PokéCommunity Supporter Crystal Tier
Also Known As El
I'm not just any burrito. I am THE burrito.
Volunteering sucks Rēgi thought to himself. Because of his strange new ability to see in the dark, that wasn't anything to plague him. Sitting in this room, however, was. He didn't know or much time passed, whether it be days, or hours. What he did know was that time was irrelevant here, the only thing that mattered was keeping on living, even though it sucked, because of his parents.
The room he was sitting in was pretty bland. Just grey walls, with rough texture. No windows. Presumably because he could see in the dark. Other than that the floor was also grey, but it was made of tiles. Many a time Rēji had run his hands across the walls whenever he was bored. The door also was bland and grey. Clearly I'm in prison... but why? What did I do? What is the last thing I remember?
The day of departure to the Sevii islands was a tense one. He knew he would be fine for a couple of years, and so did his aunt. Unlike him though, she knew just how much he needed this. A few years on an island, whether your doing work or not, is healthy. She also hoped that Rēji would learn to properly cope with his parents death. Since he had arrived in the island he couldn't remember anything... Until the tests started. Constant pain, strange transformations like his hand gaining the yellow ring, and his ability to see in the dark. Suffering. Pain. Days seemed to become weeks, weeks became years... Any sense of time had been eradicated.
Rēji looked at his hand. what is this? he thought. This... ring glows , I think, but why? He shifted his position as it had gotten uncomfortable sitting against the wall, and decided to lay down with the back of his head in his hands. It was just then that two men walked into the room, both with flashlights in hand. Those flashlights are really unpleasant. Rēji thought to himself.
"Get up." One of them said. Mentally Rēji decided to call that one carl, for no real reason. He did decide to get up though. The other (who he dubbed timothy) just looked at him and said nothing. He followed the two out of the room, still silent. He never did too much talking, especially when it would probably get him in trouble. Carl proceeded to apply a machine to his left hand. He nearly flinched back whenever he felt the small amount of pressure. He refrained though.
He followed them into a hall. Others like himself, he assumed, were there too. He wondered just how many. Men in clothes like the two who had entered his cell where all over the place. Everyone them followed someone, until they were all in some kind of gym. Rēji wondered what they were doing, how would this go what... His train of thought was interrupted by a man, who was likely in charge, saying "line them up" he watched as the gruntmen did as he said.
PokéCommunity Supporter Crystal Tier
Also Known As El
I'm not just any burrito. I am THE burrito.
Just as Caelan swam endlessly in her dark tank, so too did the memories circle in her mind. She'd come to the Sevii Islands to extend her limited time, and now that she had no sense of it, the girl could only conclude that she'd passed on. Her hair had turned gold, her body glowed like a spirit, and everything else had gone black. With her condition, Caelan wouldn't have lived this long. Part of her wished she'd spent her last days with her family. But another side of her thought it was for the best, leaving her parents, finally dropping the façade of strength that she maintained around them, crying through each of the horrific experiments and letting the emotions she'd bottled up over the years escape her, before her soul finally escaped her body. She died with no regrets.
As if by her realization, a door opened. Light spilled into the room and water, from the aquarium. The glass walls of the structure parted, and two men in black picked a sodden Caelan off the floor.
"Get up," one of them ordered. His voice was far too gruff and unwelcoming for an introduction to the afterlife. Besides, he didn't need to tell her. With little else to do in her enclosure, she had swum patiently, keeping her muscles strong and more than capable of getting the girl to her feet. But her expression was blank, as if she really were a phantom following the guards into the hallway. Perhaps the man named Temero found ghosts attractive.
"What lovely blonde hair..." he complimented, running his fingers through Caelan's locks before slipping them down to hers. "And what delicate hands..."
Those hands had been made delicate by chains, disease, and experiments. Temero gingerly held her left and pressed a machine onto it, revealing the number zero inside a triangle tattoo. As she stared at it, Caelan understood that hers was not the hand of a free woman. She was prone to these escapist fantasies, once pretending that she was healthy, now believing that she was dead. But no, she hadn't yet experienced that release.
What was going on, then? Others like her congregated in a gym, while the fanciful explanations dispersed in her mind and yielded to confusion. Since death was all that she'd looked forward to, Caelan wasn't very optimistic. But she still needed answers.
It was at that moment that Temero delivered a speech, and though most of it fell on waterlogged, sense-deprived ears, a single phrase rang clear.
"Curing you, of your inferior normality."
No, a single word. Curing. Time and time again her limbs had been bound, shackled, and forcefully pulled apart, but this pleasant sound, however booming the voice that produced it, pulled the corners of her mouth apart gently. A crescent-shaped crack formed in the thick feeling of despair that hung over this room, and Caelan genuinely smiled. There was a small break in her circling memories, too, and suddenly all the pain she'd endured was a distant recollection. The light had entered her dark chamber just a second ago, and here was the light at the end of her tunnel.
Her fellow subjects might've chastised her for asking such an obvious question. But this was the happiest moment of Caelan's life, finding out that she'd live one.
"You'll be sparring with Sixteen Dk," Temero answered, pointing her in the direction of a boy with red eyes, golden rings, and flowing dark hair. Maybe it was her escapist mind playing tricks on her again, but he looked oddly familiar. The type of person she might've seen once or twice, back home in Saffron City, who remained a complete stranger but still stuck vaguely in her head. She approached him shyly. When had she last interacted with another person, with words rather than screams? Regardless, Caelan had always been a timid and soft-spoken girl, though she was much stronger physically and mentally than she appeared.
"Hey, Sixteen... it's nice to meet you. And this might sound weird, but I feel like I've seen you before," she addressed him awkwardly, not knowing what else to say. "We're supposed to fight, so... come at me."
As Rēji listened to that speech, he realised something. Submission would work, for now at least. These men seemed to be ruthless, and he had little doubt they could kill him with little regret. Even if I seem submissive in the outside though... I have to stay me. many thoughts like this drifted in and out of his mind.
Rēji heard the words "You will all pair up to test your attacks. Don’t worry about injuries, your newly gifted powers will enable to you withstand more than your previously could." His stomach filled with anxiety. He forced himself to calm down. He regulated his breathing and slowly, but surely, the knot in his stomach loosened
Temero startled him with the words "You'll be fighting Fifteen El" he just looked at the man. Temero walked away, presumably to inform others of who they would be sparring with.
A moment later, a girl approached him. "Hey, Sixteen... it's nice to meet you. And this might sound weird, but I feel like I've seen you before" He looked at her straight in the eye. "She does look vaguely familiar, though from where?
"Good to meet you too, fifteen." I hope
"We're supposed to fight, so... come at me." She said
He was curious about this new power of his... However, he had no idea how to use it. It came suddenly, like some primal force guiding him.
"Reach inside yourself, it's just like using your arms, or legs"
I think I understand? Let's see... He reached deep inside and found the source of his power. It was like a bowl, filled to the brim with his power. Rēji was enveloped by shadow cloud. It dispersed, and when it did he was covered by transparent armor. The armor was transparent , but also made of a thick, shadow-like substance.
"Let's do this." He said, and took a step toward her.
Despite his gloomy appearance, Sixteen Dk seemed nice. But now was the time to spar, not to make friends. Caelan focused on her opponent, sparks bouncing off her skin and creeping toward his shadowed figure. As the air around him grew heavier, he'd find it more difficult to move. She wasn't entirely certain of the shadow armor's defensive capabilities, but it must have slowed him down enough, even without the effects of Thunder Wave. The one thing she was sure of, then, was that she had speed on her side.
Caelan didn't have much difficulty summoning her powers. Trapped in a dark room for so long, desperately seeking the light, she'd awakened them and illuminated her surroundings. As she observed the other test subjects, many of whom looked drained, she realized that she felt more alive than ever. Not only had she been given a tank in which to swim and prevent her muscles from going to waste, but she'd also been placed in a trying environment that drew out her abilities. The only question was how she'd fare in battle.
"Okay, here I come," Caelan signaled, determined to find out. She first assumed a stance that she'd perfected in Saffron City's Fighting Dojo, then rushed Reji with her right arm extended like a spear, two fingers unsheathed and crackling with electricity. The instant she moved, Caelan was glad that she'd warned him. The girl surprised even herself with the speed of her attack, shredding both the air before her and any notions of her old, weak self. So this was the power of a Hybrid. She could produce her own light, run faster than she ever could, and accomplish feats that were previously impossible. Indeed, Caelan had never felt so alive...
Had he had time, Rēji would have marveled at the speed this girl was running at. Unfortunately he was slower than he had been, and in that split second, his body seemed to move on its own. His right arm shot out, and his left leg pulled back putting his feet in a defensive stance, Although it was a strange one, as he was right handed, so it should have gone the other way. He felt a pulse of energy shoot from his hand. A dark wave bolted towards her, and he was quite confident it would hit.
There they were again, Caelan's escapist tendencies. Her body may have moved purposefully, but her mind still wandered aimlessly. She'd extended her index and middle fingers as if she were striking her opponent's pressure points, the electricity splitting at the tips of her nails like the waters of a stream at an offending boulder. In the split second that she'd flown at Sixteen, she'd already pictured her focused digits making contact.
When the boy assumed a defensive stance, however, a black wave consumed her and turned her daydreams to nightmares. This darkness, unlike the familiar cowardly one that drew back when she illuminated her chambers, faced her head-on, and it stung. But Caelan moved too fast to be blown back, the evil energy nipping at her fingers like a swarm of insects before passing completely. At close range, the parts of her body not protected by crackling currents were in considerable pain, so when the electric spear into which she'd formed her hand found its mark, she looked as if she had lost her purchase just to gain the advantage. The attack connected with Sixteen's guard, and she had to remind herself, upon its successful execution, that his shadow armor wasn't a pleasant shade where she could relax after clearing the first stretch that was his initial assault.
"Hey, you're pretty strong..." she complimented, her voice soft and unprovocative despite the two, unyielding fingers that pressed him like a blade. Perhaps it wasn't unlikely that he'd come from Saffron, where people from all around Kanto honed the martial arts, since he had good instincts. She didn't know the sights his eyes had seen, the trials his body had endured, or the thoughts his mind had produced in this brief moment of freedom, but she instantly respected him as a worthy sparring partner.
Not everyone got along as well as they did. She paused for a moment and observed the other pairs, witnessing a swearing male fall after suffering a roundhouse kick to the face. While he was loud, brash, and rude, the girl who bested him was his polar opposite. Not hesitating, not even wincing at the bleeding cut in her thigh, Nine Fy finished the man off with a devastating blow, uttering a single, pithy "Prove it" throughout the whole affair. Watching this cold-blooded assassin, Caelan realized she might've underestimated the rest of the subjects, noting the gloomy ones and thinking they were too drained to fight. She understood, as she looked back at Sixteen, that her match would have a more disappointing conclusion than any of theirs, for she couldn't imagine kicking him in the face.
Also Known As The Man Deadline Never Forget
Discord Nickname ColdSkull
"So that's our captor, Darrius Argo.. I don't think i ever heard of him in the mafia circle. Either he's a small time chump or he's just that good at concealing his identity from other people, looking at the resources he have here it's one hundred percent the latter. Combining the DNA of pokemon and human, what an idea it is hahahaha." Henry suddenly laughs at his situation.
He then looked at his surrounding battles "Lame, just lame." Henry says unenthusiastically watching people who didn't use their power properly. Well not all of them is totally bad (Looking at Fifteen El and Sixteen Dk) but eh, mostly almost all of them is boring. "So this is the hybrid power that Temero guy was talking about, back then." Henry reminding himself of what Temero had said to the group of test subjects earlier, that the serum gave them pokemon abilities and the fact that they have to fight each other. "Tch, being a lab rat is so boring. Not to mention they took all of my weapons and my f***in cigarette pack." Henry says frustatingly. "But my powers, that serum seems to give me a more powerful body and telekinesis, so i must be a Psychic/Fighting hybrid. If i have to fight then i'll fight accordingly." Henry tries to calmly assess the situation around him.
"Are you not going to fight, Twelve Ps?" Temero suddenly appears behind Henry. "Nah doctor, why should i have to wipe the floor against these little vermins, when i can just rest my head here watching the fight." Temero was speechless at the brazenness of the young man, "Oho, we have a strong one right here, have we?" Temero mutters alone. "Why's your face like that doctor? You don't like that i refer to your test subject as vermins?" Henry continues to talk while reading expression signals from Dr. Temero. "No i don't mind, i just want to see how powerful you are. Besides don't you want to test your newfound powers?" Dr. Temero tries to persuade Henry. Sensing that he doesn't have a choice, Henry then get up off his sitting position. "You have your ways with word aren't you? Fine, but i want 12 packs of "Golden Rose" the cheapest cigarettes you can find in Sinnoh if i can win, who is my opponent doctor?"
"IT IS ME YOU TOMATO TWERP!" Suddenly a voice can be heard from Henry's back, it came from a big bald guy with a chiseled physique. "Twelve Ps , let me introduce you to our subject that will face you, to accomodate your need of a stronger opponent he is-" As Dr. Temero tries to complete his introduction, Henry cuts "Sorry doctor, but there's no need to know the name of a cattle in preparation to be slaughtered. Besides couldn't you pick someone who had bigger brains than this cueball?" The subject turns very angry hearing that remarks, and starts to attack Henry "YOU!! DYNAMIC PUNCH!" A very fast punch suddenly flies to Henry, but he just shrugs "Teleport." Henry then appears behind the guy. "Why, you couldn't comprehend our gaps in power eh? I guess your brain is even smaller than a prawn." The subject's face turn even redder hearing that remark. "I'LL F*****G KILL YOU, YOU TWERP! BLAZE KICK." Henry suddenly smiled. "Heh, so this is the power of a fire/fighting hybrid. Let's see how far you can fight, Psychic." And with that he pushed himself away from the attack of the angry subject.
The battle was a chasing one, the angry subject that chased Henry keeps dishing out attacks after attacks that keeps getting dodged by psychic and teleport. "You.. puff.. don't you dare keep running, you're scared huh!?" The subject was getting desperate. "Oooo... i'm scared." says Henry sarcastically. "Heh, nevermind. It's time to end this farce once and or all. Psychic." Henry keeps the bald man's legs pinned at one point, with both his hands in his back." The unknown subject starts to squirm. "RELEASE ME! YOU LITTLE! FLAME- oomph." Henry shut the man's mouth with his psychic power, causing the man's supposed flamethrower to burn his throat instead. "So how is it Cueball? Now do you understand the difference between us. You think you're tough eh? I've seen a bunch guys like you boasting, either buried underneath a concrete structure, thrown into an incinerator, or sleeping with the fishes. You're just a disposable trash that is nothing special at all (His hands starts to glow, as he activated Sacred Sword)." The man starts to cry, and try to ask forgiveness even though he can't speak. "Too late, stupid." Henry starts to cut big wounds on the man's body and starts to bleed him out, all while the man tries to scream and cries even harder than before. "I'll give you a life lesson too good for a people like you. Don't try to swim as free as you think when you first enter a big pond, because you never know when the terrifying sharks is going to eat you alive." Henry grins widely and deactivates his Sacred Sword and starts to spin, he also silently mutters "Wu Er Da." Henry threw a very fast punch into the man's heart which cause a severe damage and cause the man to violently cough blood.
"So doctor, i'll be waiting for my cigarettes." Henry says, while putting his hand on the shoulders of a smirking Dr. Temero. Henry then walks back to the corner to continue his rest with restless eyes all over watching him.