Pokemorphs! (A roleplay inspired by the works of Meghan Dombrowski)

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I sighed, acknowledging the other morphs with a gesture. "So," I said, looking back at the sandshrew, un-perteurbed by her attack. "Just what is your name?" I asked idly. Though there was always a purpose. If we were going to escape, I would need to know her name. Besides that, I knew a bit about psychology, and talking was the best way to understand...
 
I remained silent at being asked my name, since it was the first time I had been asked since before the incident. I couldn't say David, so I needed to think.

"Diana..." I finally concluded as I glanced at the ground, my face red for some reason.
 
OOC: After much debate with my characer, (not really...) I've decided to join this interesting RP!

Name: Duc (sometimes mocked Psy-Duc by friends)

Age: 10

Gender: Male

Kind: Human

Pokemon type: Any*

Because of a secret experiment known by few Team Rocket scientists, he's taken on the ability to 'merge' with Pok?mon he's captured personally. Unfortunately, he can only stay 'merged' for a short time before 'un-merging.' Also, because of this experiment, he can only hold a certain number of Pok?mon in his Pok?ball slots.

Appearance: A normal looking 5 foot kid with black hair. He wears a red hat, blue vest and jeans, a black shirt, green fingerless gloves, and black and white shoes, trying to look like somebody we all know and love... Other than those, he wears oddly large glasses as well as a bandaged right arm after an incident with Team Rocket in the past. Now, he has a metal 'gauntlet' to add on to his arm because of the recent experiment. It looks like Mewtwo's restraining gauntlet from the first movie.

Personality: A kid who's quick to make friends with just about everybody. Although he's passive most of the time, he can quickly become overprotective to those who are weak. Often clumsy, he often gets into trouble. Loves technology and will attempt to dismantle anything just to marvel and learn about it.

History: Attempted to start journey like his idol, Ash Ketchum so that he could meet him while traveling, but he never did finish for personal reasons, such as his injured right arm he recieved during the journey. On his way back, he befriended a group of little Pok?mon from Millenium Town. A little bit after that, he has become Misty's helper at the Cerulean City's Gym. He considered himself Misty's unofficial bodyguard since she got into trouble somewhat often. One day, Duc decided to leave for a short while, leaving the Pok?mon from Millenium Town in Misty's care since she just adored them. That's when he was abducted and taken to the Pok?mon Anthropomorphic Process. However, they had a different experiment in mind for him...

Roleplaying sample: Do I really have to, Shineyelecrode?

Well, let's see how this works out...

IC: I've been traveling all my life, and I've only settled in one place. Home was everywhere to me. However, this place I can live without.

Being dragged everywhere from camp to camp, I've managed to keep my mind occupied from all the things I've done back in Cerulean City. I had dreams then. Now, I have to survive...

Duc was dragged from the outskirts of Cerulean City. He was just minding his own business, until he was captured by two familiar Team Rocket members. Knocked unconscious[font=&quot][/font], he lost track of where he was. When he did manage to wake up from what seemed like a long sleep, he found himself strapped to a table. "Wha-What's going on?!" Duc managed to mumble. He saw other humans, but they didn't look willing to help him. In fact, one of them threatened to shove a needle full of a blueish liquid in his arm. Duc braced himself, but the needle never penetrated his skin.

Opening his eyes slowly, he saw that the scientists were staring at his right arm, which was bandaged from a previous incident with Team Rocket. The scientist mumured. Duc tried to listen in, but he couldn't make out anything. Suddenly, the scientists left. They quickly came back, but this time, a new face showed up.

"What do you want?!" Duc said loudly, but at the same time, very nervously.

'Hmmph! So you must be that trainer who's been interfering with our plans lately!" the man said. His mustache and beard hid his mouth quite well. "Well, now that you don't have any plans later, we might as well invite you to our new experiment." He snapped his fingers. The other scientists positioned a large machine towards Duc's right arm.

"What's that thing?" Duc said nervously again. His head was filled with questions.

"Now, you really don't need to know, now do you?" the man sneered. With that remark, he left the room and gave a hand signal. All the scientists started to leave the room as well. At the same time, Duc could hear a low humming coming from the machine adjacent to him.

Duc tried to struggle off the table, but the straps held him tight and table itself was bolted down. The humming grew louder. Eventually, the pitch of the machine shot pain throughout Duc's head. When he thought the worse was over, it wasn't. A massive electricity bolt shot from the machine. Duc never felt this kind of pain before. The bolt was steady on his right arm. Duc felt himself blacking out.

When he closed his eyes, however, a power surge erupted. The machine instantly stopped. The experiment was cut short, but the machine didn't know that. There, it opened a compartment and attached a gauntlet-like device on to his somewhat scorched right arm. Luckly, only the bandages were burnt and not him. As soon as the gauntlet was attached, however, Duc finally submitted to the darkness that surrounded him since the abduction.

When he woke up, dirt was all over his face. His hat was missing. Thinking that what just happened was just a dream, he stood up from the ground. To his dismay, he found himself in an unfamiliar room. It looked like some sort of makeshift cabin. he examined himself in the dark room. Well, he didn't look any different than when he arrived here. That is, until he noticed his arm. He almost broke down when he noticed that the metal gauntlet was still on. When Duc closed his eyes, however, he saw an image in his mind. When he concentrated a bit, he suddenly realized that he could see an overhead view of where he was standing. It reminded him of games he used to play, but this time, he was the character that could be killed.

The room was dark, but the image in his head wasn't. He quickly found the door while closing his eyes. When he did step outside, he instantly felt dazed. He would have collasped on the ground had he not held on to the doorknob. Opening his eyes, he noticed what looked like people at the center of the place. He approached them and realized that they were not exactly human. They looked like Pok?mon at the same time. Seeing that they seemed to be in the same situation he was in, he felt like there was nothing to lose. "Uhh... Hi there." Duc said, a little weakly since he still hasn't recovered from the shock.
 
Josh noticed some other "morphs" around the area. An Umbreon and a Sandshrew "morph". He crawled over. Quite week in pain.
"Hel-Hello," he struggled. "I-I'm Josh."
 
I am told I am to be placed in the field for the first time. This is excellent news...Finally I may prove myself worthy...I donned my black uniform and trenchcoat. my goggles and black hat. This is what I've been waiting for...Fools beware...or I, Infernia, shall incinerate you...that thought made me smile..now for the fun...

I was lead to a truck, I went willingly, and without needing any forceful persuasion. climbing into the back of the truck with some of the other morphs, including the pitiful umbreon from day one, whether he has accepted and acknowledged his purpose remains to be seen however, I settled myself in a corner, smiling to myself as I looked around, utterly relaxed at this point, and when we arrive, I may test my powers on whoever my commanders deem appropriate....
 
"Hey you their morph "a grunt said

"Yes"

?Your orders have changed your going on a mission?

?Why must I go I am not trained yet? this might by me sometime

But nope ZAPP The grunt had shocked me with a taser please don?t do that i asked ZAPP again I flinched in agony

"DONT DO THAT AGAIN" I yell at the grunt others around stared at me oddly

"As long you follow orders I won?t do it again"



I started flying towards the road I rose higher until I could see the whole encampment then I spotted the target destination a large army style truck with Rockets standing around, all of them had an arrangement of weapons flamethrowers, tasers and hydro cannons where surrounding the area escape was not an option at the moment speeding towards the truck gaining tremendous speed frightening some rocket grunts as I landed outside the truck there were several morphs already there. I went into the truck and sat in the furthest corner. Didnt speak a word, didnt Acknowledge anyone .
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"Hol- OW!" Violet screamed, suddenly awoken as she was thrown out of the jeep by a Team Rocket Member.

She vaguely recalled the events that had just occured. After pulling on a military uniform, Violet looked down to see that her hands were… gone?! She shrieked, and fell on her backside. Quivering with fear, she put her hands on her head, and felt a mysteriously soft fur.

Within moments, she found herself in a jeep with several other Pok?morphs. She found herself motionless, unable to move. Seconds later, she fainted.


Interrupting her flashback was a Team Rocket member screaming in her face. "Okay! I'll go, just don't hurt me!" she squealed, turning in the other direction, closing her eyes, and running towards a nearby cabin.

Splash! She found herself lying face-down in a stream of water, unconscious.

"Worthless piece of crap," a Team Rocket member muttered, Violet reawakening as she was thrown into the back of a truck. Her eyes shot open, and she stared at the Pok?morphs, her eyes glimmering with fear.
 
Time is of the essence....my master said that many times, to act when time and circumstance most favoured you. And he was proven right so many times. Look at them, quivering like jelly....

"Tell me something..." I asked the angry and cowering morphs near me..."Is there a particular reason you all sit there wallowing in your own despair, or are you simply weak?"
 
My small yellow ears perked up as the arrival of others occurred. First, a human? Why were they sending a human? Oh well, I guess it would just cause more pointless fights if I asked, or at least could.

"Weak..." I repeated as I walked over to the Growlithe, and slapped her across the face, which with the size, shape, and weight of my hand, could possibly cause a fair amout of damage if the hit connected. I hated even being referred to as weak, even though it was more then true for me.
 
"Man!" Josh yelled weakly. "I knew Snorlax were slightly immobile but I felt I'd at least have strength. Oh man! It's VERY irratating to be a Snorlax and weak. You're just HUNGRY!"

OOC: Anything to do now? Sorry just need a general idea.
 
More pain..brief and stinging...so..there is some fight in the sandshrew girl...interesting. Maybe she would have some use..

I rubbed the side of my face briskly and sat back up. I smiled at her. "Well done....prehaps you do have some strength in you...I hope that you have the will to harness it.."

OOC: I have a feeling Infernia is not going to make herself well liked....this'll be interesting..
 
may i join, if so...
Gender: MAle
Name: Leon Blackhawk
Type:He is one of the few surviing humans that were injected with pokemon dna
Pokemon: Ditto...
Personality, Leon is typicaly a loner, although inside he enjoys company, he very often he doesnt know how to act towards kind gesturesoften, he mistakes kindness for a weakness...a character flaw.
History: As one of the few pokemorphs to be fused with a ditto, leon is as harsh as his pink(XD), being looked down upon by society even before become a pokemorph, his life has been troubling.
Description: Leon has medium length black hair, altthough retaining most of his human attributes, he has ganned the ability to shape shift jsut like a ditto, When not shape shifting he looks just like any normal human, but truely he is a pokemorph.

IC: As the truck approached a large building a human was seen unconcious over a team rockets shoulder, the man seemingly normal, had now just started to awaken.

"Where Am I", leon yelled in a demanding voice

The Rocket memeber jsut laughed as he tasered leon in the back

"Shut up, you are a lowlife now", the rocket member

Leon was then threwn into the truck, at first the rocket member missed the truck and leon had bounced his hed off of the right fender of the truck knocking him unconcious once again. While leon was unconcious several rockets lifted him inot the truck.

As leons eyes fluttered open he noticed several morphs with in the truck, with his eyes blurred he could not tell what kind of morph they were.
 
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Myself and Suisho just sat side by side, ignoring the others. I was not in the mood to be beaten and they were probably asking for it by quarrelling. Staying out of it seemed to be the wisest thing to do... Suisho's eyes were now full of fear as she looked at th eothers. They were beginning to attract unwanted attention from rocket members.

Suisho was waiting impatiently for the mision to start... She wanted her freedom badly. I did too. I looked over to her and gave her a re-assuring pat on the back. She looked up at me with her eyes and looked to be on thew verge of tears. She was currently remembering what she had had back before she had been stolen by Team Rocket.

I stood up for a moment and looked around. My wings twitched. Apparantly a rocket emmber thought I was trying t oget away. He tasered me in the back. I came down to the ground and mumbled something about them being "idiots". Suisho backed away fro mem a bit and stared at me, wodnering if I was alright.

"And don' toyu try getting away again!" I ehard the rocket member shout.

"idiots..." I mumbled under my braeth as I sat up and looked over at the others in the truck. I watched them with interest to ease my boredom.
 
Looking around Leon noticed that the other morphs were frightened by his human apperance, leon now fully aware of his surrondings but not quite yet used to the soft pink skin that now was wraped around his body, looking around he noticed a sandsrew morph and an umbreon morph, he noticed a few otehrs that were shaking but decided best if he didnt ask abou tthe others, in stead leon seperated himslef from the group.
 
Soon, rockets came, ad closed the truck, plunging us in darkness. Apparently, they had gotten everyone selected. My rings suddenly glowed brightly, allowing some degree of light in the otherwise pitch black of the vehicle. A loudspeaker came to life, hidden somewhere in the shadows. "Welcome to day one in the real world, scum." Saaid a harsh voice, chuckling slightly. "You're being sent in such a large group because of the target. You are to be sent through a pokemorn reserve, an destroy the facility from behind, allowing team rocket to capture pokemon en masse." He said, and after a moment, static crackled over the line again "It's going to take a while, so sit tight, and don't kill eachother. You're going to need numbers for this little trip." My ears were sticking out from my head, flat. A sign of distaste. "The line is one way, feel free to talk without being overheard. There is a camera somewhere in here though." I said, my rings flickering slightly as I tried to think of how my plan could go wrong...
 
Having that said there was a sudden awkward scilence

I stood up as we were abot to leave
"what are we gonna do?", i asked boldly breaking my previous scilence

Everyone in the truck looke dat me weird
"Dont worry im not one of them", i then looked a tthe espeon morph and shapeshifted into an exact copy of it, then i shape shifted back, everyones eyes were upon me now

"What?! i am a ditto pokemorph, i was one of the few people who servived being injected with pokemon dna," i said addressing them

"So what is going on i should know about" i said
 
OOC: Granted, it's very minor, nickw1101, but that counts as powerplaying. You cannot control a character owned by someone else. A change in expression is very minor, but it still counts, please try to avoid this in the future, all right? ;)
 
ooc: Sorry, im very new to this lol thanks for the advice ^_^ How was i controling another character? just curious
 
I turned my head away from the Growlithe morph in disgust, until we were cut off from outside, and heard the voice over the speaker. I remained silent as possible, shivering from the cold, metal surface I was now laying on my stomach on, my thoughts elsewhere. I needed to break free of this fiery hell which was Team Rocket. Even if that was possble however, how would I fair in the real world?
 
OOC: Even if it's minor, controlling characters that belong to the other RPers is considered improper. Making them glance at you, say things, and so on.


IC: I looked around for a moment, sizing up the morphs. They used beatings, and fear to keep us in line. But their force had only increased my will to resist. "I'm getting away the moment they open this truck." I said simply, my eyes cold as I turned slowly, my eyes gazing at the pokemorphs, despite me being the only source of light in the van. "Do any of you have enough of a spine to come with me?" I asked, my rings suddenly flaring with my emotion. I was not going to be held against my will, and heaven help the force that tried to stop me...
 
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