Pokemon: Hybrid Chronicles

Marcus commenced his typical morning training session which didn't consist of battle simulations but a series of quick aerial maneuvers inside the training room, working of his evasion and dodging. He went through these for a few rounds but he just wasn't into it this morning. Aside from the fact that his chest and arms were still throbbing from that Dark Pulse, something else was bothering him. Marcus still didn't know why he had saved Jasper but at the same time he wondered why the others stepped in as well... was it because he was in trouble? Or because the kid was in trouble... These kinds of things didn't normally bother Marcus, mostly because he never did anything to warrant those kinds of thoughts. He slid to a halt in the training room, stopping the exercises and walking out the double door, tossing his empty plate into the garbage and re-entering the cafeteria. It had definitely thinned out now, and only the healthy morphs remained.

"They must have took the kid to the medical wing already..." Marcus thought to himself. He saw two morphs parting ways after a conversation, one was the Flareon hybrid that had rescued him from before. His wings perked with gratitude at the realization as Marcus leaped high into the air, hovering to a slow landing and picking up pace to walk next to the flareon girl.

"Hey... hey thanks for saving my wings back there against Rowan...I thought I was done for, sorry I couldn't return the favor..." Marcus said quickly and apologetically. He really had no clue what to say to her, they had never really had a face to face talk before.

"So whats going to happen to the kid? Did you hear anything? And you? Are you okay? And Rowan and his goons... I'll be on their list for a long time..." Marcus paused awkwardly for a moment, looking at her, "I'm sorry, I tend to ramble when I've got a lot on my mind...are you headed to the medical wing? Let me walk you there, its the least I can do..."
 
Jiro had completed a few pages drawings once more, and had put his tail down to marvel at them. He could stay drawing for hours on end, but part of him said it was unhealthy just to stay in his room, and he sought something else to do. It occurred to him that he was still in the clothes he had been wearing the previous night. Not having pajamas, lucky the scientists cared about him enough to provide basic clothing, he usually slept in whatever he was wearing when tired.

Not wanting himself to smell like Taro, he decided to take care of his daily hygienic needs, such as brushing his teeth, taking a shower, and the usual things he did to keep himself clean. Grabbing a fresh pair of clothes from his closet, he exited his room and proceeded twords the showers. He glanced down the hall at the scene in the cafeteria. The medics were doing what they could for the ailing pokemon. Jiro hoped they turned out alright. Rowan had never killed (to his knoweledge anyway. He was sure the scientists would not keep him around if he had) but he had severely injured pokemon before. There was no telling how long the group would have to be taken care of. It didn't seem as if their basement exploration plans were going to be executed any time soon.

Reaching the washrooms, Jiro peered inside. Nobody was currently there, most of them probably being in the cafeteria still. That was good for the Smeargle hybrid. Dispite the fact that it was a male-only washroom, and therefore nobody would see anything they didn't know about, undressing infront of others was one of his many insecurities. Picking a shower unit, the smeargle hybrid quickly removed his clothes, neatly hanging them on the hook outside the shower, stepped inside, closing the curtian behind him and proceeded to wash himself.

Jiro spent a bit of time getting the water temprature just right. He enjoyed hot showers, and it always took a while to find that temperature that was just hot enough for him to tolerate. You know the rule for washing your hair? Lather, rinse, repeat? Well, because Jiro had fur, that applied to his entire body. Once he had found the right temprature, the Smeargle took quite a bit of time to wash himself. By the time he had exited the shower, condensation had built up on the mirrors and the room was covered in a fog. Shaking himself off like a dog would to dry himself, he stepped out of the shower, ran the tap a bit more to wash down any of his paint that may still be at the bottom, dressed himself, and left. Taking a shower always made him feel refreshed.

Depositing his dirty clothes in a laundry chute, Jiro decided to return to the cafeteria once again. Only watching from the door, everyone seemed to still be very intreauged by the situation. Jiro remained on the sidelines, as he watched the doctors treat their patients.
 
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((OoC: I'm still participating, I'm just really busy w/ school and homework and a new dog in the house that is REALLY difficult to train. I will edit this into an RP post tomorrow.))

*Will edit into RP post tomorrow*
*Vanishes like the ninja he is...:D*
 
Ashley squinted in concentration, and her ears tilted toward and twisted in the direction of the medics. "The guy that yelled got bit by Jasper. He should've been more careful since he was just in a fight. Now, they've just injected Jasper with something. Probably to make him go to sleep," she whispered, and Kite had to strain to hear her. Doesn't that defeat the point of asking her to explain what's going on over there if I can't hear what she's saying? Kite thought.

The medics suddenly broke out in a quiet conversation. "They thought at first that he was going to have to stay in the hospital wing for three days, but the youngest one reminded them that Jasper can use Moonlight." She started shaking and smiled widely, as though attempting not to laugh again. "The younger medics name is Marion." The trembling and smiling stopped. "The older doc said that the Moonlight thing would work and that they'll take him out tonight. Now the younger one is asking how they will keep him from escaping, and the doc that was bitten sarcastically replied, 'Just euthanize it or chain it down when you take it out tonight.'"

As the medics dragged Jasper out (at last), Ashley added in a tone of disgust, "They do just about everything they can to make us feel like animals. 'Euthanize'. I guess I should feel realized though. All Jasper has to do is bask in moonlight for a little while, and he'll feel a lot better. Wish my cure would be that quick. The doc will probably tell me that I won't be able to use my attacks for a couple of weeks. Guess I'll have to try to avoid Rowan, but I can't stand to watch him hurt someone else." She looked at Kite sadly. "I guess I should get down there before they come looking for me. Man, this is gonna be worse than a physical and I hate those! See you later, Kite." She walked out of the doorway quite normally, with little sign that she had been recently injured.

Kite stood there, inwardly shrugging. They were treated like animals. Well, that wasn't anything new, Kite had been treated like an animal as long as he could remember. He envied Jasper's healing powers somewhat, for a small part of him lodged in the back of his brain was still disgusted at all his scars. And he really didn't get what was so funny about having the name, "Marion." It didn't seem humorous in the slightest. Although, his idea of humor was rather... eccentric.

He closed his eyes and thought for a second. If Jasper wasn't knocked out on his way to the outside, then he could tell Kite a lot about what the rims of the complex was like, and the knowledge would only help any escape plan. At the very least he would be awake once outside to perform Moonlight.

Shrugging inwardly again, he headed off to his dorm to get a change of clothes.
 
Maverick's eyes slowly opened, but his vision was blurry. He slowly looked down at his body, and was horrified to see most of it coated with the red tint of blood… He tried to speak, but all that came out was a muffled groan. He couldn't move, and guessed that sometime after he went down, someone must have paralyzed him. Pain seared throughout his body, and since he couldn't move there was no way to stop it. He took the time to think more about what had happened, and suddenly remembered an event he didn't notice when it happened. He distinctly remembered Jasper saying, "Seeya, Ashley...ki-" then Jasper had stopped, and instead of calling Maverick 'kid', like he normally did, he had called him by his name.

It was at that moment that Maverick's vision cleared up and he noticed 2 things: first, he was in a room he had never been in before, in a bed, and second, there was a medic next to him. The medic said in a tone which made Maverick feel like the medic didn't notice him. "His injuries don't look like they are going to recover in a second, you know." Maverick would have shuddered if could move.

The person the medic was talking to entered the room, saying in a strange tone, "You! Cake or death!" The medic replied as though they had said this at least 50 times before. "Eh, cake please." "Very well! Give him cake!" "Oh, thanks very much. It's very nice." Then, the visitor said again, "You! Cake or death!" "Uh, cake for me too, please." came the reply. "Very well! Give him cake too! We're gonna run out of cake at this rate. You! Cake or death!" "Uh, death please. No, cake! Cake! Cake, sorry." "You said death first, ahahah, death first!" "Well I meant cake!" "Oh, alright! You're lucky I'm Church of England! Cake or death?" "Uh, cake please." "Well we're outta cake! We only had three bits and we didn't expect such a rush! So what do ya want?" "What, so my choice is or death? Well I'll have the chicken then, please." "A taste of human, sir. Ya like a white wine? There we go. Thank you for flying Church of England, cake or death!"

Cake or death!? How odd. "If I wasn't hanging in the balance here, I would have practically destroyed you. Try to help me stay sane, ok?" Maverick started. He then realized that he was speaking. That meant that he was no longer paralyzed! "Quick! He's awake! He's talking, too! Our sedative is wearing off! Give him another dose!" Turning to Maverick, the medic said, "We aren't done operating yet. You need some more sedative. Night-night!" Maverick collapsed back in bed, unconscious.
 
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namora- much better job lengthwise as well as quality wise

Kansas- Good post, I like your character

Gamekrazy- Great post, nothing negitive to say about it.

King Lucario- I understand, its fine, it might be a little harder to fit your character back into everything, but I'm sure you'll be able to do it.

Lusankya- Great post, has everything I would have asked for

Goulerbot- That was a very...interesting post. I'm not really sure how I should comment.
 
Ashley hadn't gotten far when she heard something landing nearby to her, and she jerked her head up, startled. When she saw Marcus walking beside her, she stopped as he began to speak, "Hey... hey thanks for saving my wings back there against Rowan...I thought I was done for, sorry I couldn't return the favor..." he said quickly and apologetically. Noticing that he seemed a bit awkward and nervous, she nodded and smiled encouragingly. "So whats going to happen to the kid? Did you hear anything? And you? Are you okay? And Rowan and his goons... I'll be on their list for a long time... I'm sorry, I tend to ramble when I've got a lot on my mind...are you headed to the medical wing? Let me walk you there, its the least I can do..."

"No problem. I just hate bullies and can't stand back and watch while something like that is going on. I guess that quality of mine is both a merit and a fault at times......" She gingerly touched her ribs. Watching Kite walking down the hall toward the dorms, she continued, "I was just thanking Kite for his help. You know, every time you think you've got him figured out, he surprises you. I'm quite not sure what I really think of him anymore. By the the way, I am going to the medical wing, and I'll answer the rest of your questions on the way."

Walking slowly to the medical wing, she tried to answer the rest of his question in the order he asked them. Now that she wasn't repeating the scientists' conversation as she heard it, she decided that it was too sensitive and spoke normally, although she kept an eye out for any scientists or such, who might think otherwise. "First of all, the kid's name is Jasper. I could hear the medics that were working on him were saying, and it seems that they're taking him outside tonight so he can use the healing move Moonlight. He needs the moon's glow to use it, you know." She stopped for a moment, her expression thoughtful. Outside...... It's strange. If Rowan hadn't wounded so many, we might've used this opportunity to escape. Then again, we wouldn't have this opportunity. There I go again..... How do I know that I can even truly escape with the way I look?

Speaking up again, she said, "I guess that brings me to your third question. The medic that examined me said that he thought I had some bruised ribs and that I needed to go get x-rayed. I'll have to try to avoid Rowan and his gang, too, since I probably won't be able to fight for a while." Sniffing the air, she made a face, "After that, I'll have to take a shower because I smell like a sweaty Rydon!"

Reaching the door leading to the medical wing, she hesitated, her mind turning to a new subject. "You don't have to come in. As a matter of fact, I have a favor to ask if it's not too much trouble. Could you find Aiden and tell him that I have something that he lost in my room? If you don't know him, he's a pikachu hybrid with a tail, ears and red circles on his cheeks. He usually wears a brown yellow jacket and black jeans. I'm sure that he'll be happy to know that I found it."
 
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((OoC: Sorry guys! I can't do much right now because of school! I'm going to be leaving the RP for a while. I'll still be around, but I won't be able to RP because I'll only be on for about a minute or two.))
 
Jiro watched as the pokemon involved in the fight either left or were carried away for more intensive care. Maverick looked very bad. He doubted he would be finding out what his question was any time soon. Jiro shuddered as he thought of their injuries. He hoped he never would get into a fight like that with Rowan and his crew. Granted, he was pretty sure they would leave him alone once they realized he wouldn't fight back, but he probably would lose quite a bit of blood. Rowan was much more brutal then Taro.

Once everything seemed to have been sorted out, and the cafeteria dispersed, Jiro turned to leave as well. He figured he would return to drawing, his smeargle half just begging to get ahold of a piece of paper. He had turned to leave for his room, when he was startled to hear a voice call him.

"Experiment 537-SM86!" The person called. It was one of the scientists. Jiro stopped, and allowed the person to approach him. "Come with me please. We need you in the medical ward. Don't worry, its nothing serious at the moment, but if it is left alone it may very well become that way."

The scientist began to walk down the hall, assuming Jiro would come along. Sligtly worried, Jiro nodded, and followed. Was there something wrong with him? Apparently so, unless they were planning to unknowingly experiment on him. However, he doubted that. The scientists knew he was very docile and submissive, and if they were going to conduct anything on him, they would most likely let him know.

Jiro noticed Kite and Ashley standing at the door to the medical ward. The scientist who was guiding him simply passed them by, and so Jiro did as well, following him until they entered a small room, with a computer, several medical insturments, and some odd looking machine in the corner.

"573, how often do you paint each day?" The scientist asked. Jiro was a bit suprised by the question, but responded anyway, seeing no reason not to.

"I... I guess I draw very often... at least by human standards." He responded "Its pretty much all I do when Im not out training or eating or something..."

"I see." The doctor, said, taking Jiro's tail and running his hand across the tip, observing the paint that had rubbed off on his fingers. "And about how much paint do you think you exaust each day? Do you ever feel your supplies are running low?"

"N... no sir..." Jiro responded once again "I don't really recall a time when I ever 'out' of paint... I believe my body produces it at a steady rate... D... do you think theres a problem with me?"

The scientist walked over to the computer at the far side of the room and brought up a picture. A side-by-side comparason of what seemed to be a normal Smeargle's organ composition, and his own.

"As you can see, though you resemble a Smeargle very much on the outside, your internal organs vary greatly. Perticularly in the pelvic region." He said, motioning to said area "Your organs are arranged in a way that closely resembles a humans. The normal organs, like the bladder, intestines, prostate and the like have dominance in this area, while your artisan sack, the organ that holds the paint your body produces, is off in a small corner. Looking at a wild smeargle, it is just the opposite. The artisan sack is much larger and dominates more of the space, while other organs are smaller or compacted around it to accomodate it." Jiro nodded at all of this. it made sense. "Here is the problem: Your body is beginning to mature, and when that happens to smeargles, their artisan sac expands in size, allowing more paint to be produced and stored. While normal smeargles bodies have room for such an expansion, yours does not. We are afraid that once yours begins to enlarge, it will burst under the pressure from your other organs. With your paint being potentially fatal when exposed to the bloodstream in large quantities, this is far from a good thing."

"S... so..." Jiro stammered, a bit unsettled by what he had just been told "What are you going to do?"

The doctor motioned Jiro over to a machine in the corner of the room, instructing him to lay on the bed next to it. Doing as he was told, the Doctor took hold of his tail and stuffed it into some type of plastic tube. When about half of it was securely inside, the Doctor moved over to the keyboard and began entering commands.

"This machine is very simple. Essentially, it is a large vacuum that we will use to drain your body of your paint fluid through your tail."

"Wh... what?" Jiro replied in disbelief. They couldn't just suck the paint out of him. How would he draw!

"The absense of paint in your artisan sack should supress its need to expand. I suggest about every two days we have it drained, until your body ceaces to mature. This way, we can avoid it having to be surgically shrunk."

Jiro was about to open his mouth to say something, but the doctor pressed a button on the computer, and whatever Jiro was about to say was forgotten due to the sudden suction applied to his tail. Jiro cringed, not exactly feeling pain, but something very similar to it as the blue fluids were sucked out of his tail. For the first time, he was actually aware that there was an organ within him that was feeling strikingly empty as its contents were forced out of it. It didn't feel right. None of this did. He understood that this was for his health, and he trusted the doctor when he said that it would help him, but the smeargle side of him was screaming for it to stop. His body wasn't intended to lose paint that fast. Surely something bad would come from it.
 
OOC: I suppose it wouldn't hurt to do one post, but I'll be posting a lot less due to school being back on now.
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The first words that registered to Maverick's brain after suddenly collapsing were, "It looks like we may have been wrong…" Maverick's senses slowly returned, and the first thing that struck him as odd was that his body seemed much lighter than usual. His vision was blurry, but his ears were working fine. Perhaps they were working even better… The moment his vision cleared, he realized.

"Why am I in a tank of water?" was his first response. Then, a medic he had never seen before appeared and started explaining. "During the fight that you were in, whoever you were up against is extremely powerful. They somehow used an attack so strong that it did something that would normally be fatal." Maverick immediately inquired, "What?" The medic's reply was something Maverick would never have guessed. "You have a punctured lung."

"What!?!?! Doesn't that mean I should be dead?" "Well," the medic began, "You fell unconscious when your brain was starved of oxygen. We rushed to get you here, in the water." "Don't call me stupid, but how exactly does that save my life?" was the reply. "I was getting to that!" The medic snapped, interrupting Maverick. "You seem to have forgotten, 905, that you do have gills. Anyway, you can't stay in the water forever, so-" "Phew!" interrupted Maverick. "For a second I thought I'd have to stay in this water to live!" "Do I need to tell you that it's a little hard to hear you while you're underwater? And anyway, you shouldn't interrupt! It's rude." Came the slightly angry reply. Maverick poked his mouth above the water, and said, "Well, it's not my fault that you can't hear me. I don't exactly live with many that have normal hearing." The medic was obviously getting frustrated. "As I was saying, since you can't stay in there forever, you'll need to stay in there while we think about how to deal with this problem."

The medic walked out of the room, and Maverick looked carefully to see what was going on. The medic was talking to some other people, but that was boring. He looked through the other door, and peered through another door on the other side of the corridor. What a coincidence. There he saw Jiro, on a bed, with his tail in what appeared to be some sort of computer-controlled vacuum. He was obviously upset about something, but with his punctured lung, Maverick couldn't leave the water to investigate. He would just have to wait and see whether Jiro would come to him.
 
Aiden woke with a jolt as the Truck screeched to a stop. He didn't feel like getting up he was tired from the Previous week. The scientist had put Aiden Through rigourous tough training. Aiden rolled over pretending to sleep. Hopefully i can rest a bit more.. Aiden jumped up when he was prodded with an eletical device. 'I'm up , I'm Up god!" One of the men grabbed Aiden while the other scrawnier one put a blind fold over his eyes. "Say, John?"

"Yes?" Replied the skinny scientist.

"Why do we put a blind fold on the kid when we are in a tunnel?"

"Well, we can't even risk him seeing outside that could make want to escape..."

"But, i already want to escape" said Aiden.

"Shuddup!" Aiden met the burn of the Prod Again. This is electrical why does it hurt me? Maybe.. it hurts my human side?
Aiden was led down a Hallway. He took a left turn, then a right, he felt himself being shoved into a crammes space. Is this an elevator? The Bulkier scientist spoke up again,"Don't you think it is wrong to keep theese poor children locked up here?" The Other man stayed silent for a while. The elevator doors moved open. "Well, sorta, but we have our orders we saving our own hides by doing this.."

"Oh yeah.."

Aiden was then led up a series of stairs. He heard a door open and he was pushed in, but the man had hold of his BLindfold. It soon unraveled and Aiden lost his balance, causing him to fall to the ground. "OW! That hurt!" exclaimed Aiden.

"Well, we didn't put you through all that tough training just to baby you when you got back."

"Yeah, Yeah whatever.. you can leave now.." Aiden almost wanted to ask the Scientists if they knew a way out but they were already gone. If was to see them again no way he would know because the scientist had Masks.

Aiden's stomach began to growl, "Well guess im a bit Hungry.." He stalked off down the stairs to the cafeteria. He could smell the food. Ahh i know that smell it is Balogna. Aiden walked up to the line with his Tray. He noticed ViVi was serving it. "Hey, Vivi is it B'lony Sandwiches?" ViVi Nodded and slapped one down on Aiden's Tray. He sat down and took a small bite out his sandwich. It tasted so good, so much better than that other place. He didn't hesitate before finishing the rest of it off.

Aiden walked over and stacked his tray. He turned around and headed for the battle Arena. He heard the scientists say that Aiden had learned Volt Tackle, and Iron Tail. "With those new moves i now know, Tackle,Quick Attack, Thunder Bolt, Thunder wave, Iron Tail and Volt Tackle. Although they said Volt tackle is new and could stem a dangerous outcome if used so i won't use it as much." Aiden walked over to a panel and tapped a few Buttons. Out came a Prinplup Machine and a Marshstomp. Both are weak against me but i need to watch out for the Marshstom's mudslap.

Aiden saw that Marshstomp started with a Mudslap and the Prinplup charged at him with a full size peck. "Hm.. what to do.." Aiden couldn't think but moments before Aiden Jumped up. It had felt like he no longer had control of his body. Fully awaken, and away from his thoughts. Aiden found himself hitting the ground. "Ok, My Bad.." He Whipped around to see the mudkip shooting a Mudslap at him. Aiden went down and then used a Thundershock. This shot with alot more power. Is this a Thunderbolt? Has it powered up? The Bolt headed straight for the Marshstomp. It was a Direct Hit but the Marshstomp wasn't down.
Aiden realized that the Prinplup was out of sight. He felt a searing pain as a beak met his back. "AAHHH!" Aiden had let out a yelp. He turned around and tackled the Prinplup. It Backed away, still in the fight. The Marshstomp utilized a take-down attack. Aiden was smashed into the wall. HE felt himself weaking another strong hit and he lost. No! I cant Lose with all the training they might send me back again if i lose.. The two pokemon moved together the Marshstomp began to charge a Mud-slap and the Prinplup a drill-peck. I'll definetly be down.. i know Volt Tackle! I must use it. He went down in a tackle posititon. He charged with all his speed. His cheeks surged with electricity. Soon he gave off a Bright glow.
Aiden grew happy as the glow turned into electricity surronding his body. He was seconds away from hitting his enemy. The mud-slap came but the elctricity seemed to block it. He had smashed into the Pokmon-bots. There was a lot of smoke. Aiden waited in excitement. When the Smoke cleared he realized that he had won. "Wow! What a big relief..." He reached up wiping sweat off his brow.
 
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Namora- Good post! Ashley's character really shows in your posts.

Goulerbot- Aww, that stinks. Well, its okay, I understand, I've got homework and school issues as well (and internet, once or twice). Good post, by the way.

King_Lucario- For some reason I always end up typing Kind_Lucario, and then I have to go back and correct it. Anways, yeah, its the same with everyone, me included, so its fine if you can't post for a while. Come back though, okay?

Gamekrazy- Great post! Don't know how I should comment, well, the way you portrayed the doctor's statement and Jiro's reaction was very good. I feel bad for Jiro, having to go through that and lose his paint.

Lostt- Well, that post explains your absence very well, and overall I would have to say its a good post.
 
Maverick was fed up waiting for Jiro. It just added to how bored he was. He was quite happy, for a while, doing stunts in the tank of water he had been placed in. Ah well… what am I going to do now? He sighed. This was a lot more boring then he thought it would be. He started to twiddle his thumbs, happy with the fact that he was one of those hybrids who actually had thumbs to twiddle. He kept this up for about five minutes, an impressive feat seeing as he was underwater. At about that time, Maverick was minding his own business. Little did he know, someone had been listening in…

Maverick was stunned as a Blaziken hybrid walked in. "I heard everything that was said since you first arrived in here, kid." Maverick was surprised; as he was sure he'd heard that voice before. He inquired, "Who are you?" The Blaziken hybrid immediately replied, "Well, I suppose you should know the name of the person who's about to seriously injure you… I'm Damon, from Rowan's gang. Your butt is mine! I'm gonna smash your water tank and leave you to suffocate! Hehehehe…" Maverick immediately panicked, fearing for his life. Damon readied a blaze kick, and fired. The tank wasn't made for this kind of stress, and shattered, leaving Maverick, collapsed, on the floor. Damon quickly left, not wanting to be caught. As the medic who had talked to Maverick earlier walked in the room, ready to tell Maverick would be done, entered, he was stunned with what had taken place, and immediately got a bunch of people to carry the poor Swampert hybrid out of the room, though he would soon be a Swampert hybrid no more…

Maverick regained consciousness who knows how much later, but somehow he could only think. He couldn't see, hear, smell, or feel anything that touched him. All he could feel was pain. Severe pain. He would obviously have to wait a while before his senses returned.

When they did, he immediately knew something was wrong. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something was different. He knew there would be scientists wherever he was, and without his vision, for it had not yet returned, asked no-one in particular, "Where am I?" A reply drifted from somewhere, "You are in the place off limits to you hybrids." Knowing what that could have implied, Maverick asked, "The basement?"


OOC: I asked Slytherfang a few questions, and in response he told me what's in the basement. Stay tuned to my posts to find out, unless he posts what it is first.
 
Before Marcus could answer Ashley's question, a crash sounded from the medical ward, startling Ashley. "What was that!?" she hissed to Marcus before opening the door to peer inside, where she saw Mav lying in a pool of water and broken glass in front of a shattered tank. Her chest tightened in fear and anxiety when she realized that this was no accident.

By this time, one of the medics that been attending Mav in the cafeteria returned with several people. "What happened? What's wrong with him?" she asked fearfully but none would answer her. When they started to carry him out of the room, she grabbed one of them by the arm and growled, "Where are you taking him!? Is he going to be alright!?" The medic tried to pull away and follow the other but Ashley firmly kept him in place

"He has a puctured lung so we put him in the tank of water to breathe since he has gills. I don't know who broke the tank. Now let me go!" He kicked at Ashley, but she refused to let go.

"But where are they taking him!? Why are they taking him from the medical wing? Isn't this where he should be?" Noticing that the man was looking at something behind her, she started to turn around when she felt something jammed into her arm. The room swam before her eyes, and men riding purple spotted, umbrella-carrying elephants galloped across her vision. With a moan she pitched forward, unconscious.
 
ooc: sorry i've been a bit inactive... mid terms goin on right now, post soon enough though.
 
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Okay, here's something for you (I thought it was about time I told you what was going on in the basement)

Well, the scientists were really working on removing the traces of pokemon mergings from the hybrids, in other words, seperating the pokemon from the human (which could be useful in case any of the pokemon get dangerous.) And then reversing the operation to merge the humans with a pokemon, but a different pokemon (so for example, if you were a Metang hybrid, and you were dragged down to the basement to act as the first experiment, you would be seperated into the human you once were, and would have been if you had not been merged early in your life, and the Metang before it was merged with you. Then the scientists would reverse the seperation operation to turn you back into a hybrid, but you would be merged with a different pokemon. Or not)


This is your chance to change the type of Pokemon you were merged with, but if you decide to, you'd better have an extrodinarily stunning post and describe what happened (not in too close detail though.)

What happens is that the scientists need a few hybrids to test this process on, so certain ones will be taken down to the basement.

You know, I think that I'll probably have Rowan dragged down there and remerged with a Belsprout or something. (Just a thought)
 
Back in his dorm, Kite took off his jumpsuit and inspected his wounds. The medic had done as good a job Kite had ever seen, but the cuts would still take a while to fully heal, although Kite didn't think there would be scars. But now he had another problem on his hands: Rowan would be out for blood now, and he had only earned a temporary reprieve. The janitor wouldn't always be there to save his butt. There was no possible way he could ever match Rowan in brute strength —Magnezone weren't going to win any tug-o-wars against a Tyranitar—but he had something nobody else in the entire complex had; With the addition of his chains, he effectivly had ten limbs. And with that came flexibility and speed that Rowan simply could not match.

He needed to increase his magnetic power. That was something, he knew, that wasn't related to his physical strength, and there was a chance that he could build it up so he could use metal to at least hold his own against Rowan. A chance, but the best that he could.

Swapping out his tattered jumpsuit for a new one, he put all the metal in his dorm room that he could find into a box and started pirouetting it around the room in an attempt to increase his magnetic strength. Whether it was even something that could be exercised was something that Kite would just have to find out the hard way.

(OOC: Apologies for the short post, but there hasn't been much to post to.)
 
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