Mutation Wave

[cinnamon]

hi like ure roleplay cant add anytin rightnow

 

[Light_Azumarill]

Erm... cinnamon? You shouldn't really post in RPs that you're not in. It's quite spammy, kay? ^^; In fact, it would be nice if you could just delete your post altogether.

 

[Alter Ego]

Bother, bother, bother... Rave mused for himself as he strode down the hall, now donning a fresh set of clothes almost identical to the ones he had been wearing on the battlefield while still holding the burned tatters of the old set in his hands. The Houndoom morph soon came to a halt, however, as he spooted a familiar figure in his vicinity, no, two of them no less...

"My, my...isn't this a pleasant surprise?" he asked in a conversational tone, walking over to Arin whilst quite purposefully ignoring Magnet. After all, to the Houndoom morph's eyes it was nothing more than a plain every-day Magneton. He might have wondered what a seemingly wild pokémon was doing in the tournament area, but Denki was there as well, and, well, this was Arin...and she seemed like the kind of erratic Sudoowoodo-hugger hippie-type that spent all her free time talking with trees and holding protest marches, so he assumed that speaking to wimpy electrical types was just another one of the Raichu morph's quirky little hobbies.

"Arin, was it?" the Houndoom morph added in confirmation, stopping fairly close to the girl, "Oh, and I see you've brought your little knight in shining armor..." he cast a mocking glance at the Pikachu, "Squeaky, or whatever his name was. How nice. And I take it, this would be another one of your furry little friends?" he briefly nodded towards Magnet, "You do realize that this is a battle of pokémorphs, not trainers? I'm afraid your little servants won't help you in the battlefield."

 

[Light_Azumarill]

"E-eh?" Arin stammered, caught a bit off-guard by the sudden appearance of Rave. He truly did make her nervous, and she was by no means sorry that she had missed his match. He did not look like someone you would want to spar with. She was a little surprised, if not worried, that he had remembered her name. His comments that were far from the polite tone he took didn't really bother her, but she knew they would bother someone....

{YOU! I'll get you! I'll stuff those smarmy words right back down your throat until you choke on them!} he prepared to actually lunge at the morph before them, wanting to take out all of his pent up anger on the boy before him. Arin figured something like this was about to happen, so once again she pounced on her friend.

"Denki stop! You'll only make him laugh more at you that way!" she said sternly, "For once stop being reckless!" She must look so stupid, always having to interrupt her conversations because of Denki's attitude.

The little Pikachu knew she was right, he was certainly no match for that guy, and so the mouse nodded angrily, glaring all the while at Rave. Arin relaxed a bit and stood up, brushing herself off.

"You assumption happens to be wrong," she said plainly, addressing Rave's ending statement regarding her being a trainer, "Very, very wrong. In fact, it's so wrong for me that it makes me want to laugh." She paused for a moment, surprised at herself. Why was she saying it like this to him? Did she want to provoke this guy to bite her face off? She couldn't help it though... on this subject, she got quite passionate.

"I'm not a trainer. I've never had the desire to ever become a trainer, and I probably never will, so... these aren't my pokemon," she paused again, wondering if she should just drop it there, "Pokemon aren't just tools to be used by humans... they're living beings with thoughts and feelings. Just becaue they don't choose to live in the same way that humans have doesn't mean that they're below us. That's what I believe, and so I don't own any pokemon. This Magneton is actually a contestant in this tournament, whom I was having a lovely conversation with until you so rudely butted in with your accusations. As for Denki, he is a friend of mine that willingly wanted to follow me to this tournament. He takes no commands in battles from me, I assure you. He also plans to go back to his clan after I win this tournament."

She was determined not to let her nervousness around him get the better of her. Luckily the boy had stumbled upon a topic that gave her confidence when she spoke.

 

[Barboach]

Magnet nodded at Arin. He then looked at Rave. "I am a trainer. I don't use pokemon for tools. They have feelings and thoughts." Magnet said. "And i'd rather you not budge in like this. Being it rude. As Arin said. I assume you are a houndoom morph. Me being a Magneton morph, is posing no need to be a snob and act like your better then everyone else." Magnet said in a slow and calm voice. He was hoping the houndoom morphs temper was not going to get the best of him. He did not want another battle today. "And if you hadn't noticed, I am not made of fur, I am made of steel."

 

[Kogenta]

[OOC: Er . . . cinnamon, I am afraid I must agree with Light_Azumarill. Thank you, but please refrain from posting if your post bears no relevance . . . ]

A sudden clapping split the tension as a faint laugh began to mingle with the sharp, rhythmic sounds. Standing a short distance away, Io clapped a few more times before lowering his hands to his sides. Though his smile was almost indiscernable, the Skitty morph's amusement remained clear. Approaching the group, Io quipped, "Glad to see you're all getting along--as always." After giving a slight nod of recognition to Magnet, he briefly complimented, "Quite the battle," before turning toward Arin.

"I'm suprised to hear something so bold from you. But, then again, we all have our moments, ne?" Io then glanced at Denki, his claws slowly--seemingly unconsciously--extending from his hands as his cat eyes focused on the mouse Pokemon. Then, suddenly withdrawing his claws, the cat morph merely smiled and shrugged slightly before turning toward Rave. Stark crimson began to bleed into Io's dull, rose-coloured eyes, indicating the beginnings of a tainting of his previously 'good' mood. His cat ears flattening themselves as his feline instincts aroused within him, the Skitty morph casually added, "Your battle was rather enjoyable to watch as well, if not vaguely disappointing and perhaps as disconcerting . . . You could have been killed." Io then fell into emphatic silence, intentionally leaving his latest statement to be interpreted however seemed best to the hearer.

 

[Alter Ego]

"My, my..." Rave commented, shaking his head at the snappish remarks coming in from all sides before focusing his gaze on Arin again, "Such bravado...you'd almost think I couldn't hear your heart beating like a cornered little rabbit's. As for you, my metal-covered aquintance..." he cast a brief glance at Magnet, "You seem to have a very hypocritical way of defining rudeness, jumping at me with such insulting accusations before you even know who I am..." his blood red eyes glinted slightly, "...truly, you call me rude even though you behave no better yourself, eavesdropping on words which were meant not for you, but for our mouse-eared friend here..." he nodded towards the Raichu morph, "Really Arin, you should discipline your servants better, that's why I prefer mine captured. And incidentally..." the boy added to the Magneton morph, "I believe that the term you are looking for is 'butt', not 'bout. I would suggest investing in a dictionary, it would truly help you quite a bit...oh, and you might want to look up 'Irony' and 'Sarcasm' too while you're at it, both concepts are apparently quite foreign to you."

The Houndoom morph then listened calmly as Arin proceeded to preach on about pokémon rights and other semantic nonsense, "Yes, I see...very touching, I'm sure." his voice was continuously polite, "I am so glad I amuse you, after all...you and your quaint little bodyguard here..." he nodded towards Denki, "...are quite an amusing duo. But due tell me..." he added, quite visibly amused, "...what is it about me that evokes such violent reactions in supposedly civilized people like yourselves? Every time I try to have a civilized conversation, all I get from you is treaths and snappish remarks. Really..." he discreetly called upon his fire powers, amplifying the rays of sunlight which were passing in through the windows, particularly the ones which fell on Magnet. Yes, the Steel type probably wouldn't be too comfortable with that.

"Ahh...but the battle wouldn't have been half as educational for my dear opponent if I had finished him off straight away." Rave remarked at Io's comment, "Besides, I wished to extend the fun a bit...is that so wrong? I did tell you that I was in for the spirit of the thing, didn't I...kitty? And it really wouldn't have suited the spirit for me to die...even though you might have wished otherwise."

 

[Light_Azumarill]

Snappish remarks? What did he expect? Warm and happy greetings? Arin paused in thought for a moment. Had she been too critical of him? He hadn't really done anything to her personally... but there was just something about him that made her feel an odd combination of frightened and angry. Perhaps it was instinct from being combined with a Raichu... or perhaps it was his appearance that made her afraid. Still, his constant polite tone made her really angry. Why couldn't he just act the way he meant to? Was he just trying to amuse himself with them all? Did he really think he was that superior to them? She certainly knew she couldn't stand anyone who thought they were better than anyone else. People should be equal, they should be treated with respect and not in a condescending fashion. She frowned at his question, truly unsure of how to answer it.

Denki had had his fill of this conversation. It was angering him at how scared Rave was making Arin, and these other two boys were both very unfamiliar to him so it was making him anxious. Not nervous, for Denki rarely felt frightened; just anxious. Not to mention he was getting quite frustrated at trying to figure out what the word 'quaint' meant. He was sure it was some sort of derogatory statement but he couldn't be sure... his eyes narrowed at Rave... he would figure it out soon enough, and when he did that Houndoom morph would be sorry!

Arin looked up as she heard Rave address the Skitty morph as "kitty". She suddenly found her voice again, "That might have something to do with our attitudes towards you," she said matter-of-factly, "It usually makes people a little ticked when they hear you refer to them as something they'd rather not be referred to as."

It wasn't the whole answer, but it was some of it.

 

[Kogenta]

Io raised an eyebrow slightly at Arin's latest comment. More boldness, eh? Returning his expression to its previous state, the Skitty morph noncholantly replied, "Ah, my apologies then, pup. I forgot that the incompetent often take particular pleasure in what little they can do." Here, he shrugged, though he silently noted the increase of sunlight streaming through the windows. "I suppose my memory has never been terribly good." His scarlet eyes glinting like fire in the golden rays, Io bared his fangs in what almost seemed a good-natured smile.

I know I'm walking on thin ice--or hot coals, as it were. And, with the sun like this, fire types would have the advantage if a fight broke out. Somehow, though, I think I'm enjoying this. One of Io's cat ears twitched slightly. Heh. It's probably just my pathetic Skitty DNA that's doing all the talking for me now. At least now I know it's better for more than being sickeningly happy.

 

[Alter Ego]

OOC: Ohh...question! Will there be scores distributed for these first battles or will those only be handed out later on? Just curious. ^^

IC:

Rave carefully concealed a smirk at Denki's expression, returning the Pikachu's fierce stare with a completely indifferent one and not ceasing to do so until the comments raining in from various sides forced him to turn his attention elsewhere.

"And once again I face hypocrisy..." he replied to Arin's comment, "Our cat-eared friend here has called me a pooch for the whole time, as you will recall, and in fact, he came at me with a clearly aggressive manner of speech the very first time we met. But of course...I must be the "bad guy" in this instance as well, no? After all...I've got dark skin and horns, that makes me obviously evil." he said the last part in a clearly sarcastic tone before turning to adress Io, "Don't rack your mind with our relations, Arin..." he added in a surprisingly friendly voice, "It all boils down to the old cat and dog relation, I'm afraid..."

"Are you still speaking, kitty?" he asked in a dismissive tone, "If you are then you are wasting your time, I happen to find our mouse-eared acquintance here far more interesting to talk with, so why don't you go find yourself a ball of yarn to play with and leave us sentient beings to our coversations, hmm? Not all of us consider childish name-calling the most important thing to do, you know."

 

[Light_Azumarill]

OOC: I finally dragged myself here! XD

IC:

"I... uh...," Arin stammered, unsure of how to reply. He was right... Arin had seen them when they had first met, though she was a short ways away, so she really wasn't too sure. Io had been a bit unecessarily rude to the morph.

She dropped her gaze guiltily. What was she doing? Did she think that because the person before her was a bit creepy that he deserved some sort of punishment? He really hadn't done anything to anyone here as far as Arin knew. Perhaps it was these blasted Raichu instincts that were making her ears twitch and her skin prickle in fear when he was around. It wasn't just him that she felt this way towards; earlier she had brushed past a Persian morph, and she felt an overwhelming urge to run far, far away.

Did she really want to make this guy mad at her? Did she really need to use up her energy in some argument?

Denki raised an eyebrow, {Huh! Maybe you are evil because you have horns and are black. I have yet to meet someone who has those things and isn't!}

Arin sighed. "That's not fair Denki," she said to the Pikachu, finally coming to a decision, "He's got a point. Well then, I apologize for judging you too quickly. It's just... well, you must admit you seem a bit... creepy; not that it's a crime but, it's an explanation. Plus, I've already been made a fool of by that Plusle morph, and I'd rather not repeat the same mistake."

{Pfft... you'd better not make her regret this!} Denki growled in a low voice to the morph.

She paused, considering her thoughts for a moment, then she held out her hand. "Truce?" she said, awaiting a response.

 

[Mika]

-OoC-

Is it too late to join the RP? I have a few questions in regards to what weapons are restricted.

>> Pm Kogenta, don't post into a board that's already well underway. It's really obnoxious and the rp is /closed/ for applications.

Alter will probably bite you. o.o beware!



-IC-

He'd found his quiet space, sitting here in a tree just outside the dorms, sleeping quietly on the branch as the sweet scents of food, flowers and the nice silence of the afternoon due to the fact everybody was fighting through their various prelims. It was like his own little piece of heaven, just sitting there, relaxing, thinking about how easily he'd taken down his opponent. That idiot had barely lastest a few moments before he'd been returned to the dirt he'd come from, withering in pain after that final blow he'd been given. The umbreon couldn't help but break a smile, That... was an enjoyable fight. Yawning softly, he looked up towards the now somewhat setting sun, I... should get down before people start coming back... Seems that my...fellow morphs...live in housing units much like that of normal people.

Dropping down easily from the tree, he looked from side to side. ....Eve.... I should probably go find her.... She doesn't seem the type of person who's used to... crowd situations. She seemed... awkward around people... specifically male people... Drat, why am I worrying about her? She's just another person... God da-no, I won't think about that. I'll just find her and put her on a friggen leash or tracker or something so I don't worry like some stupid girl... Sighing, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his cloak, walking down the road towards the main lobby Why am I so concerned about that girl...? I... barely even know her... and I refuse to admit she's like /her/...but... could that be why I want to protect her from the slime here? Why am I thinking this anyways...?! Stopping his thoughts, he pressed through the main doors of the lobby, looking around for any signs of Eve and hopefully no signs of that stupid mutt or the blasted little kitty.

 

[Kogenta]

[OOC: The purpose of the first round was merely that of entry into the tournament. Points will be awarded beginning with the second round.

As of yet, my judgment for each round rests on a morph's skill, creativity, the realistic nature of their tactics (to some degree; Pokemon in themselves are rather lacking in realism), and how well (descriptively, clearly, etc.) their actions are described.

To be fair, each roleplayer will submit their point judgments for Io. After averaging the numbers, I will round them to the nearest whole number. Your judgment of Io will not affect my judgment of your characters.

If you have any suggestions for an altering of the points system, I am open to them. ^-^;;]

Io's smile grew, his bared fangs now glinting as dangerously as he eyes. Though a quick retort rested on the edge of the fighter's tongue, he refrained from speaking, instead satisfying himself with a quiet laugh. Turning away, Io glanced back over his shoulder at Denki. In a single motion, the Skitty morph raised his hand and extended his claws before waving his hand in slight farewell to the Pikachu. "Good luck, mouse. Hope you don't get eaten." The cat morph's gaze shifted to Rave. "As for you . . . " Any lilt, sarcasm, or mocking vanished to be replaced by a more calm, serious tone. "I look forward to meeting you in battle." Granting a brief, curt nod to all others present, Io turned and started away.

Withdrawing his claws, Io slipped his hands into his pockets and strode through the tournament building, his eyes returning to their quieter, dull shade of frosted rose. As the Skitty morph made his way silently through a pair of glass doors into the open air, he paused, feeling his hand come into contact with the ID card he had earlier abandoned in his pocket. Holding the plastic card beneath his gaze, Io stopped to ponder it for a short time. Whoever's holding this tournament has a lot of money, that's for sure. But, even before he was morphed with an Alakazam, my father was genius. Beside that, after mother died, he was extremely driven to find the cure to the Pokemorph mutation. I can't help but wonder how this tournament's holder found the cure my father couldn't . . .

 

[Charon]

{ooc| I have been meaning to post in here for ages, but I'm just so LAZY.
Mika's volenteered to help me get }

Eve had been walking for some time now.
Her fight had yet to take place, but her partner had disappeared. She had actually gone looking for the tentacruel morph, but after a good hour of wandering she still hadn't spotted him. Eve almost hoped he had gone home, and she wouldn't have to fight... but in a way, she wanted to, she wanted to prove herself.

The milotic 'morph glanced behind her. They're still following... she thought irratably, glancing back to the boys behind her. They were ordinary enough, dressed in jeans and footballs hirts sporting the names of their preferred teams. They were, overall, rather boring boys - but their companion was something else.
He was definetly a morph. Green wings fringed his arms, a beak protruded front where his nose should have been, and a jaunty feather protruded from his head. Eve swore under her breath. He was a morph. A Xatu morph. She kept walking, ducking behind a row of houses in the hope of loosing them.

For a moment, Eve actually thought she had lost them. There was no sign of the boys anywhere, and she gave a sigh of relief, leaning back against the wall.
Then the air began to buzz.
A moment later, something flickered into view infront of her. The three boys, clinging to the arm of the Xatu 'morph. They had teleported.
The three ordinary boys stepped away from the 'morphed friend and moved closer to Eve, a dangerous glint in their eyes.
"We want your money and your mobile phone-" they paused and exchanged glances, laughing lecherously. The Xatu morph was examinging his feathered arms boredly.

 

[Mika]

-OoC-

Yeah, I came up with an idea to get Charon back in the rp. x3 –is proud of self–

Well I dunno how this point thing works. ^^; sounds like math.




-IC-

She was being tailed

Raven had come across the girl and her groupies a few hundred feet back. For the moment, he was simply following behind Eve, staying far enough back to prevent her from thinking she had a fourth stalker but close enough to jump in if they went a step further with a different motive

When they did box her in, their slurring faces and eager hands pressed towards her for her phone and money, Raven very coolly approached Eve from the side and came to a stop a few feet away from her, "…is everything alright here?" Thankfully the morphs had one thing going for them: Raven's eyes were still yellow. They hadn't switched to amber… yet, "…you're not bothering her are you?"

 

[Charon]

{ooc| M-math? *hides behind Mika*}

The human boys burst out into racous gufawing at Raven's question. "Bothering her?" they exchanged glances, grinning. "'Course not, just harmless-"
"Shut up!" The Xatu morph had been watching Raven cautiously; he knew very little of pokemon, but his xatu instincts were screaming a warning. Umbreon. Dark-type. Predator. He took a step backwards, the feathers on his arms quivering. He turned to his friends. "He's a 'morph, don't you see?"
The other boys seemed unperturbed by their friend's fear. After all, their knowledge of pokemon was even more primitive than their friend's; how were they to know about type advantages?
They put a heavy hand on Eve's shoulder, and the girl flinched noticeably.

She cursed herself inwardly; don't show your fear! the voice inside her head cried. But she was scared. She had her Milotic powers, didn't she? Though... they were far too risky. Far too untrustyworthy. A simple slip of the tongue, a miscalculation, could make the wave of Surf she intended to simply wash them away into a murderous tsunami.

{ooc| bad, short post. xP}

 

[Alter Ego]

OOC: Urgh...I have to take a break from the extended essay for a moment...if I go on I swear it's going to swallow my soul and seek to conquer the world by using my body. Don't ask how that would work in practice...o.o

And Mika...don't mention the M-word right now, please...you have no idea what the M-Word entails...spend two days' worth of free time in a row trying to figure out transcendental numbers...then you can come and mention the M-Word...for then you will have known my pain and will know to treat it with proper caution...~_~

Oh, and your point system sounds fine, Kogenta. Just aslong as I don't have to do any of the [Insert M-Word here at your own peril]. ^^

IC:

"How funny..." Rave remarked at Denki's comment, "I've yet to meet anyone who's short, loud-mouthed, and covered with yellow fur who would be good, so I suppose that putts us on equal grounds, no?" he let his gaze travel back to Arin, noting with a measure of satisfication that the Raichu morph was clearly confused now. 'Well, at least she has some manners...' he added for himself as an observation, not really feeling one way or the other about it, 'And in this company that seems to be quite a rare trait, this should be...amusing at the very least.'

"That's very insightful of you..." the Houndoom morph replied at Arin's explanation, still keeping whatever he felt private, "If a tad paranoid. But then again, constant caution is what keeps the predator from becoming prey, no?" his eyes glinted slightly at the last remark, although the constantly neutral tone of his voice made his words, at the very least, open to interpretation.

"I imagine that you do, kitty..." Rave replied calmly at Io's remark, briefly following the Skitty morph's movements with his eyes, 'But you won't feel that way about it when it's over...' he added in his mind, small sparks of fire briefly dancing around his fingers without him even noticing it, 'No...I don't think you will...'

 

[Mika]

-OoC-

Eeeek! -beats back [horribly bad book] with a stick- Bad [Bad word] book! Bad bad bad! You canna have Alter's soul. D: -beats more-

o.o You might try the above statement Alter on your [explicitive bad word] book if it's hardback. Just drop it down a flight of stairs or take it out back and wail on it for awhile. -nodnod-

And in this post, I'm probably gunna mess up the Aikkido movements. Feel free to slap me Alter if I do. :3





-IC-

"...leave her alone." He mumbled, hand tightening into a fist. The humans seemed to ignore him however and the moment they layed that obscene little hand on Eve's shoulder, Raven vanished, executing a Faint Attack that stopped short but put him right beside the boys. Attaching to the shoulder-grabbing hand's wrist, he twisted it down and around, effectively breaking the boy's grip. Had he twisted it further... well... the boy wouldn't have a wrist that wasn't broken. With his eyes flashing very dangerously close to an amber color, he pressed himself between Eve and the perverted teens, a hand to the side protectively, "Just what the hell do you think you're doing here? You, you Xatu morph, if you're in the tournament you better kiss that antidote goodbye if you and your little buddies don't get the hell out of here. Now."

Turning towards Eve for just a moment, he gave her the "Stay behind me and keep quiet" glare before turning back towards the boys. They wouldn't stand a chance if they fought but humans tended to be stupid.

 

[Charon]

As Raven began to fight back, the boy's hand went limp and he automatically began to pull back. Still, it was too late, and once Raven had finished breaking his arm he wrenched himself away, coming to stand beside his friends. The Xatu froze up in sudden fear. He had fled from his own pokemorph fight, and here he was, facing his weakness. Very slowly, he gestured for his friends to come closer. When they ignored him, he strode over to each of them, grabbed their hands, and teleported, fleeing the scene without so much as an apology.

Eve gave a loud gasp of relief. "Thank..." she began breathlessly, "Thank you." She hadn't realised it at the time, but she had been holding her breath. She nearly fell against Raven, she was so relieved, but some how she managed to stay standing, after swaying very briefly.
She turned to him, lowering her gaze. Her cheeks flushed red. "I could have handled it myself..." she muttered in embaressment.

 

[Mika]

-IC-

"…good. At least one of them had a freaking brain of sorts…" Raven scoffed lightly as the last particals of teleportation dust faded away, "Freakin perverts… this whole blasted town is full of them, you outta travel with another person from place to place if you can." Brushing the hair from his eye, he turned around to face Eve. Shaking, all but sobbing mess and still acting like had he not been nearby, everything would've been just peachy. He couldn't help but feel an overwhelming urge to protect this type of person. And it sure as hell better be the morph doing this to me… I really hope I wasn't born a sap.

"I could've handled it myself..."

"Like hell you could've." Shaking his head, he pointed towards the lobby, "…let's go back to the lobby at least? I don't like this place… too dark even for me." It wasn't the dampness of this place that was getting to him, it was the fact they were cornered in this very small little area with the walls that were so close together...it just reminded him of that room in that building... and he hated that building, hated it more than he hated overly femine women, "Please... I really don't like it here..." He shivered visibly, unconsciously.


-OoC-

Sorry it's so short, PC deleted the original and I can't remember the last sentence. If I remember it, I'll add it.