Pokemorph: The Reign of Lord Regime

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FrozenSnowman said:
Don't worry I still plan to make an SU. I was just thinking about my Pokemorph. I'm thinking about using a certain grass pokemon. I'll post an SU later today or tommorow.
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That's okay. Can't wait to see your SU.

*cheers happily because he got 15 posts so he can now post links to images so he can get a banner made for his new Pokemon Battling league...^_^*
 
Wolfsrain: I can't escape you, can I >.< (lol)

Do Specialists have room to grow more powerful, or is that only Morphs?
 
I've made a really unique character. I haven't come up with the completed personalities yet, but I will. Can you tell me if there is anything else you want me to edit and also I wasn't sure what you would think about my weird character. If you don't like my character I'll make a new character if you'll let me.


Name: Roy Siegmond


Age: 21


Gender: Male


Appearance: He is about five feet and eight inches with blue eyes. His hair is black, short, and straight. When covered by hats his hair is just barely visible revealing about a centimeter or two. He is clean shave and his skin is an odd pale peach color. He generally wears nice clothing such as any kind of dress pants with a white shirt tucked in or perhaps wearing a tuxedo. He usually wears gloves, hats, and a cape. Roy's appearance can be considered regal, luxurious, and well-groomed. Also to both sides of his head there are two tragedy masks; the one with the smile and its contrasting partner with the frown both in black and white.


Personality: Roy has three personalities Apathy, Kindness, and Hatred. Kindness is a feminine personality who believes in justice and love. She represents Roy's emotions of happiness before his parents died. She loves reading super hero comics and manga. If presented with an option she will pick the most giving and kind choice. Hatred is a masculine personality that believes in exploiting human weakness. He represents the pain of losing his parents and his hatred of humans. He hates hero's, justice and love and likes to commit crimes and make people depressed. He will always do things to hurt people and would purposly hurt people with his decisions. Apathy is the main personality and is fairly neutral and bland. He is roy's clean slate and only cares about the preservation of his own self. He has no emotions and doesn't care about anyone, but himself.

History: Roy lived with his parents who were regal high-class citizens, but they were also grass pokemorphs. A man once saw their pokemorphs and so he burned their house down. Roy was the only one to survive and he suffered some brain damage. Later he went to live in a orphanage where he was tormented, tortured, and dropped on his heads several times. He eventually began to develop five split-personalities who were finally formed when he discovered he was pokemorph; an Exeggcute to be more precise. His more violent personalities began to protest against their treatment in the orphanage and he was eventually sent to a mental hospital for his behavior and Multiple personality disorder. At the mental ward he was able to focus his five personalities into three becoming a more powerful Exeggutor pokemorph. He was then released at the age of nineteen and quickly rose to fame like his parents did and at the age of twenty-one he was richer than his parents.

Pokémon form: Exeggutor. When in his pokemorph form his body becomes harder and tree-like, his head and masks become Exeggutor heads, and Exeggutor leaves come from his head.

Powers outside of pokemorph: He can change personalities by switching masks and teleport short distances. The last of his abilities can be used in pokemorph form or his regular form and is rarely used because of its many drawbacks. Any of his personalities besides the main personality (which is Apathy) can seperate from his body and attatch onto a human and control him/her in the form of a mask. The abilities drawbacks are its very short distance limitation, it weakens the main body, the personality is free to make its own choices including betrayal or deception, and that a person being controlled with this method can easily be pointed out because they will either always be smiling or frowning (Kindness's mask is the victim's exact face always smiling and Hatred's is the victim frowning).
 
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Mira said:
Wolfsrain: I can't escape you, can I >.< (lol)

Do Specialists have room to grow more powerful, or is that only Morphs?
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Specialists do have room to grow more powerful, but that will only occur later on in the story when everyone will meet up. Don't worry, I have everything down.

FrozenSnowman said:
I've made a really unique character. I haven't come up with the completed personalities yet, but I will. Can you tell me if there is anything else you want me to edit and also I wasn't sure what you would think about my weird character. If you don't like my character I'll make a new character if you'll let me.


Name: Roy Siegmond


Age: 20


Gender: Male


Appearance: He is about five feet and eight inches with blue eyes. His hair is black, short, and straight. When covered by hats his hair is just barely visible revealing about a centimeter or two. He is clean shave and his skin is an odd pale peach color. He generally wears nice clothing such as any kind of dress pants with a white shirt tucked in or perhaps wearing a tuxedo. He usually wears gloves, hats, and a cape. Roy's appearance can be considered regal, luxurious, and well-groomed. Also to both sides of his head there are two tragedy masks; the one with the smile and its contrasting partner with the frown both in black white.


Personality: Kindness (I'm going to expand), Hatred (I'm going to expand), Apathy (I'm going to expand)


History: Roy lived with his parents who were regal high-class citizens, but they were also grass pokemorphs. A man once saw there pokemorphs and so he burned their house down. Roy was the only one to survive and he suffered some brain damage. Later he went to live in a orphanage where he was tormented, tortured, and dropped on his heads several times. He eventually began to develop five split-personalities who were finally formed when he discovered he was pokemorph; an Exeggcute to be more precise. His more violent personalities began to protest against their treatment in the orphanage and he was eventually taken to a mental hospital for his behavior. Here at the mental ward he was able to focus his five personalities into three becoming a more powerful Exeggutor pokemorph through Aromatherapy. He was then released at the age of nineteen and quickly rose to fame like his parents did and at the age of twenty-one was richer than his parents.
Pokémon form: Exeggutor. When in his pokemorph form his body becomes harder, his head and masks become Exeggutor heads, and Exeggutor leaves come from his head.

Powers Outside of Pokemorph: He can change personalities by switching masks, teleport short distances, and an ability that he can do in either form is that either of his personalities may split from him and take control of a host body. This is done by becoming a mask on the victim's face (the mask looks just like the persons face except he/she is always smiling or frowning) and the personality does not have to reveal any of their actions to the host body. This has many drawbacks, however, such as the distance the personality can travel is very short without jumping from host bodies, it weakens the main body, the personality is free to choose its own actions even betrayal, and it is easy to find the victims because they're always smiling or frowning. That ability is rarely used.
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Okay...there are a few problems. There are grammatical errors, but only capitalization. Change that and grammar is good. Second, the history seems to be...weird. And your Pokemorph form is not merely changing slightly, your WHOLE BODY becomes a Pokemon. When you morph, you are a Pokemon. Also, I do not understand Roy's power outside of his morph. It's too confusing. As of now, your SU is PENDING. Change a few things and I'll consider acceptance.



@ALL: Also, all people may begin RPing. However, I will make the first post. Due to the fact that double-posts are automatically merged, I need someone to make a post so that I may make the first one.
 
Okay I'll change it. I know it's a little bit weird. To make it simple he has Multiple Personality disorder.

Also his body does become a whole pokemon, but he's still wearing the tux. or whatever he's wearing. I messed up on the spacing for pokemon form. By hard I ment like a tree and the head and mask area would turn into Exeggutor's head parts.

Yeah, I agree about the outside morph abilities. I was trying to make it have enough drawbacks to make it a worse ability.
 
"Earliat! Come here, now!" a voice boomed from behind a desk. A young male, roughly sixteen, appeared from behind the wall. His medium length brown hair was down to his eyes, which glowed a nice purple. He wore a brown hoodie and dark blue slacks, and had black and white sneakers on his feet. Following him was his trusty companion, an Alakazam with purple ruffles instead of brown, like a normal Alakazam.

"Yes, father?" Earlait asked as he stepped into the room. From behind the desk, a rather tall man stood. His long, glorious, regal purple hair grew down to his back and was neatly tied in a ponytail. His purple-grey eyes stared into Earliat's. He wore a rather luxurious robe that dragged across the floor. He turned around to face his son and began to speak.

"You are fully aware of our current predicament, aren't you?" the man's deep voice bellowed.

"Y-yes, father," Earliat said hesitantly.

"Good. I want you and Alakazam to go downstairs and gather some of the Royals. It's that time of the week again, my son," the man bellowed.

"Yes, father. Come on, Essence," Earliat called to his pet Alakazam. The Pokemon nodded his head and followed Earlait out of the room.

Earlait reached the central room where hundreds of Royals, the official protectors of Neo Vexa as appointed by Lord Regime, Prince Earliat's father, were talking and lounging. When a few of them saw Earliat walk down the stairs, all stood at attention immediately. One of the Royals, Zeke Callahan, the head royal, approached the young prince.

"My lord, what is your request?" he asked.

"I need a few of you to come with me. My father has requested that I take some of you so that we may go and...you know the rest," Earliat explained.

"Yes, my lord. Alpha and Beta squads, prepare to move out!" Zeke called out. Many Royals stood, wearing their large camoflauged suits and carrying their standard weapons. All of them originally had their helmets off, but after the order was issued, the gas-mask-like helmet was secured in place. They all rushed out of the castle in an orderly fashion, led by Zeke and followed by Earliat. Earliat looked down ayt Essence, his pet Alakazam and began to talk.

"What's going to happen?" Earliat asked him. Inside of Earliat's head, a voice could be heard.

<I'm not entirely sure, prince. BUt I know it can't be good,> the voice, Essence's voice, spoke in Earliat's head. Earliat nodded his head in agreement, then bolted after the already fast Royals. As Earliat and Essence ran, one of the Royals jumped high into the air. His suit was ripped off and he appeared to grow in size. He was surrounded in a bright white light. Soon, his entire body was the form of a Dragonite. Other Royals did the same, morphing into Pokemon.

"Let's go get some Pokemorphs," Earliat said as he continued to run.
 
Speeding through the night, a Gliscor wove between the trees of the forest. It was a cool night, and he despised that. But he had to keep going, as not far behind him was a squad of Pokemon. He didn't care who they thought they were, they probably meant danger. After a while he started to Aerial Ace in a confusing manner, in case they had seen him. But after a while, they started to catch up. He couldn't take it any more. He got behind a tree and became a human. He then made a bubble of earth pop up around him and fashioned its shape into that of an ordinary rock, which he then hardened to feel so. With only a single little hole in it, he watched and waited for the danger to pass.
 
Mmm.

Name: Tinneth (Tin) Micheals
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality: Outgoing, adventurous, and sometimes obnoxious. Tin was very boisterous and anxious about everything around him. Things hardly phase him as he tries his best to live his whole life with a smile. He hardly ever becomes depressed and stops at nothing to cheer others up around him. Tin makes friends easily and becomes best friends with everyone just after a little time of knowing them. He sometimes puts his self in danger when he is feeling curious, which is often, and causes others to risk their lives to save him, something he would do for them as well. Tin is a people person and very easy to get a lone with.
Appearance: Tin has a light build with very little muscles. He's not super skinny but below the average size. He is approximately 102 pounds and standing at about 5 feet and 3 inches tall. His hair is black and he keeps it messy, not caring about his looks. Accompanying his light brown skin is his dark brown eyes which exhibit great happiness all the time. He wears baggy blue jeans that has a little crest in the back at the bottom of the left pant leg where he cut it at to make it authentic. Going with his jeans he wears a white shirt with a red long-sleeved shirt under it. Tin wears an "armored" glove on his left hand that he uses as a weapon with his "power." He wears white shoes with red laces and a burgundy sole.
History: Tin's parents were killed when he was born and the murderer spared his life, or that's what his adoptive parents tell him. He was adopted by a rich family that tended his every need. They always wanted him to be happy which he was. As a boy, Tin helped his parents, whom owned a Poke'zoo, care for the various Pokemon they captured for the large zoo. His love for Pokemon was undying and he would do anything to save them all. Then when the fight between Dialga and Palkia occurred, it hit the media at the speed of light and when Tin seen it he obtained a cause in life, but then...the final attacks of the two Pokemon...the collision between the two of the most powerful attacks in the galaxy, he decided he wanted to save the world. But how? A few months later Tin began to discover weird "things" he can do. He became very nimble and fast. His reflexes became super-human. He slowly began to discover his true potential; he had a chance to help save the world.
Specialist abilities: Gravity defying martial arts. Completely understand things by just feeling it. Able to slightly run up walls and jump higher than normal. Can control lightning bolts and charged particles. He can also use this power to use physical attacks with the electricity.

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>What I mean about "gravity defying martial arts" is unreal fighting...I can't really describe it...Hopefully you understand what I mean, if not then you might understand it after I post, if I'm able to. ;D
>>Okay, so what I understand is a maximum of 4 "abilities." So, the "completely understand things by touching it" is "Bug" Type. I am referring to how ants or other insects touch things with their antennas and able to taste it or something (correct me if I'm wrong because I'm not a bug wizard). Also, I guess I should go deeper in explaining it: when he touches something he is able to understand the meaning of it or what it was used for. So if he touches a rusted piece of metal he can tell you exactly where it came from and what it was a part of. Or if he touched a sandwich that has been bitten then he can tell who bit it and where the sandwich was made. I guess you get it right?
>>>And the "jump higher than normal" I was thinking of "Flying" Type but he can't really fly, so I was thinking of "Normal" Type. Also his jumping abilities enables him to jump multiple times off of things. So he can jump continuously between two buildings and end up on top of them.
>>>>This is where his glove comes in with the "lightning manipulation." He can control practically anything because most things have a charge to them. It is basically the electric version of Telekineses. Also, he is able to create electric matter out of charged particles, able to create and control lightning bolts and such. He can also charge electricity on certain parts of his body to emit physical attacks as well. And a "no duh" type for this power is "Electric."

lolkay
 
Marcus walked through the ruined streets of Pewter City. These streets were once filled with the sound a bustling city, but now the City was ravaged by war and faced with ruin. Marcus was hoping to get a plane, or train out of here, but it seemed unlikely as he surveyed the city. He passed the old gym, now destroyed from it's use in the war. The gym was now many years past it's prime. Delapidated pillars stood in the front, while huge hole in the side of the building allowed passerby to gaze into the abandoned gym. Marcus could remember winning his first battle in there with his Bulbasaur, before the world was on it's edge of ruin.

He couldn't help but wince at the thought, if only he was stronger back then, he could've saved them and may not have been outcast from his home or have become... what he is today. The only good it did him was make him stronger.

His tail was hidden down his pant leg, making walking a chore. Although there was few people in the street, if even one caught sight of his tail, it could end in disaster. Marcus gazed to the open sky, life would be easier if people just accepted him, but those weaklings just feared his power.

Suddenly he caught a smell of something, he stopped in the middle of the street trying to find the smell again. He soon zeroed onto it and confirmed his suspcions, gunpowder. He calmed down and casually looked around, two men behind him in a Neo-Vexas uniform were behind him.

He walked over to a vendor standing behind a market stand on the side of the street.

"Yo! You watcha got for me today." Marcus said to the man behind the counter, leaning onto the desk.

However the man just leaned over the counter, staring down.

"Hey, bud! You hear me?! I said..." Suddenly Marcus realized what the man was looking at. Fearfully, Marcus looked down at the bottom of his pant legs. A black tail with a yellow lightning bolt was sticking out of the bottom of his pants.

A voice came from behind as a click of a M16 sounded behind his head

"Come with me, or else..."

"I'd love to," Marcus confidently said turning to the solders wearing gas masks "But, quite to be frank, I don't think you can..."

Marcus' body felt light and a surge of power ran through him. Suddenly, lightning shot out of his body, shocking and incapacitating the two solders behind him.

"Over there!" Yelled two voices from down the street. Marcus turned only to see four more solders, and another man wearing the same uniform but with his gas mask off around his neck. The man was had blond hair with a streak of red down the middle it.

Marcus ran as the solders made their way to him, as strong as he was, he wasn't bulletproof, and he wasn't getting captured again. His tail soon made it's way free from the back of his pants, swaying behind him as he ran dodging people in his way. As he turned a corner, he saw the abandoned Pewter Gym up ahead.

<Perfect> Marcus thought as he busted through the gym doors, quickly darting into the shadows.

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Outside the gym, a man with a red streak down the center of his blond hair stood outside of the gym.

"You!" He yelled at a nearby solder "Secure the perimeter! Looks like we've got another morph..."

The man threw open the doors of the gym, causing the doors to slam against the wall.

"I know your here!" The man yelled, his voice echoing off of the walls of the gym. "You're surrounded! No... Way... Out..." The man paused momentarily. "But I'll make you an offer... I mean, heh, I'm a nice guy. Come with us, and you'll have power beyond your wildest dreams!" As the man continued talking, feathers sprouted from his body ripping through his shirt. His arms became more winglike and his feet ripped through his feet as they became talons. "Absolute power!" The man continued "Before this, I was weak! I had no meaning, no glory! But now I have power! Power that you can only imagine!" The final stages of his transformation came to a close, a beak formed on his mouth and a red and yellow mane of feathers flowed from his head. The man completed his transformation into a Pidgeot. "And all you have to do, is come peacefully, and join us..." As his final words echoed off of the gym, a scilence strarted to drop over the gym."

"Your offer is... intiguing..." A voice called from the darkness "But only one thing..." A Raichu came speeding out of the darkness in a orb of lightning at the Pidgeot, striking it in the chest. The Raichu made a perfect landing as the Pidgeot slammed into the opposing wall.

"You're not that strong."
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Marcus turned back into human form, tucking his tail back into pants as he redressed. The one thing good about being a smaller morph was that his clothes weren't destroyed in the process of his transformation.

He snuck out the janitor's exit, sneaking from bush to bush and tree to tree, past the solders. Marcus then headed to the train station getting on the first train he saw. He sat down carefully as to not sit on his tail. As the train began to start up, Marcus stared at his hand, opening and closing it, as if something had gotten away from him.

(OOC: Didn't know where everyone was headed so I ended it quicker and put him on the "First train he saw" )
 
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"How cute a pathetic little gilscor." "Hatred, it's none of our buisness." ""We should help him." "NO" "You're so mean Apathy. I'm running away." the man conversed to himself.

"My, my the lord has gone mad." the maid mused to herself. "You'll do fine" an unseen female voice told her. "What?" she asked before finally being muted.

"Kindness come back here" "No let her go. She'll be fine." he conversed to himself once again.

The maid had left and went outside to what appeared to be an ordinary rock, however, she knew better as she had witnessed it. "My name's Kind... le? Yeah my name's Kindle. " the woman said to herself and the rock.

OOC: I'm trying to introduce one of my personalities to Gewitterdrache27's character Jack using one of my out of morph abilities. I can teleport Jack for you if you want me too.
 
Taylor's scalp tingled. She turned around, but found that only the regular every-day losers walked the streets of Pewter City today. When she was about to return her attention to the arrangement of magazines on the tabloid stall, something caught her eye. Two men walked down the street wearing Neo-Vexas uniforms, clutching their guns firmly in their grasps. She made a mental note to follow them into a nice dark alley and... well, the less of those people around the better.

Taylor lifted her styrofoam cup back up and took another sip of the bitter liquid. She followed their gaze and found that they had set their sites on a tall black-haired boy not that much older than herself.

Poor sap, Taylor shook her head. Those guys are just as much thieves as they are hunters.

But then she spied what it was that had caught their attention in the first place. Sticking out at the bottom of the boy's pant leg was a tail.

Oooh, now this is interesting. She smiled and pulled up her hood, seamlessly blending in with the crowd as she made her way over to the Morph.

One of the men had pulled a gun on the boy, and Taylor wondered if now would be the time to intervene. Luckily, it wasn't necessary as the Morph released a surge of energy that prickled her skin and knocked one of the guards clean off his feet. This announced his identity much more efficiently than any tail could manage.

She watched as the boy ran off in the direction of the Pewter Gym. Taylor merely held her smile and directed her path away from the people before increasing her speed to a blur of a run. She made her way to the Pewter Gym in time to see the Morph dash into the doors, attempting to hide from the guards that began surrounding the building. A man whose blonde hair was interrupted by a tacky red streak running through it decided to burst the doors open unnecessarily hard. He slowly transformed into a Pidgeot.

As much as Taylor resented blowing her cover, she knew that it would be best to take out the man before he had the chance to attack the other Morph. She stepped forward and began forming dark thoughts in her mind when and explosion resounded from the inside. The tingling sensation on the back of her neck confirmed that it was an electric attack, and a powerful one at that.

She allowed the thoughts to dissipate when she spotted the Morph running out the back exit. Taylor took a wicked-looking knife and closed one eye, measuring how high about each of the guards' necks were. She took a deep breath and ran forward, slowly slipping into a speed so great that none of the guards could see her. Or, at least they didn't see her in time.

Taylor stopped in front of a train station. She kneeled down and wiped her knife in the grass before slipping it back into her pocket. She casually made her way in, nonchalantly glancing over groups of people to find the Morph. She spotted him and made her way over to the train he was just getting on.

"Do you have a ticket?"

Taylor raised a hand and directed a thin but powerful stream of dark thoughts directly into him. The man's face turned white and he passed out, though nobody seemed to give him a second glance.

The Morph was sitting down, clenching and unclenching his fist. Taylor made her way over and sat in the chair next to him. She took a sip of her coffee and grimaced. It was cold.

Taking care to hide her actions from all but the Morph beside her, Taylor allowed a small tongue of fire to flare up in her hand, immediately causing the drink to release a plume of steam. She gulped down the remainder of her beverage and sighed.

"That's better."
 
The forest was quiet, the only sound being the occasional murmur of a breeze wafting through the trees. The moonlight danced across the still waters of the pond, little marine pokemon sleeping beneath the waters. A family of Surskit sleeping calmly next to the water. The lush grass flicked side to side as the wind breezed through the grass in small gusts, tickling the soft face of the resting teen. His brown hair was spread out on the ground in a messy pattern, spreading out into odd formations, tangling up in the grass. His motuh was closed tightly, directly beneath a gently sloping nose and two closed eyes. His white long-sleeve shirt reflected the moonlight well, making his arms clearly visible in the forest. His dark green short sleeve jacket blended in well with the surrounding grass, making his arms look like two fallen birch branches. His dark blue jeans were hard to pick out in the darkness, but if one looked hard enough, they could see his jeans leading to two black skate shoes.

A quiet rustle woke the gently sleeping teen, and his deep green eyes snapped open. He jolted upwards, quickly surveying his surroundings. A breeze passed through a group of leaves, and Kalseng turned quickly to catch the leaves rustling gently. Kalseng looked around with baited breath, trying to effectively calm himself. A noise came from the underbrush, and Kalseng scrambled to his feet. Thin arms moved cautiously, each cautiously preparing for two different attacks. The one on the right focused his tightly wound anxiety into a small flame of energy, readying a will-o-wisp attack, while the other focused on creating a space for him to Teleport to if things got heavy.

A black and grey blur shot out from behind a bosh, open jaws aimed straight for Kalseng's arms. A white glow quickly enveloped Kalseng and vanished, the pokemon's powerful jaws locking onto a bright wisp. Kalseng appeared on the other side of the lake in a flash of white light. When he finally got a good look at his opposition, he was intimidated. A wolf-like pokemon stood on the opposite "shore" and growled menacingly. The grey fur had a great luster, moonlight ominously dancing on its fur. A black streak ran from its ears down across its tail, also covering its paws and muzzle. Oddly enough, a large gun was strapped to its back, equipped with all the latest targeting technology. Its yellow eyes gleamed menacingly as it took a more offensive stance, poising itself for a long jump. Kalseng finally identified the pokemon as a Mightyena, just in time for it to make its lunge.

Kalseng pushed himself to the right, barely avoiding the sharp teeth of the incoming pokemon. He had thrown his right hand forward to balance himself, and it caught the side of the Mightyena. An eerie blue fame wrapped around the pokemon, leaving burns across the pokemon's side. Kalseng almost immediately regained his balance, and made a mad dash through the forest. The canine pokemon immediately began chasing him towards the next town, barking and growling as it neared its prey. It cringed and winced as its legs brushed up against the burn and skin painfully rubbed against itself, slowing its advance. Kalseng cursed quietly under his breath, and focused his energy on an upcoming leafy branch. His right hand glowed with an eerie aura, a similar aura engulfing a few of the leaves. The glow went from leaf to leaf as he approached, cautiously twitching his fingers to move the glow. As he passed the large tree, he furiously swung his arm backwards, and a flurry of leaves launched themselves at the Mightyena. The pokemon reeled backwards in pain as the leaves lodged themselves in the pokemon and soon went flaccid and limp, falling to the ground with blood covering the very tips of the leaves.

Kalseng took the distraction as an opportunity and used his teleportation technique to warp himself to the nearby town. A white light engulfed him, and he quickly appeared somewhere foreign, and he was off balance. He came to a stumbling stop between two aisles of seats, white wisps still circling around his entry point. Kalseng came to a rolling top before hitting the back of the train, and he rose upwards. Kalseng took a few painful movements and moved himself to a standing position, only to find the train conductor was glued to the back wall, his face white enough to rival that of a sheet of paper. Kalseng reached into his pocket and produced a small, electronic device that was about as thick as a finger and no longer than that of a pokedex. The device had a slim crevice along the front and two along every side. The top of the device slid open, and an electronic screen was displayed. It showed Kalseng's face next to a small symbol to the right of it.

"Kalseng Audor," He said between his deep breaths. "All-expense train pass." He explained before finding a nearby seat. He plopped down in it, and found himself sitting behind a person with some kind of tail. It poked out between the seat back and seat bottom, just exposing a small, chord-like tail. Kalseng leaned forward and whispered quietly. "Pokemorph?" He asked with a chuckle. "I've heard about you. Don't worry, I'm what they call a 'specialist'. I've got no interest in you other than a nice traveling companion." Kalseng smiled softly, his green eyes sparkling with interest.

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The Royal struggled to his canine feet, trained eyes watching the specialist vanish with a teleport. His body shifted, his body undergoing massive change. His muzzle receded back into his face, hair retracting back into skin or changing color. Soon, a human stood upwards, a hand quietly inspecting his injuries. The hair on his head was a surprisingly normal blond color, relatively long in length, barely coming to his shoulders. His red eyes looked towards the wisps of white light in fury, and he pressed a hand to the com link in his ear.

"Subject fought back and vanished." His gravelly voice stated. "Should I pursue?"

"No, Daniel." A voice crackled in over the com link. "How bad are your injuries?" Daniel looked down at his bare body, burns running over his sides and up near his shoulder. A few minor cuts were scattered across his face and arms, but no major damage was done.

"Not very. Does this mean I should report to a healing station?" Daniel inquired.

"As soon as possible, yes." The voice responded. "Report to me once you have found the subject again."

"Yes sir." Daniel replied. He painfully staggered towards the nearest healing station, less than a mile away.
 
The two people, a boy and a girl, had been staring at him for most of the trip. A couple of times, Marcus had to make sure that his tail was still down his pant leg and not showing. One person was a teen, maybe about 15 years old. He was wearing a jacket that made him look like he just walked out of a snowstorm. The girl was about a year older with blond hair. She was also wearing a black hooded sweatshirt with its hood over her head. Every time Marcus would look at one of them, even if casually, they would look away.

Marcus could smell the forest on the boy. He had obviously been there a while ago. Marcus tilted his head up into the air, letting the aroma waft into his nose. He could also smell... a Mightyena on the boy? Either the kid was had an unlikely run-in with a Mightyena, or the kid was a morph.

As for the girl, he could smell smoke coming from her, as if she had just lit something on fire. But the weird thing was, usually, if someone smokes or even just uses a lighter, there is a smell of starting fluid. Gasoline, wood, whatever. However, Marcus could smell nothing but the smoke, as if she had just made fire out of thin air. But whatever they were from, their constant staring was getting annoying, and Marcus had just about had it.

"Alright!" Marcus yelled throwing his arms up into the air and turning around to face the two, "What the hell do you two want!?"
 
"Alright!" the morph shouted and threw up his hands dramatically before turning around to look at her and someone behind her, "What the hell do you two want!?"

"Calm down, boyo," Taylor said with a smile. "I don't think this is the time to crave attention."

Taylor reached up and removed her hood. She reclined back in her chair and gave the boy a smile and a wink.

"I'm not sure what he wants, besides hopefully a bath," Taylor gestured at the person behind her to whom he was referring. "But all I want is someone to chum around with. Maybe... relate to somebody?"

She glanced up at him with a that's-right-I-know-what-you-are look in her eyes. Taylor reached into the bag over her shoulder and took out a small metal container.

"Would you like a mint?"
 
Marcus couldn't help but let out a smile at the girl's answer. Blunt, didn't care about other's feelings and confidently said. She wouldn't have done that unless she had confidence in her abilities. Perfect.

"But all I want is someone to chum around with. Maybe... relate to somebody?"

Marcus could see a twinkle in her eyes, a surge of confidence flowed through her. Like most Pokemon, Marcus could detect changes in mood she knew what he was, she knew his... condition. Right now, she held all of the cards.

"Would you like a mint?" The girl offered, holding out a box of Altoids

"Well if were going to be 'chums', then yes." Marcus replied as the girl threw him a mint from across the train.

"Look at you," she chuckled "Just like giving a dog a treat."

Marcus leaned back, put his hands behind his head, and popped the mint into his mouth.

"Don't push your luck..."
 
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