.:ENTOURAGE [PG-13]:.

Icefirelightning;
You are accepted although I think you meant latest rather than "last". If Kendall was the most recent experiment, she would be #320 and she would have just turned fourteen...

Everyone;
The first post shall be this Friday. Yay.
 
Tommorow, eh? Sounds good.
Also, I recommend creating an OCC thread, just to stop cluttering up the RPG once it has begun.
 
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oh well xD hope u guys have fun


EDIT: you guys need like a bad guy or person you have to stop.. but. eh.. just a thought xD
 
ENTOURAGE - Post #01​

The two pokemorphs were handcuffed to thier chairs. They sat quietly, not so much as glancing at the other. They already knew that Zero Hour was on. "Zero Hour" is the code name for the escape. Every Pokemorph had some kind of job, but if they couldn't make it, the plan was to wing it. Six months of planning and all they end up with for Plan B is "wing it".​

As soon as the scientist left the empty, white room, the two pokemorphs began thier escape. On the left was #318, a Gabite pokemorph named Abigail. On the right was #319, or "Nineteen". He was a Persian Pokemorph.
"Abbey, do you know how to get out of handcuffs?" asked the Persian Pokemorph. His face had little expression.
"No, not really." she laughed. "I can't believe they handcuffed us."
"C'mon, Abbey, your better than that. You use leverage. The same thing that 'cuffs use to keep you from getting out. You can use that to break the chair."
Abbigail just looked away. She knew he would probably end up hurting himself.
Nineteen crouched on the chair, then stood up, yanking on the handcuffs. He was a pretty small kid, so his strength might be lacking a bit. Suddenly, Abigail heard a loud snap. Nineteen had managed to break the wooden chair, but not without hurting himself. She rolled her eyes. She saw it coming. Abigail phased into her Gabite form, and did the same thing. Her pokemon form had at least twice the strength of her human form.​

The Gabite morph helped her friend up. Nineteen looked at the metal door. Industrial Doors. Impressive, but not very helpful for wannabe escapees.
"What are we going to do about the door?" Nineteen asked, as if Abbey had an answer. Turns out, she did.
"We wait for #90. He'll rip the door out of the frame."
Ninety was a twenty-five year old Nidoking morph. He had the strength of an Ursaring. Nineteen looked back at the door. Yeah, that would do it.
"Will he be here soon?" asked Nineteen. He hadn't slept in at least a day, and didn't look like he had a lot of patience left.
"Right about, I'd estimate, now."
Sure enough, the door was ripped from its frame. Ninety strolled in like nothing had happened.
"Hey, guys." he greeted them coolly.
Neither of the two responded.​

Nineteen crept out of the room, making no noise whatsoever. Wait, that's pointless. They would've already heard the door getting smashed. Nineteen decided to sprint down the hall instead. He was tempted to run on all fours, but didn't. As he rounded the corner, a gaurd nailed him in the face with a punch. It was easily enough to knock the fourteen-year-old over. Nineteen looked dazed. He unsheathed his claws, and blocked a second blow. He phased into a Persian and dashed away. Even in his pokemon form, he could feel his nose bleed. He already had a tip for the other pokemorphs. "Don't get punched in the face by a gaurd. It hurts."
Some are shaky when nervous. Others grow sarcastic.​

The hall seemed like it would never end, but he did make it out into the cool night air. There was a slight breeze that carried a salty, ocean scent. He phased back into his mixed form. He heard someone call his number. His Persian ears swiveled in the direction of the sound.
"Hey! #319?"
"What?"
"Get on the boat."
On the sand were various makeshift boats. What an elaborate escape method.
"Couldn't we just take ENTOURAGE's Piper Cub?"
The Espeon morph ignored the comment.
"Fine. Okay."
The Persian morph selected a small row boat. Four other Pokemorphs were already on board. He phased into a Persian and slept.​
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When Sinestra woke up, he was facedown in the sand. The tide pushed his limp tail and paws forward, then dragged them back. He didn't really notice the tide. All he could comprehend at the moment was the intense, stabbing pain in his head. The limp cat pokemon phased into its half-human form. The pain wasn't as intense. Sinestra rolled over onto his side, and realized that someone was hovering over him. He could hear them, but he kept his eyes closed. All he could think of was that he was back on ENTOURAGE's island. We were caught, weren't we. Now they will punish us.
Sinestra wanted to get up and look around, but his head hurt. It was significantly more painful than getting punched in the face. Sinestra almost smiled.
"Concussion?"
Sinestra wasn't sure of it was his own thoughts, or a voice, but it didn't matter. He passed out again.​
 
C.J. sat up and rubbed his face, trying to work the sand out of his eyes. When he had, he squinted and looked around. The sky was dark, which probably meant that it was still night, which probably meant that they hadn't been on the boat for long, which probably meant that they weren't as far from the ENTOURAGE headquarters as he'd hoped. But at least they were free.

But who were "they", exactly? He'd been in such a frantic rush to get on the boat that he hadn't managed to even glimpse at the others on board, and had passed out from exhaustion soon after the boat set sail. He'd woken up far out at sea fighting against the ocean currents, and only by managing to grab a piece of smashed wood from the wrecked boat had he survived to paddle to the island.

For about an hour he stumbled aimlessly down the beach, relying on his echolocation to make his way along, but found no one else on the beach. Sighing deeply, he sat himself down under a nearby palm tree, deiciding that waiting patiently to be found by someone else, if indeed anyone else had survived, was far more rational than simply charging headlong down the beach and getting hopelessly lost in the process. Before long, he'd fallen once more into a fitful slumber.

(Also, side note to Akira: I was sorta hopin' the bunch of us could've spend some time planning out and executing the escape sequence. Oh well, never mind. :P)
 
(Oh, oh, see; Mon approche simplifie les choses, non? I don't have a whole lot of time on my hands, so ((for me)) this is the better approach. Vous ne trouvez pas?

Grifspark; I'll try getting an OOC thread up this weekend. It will take some time for the Mods to approve.

Quelqu'un d'autre a des questions?)
 
Corinne awakens in the water. She is lying on her back, drifting in the waves. She looks around and sees the shore close by. "What? An island? We must have shipwrecked!" She walks onto the shore, dripping wet. "I hope the others are alright."

She removes her shoes and eyepatch, placing them in her bag. She ties her bag around her neck, tugs her pants down a little, and shifts to hybrid form. She flaps her wings to get any remaining water off and takes to the sky.

"Wow! Flight is much better outside! Let's see if I can find anyone else!" Corinne flies over the beach, letting the warm air rising off the ocean carry her through the skies.

((If anyone sees the bird-girl flying, be sure to wave!))
 
She woke up as a Glaceon, staring into the sea. "Wow. Must've been a short trip. Wait--where's everyone else?" Kendall morphed into her half-human phase, being able to protect herself and still have a sense of humanity. "Well, I guess I'm alone now. Take that, Dad. We escaped and there's nothing you can do about it!" She screamed to the sky, unaware that she had company coming. She finally stopped her yowling and found and climbed the nearest tree. She awaited any who dared to approach her, save any Morphs like herself. She wondered how everyone was faring and then caught a glimpse of a humanoid-Persian figure and others standing over him. The others, she didn't know who they were, but she did know who the Persian boy was. She was the closest in age to him, being only one number more in her ID.

"Nineteen." Kendall jumped out of the tree, running towards her friend. "Nineteen...did we even leave the island?.."
 
ENTOURAGE
JOKER'S LOG #1 - Shipwrecked

'Hurry, wake up' rang the voice in his head, but he just didn't have the energy.
'
You passed out, you need to get up' Said the voice once again, more insistent this time.

Eventually, Joker managed to clamber up onto his feet. He felt light headed, and dizzy, causing him to fall back onto knees. He took a moment for his vision to return to normal, and stood up once again. He brushed sand and dirt from his hair, only to find his top hat was missing. But as if on cue a small, white wave rolled against the beach, bringing with it a (Slightly frayed) black and orange cylinder hat, which he picked up, and placed lightly over his black hair.

'So, where do you think we are?' Asked the voice.

'Don't ask me, you woke up first' He thought back to it. Ever since he'd been adopted into the ENTOURAGE program, he'd had some kind of mental link with the Mothim he had been fused with.

Joker laughed at this. Adopted, more like kidnapped. If he ever saw that bloody Dusknoir again he was going to make sure it wouldn't be getting up any time soon. Joker looked up to the sky, and was blinded by the sunlight. Judging by the position of the sun, it must have been around 2 O'clock in the afternoon. Wow, he must have been out for over half a day, that boat must've been through hell and high water.

'Hey Rory, look left a little'murmured Mothim back to Joker.

'Don't call me that' he ordered the Mothim, 'I'd even prefer it if you called me 282' he added.

Joker heard a quiet sigh, just as he tilted his view to the left slightly, and saw a small, Fearow-form soaring through the sky. The two couldn't recall a Fearow Pokemorph, and he spent little time checking the others that sat in the wrecked boat with him. Well, there was only one way to find out. Joker closed his eyes, and warped his body into a perfect Mothim form, well, apart from the fact his antennae split slightly at the end.

"Let's go." Joker said out loud to himself, as he spread his huge, orange and black insect wings.

His wings vibrated rapidly, causing him to spring into the air, much like a helicopter, and also shook all remaining sand from his body.

'Arceus, I hate sand' he thought to himself.

He really did, it was the only reason he was living in Jubilife rather than Sunnyshore.

He continued to rise through the air until he was just about the height of the Fearow. Joker squinted his eyes a little, in an attempt to observe the Pokémon better. He noticed that it wasn't quite a Fearow, but a strange combination of the two, another Pokemorph. Joker once again morphed, but this time into a half-human, half-Pokémon form. His skin became a dark black, and his hair an icy white. He still bore his Mothim wings, but his body was primarily human. A breath of wind caught him, and Joker managed to guide himself in the correct direction. Just another lesson at the ENTOURAGE facility…

"Fearow" he said to the Pokemorph, he had no knowledge of the creatures name, and under normal circumstances, he would want to. But this weren't normal circumstances.

(OCC: Now, I'm assuming that due to the fact it says that ENTOURAGE wanted a super soldior using multiple Pokemon DNA, that'll we'll fight that eventually? Just wanted to see if my hunch was right.)
 
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Corinne flies silently, about ready to give up, when she hears someone call "Fearow." She sees a Bug-type headed towards her. She flips over backwards, doing a loop for joy. "Bug guy!" She stops a few feet away, circling slowly. "Thank Arceus someone else is here! I was worried I'd be living on my own! I'm Corinne! Number 258!"
 
The Who: I think sign-ups have ended already.

After a fitful night of sleep, C.J. woke up with the sun high in the sky. He looked upwards, trying to judge the time of day, but saw instead two smudges moving through the air above him.

"Hey!" he shouted. "Wait up!"

The two winged morphs didn't hear him, so he quickly jumped onto his feet and ran after them. Then he tripped, landed face first in the sand, cursed his luck, got up, and started running again.
 
Sinestra heard someone calling his name. It was a familiar voice. He had heard it before, but he couldn't recall who the owner of the voice was. He didn't have to.
Nineteen.
Sinestra sat up. His cat-like ears swiveled in the direction of the sound, pin-pointing the location of Kendall.
Nineteen.
Yes! He remembered now. Sinestra knew that this girl was the daughter of one of the scientists that he was familiar with. He was the one who had always referred to Sinestra as "Nineteen" instead of "Three-one-nine". The name had stuck.
Sinestra stood. He was shaking all over, but he didn't care. There was at least one survivor. Sinestra heard a cry from above. Two flying pokemorphs! That made at least three surivivors, excluding himself. He remembered four morphs on the boat. Sinestra sighed. He hoped they were lost rather than dead. Or Something.
Sinestra turned around.
"Kendall."
 
"Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream merrily, merrily…" Dustin muttered as he gently tried to get used to using the paddles. Everyone else had passed out, but adrenaline was still coursing through Dustin's blood. It didn't help that the delcatty in him was scared out of its mind by the endless expanse of ocean around Dustin. "Gently down…" Dustin jolted awake before he completely lapsed into sleep, before muttering "Oh forget it." Making sure the oars were carefully inside the boat, Dustin morphed into his Delcatty form. Curled into a tight ball, the escaped poke morph drifted into the world of sleep.​



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Dustin stretched out in the warm sun, purring in joy. His delcatty form was sprawled on soft sand, and Dustin could hear waves lapping on a shore behind him… Wait – Waves lapping on a shore. Wasn't he floating adrift in a boat with a few others? Dustin shifted into human form, his eyes shooting open. He was lying on an almost unbelievably perfect beach, a line of trees a few yards away from the ocean. I have to get out of the open, Dustin thought as he trudged through sand to the tree line. Once there, he did the logical thin; followed the tree line to try and find other escapees. Maybe he would run into someone. As much as he hated the thought of joining a group, it would be better for his over all survival. He was in luck. Not a moment later Dustin could see two flying poke morphs in the air and a Persian and glaceon mix-form poke morphs were greeting each other. ​



"Hey, I saw you on the boat!" Dustin shouted out as he shifted into his mixed appearance. It would make him more recognizable. He had only met these poke morphs when escaping. The delcatty morph had never made a point of making friends among the people in the Entourage project.​
 
(OCC: I've named the Mothim, from now on I'll be referring to him as Ike. Just like my characters middle name)
ENTOURAGE
JOKERS LOG #2 – Flying Folk

The Fearow turned at his voice, and then she performed a flip in mid-air. Joker was beginning to think he should have stayed hidden, she seemed far too excitable.

"Bug-guy!" the girl yelled back.

Joker sighed; he had no tolerance for people who struggled to stay serious. She flew up to the Mothim-Pokémorph, but stopped a foot or two away from him, causing 282 to back up slightly.

"Thank Arceus someone else is here! I was worried I'd be living on my own!"

'Trust me. If she stays this hyper, we'll be leaving soon enough' Ike joked.

I'm Corinne, number 258!" she continued, looking just as overjoyed as she had once she had seen him.

"Ro-- Joker" he murmured back, managing to cover up telling her his real name "282".

Another gust of wind caught Joker off guard, breaking his balance. He knew well enough that in his half-form, his wings weren't strong enough to lift him for more than a minute or so. He quickly morphed into his Mothim form, which was more than strong enough to lift him.

'Hey look down, I think we've got another Pokémorph' called Ike once more; he was becoming invaluable at locating the others. Joker had never noticed how observant he was, but then again, he had never been in this situation before.

Joker turned his head down to the near perfect beach, only to see an Abra-like form running across the beach in their general direction. In seconds, he had dropped from the sky onto the white sands. While he preferred to stick to himself, he could use the others if things got hairy.
 
Corinne watches Joker drop the the ground, and sees C.J. running towards them. "Ro-Jo! Wait up!" She dives towards the ground, landing with her back to the other two. She shifts back to human form, quickly putting her eyepatch back on. She adjusts her bangs to cover it as she turns to face C.J. "Hey, you alright? Lean on me if you need a hand."
 
"Thanks," said C.J., smiling weakly.

He took a quick look around him. Besides the Fearow-morph supporting him over her shoulder, he saw another morph standing beside him; a Mothim-morph, if the distinctive patterns on his four wings were anything to go by.

"Anyone have any idea where we are?" he asked.
 
ENTOURAGE
JOKERS LOG #3 – The Island

"Ro-Jo, wait up!"

'She called you Ro-Jo!' Ike joked as he burst into laughter.

'I'm ignoring her this time, but if she calls me that again…' Joker thought back.

258 fell to the ground just as fast as he did, but landed facing away from him and the Abra, and attempted to fix her bright orange hair. She spun around and faced the two Pokémorphs, then began to speak.

"Hey, you alright?" She asked the Abra "Lean on me if you need a hand" she continued.

"Thanks." Replied the Abra, as he smiled weakly.

The Abra looked behind the Fearow, and straight at Joker.

"Anyone have any idea where we are?" he added.

'Yep, a beach'

Joker sighed, it was an awful joke. He transformed straight from his Pokémon form into his human form. It was easier to travel as a human, unless he needed to have a Pidgey's-eye view of things.

"Seems to be an island of some sort, it's hard to tell without a decent search." Joker replied.

(OCC: The OCC threads up, here's the link.)
https://www.pokecommunity.com/showthread.php?p=6075910
 
"Nineteen!" Kendall ran up to Sinestra and hugged him tight. "At least I know that there's someone that I can trust on the island!" She looked up and saw a couple others in the sky.

"So more of us are alive?! This is awesome!" Kendall was so excited that she shot an extra bright Signal Beam into the sky. "Y'know," she said to all the morphs, the flying dou in range, "I may hate my dad, but I love how he gave me Signal Beam; it's a move that gets way too little credit!"
 
Sorry I couldn't post more today

Kendall scrambled over to Sinestra and gave him a rib-cracking hug. Sinestra was so shaky that he fell down after she let go. She was overjoyed that she wasn't the only survivor. She seemed to be glad he was there too.


"Gentle, Kendall. I'm a small kid, you know."
Sinestra grinned. He was serious, but it was still amusing.


He jumped when she sent a Signal Beam skyward. That's like sending a flare that says, "Hey, ENTOURAGE, we're over here!" Sinestra was tempted to give her a death glare, but that seemed like overkill. He just sat there shaking his head.


"You saw those flying Pokemorphs too, right?" he asked, glancing down at the sand, "I think we should head in the direction that they were going in, that is, if we want to meet up with the others."


The more the merrier. Sinestra grinned, then looked back up at the Glaceon morph.

"What do you think?"
 
"I think yes. Let's go!" Kendall pulled the poor boy behind her, not knowing that what she had just done was probably the stupidest thing to do. She then raised herself and Sinestra up on a pillar of ice and greeted the flying pokemorphs, now identified as a Fearow and a Mothim.

"Why, hello. How are you on this fine night?" Kendall asked sarcastically. "I know that I'm just peachy!" Kendall acted annoying, trying to make sure that these guys hadn't stood by the scientists, as she thought she saw some did...
 
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