet sliding on the floor.

Before she could make another move, huge, strong hands clamped around her from behind, lifting her into the air. I guess one of Rowan’s goons was late for breakfast. She kicked and clawed at the Rhydon hybrid, but he only laughed and squeezed harder, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. Smoke poured from her mouth and nose as she struggled or at least that’s what she thought it was. What a minute… That’s not smoke… It’s smog. How could I have forgotten? She smiled grimly as the purple gas gave her an idea. Not like it can stop all of them but here I go… Taking as deep a breath as she could with the suffocating grip around her, she aimed a Smog attack toward the advancing Rowan and Sarge. Although Rowan simply coughed and backed away, waiting for the air to clear, but Sarge fell to the ground, poisoned. Lucky, I guess… The arms gripped even harder around her middle until she expected to feel her ribs breaking at any moment. Unable to breath anymore, spots swirled around in Ashley’s vision and the room began to spin. Well...it...was…a good… fight while… it… lasted.

FinalMaster
September 27th, 2008, 10:48 PM
Maverick was waiting for a response from Jiro when he heard a deep, gruff voice. “I was gonna let you off 'cause you're a girl but nobody attacks Rowan without gettin' a poundin’.” Oh, no. This is not good. The only girl I really know is Ashley… Turning to Jiro, he said, “I’ll be back later. I’ve gotta see what’s goin’ on.” With that, he ran towards the location of the sound, which turned out to be the Cafeteria. When Maverick finally got there, he saw what appeared to be a huge fight. That Pidgeot is down, Jasper is down, and Ashley is going down. He thought of some ways to help things out. If I use surf, I’ll get Ashley as well… Ah ha! Ice beam! With that, he walked onto the scene, frowning.

“Oh, look, it’s a little fishy!” taunted Rowan. Turning towards the Rhydon hybrid with Ashley in its grip, Maverick launched an Ice beam at it. Dead on! The Rhydon hybrid froze solid. “Oh, no! The fishy froze him!” Rowan mocked. “Listen, no one messes with us. Now prepare to take a pounding!” Maverick’s instincts took over, and immediately he let the giant wave of destruction known as surf do its job. However, Rowan continued to taunt Maverick. “It takes more than one puny drop of water to get me down, punk!” At that moment, Maverick’s fury was so powerful, Maverick ended up using the mystery move that he used during the training session. Unfortunately, it was exhausting to use, so he dropped to the floor. “My eyes! My EYES! Get him!” shouted Rowan, angrily.

This was just the moment the Rhydon hybrid thawed out, as it happened. Bruce, the Garchomp hybrid, made his move quickly with dragon claw, and ripped through Maverick’s shirt and skin. He bled like crazy, and fell unconscious. His last thought was, So, this it. I go down against a Garchomp, something I could defeat with Ice beam… Then everything went black.

Lusankya
September 28th, 2008, 5:26 AM
More commotion drew Kite's attention. That bird-brained hybrid from yesterday was now challenging Rowan. Kite snorted. People...

"Rowen... why pick on this kid? He's not even worth it, he's pint sized," the bird-hybrid argued.

"But out, fly boy. This isn't any of your business," Rowan snarled back.

Kite could see where this was going. "Fly-boy" was going to get the beating of his life.

"I...can't but out. He's just a kid, yo..." the bird-hybrid whined quietly in a low tone.

You're not going to help anyone, Kite thought viciously. You're only going to get yourself beat up and make a mad hybrid even more mad.

"So what're you gonna do about it then? And you may wanna think about that answer before you say it..." Rowan sneered, bending down to glare at the bird-hybrid in the eyes.

"I... I..." the smaller hybrid stammered out. Then, abruptly, he drew back and spit in Rowan's eyes. The same attack from yesterday with the acid saliva. Ouch, Kite thought, both for Rowan and the beating the winged one was about to get. He then proceeded to lift up and flap his wings at Rowan, sending a futile gust of air at the Tyranitar-hybrid. Rowan, not missing a step, simply wiped the goop off his eyes and let loose with the Dark Pulse, sending the bird-hybrid flying, crashing through cafeteria tables to land on the side of the room.

"Leave them alone!

Again? Kite groaned inwardly. That voice had only one owner. He glanced back at Rowan to have his hypothesis confirmed. Yep, Ashley, the kind, empathetic flaming fox o' doom, was now challenging Rowan as well. What is she thinking? Kite wondered. Her type disadvantage meant that she was one of the worst people to call on in this fight. Similar, he reminded himself, to his own. Neither electricity or fire was effective against the rock and ground-types that Rowan's gang was made of. Although, because they were hybrids, and not full-blown Pokemon, electric attacks were at least slightly effective against even rock-type hybrids. The human heart goes into cardiac arrest with a mere seven amps to charge applied to it, something Kite could generate a dozen times over. He might be able to badly hurt even a rock-type, because humans were simply so vulnerable to electricity, seeing as how their entire nervous system depended on it.


"Stay outta this foxy. Look boys, the little fire fox thinks she's gonna stop us."

Not missing a beat, Ashley blew out a column of fire at Rowan, who was almost blown off his feet, and probably would have had been, if he had been any lighter. He said something about Ashley being a girl, then stormed towards her, smiling sinisterly. She set up a Double Team, leaving Rowan's goons standing there clueless. Not very smart, are they?

"Come on you idiots! Hit one of them!"

Well, it was a good try, Kite thought, as the clones quickly vanished. But not futile, as Ashley did manage to hit Bruce with a Iron Tail, scoring a knockout. Very good! If she managed to get another one, then Kite might just decided the chances would be good enough to join in.

Someone else gripped Ashley from behind; Kite couldn't tell because of the angle, Ashley's body was blocking the view. Smoke poured from her face while she struggled, but then suddenly she aimed the smoke at an approaching Rowan and Sarge. Rowan back off, coughing, but Sarge fell to the ground. Wait, that's not smoke, that's smog!

“Oh, look, it’s a little fishy!” Rowan taunted. Kite let out a teeny tiny groan. Maverick was standing there, and launched an ice beam at the hybrid holding Ashley, freezing him solid. Ashley dropped to the ground, coughing and gasping for air, and Kite saw it was a Rhydon-hybrid. “Oh, no! The fishy froze him!” Rowan mocked. “Listen, no one messes with us. Now prepare to take a pounding!”

Maverick summoned a huge wave of water that crashed upon Rowan. You'd think the water move would do more damaged, but Rowan seemed unfazed. “It takes more than one puny drop of water to get me down, punk!” Maverick, not missing a beat, shot out a stream of what appeared to be mud at Rowan's eyes. “My eyes! My EYES! Get him!”

The Rhydon thawed out, and Bruce had woken back up as well. He slashed at Maverick using Dragon Claw, causing Maverick to bleed profusely from several long cuts along his body. Bruce glanced around stupidly. "Hey, it's da freak!" he called out, pointing a finger at Kite.

Hmph. I didn't even know he could talk...

The Rhydon hybrid nodded and opened his mouth stupidly in agreement. Rowan, meanwhile, was still busy trying to clear out his eyes. A combination of mud and acid meant a trip to the eye doctor for most people. "What? What freak?" Apparantly, he was still blinded.

"Let's get 'im!" Bruce called out again, oblivious. Oh great...

Rowan's other goons glanced back at Rowan, too unsure of themselves to do anything without their master's command. That might have meant Kite would only have the Garchomp-hybrid to deal with, but no, the Rhydon-hybrid decided to charge down Kite as well, attacking with a Fury Attack. Kite jumped onto a table and unraveled his chains. Bruce jumped in and attempted to hit him with Dragon Claw, but Kite ducked to avoid it. Unfortunantly, Bruce had two hands, and the other one caught him across the chest. But it caught on one of his chains, which apparantly were heavy-duty enough to withstand a dragon claw. Chains wrapped themselves around Bruce's arms and legs. Kite bled from several large gashes on his chest.

Kite looked up back up at Bruce and stared him in the eyes. Then, he smiled, probably one of his most demented grins ever.

Bruce stared back at him stupidly, confused. "Don't it 'urt?" he asked, looking at the gashes.

"Some people drown in pain," Kite rasped. "I just swim in it." And with that, he let loose with all the charge he had stored in his body. Thousands of volts, enough to kill a human twenty times over, flowed down the lengths of chain and into Bruce's body. Kite felt Bruce's muscles seize. His clothes caught on fire, and his hair and skin began to smoke. His eyes rolled back into his head. After five more seconds of this, Kite unwrapped his chains and let Bruce fall to the ground with a heavy thud. Because he was a ground type, the shock merely knocked him out, although he did have plenty of burns.

Meanwhile, Rowan had finished clearing his eyes. He glared at Kite, almost at eye level despite the fact that Kite was standing on a table. "That's it, freak, you're going down!"

"Hey! Stop this fighting right now, or I'll tear off your arms and consume them for my sustenance!"

Kite looked up at the door of the cafeteria, where the voice was coming from. His body relaxed. It was the janitor.

"You have any idea how much work I have to go through now to clean up this mess?" the old human roared at Rowan. It was comical, really, seeing the gigantic Tyranitar-hybrid as timid as a kitten before the short, old human. But everyone feared and respected The Janitor, not only because he had the authority of the scientists on his side, but also because, despite his physical size not being imposing in the slightest, he was somehow still immensely huge.

"I... I..."

"You want to fight, then take it to the arena! There's robots there to clean this **** up! Now get out of here before I have your faces melted off your skulls!"

Rowan gave one last, long, hatred-filled glare at Kite, who simply smiled back at him. Even Rowan knew better than to mess with the authority within the complex. Since the scientists didn't do much interaction with the hybrids, they basically listened to whatever the people who had to said. The Janitor really could have them all thrown into a cell and locked up for a year. Kite hopped down from the table and glanced around at the several unconcious bodies. While The Janitor continued to rant about the mess, Kite walked over to the intercom and called the medics.

Jaydin Knight
September 28th, 2008, 6:28 AM
Jasper sneezed after he awoke, looking through half-closed eyes. It seemed to him as though the world had turned red, and in in his confused, light headed state, he didn't realize blood from a cut on his forehead was running in his eyes.

"Rowan... why pick on this kid? He's not even worth it, he's pint sized,"

Voices? With a shudder, he propped himself up on his arms, breathing shallowly. He glanced at Kite- why was the older hybrid...here? Oh, he realized suddenly, the fight stop- but no, there was the idiot...

"But out, fly boy. This isn't any of your business," snarled a voice Jasper identified as Rowan's. Jasper gave a little growl, trying to get to his feet. It was a feeble attempt and he fell on his back.

"Idiot..." Jasper thought he was saying it loudly, but it was actually only a mumble. "You're only making it worse."

"I...can't but out. He's just a kid, yo..." Idiot whined. Jasper's lips twisted in a sneer. It didn't matter if Idiot was trying to help him - darn it, he hadn't asked for anyone's help and the bullies probably would have walked off by now if Idiot hadn't stepped it.

"So what're you gonna do about it then? And you may wanna think about that answer before you say it..." Rowan sneered, bending down to glare at the bird-hybrid in the eyes.

"I... I..." the smaller hybrid stammered out. Then, abruptly, he drew back and spit in Rowan's eyes. Jasper glared at Idiot - did he have to make everything worse? It was almost guaranteed now that Jasper would get a beating from them later, in some isolated corner where the other hybrids wouldn't notice. It wasn't as though he - Jasper - had any friends.

"Leave them alone!" Oh, great! Jasper thought sarcastically. Now Ashley would see how pathetic he was and Jasper hated feeling pathetic.

"Stay outta this foxy. Look boys, the little fire fox thinks she's gonna stop us." Jasper couldn't see much. His arms were shaking too much for him to prop himself up and the multiple dragon claws he had taken to the chest were bleeding severely. Jasper gave a little snort. If anything, Rowan's comment would just pep up the Flareon hybrid. Ashley did something - Jasper couldn't see it - but from the way he felt the heat on his face, it was probably fire related.

"That's it!" Rowan snarled angily, "I was gonna let you off 'cause you're a girl but nobody attacks Rowan without gettin' a poundin'!"

There was a thud of feet. “Oh, look, it’s a little fishy!” Fishy? Jasper tried to remember which hybrids were part fish pokemon, but he couldn't. Inhaling a deep breath and coughing, Jasper closed his eyes, trying to rely on his keen ears and nose. “It takes more than one puny drop of water to get me down, punk!” A hiss of liquid, Jasper could hear, and then...“My eyes! My EYES! Get him!” The fish-hybrid must've done something. But really, Jasper wished they would all go away. All his 'rescuers' were just making it worse.

"Hey, it's da freak!" Bruce called out stupidly, something beside him got up. Oh, Kite...They must be talking to Kite. Jasper wiped the red liquid from his eyes and weakly propped himself up again, breathing shallowly. Yes, it was Kite.

"What? What freak?" Rowan couldn't see apparantly. Jasper snorted. Figures.

"D'nt fih't, Ki'e." Jasper mumbled unintelligbly, still not fully coherent. "''m jest g'nna g't be'tin lata..." Bruce attacked with a Dragon Claw, missing Kite on the first try, but getting him on the second. Kite, however, didn't scream a bit - instead smiling maniacly.

Bruce stared back at him stupidly, confused. "Don't it 'urt?" he asked, looking at the gashes.

"Some people drown in pain," Kite rasped. "I just swim in it." And with that, he let loose a ton of electricity, overwhelming Bruce's brutal senses. The Garchomp hybrid collasped. Meanwhile, Rowan had finished clearing his eyes. He glared at Kite, almost at eye level despite the fact that Kite was standing on a table.

"That's it, freak, you're going down!" A loud thud...

"Hey! Stop this fighting right now, or I'll tear off your arms and consume them for my sustenance!" Hmm? Jasper shook his head, trying to clear it. The janitor? He was a full human. Why would they stop for him?

"I... I..."

"You want to fight, then take it to the arena! There's robots there to clean this **** up! Now get out of here before I have your faces melted off your skulls!" While the janitor ranted and raved, Jasper lost himself to the darkness again.

Kansas
September 28th, 2008, 8:37 AM
Marcus moaned from the dull pain on his whole body, laying sprawled out on the floor. He let his his wings flop on the ground, and looked passed his feet to see the Tyranitar morph stomping towards him.

"Well...I'll at least go down fighting, I've got a few more attacks up my sleeve..." Marcus groaned to himself as he began to struggle back to his feet. Before he could even get on one leg, Ashley slid quickly into the fray, showcasing her own talents. She was incredibly quick as the the heat emanating from her body distorted the air around her.

"Whats she going to do by herself? Could she really get rid of him?" Marcus questioned silently but the answer was made obviously clear as the team of thugs handled her mercilessly, leaving her much in the same condition as Marcus. More hybrids entered the cafeteria, recently awaking and coming in for breakfast. The swampert hybrid had put up an exceptional fight but was eventually double teamed, and the kid with the chains had dropped one of the thugs with a massive bolt of electricity. This whole thing was getting out of control but a janitor quickly stopped the whole thing.

"You want to fight, then take it to the arena! There's robots there to clean this **** up! Now get out of here before I have your faces melted off your skulls!"

Marcus was more than overjoyed to hear that janitor's voice as Rowan was forced to back down. Kite had already quickly moved to summon the medics which wasted no time in rushing to the wounded hybrids littered around the cafeteria floor. By this time, Marcus had gotten to his feet and began brushing wood splinters and dust from his shirt. He gave his wings a bird-like shake, fluffing the dust from them. A man in white scrubs jogged up to him.

"Were you injured?"

"Nah, I'll be okay, I just got shook up a bit. You should go to the ones who are bleeding..." Marcus replied kind of sarcastically. What was he supposed to do with breakfast now? Pancake day was officially ruined due to the little scene. What did it matter... it was almost time for his morning training session anyway. He looked on the ground, spotting a plate with half eaten pancakes on them. He leaned over, picking them up and snatching a fork off a nearby table. He took slow bites as he made his way into the training center.

"I hope those others are okay, at least a training session will take my mind off things..."

Yrie
September 28th, 2008, 3:19 PM
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All- Wow, you guy's are really dying out there, aren't you? It almost makes me feel sorry for your characters, for what's happening to them. An effective way to end the fighting, probably temporarily, Lusankya.

Goulerbot-I know your new to roleplaying, but I suggest you try to lengthen your posts. I mean, quality is more important than quantity, but I would like to see longer posts.

Pikalover10- you have been online recently but have not posted in this roleplay for a while. If you don't post soon, then I'm afraid I will have to kick you out of the roleplay. When you'll be gone, you should let me know, its the same if you want to drop out.

Gumshoe Satyr
September 28th, 2008, 6:01 PM
Feeling the Rhydon hybrid suddenly stiffen, Ashley dropped numbly to the floor, not even wincing when her head hit the hard floor. Ohh.... Where am I? After hitting the floor, she began to cough and gasp for air, feeling better with each breath she took. Taking one final deep breath, she almost yelped in pain when there was a sudden intense pain coming from her right side. She began to breath more shallowly which cause the pain to shift to a dull throb and opened her eyes. Seeing Rowan retreating from the cafeteria, she remembered what happened and figured that the fight was over. Noticing Kite climbing down from a table nearby, she wondered if he actually joined the fight. Moving slowly and carefully she managed to roll onto her back and sit up just as a medic walked up to her. Observing Ashley clutching her ribs, he felt along her right side and said, "Well, I don't think you broke them, but I think there is some severe bruising on almost all the ribs on your right side. I'll need to take some x-rays to make sure." Waving her hand toward Jasper and the others that were bleeding, she growled through clenched teeth, "Take care of them! I can get myself to a doctor!" Giving her a look like he didn't believe she could make it, he nodded and moved toward Jasper.

By using a chair for support and stopping each time the pain in her ribs made it difficult for her to breathe, she somehow made it to her feet. Almost falling back down, she stumbled across the room, using tables and chairs to support herself. Leaning against the doorway, she decided to stay for a few minutes and see what would happen. It's probably because I got up so fast after getting injured that I have trouble walking. If I rest for a minute maybe I'll feel well enough in a little while to walk normally. At least Marcus looks like he's alright and Kite is bleeding but doesn't seem too bad. The Pigeot hybrid was eating pancakes from a nearby plate, making her smile as he enjoyed them while he walked toward the exit.

Jasper seems pretty bad though. All that blood. Hope he'll be alright. Mav must've been the one who save me. She winced as she saw a small pool of blood forming around the Swampert hybrid's chest and stomach. Poor guy. She closed her eyes, too sick to her stomach to see anymore. How could Rowan do something like this........

Lusankya
September 28th, 2008, 6:31 PM
Kite surveyed the scene. Everyone who hadn't been injured in the fight had cleared the cafeteria. While a pair of paramedics hauled away Bruce's unconscious (and still smoldering) body, the others were busy working on those who had suffered in the fight. Kite grinned again as he recalled the look on the Garchomp-hybrid's face as 10,000 volts ran through his body. Kite knew that Bruce, at the very least, wouldn't be bothering him again, except maybe under direct orders from Rowan. Come to think of it, Rowan might be out for (more) of his blood now. Then again, maybe not. Rowan was notoriously random in who he chose to pick on.

Ashley had rolled onto her back as a medic approached, feeling her side. "Well, I don't think you broke them," the medic said, Kite assumed referring to Ashley's ribs, "but I think there is some severe bruising on almost all the ribs on your right side. I'll need to take some x-rays to make sure."

Ashley waved a hand towards the others. "Take care of them! I can get myself to a doctor!" she growled. It was apparent she was in pain. The medic shot her a disbelieving look, but headed off anyways. Using chairs and tables for support, she incredibly (and slowly) made her way across the cafeteria and ended up leaning against the doorway, looking around.

Meanwhile, Marcus had gotten back onto his feet, shaking himself a little bit to get the dust off his wings. A medic went up to him as well, but Marcus, like Ashley, also refused treatment. He went ahead and stole some half-consumed pancakes from one of the intact tables. Kite shook his head in amazement. Was there nothing on this hybrid's mind but food?

The medic that had been tended to Ashley finally walked up to Kite. "You're going to need some stitches," he said, nodding at Kite's chest.

Kite looked down at his body. "I can get a new jumpsuit," he replied.

The medic stared at him, dumbfounded by Kite's obliviousness. "I meant the wounds."

Kite glanced back down at the three very long cuts. They were very much open, gaping wounds, gushing blood down his front, soaking into his jumpsuit. However, they only covered part of his chest, because fortunately, those chains had stopped the attack. Guess it's a good thing I chose to wear them today...

He shrugged off the medic's concern. "Whatever you think," he replied coolly.

The medic nodded, and got out a sterilized needle and some specialized thread. Kite lay back down on the table, and the medic set to work on his chest. It only took a few minutes for him to sew Kite's skin back up, and he finished by spraying a disinfectant spray on the completed stitches. "You want some painkillers?" the medic asked, holding out a small syringe. Kite shook his head. It was only pain.

Once he was done, Kite hopped back up to his feet and wrapped his chains back around his body, then walked over to Ashley. "Are you going to be alright?" he queried. Kite glanced back around to Jasper, who had been the start of the entire fight. He still seemed to be unconscious, but there was already a team of three medics working on him. Kite wondered why they hauled Bruce away, but not Jasper. He made a mental note to ask one of the medics just what they had to do to fix Bruce. It was enough to make him smile, but he resisted the urge to preserve the seriousness (from Ashley's perspective, anyways) of the situation.

Gamekrazy
September 29th, 2008, 4:39 AM
Jiro patiently waited in the Training room for Maverick to arrive. He was full, having eaten already, before most everyone else. He had woken up early, knowing Taro was still going to be asleep, thus securing his breakfast. Content with his full tummy, he saw the very pokemon he was waiting for coming up to him. Again, he wondered what this was all about, but the amphibian hybrid seemed nice enough, so he wasn't particularly worried. Not two seconds after he had arrived, noise from the cafeteria drifted into the room. It seemed there was some type of dispute going on.

“I’ll be back later. I’ve gotta see what’s goin’ on.”

With that, Maverick left. Jiro watched the hall he had taken off into absentmindedly for a bit, before following after. He didn't want to remain in the training room alone, lest Taro arrive and want to spar again. Entering the cafeteria, Jiro was surprised to see the group he had ran into the previous day engaged in a battle with Rowan, another local bullies thugs. Jiro stood on the sidelines, not wishing to get involved. Rowan scared him. He would go above and beyond Taro when it came to pain. Jiro couldn't remember the last time the Snorlax had made him bleed. On the bright side, Rowan tended to leave him alone. Jiro never fought back, and the Tyranitar hybrid enjoyed watching his prey squirm. Jiro bored him.

Maverick had joined the fight it seemed. It was odd. Jiro had never seen this group of hybrids hanging out together up until yesterday. Why were they fighting to protect each other now? Maverick seemed to get very mad, unleashing an attack similar to Surf, however with darker, muddier water. Jiro easily identified the attack as (big suprise) muddy water, which proceeded to deposit said water into the Tyranatar hybrids eyes. That spurred Bruce, the Garchomp hybrid to slice the amphibian's chest open with a dragon claw, dispatching him from the battle.

The fighting came to an end when the janitor came in to break it all up. The small human scared Jiro. Not so much because of his connections with the scientists, no, because he just creeped the smeargle hybrid out. The fighting seemed to have ended, and medics were heading over to treat the fallen pokemon. Jiro watched as a doctor arrived to look at Maverick's condition. He was sure that the Swampert wouldn't be getting back to him any time soon, so he simply left the cafeteria, deciding to pass time in his own way. He didn't need to beat up on others to occupy himself. No, all he needed was his tail and a piece of paper to keep himself entertained, and as he entered his room, sat on his bed and picked up his drawing pad, he proceeded to do just that.

Gumshoe Satyr
September 29th, 2008, 12:05 PM
Watching the medics working on the wounded, Ashley noticed Kite walking toward her, his wounds stitched up. Wonder what he wants.... Maybe he wants to tell me how strong he is and how he made Rowan kiss his feet and beg for mercy. Picturing that scene, she laughed silently to herself, wincing when her ribs throbbed. When he reached her, he surprised her by asking, "Are you going to be alright?" When does Kite ever ask someone how they are? I've seen him revive people but never expected this. Trying to not seem rude, she quickly covered up her surprise with a grateful smile and answered, "The medic thinks that I bruised my ribs, but I'm feeling better now. They hurt but if I can avoid laughing, breathing deeply, or sneezing for awhile I should be fine." She almost started laughing again but stopped herself just in time.

"So I guess you and the janitor saved the day.... Thank you." She wasn't sure if it would matter very much to Kite, but it was something that she felt that she had to say. Looking at his stitched wounds, she spoke again. "I guess you're going to be alright... I hope that Jasper and the others will be, too..... Does it hurt much?" She turned her glance back up at his face in concern. She'd seen Kite refuse the painkillers and guessed that he didn't like to use them. Kite's kind of a strange guy but when you really think about it, what's really 'normal' around here? I mean, come on. He's practically talking to a mutated fox or something. That's gotta seem pretty weird to a lot of people. That's why I even wonder if I can leave the laboratory.... I know I need to see what's in the basement, but how could I possible live in the world of humans. The scientists should be able to find me before I get a mile or two away...

ANARCHit3cht
September 29th, 2008, 2:08 PM
(Wont be able to post for a bit i got lots of test to study for and im grounded :) Dont leave me behind please and thanks..)

Jaydin Knight
September 29th, 2008, 2:10 PM
There was a loud chatter of voices when he awoke and, in the confusion, Jasper lashed out with his teeth. Was the fight still going on? He couldn't see, couldn't tell. Jasper's fangs sank deep into something squishy, meaty...decidedly fleshy. It had an odd taste, sort of salty, but before he could ponder it much longer, there was a loud yell and suddenly, Jasper heard the chatter start up again.

"Oh, ****! Holy ****, 751 bit me!" Oh...it was a scientist? Jasper released his grip on the hand(? It had to be the hand, right?), and licked the blood off it.

"Inject it." ordered a voice, and Jasper struggled, coherent enough to know that they were doing...something to him. "Hold still!" Someone pressed on his chest, touching the painful wounds, and he cried out. He felt something jam into his arm...and collasped, ceasing his struggling.

The three whitecoats worked diligently as they patched Jasper up, but it seemed as though he would have to stay in the hospital wing for at least three days when the junior member of the team spoke up.

"Um, 'cuse me, but does he- it, I mean, 751-know Moonlight?" he asked timidly.

"Yes...Oh!" the elder doctor gasped. "Yes, that could work. Good job, Marion, we'll take it out tonight."

"Please," the blushing doctor, Marion, replied. "Don't call me that. B-b-but how will you keep h-hi-it f-from escaping?" The middle-aged doctor, who had been bitten, replied to that one.

"Just euthanize it." he growled sarcastically, glaring at the slumbering Umbreon hybrid. "Or chain it down when you take it out tonight." With that, the trio dragged Jasper away so he could be monitored until it was time...

ooc; Short, I know. Sorry. Not much I could think of to do when Jasper's out cold. I won't be able to post in IC until night in the roleplay, so...Yeah.

EDIT: Lusankya- since he's the doctor that was bit, he was being sarcastic and saying, like 'save yourself the trouble and just euthanize it'...In a sarcastic way, of course. -adds-

Lusankya
September 29th, 2008, 3:02 PM
(OOC: Jaydin, I'm pretty sure you don't want to use the word "euthanize" in that sentence, because that means killing Jasper...)

Ashley had been looking at Kite approaching her with some disdain, although she did shake a little bit, as though laughing. When Kite asked his question to her, she seemed shocked by the question, although she did managed to cover it up rather quickly by smiling. But Kite was a fairly good interpreter of body language, always had been. It came in handy when he needed to know when his father was getting in one of his moods, and he needed to start running.

"The medic thinks that I bruised my ribs, but I'm feeling better now. They hurt but if I can avoid laughing, breathing deeply, or sneezing for awhile I should be fine." She shifted her body a bit, as though she was preparing to laugh again, but didn't. "So I guess you and the janitor saved the day.... Thank you."

At that, Kite blinked. He wasn't used to being thanked, for anything. In fact, try as he might, he couldn't even remember when was the last time someone had thanked him for something.

Ashley was looking down at his chest now, looking over his wounds with concern. "I guess you're going to be alright... I hope that Jasper and the others will be, too..... Does it hurt much?" She looked back up at him in the eye.

Kite shrugged. "It's only pain," he replied. In truth, they were raw, red and stung in the extreme, and that disinfectant spray didn't help things in the slightest. But Kite had stopped caring much about pain years ago. He considered being a slave to feelings, including pain, very shameful. They did their job, but he wouldn't let them dictate his life.

A little commotion over by Jasper drew their attentions. One of the medics was swearing, and grasping his bleeding arm. Jasper appeared to have bit the medic in his dazed state. The three medics were still gathered around Jasper, and one of them took out a syringe and emptied it into Jasper's bloodstream. They were jabbering actively, but Kite couldn't quite make out their conversation, although he did make out the words "Moonlight", "out", and "escaping".

Kite felt something strange for Jasper. Was it pity? He was the start of the entire fight, and the worst hurt by it (although, Bruce might be able to give Jasper a run for his money). He turned to Ashley. She had larger ears, and probably much better hearing than he did. "Are they going to take him outside?" he asked in a low murmur, nodding his head towards Jasper.

Yrie
September 29th, 2008, 4:19 PM
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All- I'm really sorry that I can't comment individually, but I'm kinda jumping from roleplay to roleplay today (lots of homework). Everyone's doing really well, and your characters are developing really nicely, okay, next roleplay, bye! *Disappears in a puff of smoke* (sorry, I normally don't use asterisks for actions, but...you know...)

Gumshoe Satyr
September 29th, 2008, 4:33 PM
In answer to Ashley's question, Kite only shrugged and said, "It's only pain." It seemed that Kite wasn't a stranger to pain. Commotion over by Jasper attracted her attention and her ears leaned forward, trying to catch every word. Almost not hearing Kite's question, she glanced back at him and started to whisper nearly inaudibly as she continued to listen, "The guy that yelled got bit by Jasper. He should've been more careful since he was just in a fight. Now, they've just injected Jasper with something. Probably to make him go to sleep."

Concentrating even harder, she tried to discern what they were saying when they suddenly started in a conversation. It was harder to listen now because some spoke quietly and one stuttered. "They thought at first that he was going to have to stay in the hospital wing for three days, but the youngest one reminded them that Jasper can use Moonlight." Trying not to laugh, she choked out, "The younger medics name is Marion." Regaining her composure, she continued, "The older doc said that the Moonlight thing would work and that they'll take him out tonight. Now the younger one is asking how they will keep him from escaping, and the doc that was bitten sarcastically replied, 'Just euthanize it or chain it down when you take it out tonight.'"

Watching them drag Jasper out, she disgustedly added, "They do just about everything they can to make us feel like animals. 'Euthanize'." She spat the last word out like it was something disgusting in her mouth. "I guess I should feel realized though. All Jasper has to do is bask in moonlight for a little while, and he'll feel a lot better. Wish my cure would be that quick. The doc will probably tell me that I won't be able to use my attacks for a couple of weeks. Guess I'll have to try to avoid Rowan, but I can't stand to watch him hurt someone else." She looked at Kite sadly. Why did I say that? He probably thinks I'm some sissy or something now.....

"I guess I should get down there before they come looking for me. Man, this is gonna be worse than a physical and I hate those! See you later, Kite." She walked out the doorway, pleased that she could walk normally with moderate pain now.

Kansas
September 29th, 2008, 9:12 PM
Marcus commenced his typical morning training session which didn't consist of battle simulations but a series of quick aerial maneuvers inside the training room, working of his evasion and dodging. He went through these for a few rounds but he just wasn't into it this morning. Aside from the fact that his chest and arms were still throbbing from that Dark Pulse, something else was bothering him. Marcus still didn't know why he had saved Jasper but at the same time he wondered why the others stepped in as well... was it because he was in trouble? Or because the kid was in trouble... These kinds of things didn't normally bother Marcus, mostly because he never did anything to warrant those kinds of thoughts. He slid to a halt in the training room, stopping the exercises and walking out the double door, tossing his empty plate into the garbage and re-entering the cafeteria. It had definitely thinned out now, and only the healthy morphs remained.

"They must have took the kid to the medical wing already..." Marcus thought to himself. He saw two morphs parting ways after a conversation, one was the Flareon hybrid that had rescued him from before. His wings perked with gratitude at the realization as Marcus leaped high into the air, hovering to a slow landing and picking up pace to walk next to the flareon girl.

"Hey... hey thanks for saving my wings back there against Rowan...I thought I was done for, sorry I couldn't return the favor..." Marcus said quickly and apologetically. He really had no clue what to say to her, they had never really had a face to face talk before.

"So whats going to happen to the kid? Did you hear anything? And you? Are you okay? And Rowan and his goons... I'll be on their list for a long time..." Marcus paused awkwardly for a moment, looking at her, "I'm sorry, I tend to ramble when I've got a lot on my mind...are you headed to the medical wing? Let me walk you there, its the least I can do..."

Gamekrazy
September 29th, 2008, 9:53 PM
Jiro had completed a few pages drawings once more, and had put his tail down to marvel at them. He could stay drawing for hours on end, but part of him said it was unhealthy just to stay in his room, and he sought something else to do. It occurred to him that he was still in the clothes he had been wearing the previous night. Not having pajamas, lucky the scientists cared about him enough to provide basic clothing, he usually slept in whatever he was wearing when tired.

Not wanting himself to smell like Taro, he decided to take care of his daily hygienic needs, such as brushing his teeth, taking a shower, and the usual things he did to keep himself clean. Grabbing a fresh pair of clothes from his closet, he exited his room and proceeded twords the showers. He glanced down the hall at the scene in the cafeteria. The medics were doing what they could for the ailing pokemon. Jiro hoped they turned out alright. Rowan had never killed (to his knoweledge anyway. He was sure the scientists would not keep him around if he had) but he had severely injured pokemon before. There was no telling how long the group would have to be taken care of. It didn't seem as if their basement exploration plans were going to be executed any time soon.

Reaching the washrooms, Jiro peered inside. Nobody was currently there, most of them probably being in the cafeteria still. That was good for the Smeargle hybrid. Dispite the fact that it was a male-only washroom, and therefore nobody would see anything they didn't know about, undressing infront of others was one of his many insecurities. Picking a shower unit, the smeargle hybrid quickly removed his clothes, neatly hanging them on the hook outside the shower, stepped inside, closing the curtian behind him and proceeded to wash himself.

Jiro spent a bit of time getting the water temprature just right. He enjoyed hot showers, and it always took a while to find that temperature that was just hot enough for him to tolerate. You know the rule for washing your hair? Lather, rinse, repeat? Well, because Jiro had fur, that applied to his entire body. Once he had found the right temprature, the Smeargle took quite a bit of time to wash himself. By the time he had exited the shower, condensation had built up on the mirrors and the room was covered in a fog. Shaking himself off like a dog would to dry himself, he stepped out of the shower, ran the tap a bit more to wash down any of his paint that may still be at the bottom, dressed himself, and left. Taking a shower always made him feel refreshed.

Depositing his dirty clothes in a laundry chute, Jiro decided to return to the cafeteria once again. Only watching from the door, everyone seemed to still be very intreauged by the situation. Jiro remained on the sidelines, as he watched the doctors treat their patients.

King_Lucario
September 29th, 2008, 9:55 PM
((OoC: I'm still participating, I'm just really busy w/ school and homework and a new dog in the house that is REALLY difficult to train. I will edit this into an RP post tomorrow.))

*Will edit into RP post tomorrow*
*Vanishes like the ninja he is...:D*

Loud and Annoying Pidgey
October 1st, 2008, 12:15 PM
That's fine, take your time (just not like...three weeks XD)

sorry for not finishing my su slyther. i was banned again. >.<

Lusankya
October 1st, 2008, 12:24 PM
Ashley squinted in concentration, and her ears tilted toward and twisted in the direction of the medics. "The guy that yelled got bit by Jasper. He should've been more careful since he was just in a fight. Now, they've just injected Jasper with something. Probably to make him go to sleep," she whispered, and Kite had to strain to hear her. Doesn't that defeat the point of asking her to explain what's going on over there if I can't hear what she's saying? Kite thought.

The medics suddenly broke out in a quiet conversation. "They thought at first that he was going to have to stay in the hospital wing for three days, but the youngest one reminded them that Jasper can use Moonlight." She started shaking and smiled widely, as though attempting not to laugh again. "The younger medics name is Marion." The trembling and smiling stopped. "The older doc said that the Moonlight thing would work and that they'll take him out tonight. Now the younger one is asking how they will keep him from escaping, and the doc that was bitten sarcastically replied, 'Just euthanize it or chain it down when you take it out tonight.'"

As the medics dragged Jasper out (at last), Ashley added in a tone of disgust, "They do just about everything they can to make us feel like animals. 'Euthanize'. I guess I should feel realized though. All Jasper has to do is bask in moonlight for a little while, and he'll feel a lot better. Wish my cure would be that quick. The doc will probably tell me that I won't be able to use my attacks for a couple of weeks. Guess I'll have to try to avoid Rowan, but I can't stand to watch him hurt someone else." She looked at Kite sadly. "I guess I should get down there before they come looking for me. Man, this is gonna be worse than a physical and I hate those! See you later, Kite." She walked out of the doorway quite normally, with little sign that she had been recently injured.

Kite stood there, inwardly shrugging. They were treated like animals. Well, that wasn't anything new, Kite had been treated like an animal as long as he could remember. He envied Jasper's healing powers somewhat, for a small part of him lodged in the back of his brain was still disgusted at all his scars. And he really didn't get what was so funny about having the name, "Marion." It didn't seem humorous in the slightest. Although, his idea of humor was rather... eccentric.

He closed his eyes and thought for a second. If Jasper wasn't knocked out on his way to the outside, then he could tell Kite a lot about what the rims of the complex was like, and the knowledge would only help any escape plan. At the very least he would be awake once outside to perform Moonlight.

Shrugging inwardly again, he headed off to his dorm to get a change of clothes.

FinalMaster
October 1st, 2008, 6:47 PM
Maverick’s eyes slowly opened, but his vision was blurry. He slowly looked down at his body, and was horrified to see most of it coated with the red tint of blood… He tried to speak, but all that came out was a muffled groan. He couldn’t move, and guessed that sometime after he went down, someone must have paralyzed him. Pain seared throughout his body, and since he couldn’t move there was no way to stop it. He took the time to think more about what had happened, and suddenly remembered an event he didn’t notice when it happened. He distinctly remembered Jasper saying, “Seeya, Ashley...ki-” then Jasper had stopped, and instead of calling Maverick ‘kid’, like he normally did, he had called him by his name.

It was at that moment that Maverick’s vision cleared up and he noticed 2 things: first, he was in a room he had never been in before, in a bed, and second, there was a medic next to him. The medic said in a tone which made Maverick feel like the medic didn’t notice him. “His injuries don’t look like they are going to recover in a second, you know.” Maverick would have shuddered if could move.

The person the medic was talking to entered the room, saying in a strange tone, “You! Cake or death!” The medic replied as though they had said this at least 50 times before. “Eh, cake please.” “Very well! Give him cake!” “Oh, thanks very much. It’s very nice.” Then, the visitor said again, “You! Cake or death!” “Uh, cake for me too, please.” came the reply. “Very well! Give him cake too! We’re gonna run out of cake at this rate. You! Cake or death!” “Uh, death please. No, cake! Cake! Cake, sorry.” “You said death first, ahahah, death first!” “Well I meant cake!” “Oh, alright! You’re lucky I’m Church of England! Cake or death?” “Uh, cake please.” “Well we’re outta cake! We only had three bits and we didn’t expect such a rush! So what do ya want?” “What, so my choice is or death? Well I’ll have the chicken then, please.” “A taste of human, sir. Ya like a white wine? There we go. Thank you for flying Church of England, cake or death!”

Cake or death!? How odd. “If I wasn’t hanging in the balance here, I would have practically destroyed you. Try to help me stay sane, ok?” Maverick started. He then realized that he was speaking. That meant that he was no longer paralyzed! “Quick! He’s awake! He’s talking, too! Our sedative is wearing off! Give him another dose!” Turning to Maverick, the medic said, “We aren’t done operating yet. You need some more sedative. Night-night!” Maverick collapsed back in bed, unconscious.

Yrie
October 2nd, 2008, 11:33 AM
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namora- much better job lengthwise as well as quality wise

Kansas- Good post, I like your character

Gamekrazy- Great post, nothing negitive to say about it.

King Lucario- I understand, its fine, it might be a little harder to fit your character back into everything, but I'm sure you'll be able to do it.

Lusankya- Great post, has everything I would have asked for

Goulerbot- That was a very...interesting post. I'm not really sure how I should comment.

Gumshoe Satyr
October 2nd, 2008, 1:12 PM
Ashley hadn't gotten far when she heard something landing nearby to her, and she jerked her head up, startled. When she saw Marcus walking beside her, she stopped as he began to speak, "Hey... hey thanks for saving my wings back there against Rowan...I thought I was done for, sorry I couldn't return the favor..." he said quickly and apologetically. Noticing that he seemed a bit awkward and nervous, she nodded and smiled encouragingly. "So whats going to happen to the kid? Did you hear anything? And you? Are you okay? And Rowan and his goons... I'll be on their list for a long time... I'm sorry, I tend to ramble when I've got a lot on my mind...are you headed to the medical wing? Let me walk you there, its the least I can do..."

"No problem. I just hate bullies and can't stand back and watch while something like that is going on. I guess that quality of mine is both a merit and a fault at times......" She gingerly touched her ribs. Watching Kite walking down the hall toward the dorms, she continued, "I was just thanking Kite for his help. You know, every time you think you've got him figured out, he surprises you. I'm quite not sure what I really think of him anymore. By the the way, I am going to the medical wing, and I'll answer the rest of your questions on the way."

Walking slowly to the medical wing, she tried to answer the rest of his question in the order he asked them. Now that she wasn't repeating the scientists' conversation as she heard it, she decided that it was too sensitive and spoke normally, although she kept an eye out for any scientists or such, who might think otherwise. "First of all, the kid's name is Jasper. I could hear the medics that were working on him were saying, and it seems that they're taking him outside tonight so he can use the healing move Moonlight. He needs the moon's glow to use it, you know." She stopped for a moment, her expression thoughtful. Outside...... It's strange. If Rowan hadn't wounded so many, we might've used this opportunity to escape. Then again, we wouldn't have this opportunity. There I go again..... How do I know that I can even truly escape with the way I look?

Speaking up again, she said, "I guess that brings me to your third question. The medic that examined me said that he thought I had some bruised ribs and that I needed to go get x-rayed. I'll have to try to avoid Rowan and his gang, too, since I probably won't be able to fight for a while." Sniffing the air, she made a face, "After that, I'll have to take a shower because I smell like a sweaty Rydon!"

Reaching the door leading to the medical wing, she hesitated, her mind turning to a new subject. "You don't have to come in. As a matter of fact, I have a favor to ask if it's not too much trouble. Could you find Aiden and tell him that I have something that he lost in my room? If you don't know him, he's a pikachu hybrid with a tail, ears and red circles on his cheeks. He usually wears a brown yellow jacket and black jeans. I'm sure that he'll be happy to know that I found it."

FinalMaster
October 4th, 2008, 7:21 PM
I probably won't be posting for a while, because we're running low on internet here.

King_Lucario
October 4th, 2008, 8:34 PM
((OoC: Sorry guys! I can't do much right now because of school! I'm going to be leaving the RP for a while. I'll still be around, but I won't be able to RP because I'll only be on for about a minute or two.))

Gamekrazy
October 6th, 2008, 10:28 PM
Jiro watched as the pokemon involved in the fight either left or were carried away for more intensive care. Maverick looked very bad. He doubted he would be finding out what his question was any time soon. Jiro shuddered as he thought of their injuries. He hoped he never would get into a fight like that with Rowan and his crew. Granted, he was pretty sure they would leave him alone once they realized he wouldn't fight back, but he probably would lose quite a bit of blood. Rowan was much more brutal then Taro.

Once everything seemed to have been sorted out, and the cafeteria dispersed, Jiro turned to leave as well. He figured he would return to drawing, his smeargle half just begging to get ahold of a piece of paper. He had turned to leave for his room, when he was startled to hear a voice call him.

"Experiment 537-SM86!" The person called. It was one of the scientists. Jiro stopped, and allowed the person to approach him. "Come with me please. We need you in the medical ward. Don't worry, its nothing serious at the moment, but if it is left alone it may very well become that way."

The scientist began to walk down the hall, assuming Jiro would come along. Sligtly worried, Jiro nodded, and followed. Was there something wrong with him? Apparently so, unless they were planning to unknowingly experiment on him. However, he doubted that. The scientists knew he was very docile and submissive, and if they were going to conduct anything on him, they would most likely let him know.

Jiro noticed Kite and Ashley standing at the door to the medical ward. The scientist who was guiding him simply passed them by, and so Jiro did as well, following him until they entered a small room, with a computer, several medical insturments, and some odd looking machine in the corner.

"573, how often do you paint each day?" The scientist asked. Jiro was a bit suprised by the question, but responded anyway, seeing no reason not to.

"I... I guess I draw very often... at least by human standards." He responded "Its pretty much all I do when Im not out training or eating or something..."

"I see." The doctor, said, taking Jiro's tail and running his hand across the tip, observing the paint that had rubbed off on his fingers. "And about how much paint do you think you exaust each day? Do you ever feel your supplies are running low?"

"N... no sir..." Jiro responded once again "I don't really recall a time when I ever 'out' of paint... I believe my body produces it at a steady rate... D... do you think theres a problem with me?"

The scientist walked over to the computer at the far side of the room and brought up a picture. A side-by-side comparason of what seemed to be a normal Smeargle's organ composition, and his own.

"As you can see, though you resemble a Smeargle very much on the outside, your internal organs vary greatly. Perticularly in the pelvic region." He said, motioning to said area "Your organs are arranged in a way that closely resembles a humans. The normal organs, like the bladder, intestines, prostate and the like have dominance in this area, while your artisan sack, the organ that holds the paint your body produces, is off in a small corner. Looking at a wild smeargle, it is just the opposite. The artisan sack is much larger and dominates more of the space, while other organs are smaller or compacted around it to accomodate it." Jiro nodded at all of this. it made sense. "Here is the problem: Your body is beginning to mature, and when that happens to smeargles, their artisan sac expands in size, allowing more paint to be produced and stored. While normal smeargles bodies have room for such an expansion, yours does not. We are afraid that once yours begins to enlarge, it will burst under the pressure from your other organs. With your paint being potentially fatal when exposed to the bloodstream in large quantities, this is far from a good thing."

"S... so..." Jiro stammered, a bit unsettled by what he had just been told "What are you going to do?"

The doctor motioned Jiro over to a machine in the corner of the room, instructing him to lay on the bed next to it. Doing as he was told, the Doctor took hold of his tail and stuffed it into some type of plastic tube. When about half of it was securely inside, the Doctor moved over to the keyboard and began entering commands.

"This machine is very simple. Essentially, it is a large vacuum that we will use to drain your body of your paint fluid through your tail."

"Wh... what?" Jiro replied in disbelief. They couldn't just suck the paint out of him. How would he draw!

"The absense of paint in your artisan sack should supress its need to expand. I suggest about every two days we have it drained, until your body ceaces to mature. This way, we can avoid it having to be surgically shrunk."

Jiro was about to open his mouth to say something, but the doctor pressed a button on the computer, and whatever Jiro was about to say was forgotten due to the sudden suction applied to his tail. Jiro cringed, not exactly feeling pain, but something very similar to it as the blue fluids were sucked out of his tail. For the first time, he was actually aware that there was an organ within him that was feeling strikingly empty as its contents were forced out of it. It didn't feel right. None of this did. He understood that this was for his health, and he trusted the doctor when he said that it would help him, but the smeargle side of him was screaming for it to stop. His body wasn't intended to lose paint that fast. Surely something bad would come from it.

FinalMaster
October 7th, 2008, 2:40 AM
OOC: I suppose it wouldn't hurt to do one post, but I'll be posting a lot less due to school being back on now.
IC:
The first words that registered to Maverick’s brain after suddenly collapsing were, “It looks like we may have been wrong…” Maverick’s senses slowly returned, and the first thing that struck him as odd was that his body seemed much lighter than usual. His vision was blurry, but his ears were working fine. Perhaps they were working even better… The moment his vision cleared, he realized.

“Why am I in a tank of water?” was his first response. Then, a medic he had never seen before appeared and started explaining. “During the fight that you were in, whoever you were up against is extremely powerful. They somehow used an attack so strong that it did something that would normally be fatal.” Maverick immediately inquired, “What?” The medic’s reply was something Maverick would never have guessed. “You have a punctured lung.”

“What!?!?! Doesn’t that mean I should be dead?” “Well,” the medic began, “You fell unconscious when your brain was starved of oxygen. We rushed to get you here, in the water.” “Don’t call me stupid, but how exactly does that save my life?” was the reply. “I was getting to that!” The medic snapped, interrupting Maverick. “You seem to have forgotten, 905, that you do have gills. Anyway, you can’t stay in the water forever, so-” “Phew!” interrupted Maverick. “For a second I thought I’d have to stay in this water to live!” “Do I need to tell you that it’s a little hard to hear you while you’re underwater? And anyway, you shouldn’t interrupt! It’s rude.” Came the slightly angry reply. Maverick poked his mouth above the water, and said, “Well, it’s not my fault that you can’t hear me. I don’t exactly live with many that have normal hearing.” The medic was obviously getting frustrated. “As I was saying, since you can’t stay in there forever, you’ll need to stay in there while we think about how to deal with this problem.”

The medic walked out of the room, and Maverick looked carefully to see what was going on. The medic was talking to some other people, but that was boring. He looked through the other door, and peered through another door on the other side of the corridor. What a coincidence. There he saw Jiro, on a bed, with his tail in what appeared to be some sort of computer-controlled vacuum. He was obviously upset about something, but with his punctured lung, Maverick couldn’t leave the water to investigate. He would just have to wait and see whether Jiro would come to him.

ANARCHit3cht
October 7th, 2008, 5:29 PM
Aiden woke with a jolt as the Truck screeched to a stop. He didn't feel like getting up he was tired from the Previous week. The scientist had put Aiden Through rigourous tough training. Aiden rolled over pretending to sleep. Hopefully i can rest a bit more.. Aiden jumped up when he was prodded with an eletical device. 'I'm up , I'm Up god!" One of the men grabbed Aiden while the other scrawnier one put a blind fold over his eyes. "Say, John?"

"Yes?" Replied the skinny scientist.

"Why do we put a blind fold on the kid when we are in a tunnel?"

"Well, we can't even risk him seeing outside that could make want to escape..."

"But, i already want to escape" said Aiden.

"Shuddup!" Aiden met the burn of the Prod Again. This is electrical why does it hurt me? Maybe.. it hurts my human side?
Aiden was led down a Hallway. He took a left turn, then a right, he felt himself being shoved into a crammes space. Is this an elevator? The Bulkier scientist spoke up again,"Don't you think it is wrong to keep theese poor children locked up here?" The Other man stayed silent for a while. The elevator doors moved open. "Well, sorta, but we have our orders we saving our own hides by doing this.."

"Oh yeah.."

Aiden was then led up a series of stairs. He heard a door open and he was pushed in, but the man had hold of his BLindfold. It soon unraveled and Aiden lost his balance, causing him to fall to the ground. "OW! That hurt!" exclaimed Aiden.

"Well, we didn't put you through all that tough training just to baby you when you got back."

"Yeah, Yeah whatever.. you can leave now.." Aiden almost wanted to ask the Scientists if they knew a way out but they were already gone. If was to see them again no way he would know because the scientist had Masks.

Aiden's stomach began to growl, "Well guess im a bit Hungry.." He stalked off down the stairs to the cafeteria. He could smell the food. Ahh i know that smell it is Balogna. Aiden walked up to the line with his Tray. He noticed ViVi was serving it. "Hey, Vivi is it B'lony Sandwiches?" ViVi Nodded and slapped one down on Aiden's Tray. He sat down and took a small bite out his sandwich. It tasted so good, so much better than that other place. He didn't hesitate before finishing the rest of it off.

Aiden walked over and stacked his tray. He turned around and headed for the battle Arena. He heard the scientists say that Aiden had learned Volt Tackle, and Iron Tail. "With those new moves i now know, Tackle,Quick Attack, Thunder Bolt, Thunder wave, Iron Tail and Volt Tackle. Although they said Volt tackle is new and could stem a dangerous outcome if used so i won't use it as much." Aiden walked over to a panel and tapped a few Buttons. Out came a Prinplup Machine and a Marshstomp. Both are weak against me but i need to watch out for the Marshstom's mudslap.

Aiden saw that Marshstomp started with a Mudslap and the Prinplup charged at him with a full size peck. "Hm.. what to do.." Aiden couldn't think but moments before Aiden Jumped up. It had felt like he no longer had control of his body. Fully awaken, and away from his thoughts. Aiden found himself hitting the ground. "Ok, My Bad.." He Whipped around to see the mudkip shooting a Mudslap at him. Aiden went down and then used a Thundershock. This shot with alot more power. Is this a Thunderbolt? Has it powered up? The Bolt headed straight for the Marshstomp. It was a Direct Hit but the Marshstomp wasn't down.
Aiden realized that the Prinplup was out of sight. He felt a searing pain as a beak met his back. "AAHHH!" Aiden had let out a yelp. He turned around and tackled the Prinplup. It Backed away, still in the fight. The Marshstomp utilized a take-down attack. Aiden was smashed into the wall. HE felt himself weaking another strong hit and he lost. No! I cant Lose with all the training they might send me back again if i lose.. The two pokemon moved together the Marshstomp began to charge a Mud-slap and the Prinplup a drill-peck. I'll definetly be down.. i know Volt Tackle! I must use it. He went down in a tackle posititon. He charged with all his speed. His cheeks surged with electricity. Soon he gave off a Bright glow.
Aiden grew happy as the glow turned into electricity surronding his body. He was seconds away from hitting his enemy. The mud-slap came but the elctricity seemed to block it. He had smashed into the Pokmon-bots. There was a lot of smoke. Aiden waited in excitement. When the Smoke cleared he realized that he had won. "Wow! What a big relief..." He reached up wiping sweat off his brow.

Yrie
October 9th, 2008, 4:43 AM
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Namora- Good post! Ashley's character really shows in your posts.

Goulerbot- Aww, that stinks. Well, its okay, I understand, I've got homework and school issues as well (and internet, once or twice). Good post, by the way.

King_Lucario- For some reason I always end up typing Kind_Lucario, and then I have to go back and correct it. Anways, yeah, its the same with everyone, me included, so its fine if you can't post for a while. Come back though, okay?

Gamekrazy- Great post! Don't know how I should comment, well, the way you portrayed the doctor's statement and Jiro's reaction was very good. I feel bad for Jiro, having to go through that and lose his paint.

Lostt- Well, that post explains your absence very well, and overall I would have to say its a good post.

FinalMaster
October 13th, 2008, 2:26 AM
Maverick was fed up waiting for Jiro. It just added to how bored he was. He was quite happy, for a while, doing stunts in the tank of water he had been placed in. Ah well… what am I going to do now? He sighed. This was a lot more boring then he thought it would be. He started to twiddle his thumbs, happy with the fact that he was one of those hybrids who actually had thumbs to twiddle. He kept this up for about five minutes, an impressive feat seeing as he was underwater. At about that time, Maverick was minding his own business. Little did he know, someone had been listening in…

Maverick was stunned as a Blaziken hybrid walked in. “I heard everything that was said since you first arrived in here, kid.” Maverick was surprised; as he was sure he’d heard that voice before. He inquired, “Who are you?” The Blaziken hybrid immediately replied, “Well, I suppose you should know the name of the person who’s about to seriously injure you… I’m Damon, from Rowan’s gang. Your butt is mine! I’m gonna smash your water tank and leave you to suffocate! Hehehehe…” Maverick immediately panicked, fearing for his life. Damon readied a blaze kick, and fired. The tank wasn’t made for this kind of stress, and shattered, leaving Maverick, collapsed, on the floor. Damon quickly left, not wanting to be caught. As the medic who had talked to Maverick earlier walked in the room, ready to tell Maverick would be done, entered, he was stunned with what had taken place, and immediately got a bunch of people to carry the poor Swampert hybrid out of the room, though he would soon be a Swampert hybrid no more…

Maverick regained consciousness who knows how much later, but somehow he could only think. He couldn’t see, hear, smell, or feel anything that touched him. All he could feel was pain. Severe pain. He would obviously have to wait a while before his senses returned.

When they did, he immediately knew something was wrong. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something was different. He knew there would be scientists wherever he was, and without his vision, for it had not yet returned, asked no-one in particular, “Where am I?” A reply drifted from somewhere, “You are in the place off limits to you hybrids.” Knowing what that could have implied, Maverick asked, “The basement?”


OOC: I asked Slytherfang a few questions, and in response he told me what's in the basement. Stay tuned to my posts to find out, unless he posts what it is first.

Gumshoe Satyr
October 13th, 2008, 4:55 AM
Before Marcus could answer Ashley's question, a crash sounded from the medical ward, startling Ashley. "What was that!?" she hissed to Marcus before opening the door to peer inside, where she saw Mav lying in a pool of water and broken glass in front of a shattered tank. Her chest tightened in fear and anxiety when she realized that this was no accident.

By this time, one of the medics that been attending Mav in the cafeteria returned with several people. "What happened? What's wrong with him?" she asked fearfully but none would answer her. When they started to carry him out of the room, she grabbed one of them by the arm and growled, "Where are you taking him!? Is he going to be alright!?" The medic tried to pull away and follow the other but Ashley firmly kept him in place

"He has a puctured lung so we put him in the tank of water to breathe since he has gills. I don't know who broke the tank. Now let me go!" He kicked at Ashley, but she refused to let go.

"But where are they taking him!? Why are they taking him from the medical wing? Isn't this where he should be?" Noticing that the man was looking at something behind her, she started to turn around when she felt something jammed into her arm. The room swam before her eyes, and men riding purple spotted, umbrella-carrying elephants galloped across her vision. With a moan she pitched forward, unconscious.

Kansas
October 13th, 2008, 5:46 AM
ooc: sorry i've been a bit inactive... mid terms goin on right now, post soon enough though.

Jaydin Knight
October 13th, 2008, 12:05 PM
ooc; By the way, sorry I've been so inactive. I also have midterms and also, Jasper can't really do anything until night.

Yrie
October 13th, 2008, 1:33 PM
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Okay, here's something for you (I thought it was about time I told you what was going on in the basement)

Well, the scientists were really working on removing the traces of pokemon mergings from the hybrids, in other words, seperating the pokemon from the human (which could be useful in case any of the pokemon get dangerous.) And then reversing the operation to merge the humans with a pokemon, but a different pokemon (so for example, if you were a Metang hybrid, and you were dragged down to the basement to act as the first experiment, you would be seperated into the human you once were, and would have been if you had not been merged early in your life, and the Metang before it was merged with you. Then the scientists would reverse the seperation operation to turn you back into a hybrid, but you would be merged with a different pokemon. Or not)


This is your chance to change the type of Pokemon you were merged with, but if you decide to, you'd better have an extrodinarily stunning post and describe what happened (not in too close detail though.)

What happens is that the scientists need a few hybrids to test this process on, so certain ones will be taken down to the basement.

You know, I think that I'll probably have Rowan dragged down there and remerged with a Belsprout or something. (Just a thought)

Lusankya
October 13th, 2008, 2:33 PM
Back in his dorm, Kite took off his jumpsuit and inspected his wounds. The medic had done as good a job Kite had ever seen, but the cuts would still take a while to fully heal, although Kite didn't think there would be scars. But now he had another problem on his hands: Rowan would be out for blood now, and he had only earned a temporary reprieve. The janitor wouldn't always be there to save his butt. There was no possible way he could ever match Rowan in brute strength —Magnezone weren't going to win any tug-o-wars against a Tyranitar—but he had something nobody else in the entire complex had; With the addition of his chains, he effectivly had ten limbs. And with that came flexibility and speed that Rowan simply could not match.

He needed to increase his magnetic power. That was something, he knew, that wasn't related to his physical strength, and there was a chance that he could build it up so he could use metal to at least hold his own against Rowan. A chance, but the best that he could.

Swapping out his tattered jumpsuit for a new one, he put all the metal in his dorm room that he could find into a box and started pirouetting it around the room in an attempt to increase his magnetic strength. Whether it was even something that could be exercised was something that Kite would just have to find out the hard way.

(OOC: Apologies for the short post, but there hasn't been much to post to.)

Gamekrazy
October 13th, 2008, 4:04 PM
The procedure had went its course. Jiro felt the suction on his tail subside after what seemed to be hours, but was actually about five to ten minuites. The poor smeargle-hybrid panted. The whole process had left him drained, and not just of his paint fluids. His entire body felt weak. He clutched his lower abdomen. Something there was empty. Lacking. Bringing his tail forward, he was saddened to see the tip showing only the cream-brown color of his fur, no traces of his blue paint remaining on the tip. The machine had truly sucked him dry. There was nothing left.

"Well 537, your set to go." The doctor said, seemingly ignorant to the smeargle-hybrids emotional trauma. "You may return to your room and get some rest. We will have doctors coming in every so often to check up on you, just to make sure there are no... unexpected developments."

Jiro nodded, wearily got to his feet, and proceeded to exit. He was shaking, but not from the cold. This wasn't right. That emptiness within him shouldn't be there. These doctors operated on theories alone. Its not like there were other half-smeargle half-human hybrids out there who had gone through this procedure. The doctors who would check up on him were there to make sure he didn't accidentally die in his room with nobody around. Jiro could tell this was all going to go wrong.

Entering the hallway, Jiro slowly began his trek back to his room. His eyes drooped. It was as if all energy had been sucked out of him along with his paint. He felt like he was going to collapse any second. He partly noticed Maverick in the room across from the one he was exiting, but continued on his own way. He could wait to respond to whatever it was he had wanted. Right now, he needed rest. He continued walking slowly down the hallway, almost as if he was half-asleep. Absentmindedly he brushed elbows with a Blaziken hybrid, but was too out of it to see the annoyed look that had been shot at him before the hybrid in question had proceeded into Maverick's room.

In fact, Jiro noticed very little as he walked back to his room. The world seemed more... dull, since his paint had gotten removed. That was the only way he could think to explain it. Before he knew it, his bed was infront of him, and he leaned forward and landed face-first onto it. Glancing to the side of his bed, he picked up his drawing pad, at first thinking to draw some pictures before going to bed, then realized that that was impossible. Disheartened, he tossed the pad aside, and buried his face into his pillow. He felt awful, both mentally and physically, even though he had no fever or evident health problem. He couldn't imagine what his life would be like if he had to have this done twice a week. His mind captivated with thoughts of pictures he could not get on paper, Jiro's body shut itself down, falling asleep on the spot, not even noticing that the void in his lower abdomen was beginning to fill up once more, and not expecting the rude awakening he was to be getting when he awoke...

FinalMaster
October 14th, 2008, 1:01 AM
Before Maverick could hear the scientist’s reply, someone else entered and said, “Before you hear the answer to that question, I suggest you take a look at yourself.” Maverick’s response was immediate. “Look at my self? Why…?” His voice trailed off into the distance, as when he said the last word, he did so. He was absolutely shocked to see what had happened to his body. His proud, muscular torso and arms had been completely changed. His arms were longer, and no longer held the colossal muscle that allowed him to lift huge things. Not only that, but his fingers now had slight claws. His legs seemed to be longer (he could easily tell this) and lots stronger. His stomach was red, save for a green line a little bit above his legs. On that note, his legs, arms and his whole torso, not counting the red mentioned before, were a slightly pale green. He was handed a mirror, and he took the opportunity to look at his head. It was reptilian, and on his lower jaw, red. He half expected his eyes to be yellow, but they were still the hazel color they had been all his life. He finally took notice of the three leaves sprouting from each wrist.

Maverick didn’t understand this at all. “Wh-what’s going on? What did you do to me? More importantly, will anyone be able to recognize me?” The scientist’s reply was at least a little startling. “Well, your voice is the same, according to the medics who carried you down here.” The scientist motioned toward a team of people, who in response nodded. “Supposedly, some hybrids that have a stronger sense of smell then normal humans should be able to recognize you. As for your earlier question, yes, this is the basement that is normally off limits to all hybrids. However, your life was in extreme danger. As mentioned before, your punctured lung prevented you from leaving the water tank. However, it was shattered, probably accidentally, pre-” At this point, Maverick interrupted, protesting, “But it was on purpose! I swear!” The scientist was somewhat amused. “Don’t play mind games. There’s no way you could prove such nonsense.” Maverick was upset by this reply. “Don’t you have a surveillance camera or something?”
“Well, we do, but it was shattered a few weeks ago. Anyway, the water tank was shattered, leaving us no choice but to do what we did.” Lurching forward from a sudden pain, he said, “What about this unbearable pain in my stomach?” He looked down at his stomach, and saw, surprisingly, a huge amount of slashes there. The scientist resumed his explanation, ignoring the question. “We took you down here, to the basement. You see, we’ve been experimenting on what to do if you hybrids rebel. We eventually came up with a machine that, essentially, removes all traces of pokemon DNA from a hybrid, turning them into a normal human again. We can then choose to remerge that person with another species of pokemon, or just leave them alone. Because just removing the Swampert DNA from your body wouldn’t fix your lung problem, we had no choice but to remerge you.” Maverick’s immediate question was, “Well, could you at least tell me what pokemon I was merged with?” What came next was at least a little bit suprising. “A Grovyle.” Maverick was absolutely stunned. “A Grovyle? As in those pokemon that have at least 5 leaves on their body? They just don’t work with my battle strategies!” The scientist was not concerned. “I think you may be over-reacting a little. And by the way, you haven’t noticed the large leaf on your head, or the two leaves that replaced your tail fin.” Maverick thought about this, and then asked, “What about clothing? My other clothes weren’t meant for what I look like now!” the scientist casually replied, “We’ve taken care of that. In your room is a new set of clothes, identical to your old ones, but unmodified.”

Maverick was given a bunch of people to escort him back to his room, where he dressed himself after modifying his clothes to fit his new body. He was curious as to how the fight ended, so he went looking for the other members of the fight, mostly Ashley, at the medical ward. He went there, and was extremely surprised to see Ashley passed out on the floor in front of the room the tank he had been in was. He quickly rushed over to Ashley’s side, not caring whether she would recognize him or not.

Gumshoe Satyr
October 14th, 2008, 5:12 PM
"That put her right out," the first medic commented, rubbing his arm where Ashley had scratched it. He grinned at the older doctor, who was putting up the syringe that he'd used on Ashley.

Sighing at his younger friend, the older medic said, "You should've just told Y6C5 where the Swampert was going. They're going to find out soon anyway. Now what're we going to do with her?"

Shrugging at the first statement, he looked back down at Ashley, considering the question. "I think she was in the fight earlier. Heard another medic saying something about her ribs. I guess we should x-ray her, give her some pain medication, and take her back to her room." His companion nodded in agreement.

Ignoring a Grovyle hybrid that had just walked into the room, they picked her up and carried her into the X-ray Room. After several minutes, the elder medic went to the back room to have the x-rays developed, while the younger kept an eye on Ashley. "Ah.... She's going to be out for a while, isn't she," he asked nervously.

"Nah. I gave her a very light dose. She should be waking up soon," the other called.

"Are you sure that such a go-" He stopped when Ashley moaned and shifted her body slightly. When she opened her eyes, her vision was blurry at first, but it quickly cleared up. Feeling a sharp pain in her arm, she realized what happened.

"You didn't have to knock me out," she said drowsily, sitting up. "I just wanted to know where my friend was going." And I was worried that you might do something to him. The medic stared at her, seemingly unconvinced.

"Go wait outside," he said pointing to the door. "We'll tell you what we found in your x-rays in a little while." His shoulders sagged in relief when she obediently stood up, swayed a little, and walked out the door into the main room, shutting it behind her. When she saw the Grovyle hybrid, she was a little surprised because she'd never seen one around before. There seemed to be something familiar about him, but she couldn't figure out what with her mind still sluggish because of the drug she'd been given.

"Hi there," she said politely. She started to say something else but stopped, her eyes widening. When she could speak again, she muttered, shaking her head repeatedly, "No, it can't be..... There's no way..... It's impossible...."

ANARCHit3cht
October 14th, 2008, 6:08 PM
(OOC:Man, I wish this like it was at the beginning... so nice and active...)

Aiden walked up to the cafeteria and decided to get dinner. He couldn't recognize it as a nameable food but it was the same nasty stuff he had gotten at the training camp. Ugh.. not this again.. He ate it not having any other food. The Hybrid was about two thirds of the way finished and then his neck scruff was grabbed and pulled with a strong force. The pull caused Aiden to fall to the ground. "Ow.. what was that for you B-" he realized that it was a scientist and then stopped not wanting to get in trouble.

The man grunted,"I am a what?" he asked putting an emphasis on the h making it sound like hwat? He proceeded to drag the Pikachu Hybrid along ignoring anything if he had spoken. The hybrid was squiriming around a lot and made it hard to carry him. "Alright you.. punk stop moving.." commanded the scientist.

"No" dared Aiden, I know what you are going to do down there, I love my Pikachu like form. "You had better let go of me now..." He threatened. He gritted his teeth ready to strike the man. "I do not want to be changed also, if you lay a hand on any other hybrid I personally will tear you to shreds.." the man only laughed at his remark. "What is so funny? I will show you your mistake of making me a Hybrid.." he was cut off by a strong blow to the stomach, with the blow Aiden coughed a little of blood. The electrical sacks began to glow on Aiden's cheecks.

"Not this time buddy" he pulled out some sort of powder and sprinkled it on the agressive attacker."That powder is extracted from a Drowzee's disable it is a wonder what science can do.." He got to the basment door,"Alright here is your stop buddy.." he opened and chucked Aiden in like he was weightless.

"Ahhh" he screamed as his face smacked against the ground. I am powerless about to lose my precious form... how on earth... A scientist walked up and injected something knocking him out.


The same scientist dragged him over to a medical cot. "Alright he is here, the Prof. wants him to be weaker pokemon"

"He is already weak.." chimed in a scientist.

"Yes, but he has great potential he could possibly have an outburst that could kill many of us, now you get to your station, you to your station and you over" as he dished out the orders the others moved to respective places. He flipped up a couple of switched, turned a couple of dials and inputted a couple of codes.

At the same time of all that the man who came to him began to attach tubes to Aiden. "Alright, you guys know what to do." he said and all of the other scientist including the one who gave out orders before began doing a little process to contribute to the whole. One scientists doesn't lead, but they all do. One scientist began inputting some more codes and turning more dials. While one entered Aiden's test results 65 Lbs, and 4'2" "Ok, I am all set over here" he hollered. One of the men flipped a final switch and the machine let our a whirring sound. Soon, Aiden was a normal human and they had a normal Pikachu at his side. "Ok I'll take him off to his cage" with that the man picked up the Pokemon and carried him through a door, coming back out with a.. Sneasel. He placed him another cot and put all the tubes on him and entered all his data.

A flip was switched and the machine let out another whirring sound. Aiden's body began to mutate, soon his hair was changed to dark-ish green with specks of lighter green in it. He grew to little feather-ish type things the same color of the Sneasel's red ear. Also the same things grew up and down his left arm. He also had newly designed clothes. A dark green with lighter green and red on it. He also grew taller and appeared to be a year older.



(OOC:He looked something like this: )
http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z64/santiyugi/sneasel.gif

FinalMaster
October 15th, 2008, 1:58 AM
After waiting a little while, Maverick saw Ashley walk out. "Hi there," she said politely. She started to say something else but stopped, her eyes widening. When she spoke again, she muttered, shaking her head repeatedly, "No, it can't be..... There's no way..... It's impossible...."
Maverick was astonished to hear what Ashley had said. Then again, he thought, I guess there is something that must be the same about me… Thinking he was taking a bit longer then he should to reply, he said, “Impossible? Nah. And just in case you think this happened to some other hybrid, and I’m not who I really am, maybe this will help.” After saying that last sentence, he lifted his jumper to reveal all the slashes on his stomach. He continued, “See? I better tell you what happened. By the fact that you’re right near the room that held that tank, I guess you know most of what happened. I was in that tank of water, and then, after a fair bit of time, some Blaziken hybrid who called himself Damon came in and smashed the water tank. I’ve been told by a scientist that I was taken to the basement, where they told me about why they made it off limits.” He paused, catching his breath, then continued. “They were working on a system to stop hybrids from rebelling. However, the very same technology saved my life. The work they were doing supposedly removes all traces of pokemon from a hybrid, stopping them from rebelling. In my case, they remerged me, this time with a Grovyle, as you can plainly see.”

He thought about something, and then said, “Hang on a second, I think we could use this to our advantage… Let’s give Rowan the surprise of his life!”

OOC: Hey, Slytherfang, you still haven't changed the first post. It still says, 'reserved for Goulerbot'!

Gamekrazy
October 15th, 2008, 1:10 PM
Pain.

Jiro's eyes shot open as he immediately brought his hands over his abdomen, which burned like you cant imagine. Jiro cried out in distress as he fell to his knees. His gaze averted to the ground, he noticed that he was kneeling in a puddle of something.

Blue Paint.

Quickly bringing his tail around to get a good look at it, he could see the blue fluids were literally pouring from its tip. Now that he thought about it, he could feel the liquid descending down his tail. He never could before.

H... how could this happen! He franticly thought to himself I... They drained me!

"So, this ones here for medical reasons as well?" A voice said. For the first time, Jiro looked up, and noticed he was no longer in the room he had started out in, but instead in some type of glass tube within a very dim room. Jiro could see very little past the confines of his glass prison other then two Scientists, one of which had just spoken to a person who Jiro recognized to be his doctor from earlier.

"Partially." The doctor responded. "It seems the treatment plan we had worked out for him failed. His body took the sudden loss of his paint and saw it as a problem, and focused most of his energy twords paint production. His body hasn't stopped though, and the overproduction is putting a massive strain on his artisan sack, which will ultimately lead to what we were trying to prevent."

T... they mean... Its going to burst anyway...? Jiro thought, eyes widening. No wonder his abdomen ached, and no wonder he had been so groggy on the way to his room!

"Thats not the only reason why hes here though." The doctor continued, grabbing the poor smeargle-hybrids attention once again. "His battle simulation records have been off the charts. The fact that he knows a wide array of moves from several different pokemon gives him quite a good deal of potential... sadly, he seems to lack the self-confidence to make good use of that potential. Were thinking of merging him with a more agressive type of pokemon, to promote some offensive improvement. Pity too. Hes one of our most compliant experiments too... even if he had access to his full potential, we doubt he would use it against us..."

Jiro slumped against the back of his test-tube. They were thinking of merging him with something more aggressive? He wondered exactly what they meant, though he had a fairly good idea he already knew fully well. He sighed to himself. The Scientists left the room, apparently having something else to do before they got around to doing whatever exactly it was they planned to do to him. Still clutching his abdomen (though he had partially forgotten about the pain at this point) he stared at his reflection in the puddle of his paint. Why exactly did he let them continue to manipulate him like this?

Gumshoe Satyr
October 15th, 2008, 7:25 PM
The Grovyle hybrid seemed shocked by Ashley's words and didn't seem to know what to say. After what seemed an eternity, he said, “Impossible? Nah. And just in case you think this happened to some other hybrid, and I’m not who I really am, maybe this will help.” Lifting his shirt, he showed her slashes on his stomach. She gasped, realizing that he'd been in the fight in the dining area.

It can't be, can it? They have slightly different smells since they are different Pokemon hybrids, but something deeper smells the same. Same color eyes and voice, too. That's also where he was hurt....

Her ears perked up slightly as the Grovyle continued, "“See? I better tell you what happened. By the fact that you’re right near the room that held that tank, I guess you know most of what happened. I was in that tank of water, and then, after a fair bit of time, some Blaziken hybrid who called himself Damon came in and smashed the water tank. I’ve been told by a scientist that I was taken to the basement, where they told me about why they made it off limits.” He paused to take a breath. “They were working on a system to stop hybrids from rebelling. However, the very same technology saved my life. The work they were doing supposedly removes all traces of pokemon from a hybrid, stopping them from rebelling. In my case, they remerged me, this time with a Grovyle, as you can plainly see.”

By the time Grovyle hybrid stopped to think, Ashley's mind was whirling. How can he be so calm about it. Sure, it saved his life, but his life will never be the same.... She reminded herself that he was still a kid and that he was probably pretty adaptable because of it. She heard his suggestion about using this to their advantage and giving Rowan a big surprise, but for now, all the fight had gone out of Ashley. At any other time she probably would've even enjoyed getting back at Rowan for hurting so many people, but now she had much to think about.

She'd never even considered that the merging process could be reversed, although the thought of returning to a human after eleven years as a hybrid frightened her a little. Sure, she wished sometimes that she looked more human, but she felt that her Pokemon side was as much a part of her as her human side.

On the other hand, maybe the scientists could find a way to make her look more human. She doubted they would, though, especially after today and the fact that they were trying to make it harder for the hybrids to rebell. She wondered how the others were feeling about this and how many had already been changed.

Focusing back on who she now figured was Mav, she said, "Maybe after I get something to eat, Mav. I didn't get any breakfast." She had a lot of questions she wanted to ask him but decided not to, at least for now.

Yrie
October 16th, 2008, 12:39 PM
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Okay, these people will no longer be participating in this RP


The Silent Pidgeot
Reason Given: It has been forever since you first applied, and yet you have not completed your sign up. You should have been kicked quite a while ago, though I was told you were booted out for a while and allowed you some time. It has, however, been too long by now, and you are again booted out for a while. I will not be extending your time any further, as it would be near impossible to catch up by now.

Willoweon
Reason Given:
You have shown very little activity on this thread, to the point where you have stopped posting altogether, and you have not notified me of your absence.

Zore
Reason Given: Same as for Willoweon. You have also shown very little activity on this thread, to the point where you have stopped posting altogether, and you also have not notified me of your absence.


Lusankya- True, it was short, but it doesn't go below limitations, so its okay.


Gamekrazy- Poor Jiro! It must be awful for him to have his paint drained.
Great post.


namora- You're doing very well both length wise, and with Ashley's development as a character.


Lostt- Your post could be more detailed and discriptive, but I'll let it slide, as it was pretty good.


Goulerbot- Again I'm not sure how I should respond, exactly, but it was a good post nevertheless. I just can't figure out what I should say about it.


Gamekrazy- Again you're doing a great job describing what Jiro is going through. It sounds as if the scientists don't know what they're doing! (It's kind of funny thinking about it though.)


namora (again)- Ashley's surprise in finding out about Maverick is one of the things you depict well, keep it up.

Eucliffe
October 16th, 2008, 2:51 PM
Heya! I'm gonna sign up now, since that's alright ^^'


Name: Gale
Age: 14
Gender: Girl
Pokemon: Glaceon
Scientific Designation: XDG-D666


Appearance: Gale usually wears a white t-shirt, green camo pants, and black slip-ons. As for her appearance overall, she has icy-blue eyes, long blonder hair, and a Glaceon tail sticking out (she had to cut a hole in any pair of pants she wore). To look even more Glaceon-like, Gale made a hat resembling the forehead of Glaceon, ears and all.
Personality: Gale is quiet and shy, and remains calm in most situations. However, if pushed enough, her personality changes completely. Gale becomes completely all-out and violent, and will hardly spare anyone's life at all if she had enough power to kill.
History: To tell the truth, Gale really doesn't know if she had any parents or not. She was abandoned at birth, and ended up in the worst orphanage in town. Before she was taken in by the scientists, she had one special friend named Colin. However, Colin wasn't chosen by the scientists like Gale was, so she never got to see him again. She worries he may consider her a "freak" nowadays.
Anything Extra: Gale is a pretty good singer, and usually her singing calms others
RP Sample: Well, I know you've seen me post a bit in "The Second Coming" by Pink_Lopunny, but if you want me to post an example from there, that'll do.

Thanks for letting me be an exception ^^ I promise I'll try and stay active. And I do let RP owners know when I'm gonna be gone, so...

Yrie
October 16th, 2008, 3:19 PM
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Pikataro- A little on the short side, but we did lose three people, and I'm sure you can roleplay well enough to fit the roleplay's standards, so you're Accepted

Eucliffe
October 16th, 2008, 3:21 PM
'K. I'm glad it wasn't TOO short, to tell the truth ^^' But thanks for accepting me.

Anyhow, if you can, a recap of what's happened would be nice. Otherwise, I can skim through the posts ^^

Yrie
October 16th, 2008, 3:42 PM
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Yeah, that might be a good idea, since it would be hard to skim 100 or so posts.

Okay, the roleplay runs by days (mentioned in the first post)
So far, there have been two days (third day starting soon, yeah I know, I take forever). Info on those days are posted on page 1 and page 5.

Here's the info for Day 1

MONDAY, JULY 16th

Okay, here's what's going on today:

-The battle arena will be open after being closed for a week for cleaning and repairs. New features have been added, there is better lighting, more advanced battle dummies which have been programmed to move in order to prove more of a challenge to defeat.

- Bi-annual physical checkups! That's what they call it at the lab, sounds exciting right? You'll undergo a series of tests similar to ones at the doctors office. You will have your blood pressure taken, as well as temperature, height, weight, all that stuff.

- There's a strange experiment going on in the basement, from the talk you've heard about it, it sounds extremely dangerous, do you go down to the basement to check it out?

-Its another day, another chance to escape...


And Day 2
Tuesday, July 17th

-Whew! Physicals are over for six months. That’s a good thing for most people.

-A beautiful park-like structure is being constructed inside a glass dome with a ceiling that mimics the sky of the outside world is being built. It will include a large pool made to look like a pond, real plants, artificial bird pokemon that fly across the ceiling every few minutes, the sound of running water and birdsong in the background, and benches and seating. Its designed to be a place for the hybrids to hang out.

-The mysterious experiment in the basement continues, steam can occasionally be seen seeping under the very small crack beneath the door, meanwhile, scientists in white masks covering their entire face with slits for their eyes and mouth exit the basement on a regular basis, though they move about discreetly and return to the basement within several minutes. There are some screams coming from the basement as well.

-A male tyranitar hybrid named Rowan has recently been bullying anyone smaller or weaker than him, which is almost everybody. He has a group of friends who follow his lead, and due to his reputation, many hybrids do exactly what they want, people have battled him before, only to be taken out of the arena in such bad condition that they must be admitted into the hospital wing of the laboratory for a minimum of around four days. No one dares to challenge or oppose him these days, but he’s always there, waiting for someone else to come and battle him just so that he can defeat them with his sheer strength.


The rest RP'ers make up much of the whole story, you just have to incorporate what's happening that day into the posts.

It likely won't be too difficult to fit in, you could start with a vague outline of the previous days, though I'll start a new day here so you (and everyone else) has a chance to start fresh again.


Day 3
Wednesday, July 18th

Here's what's going on


-The construction of the courtyard continues...


-The secret of the basement is finally out, though it has been retold so many times that the truth has been warped. There are now tales of torture and experimental testing using hybrids as lab rats circling around.


-Rowan, the Tyranitar hybrid, has been remerged with a Pachirisu, as the Scientists feared he was becoming too reckless and powerful, being able to severely injure the other hybrids. You might have been one of those he picked on. His friend, Spencer, the Salamence Hybrid, who used to be one of the top hybrids in his group, has also been remerged with a Jigglypuff, and one that can't sing, to top that. The rest of the group have remained the same, though they have fallen apart without Rowan (who they no longer obey and take orders from) and are going off on their own terrorizing hybrids.

-Serena, an Altaria hybrid, has disappeared. Could it be that she has managed to escape?

Eucliffe
October 16th, 2008, 4:04 PM
(Thanks so much! Hopefully my post won't be too short. If you want it to be longer, just let me know. ^^)

Day 1 Review (Gale's POV; She's thinking about it).

Day one. The arena reopened, so I decided to check it out. It seemed OK and all, but I had decided it would be best to wait on that for a while. After all, it was fun just to watch others battle against each other or dummies. I'd rather see what everyone else is capable of, so I know what I could learn myself.

The check-ups weren't very fun, though. I really found it a pain in the neck going through all those procedures. My blood pressure, my height, weight (they better have kept that confidential!), all that stuff... It's really unnecessary, in my opinion, but these guys have no heart. I suppose I can't understand that.

The strange experiment in the basement. Nothing peculiar, I'd assume. I decided not to go down there, for risk of being punished by the scientists. But, I had heard rumors from those who HAD gone down there... I really don't know whether to believe them or not...

Day One was an interesting day, and tomorrow might even be more interesting...

Day 2

That Tyranitar, what a bully! And his followers, they've fallen under peer pressure! I feel sorrow for them, even though I probably shouldn't. After all, it is their choice after all. Such weak hearts these others have!

And the experiment sounds like it's getting more interesting. Although I decided not to check it out again, it's still fun to listen to the rumors! Now, here I sit, peacefully in this garden. It's an OK day, I guess, I really can't say... Gale got up, and began walking over towards the flowers. Her favorites were roses, as they had such an exquisite scent to them. She sighed and looked up, watching the artificial bird Pokemon fly around.

"This isn't really all necessary now, is it?" Gale thought out loud. "After all, why show such artificial things when we'll never get to see them in reality?" She closed her eyes, trying to recall her memories of when she was with Colin. But nothing. I really did lose it all, didn't I? she wondered. She opened her eyes again, and walked back to her spot. She sat down again, and prepared to take a nap.

(Hope it's a good starter post ^^')

Sublime
October 16th, 2008, 4:21 PM
Name: Darren
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Pokemon: Gengar
Scientific Designation: AG1-O628

Apperance: Darren has the whole Goth Look going on. Tripp pants, black shirt, black shoes, spiked bracelets, the works. His hair is long and pushed to one side so it covers his right eye. His eyes are a frightening dark red, mainly from the Gengar DNA he had. The other traits from the Gengar were weird spike like protrusions from his back, about seven inches long. Another "gift" from the Gengar was the fact that the bottom half of Darren's body was partly transparent. You could still see his legs and all, but they were obvioulsy see-through. One odd thing Darren got from the Gengar was an abnormally long tongue. It's not like Lickitung long, but it's longer than your average tongue.

Personality: Darren keeps to himself mostly. He has been called "Emo" or "Goth" by many people. He has a very violent and troublesome adittude, but that side of him barely ever shows it's ugly face. If you can somehow actually manage to connect with Darren you'll find that, deep-down inside, he is a caring, nice induvidual. But most people never made it past his outer shell of personality; thus, no one knows ok his kind, gentle self.


History: Darren was stolen from his orphanage at the age of one, but even in his infintile years he was a trouble maker. It seems pretty far-fetched that a one year old can cause alot of ruckus, but its very possible. He would scream all hours of the night, waking the other orphans. During his meals he would never eat, but instead throw the food and drink about; causing chaos within the kitchen area. During recreational time he would always be so violent with the toys; wether it was gnawing on the doll's head or throwing building blocks at his fellow orphans. That trouble making adittude has followed him all throughout his history.


Anything Extra: Darren can become completely invisible when need be. And like any Gengar, his licks can cause paralysis.


RP Sample: I can't get you one right now, as I am on my Wii [you can't copypasta on here >_<]. But I promise I will get one soon.

FinalMaster
October 17th, 2008, 3:04 AM
Maverick stood there, waiting for Ashley to reply. She had obviously been in deep thought, so Maverick decided not to interrupt her. After a while, she said,
"Maybe after I get something to eat, Mav. I didn't get any breakfast." Maverick considered this, and understood. He hadn’t had anything to eat, either. He decided that it was a reasonable statement. He spoke up, saying, “Yeah, I suppose your right. I didn’t have anything either, so maybe later. I’m gonna get some rest, to.” With that, he promptly headed off to his dorm without a thought. He lay down on his bed, thinking. “Ashley seemed surprised about how well I’m taking this...” he murmured. He tried to get to sleep, and about ten minutes later, he drifted off.

He was awoken after a while, in a rude fashion, with rude in this case being woken up by an extremely noisy Loudred hybrid. “GET UP, YOU! I DON’T MAKE ROUNDS OF THE THIRD FLOOR FOR NOTHING, YOU KNOW!” Maverick rolled over in his bed, and shoved his pillow over his head. He knew that painfully loud voice. The hybrid to whom it belonged normally made rounds of the third floor like this. Maverick had been puzzled when, a week ago, the hybrid stopped his routine. Those were some of the best days he’d had for months. Maverick dreaded the inevitable return of that Loudred hybrid.
“I’M WARNING YOU! YOU’RE GONNA MISS A CHANCE TO EAT IF YOU DON’T HURRY UP!” Maverick slowly turned over again, groaned, and said, “Maybe if you go away!” It was hard talking to this guy. He always assumed that he was talking normally, and everyone else was mumbling. “SORRY!? SPEAK UP A LITTLE! I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” There he went again. “I said, I’ll do it if you leave me alone!” And when he wasn’t like he was acting now, he always said that everyone else was louder then him, which is of course nonsense. “FINE, FINE, I SUPPOSE I CAN LIVE WITH IT.” With that, the Loudred hybrid exited Maverick’s room. Maverick checked the time. “Hmmm… I suppose I could go look and see if there’s anything new around the place until the it’s time for dinner.” He mumbled to himself.

While wondering around the complex, Maverick found what appeared to be a poster. Hmm... A dome that’s meant to resemble the outside world… when it opens I better check for cameras. He continued walking, and stopped outside the door to the basement. Curiously, he heard voices, not just the usual scream. "So, this ones here for medical reasons as well?" A voice said. Maverick leaned in closer to the door. He could tell this was not ordinary. "Partially. It seems the treatment plan we had worked out for him failed. His body took the sudden loss of his paint and saw it as a problem, and focused most of his energy towards paint production. His body hasn't stopped though, and the overproduction is putting a massive strain on his artisan sack, which will ultimately lead to what we were trying to prevent." Hang on... paint!? That could mean only one thing…this is Jiro they’re talking about! But what exactly are they trying to prevent? "That’s not the only reason why he’s here though." The doctor continued, "His battle simulation records have been off the charts. The fact that he knows a wide array of moves from several different pokemon gives him quite a good deal of potential... sadly, he seems to lack the self-confidence to make good use of that potential. We were thinking of merging him with a more aggressive type of pokemon, to promote some offensive improvement. Pity too. He’s one of our most compliant experiments too... even if he had access to his full potential, we doubt he would use it against us..." “Alright, that seems a bit different to what I was expecting…” “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? ARE YOU PLANNING ON EXPLORING THE BASEMENT!? I’M AFRAID THAT’S NOT ALLOWED, YOU KNOW!” Maverick sighed. It seemed from now on he would never be able to eavesdrop on what was going on in the basement, which would make it harder for him. A lot harder. Maverick replied in a hushed tone, “No, you! This is a much easier way of finding out what’s going on down there!” In reality, Maverick obviously already knew, but it was his best chance of getting rid of this super loud weirdo. “WELL, YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TO BE A LOT QUIETER THEN THAT TO GET AWAY WITH IT!” Maverick grinned, and then replied, “A deaf person could hear you over the noise of an explosion! You’re the exact opposite of a quiet person!” To this, the annoying Loudred shouted, “WELL, BE A BIT QUIETER, THEN. I CAN PRACTICALLY HEAR A SCIENTIST CLIMBING UP THE STEPS!” Maverick put his head up to the door again, and heard, surprisingly, the sound of footsteps going up a flight of stairs. “Run!” Maverick shouted, in a panic. “NO WAY! WE CAN HOLD OUR OWN AGAINST THEM! THEY’RE JUST SCIENTISTS!” Maverick went into panic mode. “Alright, but it’s your fault if you get caught! Mark my words, that place is deadly! If you want to live, run!” With that, he fled for his life, heading strait for the dining hall.He really wished that hybrid would quiet down sometimes. He could have been caught! When he reached the dining room, he sat down to eat his food, which tonight was just some sort of shapeless blob. Maverick wondered how this stuff passed for food! Man, these past few days have been interesting. I wonder what’s in store tomorrow?

OOC:wow, definetly one of my longer posts. This one took three days to write!

Yrie
October 17th, 2008, 5:35 PM
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Armyguy0628- I'd say you were accepted, 'cause I had made an exception for you and Pika, but I need the RP Sample before I'm definite (yes, I shall read through it and scrutinize every word with a magnifying glass)

Pikataro- There's a lot of room for improvement, not to be mean or anything, but overall, its acceptable for me, being a rather lenient person.

Goulerbot- Good post! Yes, it is beyond your normal length, nothing wrong about it being longer though :)

Eucliffe
October 17th, 2008, 5:38 PM
(Heh. I promise to do a lot better. It was kinda hard for me to post with a flashback and all. I couldn't figure out how to do it really, so I just did the best I could. ^^')

Sublime
October 17th, 2008, 5:38 PM
got it!

RP sample:

The sunlight shone throughout the window and onto Dom's face. His appearace has changed since the Everyblast. He has a slight stubble around his chin and upper lip. The light that was shining in his eye made him stir in his bed. He yanked the covers above his head in a desperate attempt to get back to sleep.

In the three years that passed Dom had ammased a good sum of money from Gym battles and mini-tourneys. He used that money to revamp his house in Lavender Town. It was now a nice, quiet, two-story house on the outskirts of town.

Dom's pokemon were all downstairs. Farfetch'd was eating its breakfast. Machamp, Poliwrath and Ursaring were in the Training Room. Gengar and Marowak were watching TV. And Dragonite and Arcanine were outside, enjoying the fresh air.

After a few moments under the covers, Dom got out of bed and stretched. He headed downstairs and poured himself a bowl of cereal. He patted Farfetch'd on the head and headed into the living room.

Gengar and Marowak were watching their usual Staurday morning cartoons. That is, until Dom changed it to the news. the two yelled at Dom then slumped off outside with Dragonite and Arcanine.

"Heh, there just like kids.." Dom said to himself as he sipped his coffee. He sat back and ate his cereal, until something caught his eye.

It was a reporter on the news, they were mentioning something about a Grand Pokemon Tourney. "This Tourney is available to anyone and everyone that has gained at least 8 Gym Badges from any reigon!" The reporter said.

Dom changed his gaze form the TV to a plaque on his mantle. It was a luxurious clear box, with 8 small broache-like objects resting inside. Those were his 8 Gym badges.

Dom walked over to the plaque and thought to himself for a moment or two. Man, it's been so long since I've won these badges. Well, looks like there finnaly going to good use!

He removed the badges and pinned them into his inner jacket. He headed into the kitchen and got Farfetch'd, then to the Training Room to get Machamp, Ursaring and Poliwrath.

With those 4 he headed outside to get his other 4 pokemon. "Well guys, i can only take 6 of you with me. It was hard for me to choose, but Marowak and Ursaring, you guys have to stay here with my Grandparents. Ok?" Dom said.

The two nodded and headed off into town, towards Dom's Grandparent's house.

"Well guys, lets shove off!"

Yrie
October 17th, 2008, 5:42 PM
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Pikataro-Understood, it's hard to do a flashback (the memoir for English class I had to write was torture, and I love writing, so that's saying a lot.)

ArmyGuy0628- I've finished scrutinizing every word with a magnifying glass, pasted it onto Microsoft Word, in fact, to check spelling. You had virtually no spelling errors, save for pokemon names, which the computer doesn't recognize, besides that it was pretty good. You're Accepted!

Sublime
October 17th, 2008, 5:45 PM
((thanks! my only spelling errors tend to be when i type fast. i even looked over it, but no mispelled pokemon names caught my eye. which one was it?))

Gumshoe Satyr
October 17th, 2008, 7:17 PM
After saying that he was going to get some rest, Mav promptly left the medical room, leaving Ashley to wait around and think about what she'd just found out. Only a few minutes later, the younger doctor-who was slightly frightened to be around her now- came into the room with her diagnosis.

Eyeing her nervously he quickly muttered, "The ribs on your right side are indeed bruised so we'll going to give you some pain pills to take for a couple of weeks." Nodding affirmatively, she waited for him to continue. "Normally, it'd probably take about three weeks to heal completely, but since hybrid bodies are much stronger than human bodies, you should be healed in half the time at the earliest. You probably shouldn't try any of your attacks, especially your fire and smog attacks until then." With his eyes darting around and his body constantly shifting, he seemed anxious for Ashley to leave.

"I understand, and I'll be careful." Smiling apologetically, she added, "I'm really sorry about what happened earlier. I was just really worried about what was going to happen to my friend. It won't happen again." Turning around to walk out, she paused when he muttered, "Fine. See that it won't." When she heard the door to the x-ray room shut behind her, she shrugged and left the medical area and started heading for the cafeteria but decided that she needed some rest first.

After a short nap, she was rudely awakened by a Loudred hybrid. “GET UP, YOU! I DON’T MAKE ROUNDS OF THE THIRD FLOOR FOR NOTHING, YOU KNOW!” With his voice painfully loud for hybrids with normal hearing, the guy's voice felt so loud to Ashley that she was surprised that her ears didn't start bleeding. She practically jumped five feet up in the air from a laying position, landing on the floor beside her bed. "I'm up. I'm up," she groaned, picking herself painfully off the floor. After this, she'd definitely need the pain medication. “What was that?! Geez, you people mumble a lot! You're as nervous as a Glameow, too!" Wincing as every word slammed into her sensitive eardrums, she covered her ears and yelled, "I said I'm UP!"

Before he could say another painful word, she hurried out of the room and took a quick shower, putting on some fresh clothes when she was done. At least I don't smell like that Rydon hybrid anymore.... Hope those pain pills help with headaches. I need it after my 'wake-up call.' After eating-and barely stomaching-a shapeless blob that only slightly resembled food, she took a couple of the pain pills with a glass of water. Dragging herself back to her room, she tumbled into the bed to sleep the rest of the night away.

Eucliffe
October 17th, 2008, 7:29 PM
Deciding it was best not to stay in the garden for fear of falling asleep without warning, Gale headed towards the hospital wing. As she walked towards it, she could hear noises coming from all directions. Strange experimenting sounds from various labs, cries of hybrids that were moving ever so swiftly to and fro, and the tiny pitter-patter of footsteps, sweeping across the cold, hard floor. Gale winced in pain at the many sounds, and looked at the entrance to the hospital wing.

Do I dare enter? She pondered the thought of catching a disease from any sick hybrid, but decided to enter anyway. As soon as she did, she was startled by the voice of a Loudred hybrid.

"HEY! YOU! YEAH, YOU!" the hybrid motioned to Gale. "WHAT ARE YOU HERE FOR???" Gale covered her ears as the Loudred boomed his words.

"I'm here to see some of the bed-ridden hybrids. I really haven't talked to anyone, and I'd like to start here, as this is the quietest place," Gale explained. "Or so I thought it was..." she muttered under her breath.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" The Loudred hybrid scowled. Gale shook her head, trying to indicate that she had said nothing, and the hybrid, snarling at her, walked away from her, leaving her to find someone to talk to.

Many hybrids seemed to be greatly injured. Probably because of that Tyranitar or because of the arena, Gale thought. Every so often, she'd stop in front of another hybrid's bed, but they were usually unconscious, so it was pointless trying to converse with them.

"Wonder if there's anyone to talk to at all here..." Gale sighed. "I thought it would be a lot easier, but I guess not..."

Lusankya
October 18th, 2008, 4:59 AM
Kite wandered through the complex, finally stopping at a location where the dome that would eventually become the courtyard was constructed. Workers swarmed over the structure, moving steel and other materials, while others were bringing in heavy materials into the half-completed dome. The fact that the scientists would have such a thing built was confusing to him. He had always assumed they didn't care for their well-being, as long as they were alive and healthy (and ready for any tests) they were perfectly content to let them live the way they did. But the construction of what was essentially a playground meant that they really cared. That is, if the playground was exactly what it appeared to be. Kite couldn't rule out the possibility of some darker, more sinister purpose to the courtyard. Maybe it was just to help them investigate hybrids in a more natural habitat, in which case it was a completely scientific construction. Or maybe it was to help placate the hybrids and make them less wanting to break out. If they already had their own mini-world, then maybe they wouldn't want the real thing.

Kite debated endlessly with himself about the true nature of the scientists running the project. But he got nowhere, instead just exploring a list of interesting possibilities, but there was no way to know which one was true. He crossed his arms across his chest, the chains clinking against each other. He was taking the leftover chains in his room and trying to forge a kind of three-fingered claw out of them, to attach to the ends of the one he used as weapons. It was hard work; changing the shape of metal was the hardest thing he could do with his magnetic powers. But it might pay off greatly. Even though rumor had it Rowan and Spencer had been remerged with harmless Pokemon due to concerns about their bullying, his gang was still wandering the halls. Even though Kite reckoned he could take them on individually, it wouldn't hurt to have some extra help. He also wondered if he should go and give Rowan some payback, but that idea never got too far. He hadn't seen Rowan since the fight, and although everyone was saying the rumor, he didn't know if it was true or not. Same with the rumor of what was going on in the basement. Remerging hybrids. Strange though. Were the scientists just testing out some newfound power, or were they running out of orphans to kidnap? Kite had heard about half a dozen versions of the same story, some saying that these remerged people were going to be released into the outside world, others saying that they were killed. Most versions just put them as being released back into the complex, although there was supposedly a lot of torture and pain involved. Kite doubted the scientists would torture hybrids for the sake or torturing them, but maybe it was to measure their physical and mental endurance as opposed to humans?

He decided to head to the medical wing to see if Ashley or Maverick were all better yet. There was a third rumor, of Serena, an Altaria hybrid, having escaped the facility. Kite did no know Serena well, she was a bouncy, floaty kind of person, anathema to Kite's own preferences. It was true she had mysteriously vanished. But had she escaped? Kite doubted it. If she had, there was sure to be some kind of retribution from the scientists, and there had been no signs of that. Yes, it was all such a peculiar business.

He walked into the medical wing. There was no sign of Ashley or Maverick, and the only concious person in the room besides himself and some non-hybrids was a girl with a Glaceon-esque tail and a hat looking like the head of a Glaceon. Why anyone would try and look more like a Pokemon was beyond him, but maybe she just liked how Glaceon looked. They were quite beautiful creatures.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???"

Kite glanced around. There was a Loudred hybrid shouting at him.

"YEAH, YOU!!!" the hybrid stalked over.

"Shut up," Kite growled at the Loudred hybrid.

"WHAT? SPEAK UP!!!" The blast of sound made Kite's ears ring, but he made no motion to reveal so.

"I said, SHUT UP!" he yelled at the hybrid, his eyes glaring and his mouth a fierce frown.

The hybrid glared at Kite for a few seconds, then stomped off to annoy some other people.

Kite shook his head and walked further into the building, the chains wrapped around his limbs clinking as he did so. People like that he just wanted to pick up and shake until they figured out what they were doing wrong.

Sublime
October 21st, 2008, 3:42 PM
Day 1 Overview. Darren's POV.

The arena reopened today, not like I'll be visiting it anytime soon. Some of the tougher hybrids have been excited about the reopening. I might check it out sometime, just to show those bigger hybrid what I can do. Nothing wrong with a little showing off, right?

Psysicals were today. I weighed in at around 89 lbs.; thanks to my Gengar attributes. They also said i was about 5' 11" tall. I had a small chuckle at them trying to test my reflexes; I would mess with them and make my leg transparent as the hammer came down.

I heard from word around the institute of strange experiments going on in the basement. Very dangerous experiments. I was intruiged to check it out, but I never did.

Day 2 Overview. Darren's POV.

I saw construction on a park-like dome underway. Great, just what I need; artificial sunlight and interaction with other hybrids.

I saw a few masked men exiting the basement. I tried following back in transparently to no avail. I was caught and sent back to my bunk. I wonder wonder what is going on in there....

That Tyranitar hybrid, Rowan I think his name is, has been getting on my last nerve. He refuses to call me by my real name and instead calls me "Spook". It annoys me to no end.

But of course, I can't let him know that. Everytime he tries to mess with me, I just pass right though him; sending chills down his spine.

Day 3. Third-Person POV.

Darren was awoken this morning by a rather loud-mouth Loudred hybrid.

"GET UP, YOU! I DON’T MAKE ROUNDS OF THE THIRD FLOOR FOR NOTHING, YOU KNOW!” It bellowed through the halls.

"Ughh." Darren moaned, crawling out of bed.

"WHAT WAS THAT? QUIT MUBMLING!!" The Loudred screamed.

"All I did was moan." Darren said softly, walking out of the room.

"WHAT?! I SAID SPEAK UP!!" The Loudred boomed again.

"ALL I DID WAS MOAN!! JESUS!" Darren yelled back at the hybrid. Darren isn't much of a morning person. Heck, he isn't a life person.

Darren stumbled off into the hallway when he saw Roawn and his lackeys in their new bodies.

He gave a small smirk and continued on.

((sorry it took so long to make my first post >_<))

Gumshoe Satyr
October 21st, 2008, 7:02 PM
The next morning, Ashley was awakened by yelling going on in the room next to her. Quickly getting dressed, she hoped to avoid the Loudred hybrid's "friendly" wake-up call. Before she went out, she grabbed Aiden's notebook from under her bed so she could finally return it to him.

Just as she exited her room, the Loudred spotted her and boomed, "HEY, ASHLEY! THE SCIENTISTS HEARD ABOUT YOU FALLING OUT OF BED LAST NIGHT, AND THEY WANT YOU TO HEAD TO THE MEDICAL WING TO MAKE SURE YOU DIDN'T HURT YOUR RIBS ANYMORE!" Wincing at the fresh, pounding headache the shout was giving her, she quickly nodded, knowing that he probably wouldn't understand her words. Oh, great! I bet it was ol' big-mouth here who tipped them off. He wouldn't be able to keep a secret even if his life depended on it!

Sighing, she walked over to the hospital wing, stopping at the dining area long enough eat an apple and to see if Aiden was there. He wasn't, so she left, disappointed. When she reached the hospital wing, she was slightly surprised but glad to see Kite there. There was also a Glaceon hybrid, but Ashley had a little bit of trouble remembering what her name was because it'd been so long since she'd seen her last.

Is it Bell or does it rhyme with bell? Vale? Zale? Is Zale even a name? She decided to talk to Kite until the name came to her. "Hi, Kite. How's it going? Did you hear about what happened to Mav? He's a little more..... green than he used to be...." She waited to see his reaction.

Gamekrazy
October 22nd, 2008, 6:01 AM
Jiro groaned as he slowly began to wake up. After a while of waiting for the scientists to come back, he had dozed off once again, the overproduction of paint draining him of energy, causing him to fall asleep. Now he had no idea what was going on. How long had he been out? Where was he now? And where had his clothes gone?

As far as he could tell, Jiro was no longer in the glass tube he had been in before. Now, he was in a darker, metallic chamber, only a small circular window provided him with light, and still that was not much, seeing as the outside room was still dimly-lit. He was no longer in his normal hybrid attire, the scientists apparently stripping him down to nothing as he had slept, and he felt even more lethargic (if that was possible) then he had before, coming to the conclusion that some type of drugs were most likely running through his system. Because he no longer felt the pain in his abdomen, yet his tail was still streaming paint like crazy, he guessed it was some type of pain killer.

Staggering to his feet, Jiro felt around for a possible way out of his new prison, eventually finding a seam in the wall, however no door handle was present. It appeared he was sealed within this machine, the door only openable from the outside. He was about to take a look through the small circular window to see what exactly was going on, when a large whurring sound resounded through his chamber. Whatever type of machine he was inside was now powering on. He felt a wave of invisible energy flow through him, once, twice, three times, increasing interval speed until it was one constant flow of energy throughout his body.

Then the pain came. It didn't matter how much drugs they had administered to his body, it was impossible to mask the pain of your DNA, the very structure of your being, slowly being torn apart. Jiro cried out as his body was deconstructed, his face becoming less of a muzzle, molding more into a human head, his ears shrinking back down to normal human-size as well. Slowly, the fur on his body began to retract inwards, eventually leaving him with bare skin. He writhed in pain as the changes were happening to him, inside his organs were being re-arranged back into what they should be, and long, messy, blonde hair began to grow out of his head. However, the physical pain was nothing compared to the pain he felt shooting through his heart. Something very dear to him was being taken away.

His tail was the last thing to go. It had stopped the flow of paint once his artisan sack had been removed from his body, and now Jiro felt a searing pain from his rear end as it began to retract into his body altogether. Like a noodle, his tail was pulled all the way into him, and vanished, leaving only a slight bit of extra tail bone, but not enough that someone would be able to notice there had been something there before.

The whurring slowed to a stop, and Jiro felt whatever energy had been flowing through him cease. Gasping for air, he held onto one of the sides of the machine for support as he tried to regain his composure. He looked over himself, at his new (or old, depending on how you looked at it) human form. He saw his face in the reflection of what amount of paint had seeped out of his body earlier. This wasn't right. This wasn't him. Jiro slowly got to his feet and gazed out the small window he had attempted to look through earlier, placing his ear to the door to hear a bit clearer, and certianly not pleased with what he heard or saw...

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Jiro's smeargle half cowered in fear as the door to his own pod was opened and the scientists yanked him out, looking over him to see if anything had gone wrong.

"Everything seems to have been a sucess." One said.

"So It seems. Has the new pokemon to merge him with been picked yet?" Said another.

"Not yet." The first one replied "But we should have it within a couple of hours. What do we do with this mutt though?" He said, shaking the small painter pokemon in his hand.

"Without being merged with a human, he is pathetically weak." The other scientist said. "We have no more use for him. Put him down."

Both Jiro's hearts nearly stopped as they heard these words. And they thought simultaniously:

Put... Down?

Yrie
October 22nd, 2008, 11:39 AM
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namora- Good post(s)! I've always liked Ashley's character, great job with the Loudred.

Lusankya- Good job with the post...as always.

Armyguy0628- Bit on the short side (each section, which each picture one day, I mean), but because its kind of hard to keep up with events that's already passed, I'll let it slide. Next posts should be a bit longer as they only focus on one day.

Gamekrazy- Everything I could have asked for. Great suspense in that one!

Jaydin Knight
October 22nd, 2008, 1:59 PM
He awoke with a start, gasping and sweating heavily. A few minutes passed by before Jasper was fully aware of his surroundings. The Umbreon shuddered for a moment, remembering what had happened the night before...

What are they...doing? What's that? Ohh! were Jasper's first thoughts as he awoke. He was sprawled on the lush, soft green grass and the feel of it on his bare back was...wonderful! Simply wonderful. Jasper had been dressed down to his boxers and the night air tickled him - Jasper shivered. But still, the air was so...fresh! So rich! He breathed it in deeply and closed his eyes blissfully. But his peace was not to last.
"It's awake!" cried a loud voice and a bundle of scientists flocked to stand around him. Jasper began to growl, and started coughing and choking instead. Someone - he didn't see who - released a Machamp and Jasper stared, uncomphrenhending. With a vicious grin, the Machamp pinned Jasper down. Jasper let out a fierce yowl, but the Machamp held firm. So great was the Machamp's strength, Jasper could not move his limbs.
"Moonlight!" ordered a cold, hard voice. "Use Moonlight." And it was then Jasper saw the true source of all his adoration and strength. The beautiful moon hung high above him.
"Mother Moon," he whispered, hardly believing it was real. That this was actually happening. "Beautiful." Jasper's rings began to light up - first the ring in the center of his forehead, then his shoulderblades, his lowerlegs, his ear bands, and lastly, his tail. A bright light shone on Jasper as he absorbed energy and when he awoke, Jasper felt powerful enough to escape. Immediately, he threw his energy into wrestling away from the Machamp - and it was working! But a syringe popped into his back and! ...he was out like a light.

...Jasper smiled to himself, the memory of the Great Mother Moon easing away his discontentness. Jasper himself felt great. His wounds had healed and though he was a bit sore on his chest and - when examining himself - Jasper found huge scars had marked his stomach, shoulders and neck, he felt good enough to get in another fight.

Eucliffe
October 22nd, 2008, 2:09 PM
(Heh. Sorry it's been a while ^^')

Gale began noticing others awakening and leaving. Seeing how it would be best not to stay longer (especially since the Loud-brid was killing her ears with his exploding voice), she calmly walked towards the doors.

"HEY! WHERE DO YA THINK YOU'RE GOING?" The Loud-brid boomed at her before she could step foot outside to her silent sanctuary.

"Oh, I'm done looking around. May the others get better," Gale said softly, bowing.

"FINE, FINE. JUST DON'T WIND UP HERE!!!" And with that, the Loud-brid was off to check on the others. Gale wiped her forehead. Phew, she thought. That Loud-brid would make rock concerts sound silent... She giggled at the thought, and noticed a Flare-brid and a Magnez-brid. She swiftly walked past them, afraid the Flare-brid might torch her, seeing how after all, it was of the Fire type, while she was of the Ice type.

She reached the garden she was peacefully at before. She noticed a new plant that wasn't there before. It seemed kind of...eerie, as if it were going to attack her. She walked over to it and sniffed it. A noxious gas imploded from it, and she wheezed loudly. The next thing she knew, she was asleep.

It was maybe a few minutes until Gale woke up. She gasped, for the flowers were gone. Must've been Vile-brids or something like that... she assumed. After all, they couldn't just be there and disappear like that...

(OK, sorry if this was answered and all, but can hybrids know TM/HM moves? 'Cause I thought it'd be useful for Gale to know Water Pulse, since Glaceon can learn it via TM and all...)

Lusankya
October 22nd, 2008, 2:38 PM
Kite felt, rather than saw, someone walk into the room. Something about the bioelectrical impulses that were sent from neuron to neuron, along the nerve fibers in every living being. Both humans and Pokemon alike essentially ran on electricity, and Kite could feel that electricity with a fine magnetic sense present only in a Magnezone. And in the people around him, lying in the hospital beds, the flows of charge were disturbed, disrupted.

But now there was something new. Kite stretched his fingers at his newfound sight. In those asleep, he could practically see the charge flowing within their heads, their brains aglow with the electric thought of dreams. And a little bit in those awake as well, although for some reason, that was to a lesser extent.

He glanced back to see who had walked into the medical wing. It was Ashley. "Hi, Kite. How's it going? Did you hear about what happened to Mav? He's a little more..... green than he used to be...."

Kite shook his head. "I haven't seen Mav since the fight," he said. "Nor have I heard anything about him asides from what you've just told me." He uncrossed his arms and twirled a lock of hair around a finger. "I'm fine, thank you. Are you recovering well?"

Yrie
October 24th, 2008, 8:28 AM
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Pikataro- Good post, try to add a bit more detail to the posts, otherwise it was okay. And the Hybrids are allowed to know TM/Egg moves, but no more than three TM/Egg moves altogether, and it would be preferred if you knew less than three, as Hybrids don't have much access to TMs.

lusankya- Not much I can say that I didn't say previously.

Unexpected event

Some Hybrid was recently sent to the Hospital/Medical Care section of the laboratory because he had been severly injured by a Pachirisu (Rowan.) Its suddenly become a large topic of conversation, and has brought Rowan back to being feared, though not as much as he once was, before he was remerged with a Pachirisu. It was intended to be an effort to keep Rowan under control, but it seems that the attempt might possibly have been futile.

Gumshoe Satyr
October 25th, 2008, 6:48 PM
Shaking his head, Kite said, "I haven't seen Mav since the fight nor have I heard anything about him asides from what you've just told me. I'm fine, thank you. Are you recovering well?"

"I'm better, I guess. I would be better if that loud-mouth Loudred morph didn't blast my ears off every chance he gets," she said, showing some irritation. "Anway," she continued, "you should really talk with Mav. He's a Grovyle hybrid now, and he can tell you a little about what's going on in the basement. Haven't seen Jasper yet..... I'm sure he'll have an interesting story to tell as well."

Her eyes wondered around the room and fell upon those who'd recently been admitted. Remembering the stories she'd heard about Rowan being turned into a Pachirisu, she wondered if it was true that the scientists' attempt to stop his aggressive tendencies had failed.

"You think it's true that Rowan is a Pachirisu hybrid now and that he's still putting hybrids in the hospital? I see some here that look like they've been in a fight but were nowhere near the fight we were in." After thinking for a moment, she added, "You're a Magnezone hybrid, right? Can you tell if any of the patients here have had electricity discharged through them recently?" I don't see what I'm going to do about it if it is true, but it's better to know what I could be up against. Rowan might hold a grudge against Kite and me, especially Kite though.... Well, since he's an electric type, too, maybe he won't get hurt......maybe.

FinalMaster
October 25th, 2008, 9:24 PM
Before he slept, Maverick supposed he should check the basement door one more time. He hurried over, and once again pressed his head against the door. “Hmmm… nothing… not even a word… that’s strange…” he said, interested. He thought about it, and it suddenly brought fear into his mind. He had a feeling that something strange and unexpected would happen, but on the contrary, nothing did happen. Maverick slowly walked to his room, before jumping in bed, and he slowly drifted off to sleep.
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The next morning…
As Maverick slowly woke up, a revelation dawned on him. What if, He thought, no-one except Ashley recognizes me? He then remembered that he was going to check the basement door again. He slowly walked towards the door, hoping nothing too shocking would happen. Unfortunately, this was not the case. When he arrived, putting his head to the door like before, he was absolutely shocked at what he heard. "Everything seems to have been a success." A voice said. "So it seems. Has the new pokemon to merge him with been picked yet?" Said another. Hmm… looks like we’re still on the topic of Jiro… The next voice confirmed his theory. Not yet." The first voice replied "But we should have it within a couple of hours. What do we do with this mutt though?" Maverick thought that he should see what he could do about this. "Without being merged with a human, he is pathetically weak. We have no more use for him. Put him down." Maverick was surprised that they would do that, and then thought back to his remerging. What had they done to his Swampert half?

Maverick had to find a way to help… and then it struck him. Or rather, ‘it’ came wondering down the hallway, in the form of a really big mouth. “I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NOT TO EXPLORE THIS PLACE! BESIDES, THERE’S RUMORS NOW, YOU SHOULD KNOW!” Maverick was irritated at this, but he knew exactly what to do. He put his hand on the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. Time to use the backup plan that just came out of nowhere. “Hey, Loudred hybrid, I kinda need your help.” “WHAT KIND OF HELP!?” “Oh, just the kind of help you’re good at. Shouting, if you don’t understand what I mean. I want you to, simply put, shout so loud it blows the door off.” “OH, REALLY? IS THAT ALL? OK!” And so, to put it simply, Maverick said, “shout when you get my signal.” Then, he ran to behind the stairs, put on a pair of earmuffs he found lying around, and gave the signal.

Even the earmuffs were not enough to protect Maverick from the humungous blast of sound that rattled the whole building. It sent him flying clear off his feet and bashed him against the wall. But he was resilient, and the blast of sound was nothing to what he was attempting to do. He got up, dazed, and then proceeded to totter a bit before regaining his footing. He then crept slowly towards the basement, but saw big mouth lying unconscious on the floor. He sighed, and said to himself, “I guess the sound blast was too much even for him… better take to the hospital wing. At the very least the blast will distract the scientists and prevent them from killing that Smeargle for a while… I really hope this works…” He rushed toward the hospital wing of the building, accidentally brushing his body on something hot, which he later identified as Ashley’s body. When he reached there, he quickly alerted a medic as to what had happened. Little did he know that near the basement door there was a vaguely squirrel like hybrid chuckling to himself…

OOC: Yes, ‘the next morning’ was a direct reference to PMD. And so you know, I won't be posting for a few days.