[PKMN FULL] Genome (T) (IC)

Gently with a scapel, the doctor cuts a chunk of tissue out of the poor ditto's carapace. Dr. Arnold Greyson was a top grade veterenarian. While in the past he would have dreamed of being on the brighter side of his occupation (taking care of pokemon and seing the smiles on their trainer's faces) he got the short straw; most of the time, he performed necropsies. It wasn't that he didn't have the aptitude to heal pokemon and not have such a grim and morbid job, the case was that he was stationed in...the less prosperous part of Veilstone city. Try as he could though, he couldn't hate himself for having such a depressing job. All that mattered to him was whether or not he could carry out his veterinary duties. He took a few more samples from the poor ditto and put them into their respective testing machines
The ditto had been shot by a careless man at about 5 PM of that day. Greyson could tell that this was the case, even before being explicitly by his jerk of a supervisor. He pitied the ditto, but little did he now that the little blob would change his life. An hour of watching Seinfeld passed, and Arnold decided to get off his couch and examine the samples. The blood samples weren't anything special, and neither was the forensic diagnosis: Some idiot from the inner city had a ditto, he didn't feed it or take decent care of it. It got outside one evening (probably in an attempt to escape its awful life), it was mistaken for a mightyena, and some redneck put a slug in the poor pokemon. Nothing special. Greyson was hoping that this specimen wouldn't be a complete and utter waste of time. In all honesty, he was hoping that there would have been complications or the like. He disappointingly glanced at the result sheets and trudged off to watch more seinfeld.
...just after the familiar ding of the enzyme analyzer came up. Greyson turned his head and practically dashed towards the big machine (that cost him 100,000 poke.) There was a line of text on the analyzer's monitor:

"New Protein analyzed: 450XT-isotope 5. Beginning replication..."

A wide smile began to curl on Greyson's face. Not saying a word, he grabbed a chair and watched the red percentage sign increase slowly. Another ding came around, and a vial filled with a lightly translucent, white fluid popped out of the machine. He slammed a sample under the microscope and began fiddling with the new enzyme...

The 450XT type enzymes were nothing new to Greyson. Practically every geneticist and pokemon veternarian knew that these series of enzymes were exclusive to dittos. They modified the ditto's flexible DNA to modify its genome and accelerated protein synthesis. In layman's terms, without this enzyme, Dittos wouldn't be able to morph, and would just be big wads of gum with eyes and a mouth. Currently, isotopes 1-4 had been identified successfully, however, those enzymes could only accelerate the ditto's transformation into another pokemon species, not modify the genome so that they could transform. Isotope 5 would have been discovered long, long ago had it not been so hard to get. It was masked by a particularly annoying lipid in ditto's endoplasm. However...this ditto was different. It couldn't produce that lipid. Maybe it was because it was malnourished, or its parents were malnourished and didn't produce a genetically precise offspring. It didn't matter to Greyson though. He had struck gold.
After running some more tests, he indeed had confirmation that this was the enzyme that morphed ditto's DNA. Ratatta embryos injected with the enzyme had their DNA scrambled nearly instantly. He was overjoyed to know that this would get him notoriety beyond that of Professor Oak or Sycamore or Birch or any of those other bastards at the top of the food chain. He reclined in his desk chair and stared at the ceiling, grinning smugly at his success. Soon, the fame that this discovery would bring him concerned him less...now he was thinking about the application...
Six years have passed since that day. Greyson immediately quit his job and got some shady funding for his little venture, along with some old time college buddies. Day and night he toiled to get his Frankenstein to live and breathe, and as he got closer every day, investors got more and more interested. Funds were being thrown at him left and right. His tiny office in veilstone got larger, staff and scientists came flooding in to help him in his quest to access the magics of 450XT-isotope 5. Today, he holds a lovely office in Castelia, and his penthouse is just above it. It is estimated that the tiny Greyson company (founded in 2008 with a value of 20,000 poke) is now worth 2 billion poke. Nearly no-one knows about the shady dealings that go down in this crackhouse of a science lab; only Greyson, his employees, and some very close investors do. All set aside though, on January 15th, 2014, Greyson's dream had finally been realized.
One of his most trusted scientists (Colress, an ex-team plasma member.) had developed a working prototype of a very special little serum. It was a virus suspended in green goop, really, but that virus can go into a person's cells and instantly start fiddling with their DNA. With a bit of time and a bit of metabolic acceleration, that person can be permanently, mentally, and physically turned into a pokemon. However, this couldn't be any designatable pokemon. As Colress and Greyson would learn in testing, the virus would oddly enough, turn the host into the pokemon that it's personality(and physical appearance, to a lesser extent)most resembled. To this day, Colress is trying to figure out the whys and whats, but the pokemon that the host turns into can be predetermined with a bit of science.
It was unanimous, the new 'Transubstance Blood' needed to be tested. Greyson's subsidiaries would capture everyday people (mostly adolescents and young adults), take them into one of the many testing facilities set around all 6 regions, inject them with the serum, and then watch the magic happen. Usually, the full transformation takes 5 long, and somewhat painful hours to complete. The tests documented how certain transformations occurred, and how the patient's personality and appearance changed with the passing of time, but there was also a secondary purpose; the tests soon became a social experiment. Focus was put less and less on how the transformation took place, and it soon became about how the transformation affected the person. How would they react if the tester was in the room, or outside of the room? What happens when the test subjects are placed in their pokemon's respective habitat? How would they interact with other pokemon, or other humans, or other transformees? These questions and more became the focus as the experiments went on.
You are among one of these test (un)lucky individuals who got to be turned into pokemon. You may have been outside in the park when you were captured, or strolling outside of one of the Greyson companies many buildings when you we're caught, you may have been home when they came for you, or it could have been night or day. Most importantly, though, your abduction was never observed by anyone but the cold staff of the Greyson Company, and your life would be changed (for better or for worse) forever by what followed...

Unmentioned rules:
1.Follow all rules mentioned on the rules post
2.immediately after being captured, a physical will be done on you, along with a personality test. Usually, it should take no longer than 3 hours.
3. TRANFORMATIONS WILL BE NO SHORTER THAN 4 HOURS AND NO LONGER THAN 6 HOURS. I cannot express how important this factor is.
4. All players will be held acountable for their own transformation. What that means is that they will narrate their own changes, and they will be very careful to make sure that the transformations are:
*Paced out evenly (what this means is that, you wouldn't just sprout a tail. The tail would grow out over a period of time. There can be exceptions to this, but use them with discrecion
*Not too gruesome or painful (use blood as little as possible. Gore will not be tolerated)
*Not completely stupid
*Both mental and physical (if I were to turn into a poochyena, for instance, my appearance would not only become more dog like and canine overtime, I would also start to think like a puppy and have a craving for bones and such.)
5. Be sure that your character will be turning into a pokemon that matches his or her personality and attributes (E.G. a goodhearted individual wouldn't turn into a gengar or a scrafty; a 4 year old wouldn't turn into an embroar.)
6. NO LEGENDARIES (no exceptions)
7. After testing, your character will be stripped of all clothing (except for underwear of course. If theirs are exceptionally gross then they'll be given replacements) and be thrown into a testing chamber. This chamber is plain white, and contains the following:
*A hidden door for personnel to enter
*plain white walls, a white linoleum flooring, and a plaster ceiling. All of the mentioned are reinforced so that nothing can get in or out.
*a one way mirror for observation. Several, well hidden security cameras.
*two feed bowls; one for <insert type> (Fire, dark, grass, electric...) food formula, and another for water.
* a bin of pet toys to keep the subject busy if it ever gets bored.
*a water tub (if the pokemon is a water type).
*test room is the size of a small, 2 person hotel room. It can be larger or smaller depending on the amount of people or how large the pokemon is.
8. As mentioned earlier, test subjects do not have to be in a test facility. They could be dropped in the natural habitat that their pokemon would live in (a sandile would be dropped in a desert)
9. Two test subjects can be housed in the same cell. If one roleplayer would like to be dropped into another roleplayer's test cell, then that would be fine. The maximum amount of people allowed in a room at once is 5. Feel free to advocate a GM if you want more peeps in a cell.
10. The tester will be played by the game master.His or her job is to make sure that the test subjects aren't getting into trouble, to take observe the experiment, and to provide emotional support. If he or she is being abusive,godmodding, or just pissing you off, you have every right to tell him or her that He or she is doing a bad job, to leave, or to do both.
11. The sky is the limit. Feel free to do anything that isn't restricted by your rules list, just use common sense and good judgement. If it isn't cool, then a GM will tell you that you're doing it wrong, and you won't get thrown it. If you're experimenting to annoy us, then get out of the rp right away or the GM will make you do so.

Have fun....

The starting prompt

For those of you who need the starting prompt, here it is:


You manage to open your eyes, and a harsh, fluorescent light fills them, momentarily blinding you. You can't make out the rumbling, spooky voices around you, and as time marches on, you realize that your arms were being held, pinched roughly and brutally, your legs dragging along on the floor, limp and helpless. Squinting, you see that you we're being tugged along a big, colorless hallway. A dull pain was radiating from your bicep, as if something had poked you there, and before you can make out anything more of the situation, you're suddenly dropped, and you find that you're sitting in the corner of a room. 2 large guards in Grey attire scuttle out of an aperture, and it shuts moments later, sealing any exit. You glance around the room, still stunned from what happened; you glance up at the white ceiling, and at the gray, concrete walls, and then at a wide glass mirror. Your eyes then pick up on a dog's food bowl, a waterbowl,and...a box of toys. You weren't sure what that was all about. Nonetheless, you were terrified and nervous. What do you do?

from here, just reply. If the room isn't to your custom or how you requested it in the character submission, just pretend like the room is as you pictured it (if you asked for the food bowl to be full of spaghetti, just pretend that there is spaghetti in the bowl, but please infer this, or make it known to a GM), and go from there. A GM will get with you and reply to your roleplay post ASAP. Have fun.

After several moments of staring blankly into space, it became apparent to Solomon that something was not right. Probably, at least. Slowly coming to his senses, he groaned softly and rubbed at his eyes. For the life of him he couldn't seem to remember where he was, or why he was here for that matter. He could vaguely recall leaving home, presumably that morning... how much time had passed? Everything was so fuzzy in his mind. Surely it'd come back to him, eventually...? He decided he'd wait until he'd had the chance to wake up a bit before pondering the matter much further.

Still very dazed, Solomon managed to lean back against one of the walls and gaze absently up at the ceiling. He'd been out pretty hard, and it was going to take him a while to regain his bearings.

Jasmine opened her eyes to find herself in a bleak looking room. She did not mind being here, as it seemed better than an orphanage. As she slowly stood up, she became aware of how hungry she actually was. Spotting a bowl she walked over to it. Inside was a brown liquid that looked like chocolate milk. She puts one finger in it, and then licks it. After determining that it was not milk but still good, she used her hands to scoop it up and drink it. Passing up the water bowl, her eyes locked onto a sand-box looking object. Jasmine ran over to it, and fell into the sand. As she fell, her hand brushed something smooth. As she sat up, she grabbed the object. The object was a fossilized bone, which had one end carved into a shovel. She started to dig until she felt a faint pain in her back. As she felt along her spine, she noticed some bumps forming along it. After she noticed it, she went and hid against the corner of the room.

iLike2EatPiez said:

After several moments of staring blankly into space, it became apparent to Solomon that something was not right. Probably, at least. Slowly coming to his senses, he groaned softly and rubbed at his eyes. For the life of him he couldn't seem to remember where he was, or why he was here for that matter. He could vaguely recall leaving home, presumably that morning... how much time had passed? Everything was so fuzzy in his mind. Surely it'd come back to him, eventually...? He decided he'd wait until he'd had the chance to wake up a bit before pondering the matter much further.

Still very dazed, Solomon managed to lean back against one of the walls and gaze absently up at the ceiling. He'd been out pretty hard, and it was going to take him a while to regain his bearings.

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HARVEY
(I think I might pair you up with pknight. You two would be a nice match.)
Your eyes were drawn to the lights, first. The little fluorescent bulbs were different than the bland, smooth concrete ceiling above. The sound of blank, spooky electricity (the low buzz you hear when there's no noise in the room) infested the place. After about 5 minutes of doing absolutely nothing, your head lowed, and you scanned the room for anything of interest. You saw everything mentioned in the prompt: Food Bowls, an assortment of doggy toys (larger than normal, a big teddy bear was in the center of industrial-sized chew toys), and the creepy, chromium mirror on the length of the room. You were too dazed to be fazed by the omen that lingered about in the room, and your memory was beginning to return to you. You were... at an office building; it was very large and it looked like the ones you saw in Goldenrod city when you took a trip there, and very official looking police guards peppered the perimeters of the building. From what you recalled, you had finally given in to clicking one of those pop-up ads on YouPlay®.com, and it said that you had just won tickets to see Saturday Evening Live in Castelia. Your dad had a job there, and after a bit of pandering to take you to Castelia on one of his commutes, you managed to lose him, and you entered the building. And then WHAM! Out cold. That was all you could remember about what happened before, and the finer details of the situation came to your conscious after the rough idea of the whole thing. You also realized you felt a draft. One look down explained why: You were in undies. You also were oddly sweaty; and a tiny bit of moisture was nestled in your armpits and such. What do you Do?

eeveeandmew said:

Jasmine opened her eyes to find herself in a bleak looking room. She did not mind being here, as it seemed better than an orphanage. As she slowly stood up, she became aware of how hungry she actually was. Spotting a bowl she walked over to it. Inside was a brown liquid that looked like chocolate milk. She puts one finger in it, and then licks it. After determining that it was not milk but still good, she used her hands to scoop it up and drink it. Passing up the water bowl, her eyes locked onto a sand-box looking object. Jasmine ran over to it, and fell into the sand. As she fell, her hand brushed something smooth. As she sat up, she grabbed the object. The object was a fossilized bone, which had one end carved into a shovel. She started to dig until she felt a faint pain in her back. As she felt along her spine, she noticed some bumps forming along it. After she noticed it, she went and hid against the corner of the room.

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JASMINE
(Can I put a little friend in for you? He wouldn't be too rowdy or anything, and I think that he and jasmine would be great together. You don't have to accept him, but just lemme know if I can throw him in. Also, I think that you should find your bone and your skull that you would wear as a cubone in the beginning; I'm not sure how it would morph out of thin air.)
In all honesty, you couldn't care less for the orphanage, and a little change of scenery was a real joy. You realized soon after trotting around the little room that you were in undergarments, and once again, you couldn't care less. It wasn't much different from the forest you spent your time in. after feeling the bump on your back, though, you were scared, and your flight instincts kicked in. You ran into the corner, and not making a sound, you felt safe. You were content in your little corner, and a moment after...you hear a sharp, mechanical sound coming from your right. You nearly wet yourself, and turning towards it, you saw a huge silhouette of a man in a labcoat. What do you do?

Zeus Juice said:

(I think I might pair you up with pknight. You two would be a nice match.)

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(Cool, sounds great to me.)

Oh - he was... naked? Solomon was more than a bit startled at the realization (not to mention immediately uncomfortable with it). He glanced back and forth and clumsily felt around with his hands, looking for his clothes, but was disappointed to find nothing. He was stuck in just his boxers. To his slight relief, though, there didn't seem to be anyone else in the room right now. He sighed and leaned back against the wall. Well, at least that explained why he felt a bit chilly.

Now that he'd started coming to his senses, he began collecting his thoughts. Despite what he could remember, nothing seemed to explain how he'd ended up here. Surely there must have been a mistake, right? He knew pop-up ads were notoriously sketchy, but this was ridiculous. It had to be some sort of elaborate joke. The bizarre presence of chew toys and stuffed animals and dog food bowls affirmed this notion in his head - it was likely all part of a weird prank. Soon, someone would arrive to expose what a big fool Solomon had made of himself, and he'd laugh about it, and he'd never again trust another prize offered to him by a pop-up ad.

He was, of course, aware that he could very well be wrong in his theorizing, but it kept him occupied for the time being. However, a puzzling question interrupted his train of thought: if he was mostly nude and cold because of it, then why did he feel so sweaty...? He wasn't especially anxious or nervous, so what was that all about? His hands felt slightly moist and clammy, and beads of moisture were starting to drip from his underarms. It grossed him out a little. He worried he'd start to stink of sweat, but found that he couldn't really smell anything, even in this sterilized environment. "That's weird..." he muttered quietly to himself. That was really all he could say about it.

iLike2EatPiez said:

(Cool, sounds great to me.)

Oh - he was... naked? Solomon was more than a bit startled at the realization (not to mention immediately uncomfortable with it). He glanced back and forth and clumsily felt around with his hands, looking for his clothes, but was disappointed to find nothing. He was stuck in just his boxers. To his slight relief, though, there didn't seem to be anyone else in the room right now. He sighed and leaned back against the wall. Well, at least that explained why he felt a bit chilly.

Now that he'd started coming to his senses, he began collecting his thoughts. Despite what he could remember, nothing seemed to explain how he'd ended up here. Surely there must have been a mistake, right? He knew pop-up ads were notoriously sketchy, but this was ridiculous. It had to be some sort of elaborate joke. The bizarre presence of chew toys and stuffed animals and dog food bowls affirmed this notion in his head - it was likely all part of a weird prank. Soon, someone would arrive to expose what a big fool Solomon had made of himself, and he'd laugh about it, and he'd never again trust another prize offered to him by a pop-up ad.

He was, of course, aware that he could very well be wrong in his theorizing, but it kept him occupied for the time being. However, a puzzling question interrupted his train of thought: if he was mostly nude and cold because of it, then why did he feel so sweaty...? He wasn't especially anxious or nervous, so what was that all about? His hands felt slightly moist and clammy, and beads of moisture were starting to drip from his underarms. It grossed him out a little. He worried he'd start to stink of sweat, but found that he couldn't really smell anything, even in this sterilized environment. "That's weird..." he muttered quietly to himself. That was really all he could say about it.

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SOLOMON
You were gracious that the room wasn't all that cold, but the sweat on you did bother you. Taking a closer look at your hand, you notice that the sweat had a weird, opaque and white feel to it...almost like it was milk...That made you shudder all the more, but your stomach suddenly growls. You were hungry. You look at the dog bowl over yonder. It had a thick, brown, mushy paste inside, which, though smelling somewhat appetizing, looked like food. Poke'food. Trying to find a coping mechanism for this bizarre situation, you pass it off as a part of the prank. Maybe they wanted you to eat the food. You couldn't ignore the fact that you were hungry, though. What do you do?

Well, he figured, food was food. Prank or not, Solomon was shameless in his hunger. He managed, with some effort, to get himself up off the floor and over to the dog bowl. A bit to his dismay, there didn't appear to be any eating utensils around. Continuing to humor himself, he figured that this was obviously important to the prank. Someone was probably watching him through a hidden camera right now, expecting him to eat with his hands - or, better yet, to get on all fours and eat straight from the bowl - cracking up at how humiliating it'd be. Solomon couldn't really care less, though. The imaginary onlooker would no doubt be disappointed by his lack of embarrassment as he took a handful of the paste and ate it. It was honestly alright, if a bit bland. Though, admittedly, this wasn't his first experience with eating Poke'food. In the past he'd been curious enough to try some of his own Pokemon's food.

Oh! That reminded him: where was his Whirlipede? He'd brought her along on the trip. She'd been in her Pokeball when he arrived, tucked away in his pants pocket... which probably meant she was with his clothes and belongings. Wherever the heck those were. That worried him a little, but assumed she was probably okay for now. Whenever the nutjobs behind this whole ordeal got bored and let him go, they'd certainly return her to him. He just hoped it wouldn't be too much longer.

At this point he realized there wasn't much for him to do but sit and wait, which didn't sound very fun at all. He looked down and noticed that he was still sweating. The odd whitish tint of it was extremely unsettling, but for the sake of his mental state he tried his best not to think too hard about it. He was starting to feel anxious... and a little lonely.

iLike2EatPiez said:

Well, he figured, food was food. Prank or not, Solomon was shameless in his hunger. He managed, with some effort, to get himself up off the floor and over to the dog bowl. A bit to his dismay, there didn't appear to be any eating utensils around. Continuing to humor himself, he figured that this was obviously important to the prank. Someone was probably watching him through a hidden camera right now, expecting him to eat with his hands - or, better yet, to get on all fours and eat straight from the bowl - cracking up at how humiliating it'd be. Solomon couldn't really care less, though. The imaginary onlooker would no doubt be disappointed by his lack of embarrassment as he took a handful of the paste and ate it. It was honestly alright, if a bit bland. Though, admittedly, this wasn't his first experience with eating Poke'food. In the past he'd been curious enough to try some of his own Pokemon's food.

Oh! That reminded him: where was his Whirlipede? He'd brought her along on the trip. She'd been in her Pokeball when he arrived, tucked away in his pants pocket... which probably meant she was with his clothes and belongings. Wherever the heck those were. That worried him a little, but assumed she was probably okay for now. Whenever the nutjobs behind this whole ordeal got bored and let him go, they'd certainly return her to him. He just hoped it wouldn't be too much longer.

At this point he realized there wasn't much for him to do but sit and wait, which didn't sound very fun at all. He looked down and noticed that he was still sweating. The odd whitish tint of it was extremely unsettling, but for the sake of his mental state he tried his best not to think too hard about it. He was starting to feel anxious... and a little lonely.

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(Sorry, since pknight hasnt responded yet, and since you seem to be getting a bit impatient, ima throw in a self insert)
SOLOMON
After you finished your paste, you reclined on the floor, and stared at the ceiling once more. Your stomach felt a bit funny, and looking down at it, you saw that it was bulging a bit more than usual.
Granted, you had always been a bit pudgy, but it seemed more round and chubby now. You dismissed it as the pokefood causing bloating. You also felt the gentle tingle of sweat down your stomach, and you could see the moisture of your sweat drip down it very slowly. It was beginning to become of serious medical concern.

No matter; your hunger was now sated, and to fill the void (or replace it in this case) your loneliness started to set in. You aimlessly glance about, hoping that the gentle emptiness inside would be sated, and then suddenly, a quick, sheenful metal noise emanates from your left. Your head cocks to the left, and before you can calculate what was going on, it happened. 2 tall, broad shouldered men were in an aperture, and they carried in between them a nude (save for undies), male boy, in early adolescence, seemingly dead. They lug him on the floor, and within an instant the aperture closes with the same sound that it opened with.

The boy let out a soft groan on the ground, and he writhed a bit, clearly in a bit of pain. His eyes were open slightly, and he was clearly alive: his chest was undulating slowly, signifying breathing. He had a jet black combover that was bushy and a bit messy, his nose did not bulge out much, and his lips were somewhat prominent, but not too large. His jaw had a U-shape, and he seemed rather large for his age. His eyebrows were large and bushy, and the depth that his eyes had made him look quite intelligent and morose. He coughs gently, and rolls stomach-up. What do you do?

"Hey... Hey, are you all right?" Abandoning his own anxieties on the spot, Solomon stood up and hurried over to the boy. He was very relieved to see that his new cellmate was still breathing, but concerned nonetheless for his wellbeing. However, he wasn't entirely sure what to do... He knelt down beside the kid. "You aren't hurt, are you?" Compulsively he reached out and nudged him a little, in a meager attempt to rouse him to his senses. Solomon immediately regretted it, though, as he noticed he'd gotten some of his weird sweat on the boy's arm. Oops?

iLike2EatPiez said:

"Hey... Hey, are you all right?" Abandoning his own anxieties on the spot, Solomon stood up and hurried over to the boy. He was very relieved to see that his new cellmate was still breathing, but concerned nonetheless for his wellbeing. However, he wasn't entirely sure what to do... He knelt down beside the kid. "You aren't hurt, are you?" Compulsively he reached out and nudged him a little, in a meager attempt to rouse him to his senses. Solomon immediately regretted it, though, as he noticed he'd gotten some of his weird sweat on the boy's arm. Oops?

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HARVEYj
The boy immediately jerked away, and his eyes burst to life as he clawed to the wall. He stared at you with a grim, terrified, and somewhat angry expression, skin clammy, pupils wide, and tense shoulders. "W-WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!". His sudden spring of panic scared you as we'll, and he put his hand to the spot where you touched him. his eyes dart around as he scans his position, and then he glances at you again. His breathing slows and he looks at you with less disgust, almost empathetic for the way he startled you. He looks down, realizing the gravitas of what he had just down, and his expression neutralizes to a morose and sad expression. His eyebrows bend upward, almost sad...

"I-I'm really sorry." The boy simpers at you, his sad expression growing more pathetic." Y-your hand felt like a squid kinda and to be frank..." He sniffles"I was afraid you were gonna touch me more.." You got what he was hinting at, and before you could respond, the boy breaks down into tears, putting his head into his knees, cuddled in a ball. This really spurred your empathetic instincts, and you wanted to help with the boy's trauma. What do?

Alex was barely conscious as he felt the ridges in-between the tiles brush up under his legs and the fluorescent lights pass over his eyes, which lulled lazily in the back of his head. The pattern was a mantra I his head, a rhythmical count of threes In his head … 1, 2, 3… 1, 2, 3… 1, 2. His counting was interrupted by the release of his limp body onto the cold, hard linoleum floor that was completely uniform. He tried with all his might to look down his body to catch a sight of his captors, but he was too sluggish to behave normally. Was I tranquilized? A thought flew into his head. He could recall him studying in the library in what felt like an hour before, but that was so distant, and the floor was too cold for him to focus on anything but his surroundings. His bony, yet relatively tone body was not apt to the cold sterile environment he was placed in, as he would typically resort to layers of sweaters and shirts to regulate his body temperature in the cold Sinnoh weather. As his mind finally began to sync with his senses, Alex looked around at the unfamiliar room. There was a bowl of water, a bunch of dried… pokeblocks perhaps, and an arrangement of what looked like dog chew toys. None of the following seemed to entertain him. Despite his current predicament in a unfamiliar room with unfamiliar surroundings and unfamiliar sights, Alex felt strangely good, as if he had been mentally refreshed, but unbeknownst to him, events would begin to unfold that would be a lot worse than being kidnapped. All he could do is stare into the mirror in front of him and hope someone of mercy was on the other side.

MckinkyMcormic said:

Alex was barely conscious as he felt the ridges in-between the tiles brush up under his legs and the fluorescent lights pass over his eyes, which lulled lazily in the back of his head. The pattern was a mantra I his head, a rhythmical count of threes In his head … 1, 2, 3… 1, 2, 3… 1, 2. His counting was interrupted by the release of his limp body onto the cold, hard linoleum floor that was completely uniform. He tried with all his might to look down his body to catch a sight of his captors, but he was too sluggish to behave normally. Was I tranquilized? A thought flew into his head. He could recall him studying in the library in what felt like an hour before, but that was so distant, and the floor was too cold for him to focus on anything but his surroundings. His bony, yet relatively tone body was not apt to the cold sterile environment he was placed in, as he would typically resort to layers of sweaters and shirts to regulate his body temperature in the cold Sinnoh weather. As his mind finally began to sync with his senses, Alex looked around at the unfamiliar room. There was a bowl of water, a bunch of dried… pokeblocks perhaps, and an arrangement of what looked like dog chew toys. None of the following seemed to entertain him. Despite his current predicament in a unfamiliar room with unfamiliar surroundings and unfamiliar sights, Alex felt strangely good, as if he had been mentally refreshed, but unbeknownst to him, events would begin to unfold that would be a lot worse than being kidnapped. All he could do is stare into the mirror in front of him and hope someone of mercy was on the other side.

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Though initially spooked by the fact that your top was nude, you didn't feel all that embarrassed.
Admittedly, though, you were scared. You were scared to death by the atmosphere, cold, grey and sinister, the walls stone cold with their indifference to you, and the flickering of the lights on the ceiling reminded you that at any moment they could shut off... You gagged at the thought of this, and took a gander at your reflection, it being the only thing that was of any interest. You admired your long hair, for a bit, but after only a few seconds at aimlessly glaring at the mirror did you see something else: another body. Male, rather large in height (less so in width, but still a tad chunky) and with a mop of blonde, scraggy hair on his head. He seemed to be out cold, and was lying on his side, mouth open and drooling slightly. What do you do?

Zeus Juice said:

Though initially spooked by the fact that your top was nude, you didn't feel all that embarrassed.
Admittedly, though, you were scared. You were scared to death by the atmosphere, cold, grey and sinister, the walls stone cold with their indifference to you, and the flickering of the lights on the ceiling reminded you that at any moment they could shut off... You gagged at the thought of this, and took a gander at your reflection, it being the only thing that was of any interest. You admired your long hair, for a bit, but after only a few seconds at aimlessly glaring at the mirror did you see something else: another body. Male, rather large in height (less so in width, but still a tad chunky) and with a mop of blonde, scraggy hair on his head. He seemed to be out cold, and was lying on his side, mouth open and drooling slightly. What do you do?

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Assuming he was still under the influence of the drugs, Alex was sure that it would take longer for him to metabolize the sleeping agent, so it left him time to think about ways to escape, if there were any. The door was well built, made of steel reinforced by hardwood, with a one-sided door handle that left no way of manipulation from the inside. Fluorescent lighting was set deep into the ceiling with a layer of bullet-proof Plexiglas that would prevent the apocalypse from getting in. the mirror was made of the exact same material, but on closer examination, he could faintly see the lines of imbedded wire. He deducted that the mirror was actually translucent on one side, allowing observers to look in on them. Embarrassed Alex covered himself, unsure of the intentions of prying eyes who may be looking in on his nude and traumatized body. As he slid down the wall into a sitting position, his back facing the mirror, he saw in the corner a lone video camera, protected by a similar dark Plexiglas that beveled it off from the intersection of the walls. As he sat, Alex began to rub his elbows in the way a criminally insane man might twitch, as a result of extreme boredom. He noticed though that the knobs at the ends of them felt knobby, and was covered in a thick coarse skin like an armadillo. Blaming it on his lack of lotion he ignored it, and let his eyesight drift out of focus.
"OUCH!" he exclaimed when his finger began to draw blood. He suckled on it in an attempt to relive the pain. He took a look at his elbow again. The knot of his elbow was more prominent than before, with the skin beginning to peel harmlessly and painlessly in places where it stretched it too thin, exposing a greenish, callused protrusion in the shape similar to a large, thick fingernail, with the tip filed to a sharp point. Alex panicked at the revelation, as he felt the coarse exposed keratin, his body fresh with adrenaline. The protrusions grew visibly under his naked eye, with a millimeter every second or so. The skin along his forearm also became dry and cracked, and when peeled, exposing more of the fresh greenish material. He became pale, afraid of what he was becoming. What had they given me? He thought, as the walls seemed to give him unneeded attention.

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Assuming he was still under the influence of the drugs, Alex was sure that it would take longer for him to metabolize the sleeping agent, so it left him time to think about ways to escape, if there were any. The door was well built, made of steel reinforced by hardwood, with a one-sided door handle that left no way of manipulation from the inside. Fluorescent lighting was set deep into the ceiling with a layer of bullet-proof Plexiglas that would prevent the apocalypse from getting in. the mirror was made of the exact same material, but on closer examination, he could faintly see the lines of imbedded wire. He deducted that the mirror was actually translucent on one side, allowing observers to look in on them. Embarrassed Alex covered himself, unsure of the intentions of prying eyes who may be looking in on his nude and traumatized body. As he slid down the wall into a sitting position, his back facing the mirror, he saw in the corner a lone video camera, protected by a similar dark Plexiglas that beveled it off from the intersection of the walls. As he sat, Alex began to rub his elbows in the way a criminally insane man might twitch, as a result of extreme boredom. He noticed though that the knobs at the ends of them felt knobby, and was covered in a thick coarse skin like an armadillo. Blaming it on his lack of lotion he ignored it, and let his eyesight drift out of focus.
"OUCH!" he exclaimed when his finger began to draw blood. He suckled on it in an attempt to relive the pain. He took a look at his elbow again. The knot of his elbow was more prominent than before, with the skin beginning to peel harmlessly and painlessly in places where it stretched it too thin, exposing a greenish, callused protrusion in the shape similar to a large, thick fingernail, with the tip filed to a sharp point. Alex panicked at the revelation, as he felt the coarse exposed keratin, his body fresh with adrenaline. The protrusions grew visibly under his naked eye, with a millimeter every second or so. The skin along his forearm also became dry and cracked, and when peeled, exposing more of the fresh greenish material. He became pale, afraid of what he was becoming. What had they given me? He thought, as the walls seemed to give him unneeded attention.

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(you're kinda writing your own story, which is fine, but I can't add much more to what you're saying. Also, you completely neglected your cellmate.)
ALEX

Hunger begins to pang in your stomach, and the horror that had clouded your mind from your elbows was quickly distracted. You glance towards the dogbowl, and in spite of yourself, the food looked good. It was pokeblock, granted, but you could smell the fresh pecha in it, making your mouth water gently. Before you can act on your hunger though, you hear a loud groan from across the room. In that general direction, your poor cellmate was slowly entering his conscious. He pushes himself up, and after attaining a comfy sitting position glances at you with his light blue eyes, at first with bleak indifference. "W-whuhhh?" His expression becomes more conscious and alert, and he begins to jolt upwards, clearly as startled as you were. What do you do?

Zeus Juice said:

The boy immediately jerked away, and his eyes burst to life as he clawed to the wall. He stared at you with a grim, terrified, and somewhat angry expression, skin clammy, pupils wide, and tense shoulders. "W-WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!". His sudden spring of panic scared you as we'll, and he put his hand to the spot where you touched him. his eyes dart around as he scans his position, and then he glances at you again. His breathing slows and he looks at you with less disgust, almost empathetic for the way he startled you. He looks down, realizing the gravitas of what he had just down, and his expression neutralizes to a morose and sad expression. His eyebrows bend upward, almost sad...

"I-I'm really sorry." The boy simpers at you, his sad expression growing more pathetic." Y-your hand felt like a squid kinda and to be frank..." He sniffles"I was afraid you were gonna touch me more.." You got what he was hinting at, and before you could respond, the boy breaks down into tears, putting his head into his knees, cuddled in a ball. This really spurred your empathetic instincts, and you wanted to help with the boy's trauma. What do?

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"H... No, no - I'm sorry!" Solomon responded. His tone soft, albeit a little hurt. "I didn't mean to startle you! I- I mean, I should have thought, before I... sorry..." he trailed off, uncertain of what to say. "Don't worry about it, really! I'm just glad you're okay." He wasn't offended by the kid's reaction. In hindsight, it was to be expected. He did, however, feel especially guilty for his lack of tact. What a terrible first impression! Not wanting to make the same mistake again, Solomon kept his distance. He earnestly wanted to comfort the kid, somehow, but he figured for now it'd be better to give him a moment to collect himself.

... Like a squid, though? Solomon looked down at his hands, only to find that they were absolutely covered in the same milky liquid (he'd concluded at this point that, whatever it was, it definitely wasn't sweat). And that wasn't even the worst of it. With a knot in his stomach, he lifted his right hand to eye level. Upon closer inspection, his fingers seemed to be slightly mis-shaped. The joints felt particularly loose, and moving them felt distinctly different in a way he couldn't quite describe. Something was definitely happening to him, and it was all kinds of uncomfortable. But he couldn't afford to panic himself over it. An emotional trainwreck of a cellmate was the last thing that kid needed, especially right now. So, swallowing down his anxieties, Solomon seated himself on the floor and waited for a response from the boy.

iLike2EatPiez said:

"H... No, no - I'm sorry!" Solomon responded. His tone soft, albeit a little hurt. "I didn't mean to startle you! I- I mean, I should have thought, before I... sorry..." he trailed off, uncertain of what to say. "Don't worry about it, really! I'm just glad you're okay." He wasn't offended by the kid's reaction. In hindsight, it was to be expected. He did, however, feel especially guilty for his lack of tact. What a terrible first impression! Not wanting to make the same mistake again, Solomon kept his distance. He earnestly wanted to comfort the kid, somehow, but he figured for now it'd be better to give him a moment to collect himself.

... Like a squid, though? Solomon looked down at his hands, only to find that they were absolutely covered in the same milky liquid (he'd concluded at this point that, whatever it was, it definitely wasn't sweat). And that wasn't even the worst of it. With a knot in his stomach, he lifted his right hand to eye level. Upon closer inspection, his fingers seemed to be slightly mis-shaped. The joints felt particularly loose, and moving them felt distinctly different in a way he couldn't quite describe. Something was definitely happening to him, and it was all kinds of uncomfortable. But he couldn't afford to panic himself over it. An emotional trainwreck of a cellmate was the last thing that kid needed, especially right now. So, swallowing down his anxieties, Solomon seated himself on the floor and waited for a response from the boy.

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After you finished your plea for forgiveness, the boy looked at you. Though he still had quite a heavy, sodden look in his eyes, he managed to make eye contact. "I-its fine, really." you could hear the erratic sound of sadness in his voice, and he let out a few sniffles afterwards. "T-there was nothing wrong with you, and you seem like you meant no harm. I just wasn't expecting a...w-weird..." the boy stared at you with curious, flattened eyebrows. "W-what's up with your skin?"

You wished you had an answer.

"D-did you take a bath in milk or something? I'm sorry if I'm offending you, but...Jesus." He pauses for a few seconds."W-where am I, anyway?" the boy glances around slowly, taking in the bizarre atmosphere. "Is this hell? D-did I die when I passed out?.. W-what i-...issss~...ughhh..." the boy reaches for the back of his neck, and he lets out a few, gentle grunts as he tries to massage the back of his neck. He seemed in pain once again. What do you do?

Zeus Juice said:

(you're kinda writing your own story, which is fine, but I can't add much more to what you're saying. Also, you completely neglected your cellmate.)
ALEX

Hunger begins to pang in your stomach, and the horror that had clouded your mind from your elbows was quickly distracted. You glance towards the dogbowl, and in spite of yourself, the food looked good. It was pokeblock, granted, but you could smell the fresh pecha in it, making your mouth water gently. Before you can act on your hunger though, you hear a loud groan from across the room. In that general direction, your poor cellmate was slowly entering his conscious. He pushes himself up, and after attaining a comfy sitting position glances at you with his light blue eyes, at first with bleak indifference. "W-whuhhh?" His expression becomes more conscious and alert, and he begins to jolt upwards, clearly as startled as you were. What do you do?

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(i've waited long enough, i'm just going to GM. tell me if you dont like it and i'll change it)

Despite having had hours to think of how to attack this strange social predicament, Alex was at a loss for how to explain the situation, let alone how to begin the conversation. He began to stutter in a nervous way, sure that he was doing nothing good to ease the other boy's frightened emotional state. "C-calm down" he was able to utter under his breath, motioning for him to sit back down. "Why am I naked and how did I get here?" "We were abducted. Do you feel weird at all?" "I feel like I've been violated, but other than that I don't think so. I've got a horrible headache though, like permanent brain freeze. What happened to your arms, it's like they're sandpaper."
Alex modestly hid his peeling arms from the view of his cellmate, but that would do no good. The skin stretching from his hands down to his torso was slowly becoming callused and turning a similar shade of green, and any exposed skin became more and more pale, as if he had not seen the sun in days. In the reflection of the camera he saw that his face was becoming more angular and lean, almost hawkish. As well. Additionally, Alex's ears were becoming more pointed, sticking out of his now messy birds nest. Protrusions were still emerging from his body, with the skin covering his sternum was stretched thin as a lump grew out of the center of it. Obviously without any more excuses to give to the boy with the blue eyes, he thought best not to hide his hunches from his roommate. "I'm not sure how to say this, but I think we're turning into Pokémon…"

(Please add more to the other boy, i dont want to destroy your character ideas.")

Zeus Juice said:

After you finished your plea for forgiveness, the boy looked at you. Though he still had quite a heavy, sodden look in his eyes, he managed to make eye contact. "I-its fine, really." you could hear the erratic sound of sadness in his voice, and he let out a few sniffles afterwards. "T-there was nothing wrong with you, and you seem like you meant no harm. I just wasn't expecting a...w-weird..." the boy stared at you with curious, flattened eyebrows. "W-what's up with your skin?"

You wished you had an answer.

"D-did you take a bath in milk or something? I'm sorry if I'm offending you, but...Jesus." He pauses for a few seconds."W-where am I, anyway?" the boy glances around slowly, taking in the bizarre atmosphere. "Is this hell? D-did I die when I passed out?.. W-what i-...issss~...ughhh..." the boy reaches for the back of his neck, and he lets out a few, gentle grunts as he tries to massage the back of his neck. He seemed in pain once again. What do you do?

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"Woah, take it easy... Are you hurt?" he asked again. Resisting the urge to rush to the boy's aid, it was about the best Solomon could do. Though felt a little self-conscious now, he found himself much more concerned with making sure his fellow prisoner was okay. Given that touching the boy or getting too close to him were off limits, he wasn't sure how to go about helping him. Typically Solomon was very physically affectionate, always eager to offer a hug or a back rub to someone in need. And while his friends were used to this, he understood that strangers were a different matter altogether. But, in his current mental state of heightened anxiety (and physical state of *slimy as hell*), he had to repeatedly remind himself to give the kid some space.

"Oh, but yeah! I don't know where we are, or why we're here." He'd almost forgotten that the kid was asking questions. "My name's Solomon. I haven't been here long myself. They just dropped me into this room, like they did with you. As for my err - skin... problem..." He paused, not sure how to explain it. "I honestly don't know what that's all about. It's been getting worse ever since I woke up. I think whoever's keeping us here must have done something to me... But uh, never mind about that - are you okay? You look like you're in a lot of pain... Is there anything I can do?"