Mutation Wave

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[OOC: It is alright, Kakashi Hatake. ^-^ And, + Mika +, if your character is not a participant in The Tournament, techinically they do not need to be a morph, I suppose . . . So, alright.

Also, for the purpose of the storyline, I will perform a slight time skip.

Thus, five minutes later, after registration has closed . . . ]

"All participants in The Tournament, please direct your attention toward the nearest video screen."

Io's ears again pricked upward as this announcement was made. After casting a quick glance about, he turned toward a large, flat-panel screen placed on a nearby wall.

"On each screen will be displayed the match-ups for the elimination rounds, which arena your match will be held in, and the time of the match. Every match will be limited to seven minutes. If both contestants are still able to battle at the end of the given time, the judges will decide the winner," the voice continued.

Studying the screen as he continued to listen, Io's rose-shaded eyes began to search for his name.

"The elimination rounds will narrow the contestants to a mere 200 morphs. So, even if you win your match, there's a chance you might not move on to the next round. From the winners, the judges will select only those they believe worthy to continue."

Here, the Skitty morph stiffened and glanced up toward a speaker, his expression evincing distinct dissatisfaction.

"Furthermore, to test your true skill, your opponent shares at least one of your types. So, good luck, fighters! The eliminiations rounds begin in ten minutes."

The already-familiar "click" echoed from the speakers, signalling that the announcement was complete. One ear twitching in annoyance, Io returned his gaze toward the large screen--still searching for his name despite the crowd of morphs that began to surround the monitor. Then, he found it.

There it is. Looks like I'm in the west arena, 10:30, fighting a Linoone morph named Taylor . . . He turned toward the clock. My fight won't be for a while, though. It's only 9:36. Ducking, Io slipped effortlessly through the crowd before making his way gratefully into the freer air of the area.
 
OOC: I've been out of town for a while and so I ned to read through the posts because I wasn't able to find a computer while out of town. When i'm all caught up I'll post.
 
-OoC-

Just a quite comment thinger. :o Is there anyway we can keep Charon's match til later? She's got exams and crap this week and she probably won't be able to post til Friday/Saturday-ish. And Genta-sempai, are any of the prelims PvP or is it all NPCs? I need to know before I post and my second char is just a minor char actually. xP Just Raven's little sister. -giggles- She's a morph but she's too young to compete in the tourny. Adorable really. :3 I'll post her char sheet after school.
 
OOC: Sorry. I suppose I forgot to remind everyone . . . All the elimination rounds are versus NPCs (Non-Player Characters). Basically, create an expendable character to give a demonstration of your morph's abilities.
 
Magnet heard the announcment. He looked at the flat screen t.v. It read all the morphs and there next matches. He searched for his, then his eye caught it. "Hmm, Against a Scizzor named Mike....." Magnet said to himself. "At 10:37" He glanced at the match before him. he noticed that Io, the Skitty morph, was before him. So he decided to watch from the side lines. Magnet floats to the areana side line seats, seeing no need to sit down, hence he floats.

Magnet waits for the match to start, to see Io's abilitys. "This should be good." He thought.
 
-IC-

"….Oh hell." Raven cursed silently, brushing the hair from his eyes as he silently took in what he'd just seen. I have to fight a Machop morph… right… off… the bat…Thankfully I have two hours before my match… I really need to get some sleep… Rubbing his forehead, he looked daringly towards Rave. That arrogant egotistical horned pyro was really starting to get on his nervs. The little twerp seemed to think he walked on air… Air that wasn't good enough for anybody but him

"…Hn. Eve, when's your first match?"
 
Eve scanned the board, finally tracking down her own name. Underneath were her details, and in bold - Milotic. Eve bit her lip, and worked across. She was facing.... Marty. Who was a...
"Tentacruel. Brilliant." she muttered darkly. She never had been keen on those barbed water types, all who seemed to think themselves far superior to a milotic simply for their posion element. Eve had spent many a years trying to shoo wild ones away from her Dad's Milotic, Elegance. She had never been fond of them either.

Eve grinned at Raven. "He's got a lesson on his plate today, that's for sure!" She paused, and glanced up at the board again. He was facing.... a machop. Eve gave him a sympathetic smile.
 
OOC: First of all, I'm really sorry for not posting here in...um...ages. I've been pendling between business and fever all the time and I'm afraid that I haven't been as active as I should, or could, have been. Just couldn't get my writing together...-.-

That being said, I do have a small note; weren't all of the opponents supposed to have at least one type in common with the one they're matched with? *Blinks* I fail to see what type Machop and Umbreon share.[/Prick Mode]

IC:

As Denki entered the scene and began spouting treaths to all concerned, Rave merely gave the electric mouse a grin which seemed to hold a peculiar mixture of malice and amusement in it, although he was slightly dissapointed to find that Arin quickly shooed her little friend off.

"Oh, no need..." the Houndoom morph replied to the Raichu morph's apology, "I actually found him rather...amusing..." there was a definitely sadistic edge to his expression at this point, "And...I do agree with our fish-tailed friend here." he nodded towards Eve, "Why would I want this 'cure' when the 'disease' is so much more appealing?" the Houndoom morph was about to continue, but his attention was quickly diverted as the loudspeakers came to life once more, finally announcing the first pairings.

Test my skill, eh? Rave mused for himself as his eyes quickly scanned the list of pairings for his own name, This had better be good...

A slight hint of disapointment entered Rave's expression as he finally found his first opponent.

"A Sableye morph?" he thought out loud, scoffing dismissively, "Yami, eh? Always nice to know who you're about to maul, I suppose." the Houndoom morph's fangs glinted dangerously as his smile widened slightly...after all, he was mere moments away from getting to hunt again, and after all the bother of not hunting down the nearest prey he wasn't about to be too picky about his opponents.
 
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OOC: Heewo Alter! :3 *waves* I figured it must have been either illness or school or something eating away your precious time. I've been quite busy myself with midterms this week so I haven't posted too much either. XD

Oh, and to all in the thread:

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

I am wearing a: green shirt with my college's name on it, a green sweatshirt jacket ('tis cold today!), green socks with froggies on 'em, and my plastic green shamrock ring that I pulled out of a St. Patrick's Day cupcake back in 1992. Yep, 1992, the copyright's on the back of the ring. I keep weird things. ^^;

Oh, and I'm also wearing a pair of jeans; they're not green, but the way I went on up there it made it sound like I was wearing no pants. o.o

Anyway, onto the post. IC:


Arin
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"Uh... I'll be sure and tell him that you enjoy his, er, company," Arin said to the hooded morph before her, not liking the way he looked when he had said his comment about Denki. She wouldn't tell Denki that though, the little Pikachu might actually do it.

When the tournament was explained further on the large screen before them, Arin felt a twinge of nervousness. Something with a type like her own? There weren't too many electric types out there, and she was really hoping she wouldn't get something like a Magnemite... she had never been good against those. She peered up to the screen to see who and what she would be fighting against.

It was a rather cheery-looking boy, who could only have been a Plusle morph. His wide grin and blonde hair were normal, though Arin couldn't tell if they were natural, or if they were an odd side-effect of being morphed with a Plusle. He had bouncy, thick light crimson ears that flopped along the sides of his head, and though Arin couldn't tell by the picture, she was sure he must have a little Plusle tail.

"Hi!" said a loud voice from behind Arin, "Looks like we're paired up for the next match, eh?"

Arin turned around to see the very boy who's picture she had just been looking at. She blinked, "Uh, yeah." Why was he talking to her so friendly? They were enemies, they had to beat each other.

"Well I must say that I am happy to have such a lovely opponent for my first match," he said with another big smile.

Her right eyebrow raised slightly, Arin could barely come up with what to say to that. "Er... yeah," she stated, feeling a little self-conscious. Now he was hitting on her?!

"My name's Peter by the way. I'm a Plusle morph if you couldn't already tell, and I see you must be a Raichu morph!" Peter the Plusle morph said happily, holding out his hand for a handshake, "May the best morph win!"

Arin took his hand and shook, trying to think of him only as an opponent, and not as a cheery, rather cute boy. How could she expect to win when she didn't hate her opponent? It was one thing to fight people you didn't know, but a whole other story to fight those you do know. She didn't say anything else to him, wanting to keep herself separate, wanting to ignore the fact that everyone here was alike in some way, that they all had been deeply effected by the mutation wave.

'Oh Denki... if only I hadn't made you leave... I know you would have chased this guy right out of here, and then I wouldn't be going through this right now,' she thought to herself, her mind thinking of several different things at once.
 
(( Ok i haven't had a chance to post, yet again because of coursework, so i wanted to know is it my turn to battle i know i should just post about what i'm doing before hand but i just haven't had a chance so could someone tell me, again i'm sorry for my major abscence. ))
 
[OOC: Kakashi Hatake, I am permitting characters to choose their time of battle during the elimination rounds. Thus, if you need your battle to be a little later, it is quite acceptable.

As to the Machop and Umbreon type match . . . If they do not have a common type, I request that you change your opponent. ^-^;; My apologies.

::random:: I once had/currently have a character named Yami . . . ]

Making his way casually toward the west arena, Io tilted his head as the PA system again activated. By this time, a number of morphs had already arrived at their respective arenas, particularly the ones with early matches. This left the main area of the stadium relatively open and caused every sound to reverberate and echo sharply. Still strolling at a leisurely pace, Io listened worldessly to the announcement.

"The time is 9:45. The elimination rounds will now begin." The PA system clicked off.

A thin smile crossed Io's features. Short and sweet. No doubt most morphs are ready and eager to fight. If they're not watching the matches, it wouldn't surprise me if the morphs with later battles are training outside to burn extra energy. Allowing himself a cat-like yawn, Io's fangs glinted in the sunlight as he stepped into a glass-roofed hall. Stretching slightly, a light of burning scarlet edged the Skitty morph's eyes. I have to admit, I'm looking forward to my battle. I've been too irritable lately. It'll be good to finally have something to take out my anger on. Slipping his hands into his pockets, a sadistic satisfaction crossed Io's features. Definately good.

[OOC: As a sidenote, the judges do not stand beside the arena as would be the custom for normal Pokemon matches. They stand in a dark-glass "judging box" and announce their decisions via microphone.]
 
-OoC-

>.> Fine. Is a flying type alright then?

EIGHT MORE DAYS TO KINGDOM HEARTS 2

EIGHT

MORE

FRIGGEN

DAYS​
 
OOC: Meh, it would have to be a Murkrow in that case. The morph would have to be part Dark since it's Umbreon's only type.

And yeah, I think I recall you mentioning your character some time, Kogenta. I just chose that name because it was a fairly easy derrivation from Sableye's japanese name Yamirami. xD

IC:

An amused smirk spread across Rave's face as he overheard the conversation between Arin and her coming opponent. Despite being such a tawny little squirt, the Plusle morph had certainly displayed a measure of cunning by charming his opponent so, it would truly be quite interesting to see if the Raich morph could pull off a proper fight with all those bothersome emotions in the way. But of course, the Houndoom morph was more interested in his own battle, one which, he noted, was just about to start. Silently making his way to his own quarter, the eastern arena as it were, Rave could almost feel the bloodlust in the air. There were people outside, this his senses clearly told him, people who had come to witness this glorious spectacle, the ancient gladiator games reborn. It was at times like these that Rave found himself most in touch with the human race, times when their pretenses of honor and morality were overriden by their true nature, the nature of a killer who considered violence and death the most envigorating forms of entertainment around, and they would get what they had come for, oh yes, perhaps even more than they'd bargained for...

Pushing these musings away from his mind, the Houndoom morph stepped out into his side of the arena, the bright sunlight briefly irritating his eyes and the crowd bursting into an excited bustle as their long waiting finally seemed to have come to an end.
 
OOC: *dies* Yayness!! Kingdom Hearts 2!!! I'm so excited!!! Although, playing that game non-stop is gonna kill my eyes. X.X Oh well, it's worth killing my eyes. Go Kingdom Hearts go! >=) And I've been very careful not to look at spoilers for it too. I know NOTHING! Just seen the previews and a few screenshots (one with a very cute lion cub Sora :3) and that's all! It shall be glorious! /KH2 stuff.

>.> This guy sitting next to me in the computer lab really smells badly of cigarettes. Ick.

Anyway... IC:

"Ooh! When's our match?!" Peter the Plusle morph asked in his cheery voice. He looked up at the matching screen with wide eyes and excitement. Arin looked up there too, she was curious after all, and so she read that their match wasn't until 11:00.

It wasn't too far away, but Arin wished that the boy would just go away, or at least do something to make her mad so that she wouldn't feel so bad when beating him. She had to win, regardless of what the other morphs thought. She didn't want the extra powers that came with being a pokemorph, she didn't want to be able to learn awesome attacks, she wanted things to be the way they were for her. Also, she knew what was to come. She knew that though people tolerated the morphs now, in a few years, whose to say the general public would still favor them? Already there were people that were wary of them, suspicious of them, treated them as if their brains had been dumbed down. If this continued, then soon enough people would be catching morphs and treating them like they already treat pokemon. That would not be right. If Arin could change back, she could be a voice for the other pokemorphs, that you don't become dumber when you change, that there is little difference. She could be an advocate that someone would listen to; for no one would listen to a girl with Raichu ears and a tail.

But... those other morphs... they didn't want the antidote. So why were they here? Were they here simply to fight? How sad... that all they cared about was fighting, to care about it so much that they would compete in some tournament like enslaved pokemon.

Arin didn't know, maybe the others didn't want their rights as human beings anymore.

"Hey...? You there?" Peter's voice sounded as he waved his paw-like hand in front of Arin's face, "What's up? You worried you won't be able to beat me?" He grinned.

Arin sighed a little, "Yes. Yes I am." She paused, "Peter, why are you here?"

"Me? I'm here to have fun!" he said with a smile.

This seemed a bit off-putting to Arin. She had seen some really dangerous morphs around here, surely a Plusle morph knew he stood little chance at coming out of this thing in one piece?

"Well, I'm gonna get a bite to eat and then watch the first match! See ya in our match Arin!" Peter said suddenly, giving a friendly wave to match his friendly smile, and turning to leave. Arin followed him with her eyes for a moment, then wondered what she should do.

Nothing with Peter, that was for sure. Seeing him for this short time already made it harder to go through with beating him, but she would beat him. He was only here for fun, but Arin wanted the prize, and she intended to win it.
 
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Magnet watched amused at the little coversation Arin was having with a plusle morph. "Hmph, just like a plusle. To win their hearts first, but devestate them in the arena. What a shame." Magnet said as he shook his head. He decided he needed some time to kill so he went over to talk to them, bumping in a few other morphs that were in a mad hurry to get to there arena. He came up to them and asked Arin, "Are you planning to use the cure on yourself if you win it? I sure am. I want to be myself again." He looked to the side and saw the Plusle morphs face, cheery as always.

He turned around as someone tapped his back. "Hey, were in the next match?" It was a Scizzor morph, he had Scizzor claws and wings, he even had Scizzor eyes. Black marks alined his body. "My names Mike, Nice to meet you!" He smiled as he said it. "Wow I've never seen a Magneton before! I bet your really skilled in the electric attacks." Magnet nodded as he said, "My names Magnet nice to meet you! I hope we have a good match, so good luck!" Magnet turned his attention back to Arin.
 
Arin
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"Huh? Oh, um, really?" Arin replied to the Magneton morph. She looked a little nervous about him as she remembered a certain past fight with one of these pokemon. Though, he seemed nice enough.

"I was planning on changing back too. I thought that was why a majority of people were here... but I guess they just don't care that they've become the playthings of regular humans. It should be obvious that this tournament was a move to make all of us look like crazed beasts that love to fight," her eyes scanned the other morphs around them, "But everyone here is so much more than that. In fact, pokemon themselves are more than that. I wish people would respect animals more."

If Denki had been there, he would have instantly agreed with Arin. Together they were radical advocates for pokemon rights, and dreamed of a world where the two had equal rights in the eyes of the law. This was how Arin had always felt.
 
Magnet shook his head. "Yes there all drunk with power because they all have new abilitys." Magnet looked at the clock. 10:05. "Well I have to go to my arena, see you around!" Magent floated down the hall with mike, finally stopping to see a crystal encrested door. "Not to bad for an entrance door." Magnet said. He went to the far side of the arena, crowds now excited that thie fighters were here. Mike stood on the other side and looked around. Magnet got into a fighting stance. "We will now begin the first battle of the day." said the judge. Magnet looked to the side to see them in some sort of box. He looked back at Mike. "Good luck." Magnet said under his breath.
 
"...Joy... a Murkrow." Raven sighed, rubbing his forehead, "Hey. All of you. Anybody figured out the order yet?" He was hoping they'd all have matches somewhere near eachother. He, himself, was a klutz at directions but his gut was empty and he wanted to find the food court. Nothing was going to stop his quest for yummies, "We might want to go get some food before we fight. Nobody really wants to pass out in prelims from lack thereof." Letting the hair fall back into his eyes, he leaned back against his wall perch, arms folded under his chest, "...It's up to you all."

Personally? He didn't care if they came or not, he could probably get Eve to show him where the food court was as he was unable to really find anything that wasn't in the dark. Rave though... it would be interesting to talk to him a bit. One thing Raven wasn't entirely happy about was his lack of knowledge about this whole Wave thing. Living his "sheltered" life had prevented him from really learning anything about the others... period. And it was driving him nutts the way his curiousity was making him socialize. If he got it out of his system he could return to his silent synical self which in truth was what he wanted.
 
Eve was still scanning the crowd for her challenger. "A tentacruel... A...oh!" She gapsed out loud, spotting her partner by the reception desk, apparently complaining.
He was relatively good looking, with smooth blue hair that looked distinctly shiney, and two large pink orbs atop his head. His hair covered one eye in an emo fringe, covering one eye. What pretty eyes they were too, black and green! His skin was green too, the same colour as a tentacruel's tentacles. The ends of his fingers were splayed, like the tips of a jellyfish's stinger.
He was dressed in tight drain-pipe jeans and a stripey black-and-grey jumper - He looked incredibly human, despite his 'condition'.

Eve glanced at Raven, but as his attention was elsewhere, she decided to approach her opponent, albeit cautiously. For a moment, she just stood beside him, watching him curiously. He was ranting about something, but Eve wasn't really listening.
Eventually he turned to her, his black-green eyes watching her skeptically. "What do you want?" he asked sharply.
"'m your challenger. Eve." she nodded her head in the direction of the board. The tentacruel looked, and his face fell into even more of a frown.
"Ah...." he eyed her up and down, no doubt sizing up how much of a challenge she would be. Eve felt herself blush. "This will be...interesting..."
Eve nodded, not really knowing what to say. She made her excuses, and returned to Raven.

"That was awkward..." she muttered.

{ooc| Alter, is there any way to get the trainers in your match call to want a rematch...faster?
I miss versus seeker... I might just trade my pokemon to LG and train them on there, it's so much easier to get a rematch.}
 
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Io stood at the edge of the east arena, the "stadium-style" seating permitting him an unobscured view of the battlefield below. Folding his arms and leaning against the nearest wall, the Skitty morph silently studied the fighters that stood facing one another below. On the opposite side of the arena, above the seats, rested a "box" windowed with dark glass. Within this box could be seen a single shadow that leaned over the silhoutte of a microphone. As the tension and excitement within the arena increased, a message boomed out from the speakers--each word in almost perfect unison with the identical message being spoken in every arena.

"Match one of the Slateport Pokemorph Tournament . . . begin!"

As the two morphs below sprang toward each other, another morph in the stands half-rose in excitement. Seeing this, Io himself straightened. And, as the other morph turned, allowing Io to view his profile, a smirk crossed the Skitty morph's features. So, that's my opponent.

The Linoone morph's hair was of moderate length, though rather unkempt, and fell at random intervals before his face in uneven bangs. Cream-coloured, though streaked with a warm, earthen brown, the hair was parted by a pair of Linoone ears that rested at the side of the boy's head and were eternally cocked as though one ear were somehow broken. Though occasionally partially covered by a stray wisp of pale hair, the Linoone morph's eyes shone with an undaunted, almost unnatural, sapphire light. Eyes sparkling even more brightly, the boy leaned forward to view the match with increasing intentness. As he did this, his brown-striped tail flicked involuntarily about.

Io returned his weight to the wall behind him, seemingly satisfied. The kid seems to enjoy watching fights. Later, I'll see if he's any good at them.

[OOC: ^-^;; Though it was originally simply named "The Tournament", the name seemed too vague for an official announcement. So . . . I changed it. :: sweatdrop :: Sorry . . . ]
 
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