Pokemorph maker

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I had flown out of the desert and was circling above the battle.. I had returned to my wild nature, and I was more than ready to attack the loser...
 
I stood there on my knees motionless... I sensed the espeon coming closer to push me over and nd the battle. "You think you've won eh? Well, you probably have, but not without a last word from me!" I said, quickly turned around and gripped her in my arms, draining her energy, not with a grass atack such as giga drain, but with my special power.
 
I hissed, watching the draining.. after a while, Kiri wouldn't be able to use her explosion attack.. and there was nothing more I needed... the loser would live through my assult, but they might not live long after...
 
a when they teleported back to the stadium and began to get the things i needed for all the injuries i knew about and was sending out telepathic messages asking about broken bones
 
OOC: now I'm certian of my logic of not joining that tournament..

IC: I hissed, seeing that my chance of being able to strike were about none. I returned to the sandstorm, knowing that I was the sole controller of it...
 
I used protect, but the barrier broke. I used hypnosis on scizor, then used hyper beam.
 
I fell to the ground, exhausted, if only I haden't failed that fissure attack, I woukd have won. And to think I was so close to that wish. "I simply won't let that happen then." I thought as I slowly slipped into blackness.
 
I teleported myself and scizor to the stadium. It was a long and hard battle, but I had won.
 
After waking up, I didn't bother to talk to anyone, I needed to do this quickly if I wanted to be done in time for the wish...
I flew back to the labratory where I had made my claw made, and picked up two books, The Beginners Guide To Cloning and Gene Splicing For Dummies...


OOC: my character WANTS that wish, and a little thing like losing won't make him give up.
 
"Fine with me." I replid. ((I've got to go to bed now....))
 
"all right!" I said, flying backwards to a section of the arena, waiting for the staring signal. while I waited, I focused on the dark portion of me.. It was almost gone, far too little to hyper mode with.. that could be fixed.. I focused on my hatred, loss, and fear. all of that gave the shadows plenty to feed on. I felt myself turn into a natural shadow... "so ironic isn't it? last time, you beat me only because I wasn't focused on you. you may recognise this attack" I said in a deep voice, breathing my Shadow Mist into the air...
 
I finished reading the books, and went to the machine. I placed a small slot of my DNA on the recepticle, inserted it, and began editing...

EDIT: OOC: 100 pages! Yay!
 
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