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ReGenesis Games: Final Level

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Hey hope you'll still let me join... there you go

Chaser

Name: Asesino

Appearance: The most distinguishing features of Asesino are a horizontally running scar underneath his right eyebrow, and a pair of overgrown canines.
HT: 5' 05"
WT: 125 lbs

Personality: Ruthless, doesn't speak, and whenever he's in pain or struggling he'll shed one or two tears in front of his opponent without even the slightest flinch, or movement in his determined face to finish his mission (the tears are due to the pain that he feels deep in his heart for his family).

History: As a child, Asesino's witnessed his family being brutally murdered by some random villains that were looking for a prized manaphy egg in his dad's possession. Unlike most other stories where the kid goes out looking for revenge, Asesino suffered severe trauma from the sight and his mind blocked off all emotion and memory. Now he doesn't even remember his real name, and is called Asesino because of his ruthlessness in the underground world, and former job as a hitman, (although he's still only 17 yrs old). Ultimately, he would be tricked into a job which would have him transported into the game as a chaser instead of a player. He's been in the game for a while now... not thinking, not caring, just killing

Other: Asesino is the perfect killing machine. (I'm also thinking of a change of heart at some point, but that's all up to you Lusankya).
 
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(OOC: Sorry drunk, your appearance and personality are both very lacking, and could use a lot more detail. Plus, we're reaching the upper limit on the number of Chasers.)
 
Lying under a tree beside a quiet pond, Grem was in an unusually peaceful part of the Game. It was sort of between the levels kind of area that he'd stumbled across during his second Game that Player's couldn't access, and so far, he hadn't seen another Chaser in it. His favorite spot, he went there everytime he needed to be alone and have some peace and quiet.

"Ahh.... This is the life," he mumbled to himself. Just then his Cid or Communication Information Database started vibrated, breaking the stillness of the place. Cid was a watchlike gadget on his wrist that he used to look up and input different data concerning the Game, and unfortunately it was also a handy way for the Game Designers to contact him. Looking at the Cid's screen, he saw the words The Game appear.

"Oh, that's really scary," he scoffed sarcastically. "I don't know why they don't just put The Designers of the Game or The Creators of the Game. Who do they think they're fooling?" His finger wavered over the button that would cancel the call but knew that it wouldn't be a smart thing to do and answered it instead. A voice started to speak, its slightly mechanical nature unable to conceal the irritation of its owner.

"What are doing Chaser Jack!?" Flinching a bit when he heard his real name, he said nothing. "We told you to get ready for the Game over an hour ago! Are you refusing to comply?"

"I just needed a little time to myself before I had to begin the hunt. Besides, I told you after the last Game that I was retired. I'm not just not a Chaser. You should have figured that out by now." His finger hovered over the button that would end the call again but drew back again with a sigh. That would only make them angrier.

Turning from irritation to mockery, the voice continued, "Retired? Retired!? No Chaser can retire! You have been created to hunt down the Players, and any Chaser that doesn't do that job should be terminated." The voice was quiet for a second but returned triumphantly. "That's it! If you fail to kill a Player before this Game is over, you will be terminated.... Over... Done.... Goodbye... No more Jack."

Clenching his fists, Grem could imagine the triumphant smile on this faceless demon. "My 'dad' wont let you do that. There's no way you have the power to do that." He so wished that he could plunge his dagger into the heart of every Designer, though he doubted that they had hearts at all.

"The Owner is sick of your failures and refusals to kill. In fact, we are having a meeting today to decide how to deal with you. I'm sure they will agree to this proposal. You should be thanking me. If I hadn't come up with this brilliant idea, you might've been gone by tomorrow. Now you have till the end of this Game. Lucky you. Now go before I change my mind." The voice faded off, and he heard a click, signifying the end of the call.

Shaking with rage for several seconds, he tried to consider what was just said. His failures..... Everyone knew that he had yet to kill even one Player, and since Chaser were ranked according to how many kills they had, Grem was considered the lowest of the low. He'd heard all the insults and names: freak, weakling, weirdo, loser, and so many other. His refusal to kill wasn't out of any righteousness or anything. In fact, he thought that both Chasers and Players were created by the Designers to amuse them and the Owner. He just didn't seem to have it in him to kill.

I guess I don't have a choice.... Let's see what Cid has to say. Fortunately, Cid was already inputted with information on the Players by the Designers. Skipping over the Absol, Marowak, and Latias because he knew they were already taken, he stopped when he came to a Pikachu. Hmm.... His name is Matt. Perfect..... Leaving the area, he traveled to Level 2 because accoring to Cid, Matt had already gotten past Level 1. He sent a mental message to his fellow Chaser, telling them that he'd found his victim.

As he crossed into Level 2, he felt all of his clothes disappear except his black cloak. He grew taller and slimmer and thick black fur covered his body and his cloak, making it virtually impossible to distinguish from his body. On his feet and hand, he grew claws and his teeth grew longer and sharper until they became fangs. The black in his hazel eyes overshadowed all the other colors, and they were speckled with silver. Fighting back the urge to howl, he knew that he'd transformed into a werewolf.

Let the hunt begin.

(If Pikalover10 doesn't post soon, I'm going to change who I'm hunting.)
 
(OOC: We seriously need some more players to post. -_-' Oh, and Namora, please refrain from trying to control anything that's outside the game (such as the designers or the people running it) for reasons that will eventually become extremely obvious.

At any rate, I'll make my second RP post tomorrow regardless of whether another Player has entered or not.)
 
I'm assuming it's not too late to join? ^^'

Name: Gale
Gender: Girl
Species: Glaceon (I was *semi* too lazy to look through other SUs, so if that's taken, I'd like to play as Cyndaquil if possible)
Appearance: Gale is your average Glaceon - she is fox-like with a flat tail and blue hues, and it looks like she has a blue hat. HOWEVER: she has a birth mark on her forehead, in the shape of a diamond. The birth mark really doesn't mean anything, but Gale thinks so. For luck, Gale wears a crystal in the shape of an orb around her neck, and a silver wolf surrounds it.
Personality: Gale is very shy and quiet. She is very strategic, and thinks out her moves as much as she can. However, when it comes to battling, she loses her basic personality and gains a whole new one. She becomes strong-willed and vicious, maybe because she has the will to survive? Or maybe just because that's how she is. Sometimes she really doesn't know.
History: Gale started out living a happy life. She had parents and a brother, named Colin. However, a fire obliterated her happiness one day when it wiped out her entire family. Since then, Gale had been living on her own.

During the time Gale lived on her own, she learned to treat injuries with herbs, berries, and all kinds of plants. She learned to determine the health of others in various ways. You could say she grew up to be like a "Wild Child". She still appreciated the city, though she preferred the wildnerness. She never liked the prescribed medicines or the processed foods, and has never stepped foot into a restaurant since the incident. Gale was a loner, being wild and all, although she always wished to have friends. But, as she would sometimes say to herself, who would want to be friends with a wild child? Her birthmark didn't really help either (mentioned in her appearance). It was a brown color, and really didn't suit her natural skin and hair color. She hated it and wished it to go away. But she knew it was impossible.
Moves: Trump Card (Glaceon does not learn it, but Eevee does; if this isn't acceptable, then the move is instead Shadow Ball), Ice Beam, Water Pulse
Other: Gale likes to occasionally hum her favorite tunes to herself, usually to calm her down.

If anything needs to be changed, or it's actually too late for SU's, please say so!
 
Name: Chicho

Gender: Male

Species: Snorlax

Appearance: Chicho isn't exactly the most unique or distinguished among the Snorlax. As a matter of fact the only way that his friends seen to recognize him for are a small horizontally-running scar under his right eyebrow, and some of his mannerisms. Besides that, he is just a typical Snorlax, a little darker in color than average, a little shorter and smaller than average, but besides that, just the plain old sleepy Snorlax we all know.

Personality: Being as plain-looking as he is, Chicho tries to stand out through his personality. He had never really being in the spotlight seeing how his brother was shiny, and taller than most other Snorlax their age. He has become a cartooney character. He is extremely lazy and very calm, but when angered enough, he can be extremely foul-mouthed, and in a way scary. The lack of attention that he has gotten actually led him to become more interested in his surroundings, and also more tactical in his fights, even besting his brother in a fight they had before he was ultimately captured, and sent to the game afterward.

History: Chicho has a brother who is valued very highly by their relatives, and friends as a very important guy in their society since small (taken he was born shiny), and never really left any space in the spotlight for Chicho. This however doesn't mean that they didn't value each other, as a matter of fact since Chicho was the older brother, he became the only figure his brother looked up to. This is something that Chicho always valued, but things always change. One day after having a small disagreement with his brother, Chicho and him began a fight which was ultimately won by Chicho when he diverted his brother's Rollout technique to a rock with a Hyper Beam, knocking him out. After watching this event take place, a trainer (of unimportant name), took the advantage of capturing the weakened Chicho, preferring the strong Snorlax over the shiny one. Some time after, Chicho was captured and taken to The Game.

TM Moves: Hyper Beam, Solarbeam, Focus Punch

Other: Snorlax enjoys reading Pokemon Special

That should be good right ?
 
(OOC: Pikataro, you're Accepted, but if you want to be a Cyndaquil, you'll have to edit your sign-up to say so. Chicho, I'm not too sure about your choice for a Pokemon, seeing as how Snorlax are supposed to sleep for most of the time and definitely are not fast runners. (meaning you would have a very hard time trying to survive Level 1) But I suppose I can give you a shot, although I would really like it if you'd revise it slightly and pick a different Pokemon. You should be able to keep most of the personality and history the same, so it shouldn't be that hard..)
 
Level Two

Mark slowly got up, ignoring the pulsating pain in his back. He looked at the huge forest around him and heard a voice boom throughout.

"Welcome, players! We appreciate your participation in The Game! For those of you who have just passed Level One, congratulations! For those of you who have not passed Level One, we apologize for the great deal of pain and suffering you must be feeling right now. That is, if you are still alive enough to hear me."

"The Game is simple. Survival until a certain point allows you to proceed to the next level. Death means you lose."

"As for rules, there are very few, and most of them are for you to find out on your own. Certain actions will be looked upon favorably and increase your score, and some may allow you to proceed to the next level. Death or injury will subtract from your score. On occasion, we may provide you with helpful advice to guide the way. For example, fire is hot. Do not touch it unless you wish to be burned. On other occasions, a helpful pixie may appear to point you in the right direction. That is all for the moment.

Now, are you ready for Level 2?"

"Well then, this should be interesting.." Mark thought to himself. He carefully explored his surroundings; looking for a way to Level 3. He wanted to beat this game and all its levels as quickly as possible.

As he walked around he felt something staring him down. HE looked around and saw nothing whatsoever.

"Must be my imagination.." He said, shrugging it off. But then he felt the same feeling again. He turned around and peered into the woods.

"I know someone is there! Now get out, and i won't make you suffer my Double-Edge!!" Mark said threatiningly.
 
(Ooc: @ Lusankya: Thanks for your concern, but i have a lot of ideas for a Snorlax in The Game, and I think you'll like them... @ everyone: I don't know about you guys, but i like to use "..." for actual said stuff, and <...> for thoughts, just to put it out there xD)

Chicho the Snorlax

Level 1

"Welcome to the game"

"…"

(tic)

(tic) *rolls to side attempting to fall asleep again*

(tic)

"ALL RIGHT, WHAT THE F…!" Chicho screamed out before seeing protruding gun turrets all pointing at him in a slim white hallway that looked only big enough for him to fit in, and like nothing he had ever encountered before.

(tic)

Behind him, he encountered a digital clock counting down, and on 11 (tic)… no 10 seconds.

"SHIT!" there wasn't much to think, Chicho just jumped up aiming to the exit of the hallway and screamed out while performing a Rollout, attempting to make it out on time.

(tic) time was down to 8 seconds

<What am I doing?> Chicho thought, his body felt cramped up all over, he could feel bags under his eyes for the lack of sleep (comparing to other happier times), he accidentally bumped his head against the artificial floor of the hallway, and got a shiver on his back for not stretching out after a nap. His stomach growled asking for food, even though he knew he didn't need it, it was his body's instinct to ask for food after sleeping, he knew this because he was still too sleepy to have actually woken up on a normal day, which meant he shouldn't be eating yet.

(tic) <Was it 4 seconds now?> thought Chicho who was now approximately halfway down the aisle. <Too slow… I'm n pain, as a matter of fact, why did I even bother getting up?> Chicho was smart enough to realize he wouldn't make it at his current pace, his body was in pain, and he kept bumping against the walls and gun turrets protruding from them. He didn't think when he got up, there was no way he could make it on time, <Why?> he kept asking himself. <Why am I fighting something that's inevitable anyways? Why am I willing to die hurting instead of dying a happy and quick death in my sleep?> He knew better though, there was no way, not even he could sleep in a situation like this "Hmph" <I guess it was my instinct to fight it>

(tic) and down to 2 seconds

"WHY THE (tic) F…!" At the same time as he yelled out ****, he blasted a strong Hyper Beam that destroyed most of the gun turrets, and wall.

Chicho was now limping his way out of the hallway through the smoke that had escaped from the same way, as he made his figure visible outside of the smoke he said to himself: "Not… fast… enough…" His Hyper Beam wasn't all that effective to say the least, as he ended up with 10 gunshot wounds to his body, 3 to his left arm, 2 on each leg, 2 of the bullets scraped his ribcage after being deflected from his face by the energy beam, and 1 that could've killed him had it not been for a weird bounce it had off his Thick Fat. "Guess… need to… REST." He then fell face first onto the floor thinking he had finally saved himself.

"Welcome, players! We appreciate your participation in The Game! For those of you who have just passed Level One, cnguoriotlaants! For toshe of you nuifvd …"
 
"Level 2: The Black Forest
A spooky woods, filled with dangerous creatures, streams, and dark caves. Players beware, they're coming for you! And feast upon your bones they shall, unless you have the wits to escape a grisly fate. Other surprises are hidden in the woods as well... Sleeping is not advised."

Aya glanced around, he had made it out of that terrifying room with the guns and the timer. Now he was in a room, or rather, forest, entirely unlike the previous room he had just been in. Aya wondered how he had ended up here, but decided that he had to continue on. If his legs weren't willing, then his curiosity made up for it, and he ventured farther, stopping after a couple of slow, cautious steps to take a look at his surroundings. An eerie wind whistled through the trees, rattling them like bones, and ominous shadows lurked everywhere around him, they seemed to shift, to move around. He normally wasn't afraid of the dark, the darkness was one of his closest friends, it cloaked him, wrapping around him and hiding him from the world. But now…that was a different story. It wasn't the darkness that scared him the most however, it was the strange…unreality of all of this. Even the sky didn't seem to be quite real, or maybe he was just imagining it. If the forest, if all of this, was real, including the trees and every blade of grass, and not mechanical, whoever designed this had done an excellent job.

"Sol…" So this is where I find myself, "Absol…" I suppose I have to go on.

Just then, a voice came from out of nowhere.

"Welcome, players! We appreciate your participation in The Game! For those of you who have just passed Level One, congratulations! For those of you who have not passed Level One, we apologize for the great deal of pain and suffering you must be feeling right now. That is, if you are still alive enough to hear me."

"The Game is simple. Survival until a certain point allows you to proceed to the next level. Death means you lose."

"As for rules, there are very few, and most of them are for you to find out on your own. Certain actions will be looked upon favorably and increase your score, and some may allow you to proceed to the next level. Death or injury will subtract from your score. On occasion, we may provide you with helpful advice to guide the way. For example, fire is hot. Do not touch it unless you wish to be burned. On other occasions, a helpful pixie may appear to point you in the right direction. That is all for the moment.

"Now are you ready for Level 2?"

He didn't know what to expect, but began walking again, melting into the shadows, virtually invisible in the darkness of this forest. Though under the trees it was darker still, Aya could see as well as he could in a well lit room, perhaps this was due to the traits and characteristics of his kind. Suddenly, he stumbled upon something, and looked down, and barely managed to refrain from gasping in horror.

A bone, long, narrow, and ghostly white, lay upon the ground, sheltered from the sun, it could have been here for any amount of time, but it smelled fresh to Aya. He shuddered to think of which Pokemon it much have come from, unless….maybe it was a Cubone's, then that would mean that it had been dropped by the Pokemon. It was a bit more comforting to think of it as the bone that a Cubone normally clutched in its hand. Yet Aya still couldn't shake loose the thought that a Pokemon might have died in here, been killed, and that was all that was left, one single bone. But then again, if a Pokemon had died at this very spot, then surely there should be other bones around as well? Here there was only this one bone, and spooky though it was, he decided it might not mean anything significant.

Continuing on his way forward, he came face to face with a gnarled old tree. The branches were twisted in such a way that it closely resembled a fearsome creature, a creature unlike any Pokemon that ever could have existed. Though he knew that it was only a plant, he still stepped back a few inches, alarmed. This was getting to be almost too much, Aya sidestepped the tree, though it took more than one step, and continued on his way, still completely perplexed as to where he was at the moment. He didn't know how long he had been walking, though in this atmosphere it felt like hours, though it was likely he had only been walking for about ten minutes, but the next thing he knew he had come to a stream.

Funny, this water, though clearer than crystal, seemed to be black…black water didn't occur in nature. Or maybe it was just the darkness that made the water seem black, yes, that was probably it, that was what the darkness did. He dipped the tip of his right forepaw into the water, it was cold as ice, the temperature to him felt below freezing point, and yet the stream continued to flow freely, though it was likely that the water moved too quickly to freeze. But the air…the air temperature, though with a slight chill, wasn't anywhere close to freezing. Aya didn't know what to make of this, but there was nothing he could do about it, after all, he was only one Pokemon in this enormous forest, what power did he have over the way nature had intended for things to be? He kept moving, unable to think of any other possible choices, leaping over the stream with ease, and landing gently and silently, first on his front paws, and then followed by his hind paws. The air seemed to be warmer here, just slightly warmer, but warmer all the same. Yet another surprise…
 
Good. He'd seen the bone of another Pokemon she'd Chased when the Game was still older. She'd laid it there purposefully, for anyone to find, and become afraid of what could be lying ahead. She hadn't known if anyone would find it, though. As she drifted through the darkness, she looked into his mind.

He was scared. Slightly scared. She could tell that. He wouldn't ever admit it - he was that kind of Pokemon - but he was scared. He was brushing the bone off.

Damn. No one had ever done something like that before. This was usually the part where they started panicking and dropped to the ground, screaming and crying, and then she could dig her claws into them and rip out their souls and kill them.

She wondered why her mindset continued to change. One minute it was 'kill the Player' and the next it was 'why?' She couldn't ever be sure of which one it was going to be.

Damn Abusoru. Made her think twice.

<I hate you,> she said to herself. <I hate how you're doing this to me.>

It was telepathy, but no one else could hear it, not the Chasers, not the Players, and not that Abusoru either.

She wasn't paying attention and a leaf rustled, then fell into the water, making ripples. Instantly, Ninekun felt herself melt into the shadows as she tried to follow Aya deeper into the woods. But there was a patch of light there - certainly, she would be seen. The invisibility shadow-melting didn't work in the light, and you could faintly see her outline.

She decided to risk it - after all, Aya didn't seem to be paying attention.

In and out, there went the flash. She hoped he hadn't seen her.
 
Arin slumped against the trunk of the tree. A game? She liked games, although even she wasn't naive enough to believe this was going to be the fun kind, after just getting shot. Players. The term implied there were other Pokemon, or maybe humans, in her same situation. No, probably no humans. If humans had created this, then there probably wouldn't be any humans in the game. Or would there? The human mind could be a sick, twisted thing. If a person could be so cruel as to create this kind of massive Game for his (or her) amusement, there was no telling what they could do.

Arin looked around. It seemed to be a perfectly ordinary forest. Ordinary trees, ordinary grass, ordinary air. Wait, no, the air currents were somewhat strange. Confined. They were indoors, or at least it felt like it to her. Being a Pokemon that spent a lot of time in the air, Arin was sensitive to the changes in the air flows around her body.

Where are you, Jason? Arin wondered. She hoped that he was alright. Maybe he was somewhere else in this cruel game. A surge of hope swelled within in, only to be put out by the realization that if he was anywhere within miles of her, she would be able to sense him. Her other psychic senses didn't seem to be hampered, so he probably wasn't here.

She looked up at the sky. It was strange. White. Eerie. As was the rest of the forest. Despite its natural appearance and smell, something felt odd about it. Strangely... artificial. She couldn't quite pick it out.

And there was something else. A sense on the back of her long neck that there was something out there. Watching her, quietly. Silently, waiting. Like a Persian, preparing to pounce on its prey. Only far more dangerous that any Persian.

Rustlerustlerustle

The sound caught her attention. Having her eyes set on the sides of her head meant she could see in a far wider arc than those with eyes set facing forward, but even so she couldn't see the source of the sound. Her wings twitched. It had to be coming from behind her. Leaning forward, away from the tree trunk, she turned her head to crane her neck around the tree.

Coming at her at about forty miles per hour was an enormous centipede.

Oh crap, was all the time she had to think before it slammed into her. She felt massive, powerful, crushing jaws close in on the lower part of her body, and she was lifted up into the air. The creature was like a miniature train in its power, and the impact on the tiny Latias did nothing to arrest its momentum.

Wasting no time, Arin charged up a Hyper Beam and aimed it at the centipede's head, where two dull, black, beady eyes were staring out past her. The attack didn't even dent the armored exoskeleton, but the force managed to make the centipede's chin hit the ground, forcing its jaws open and blasting Arin out of their reach. She flew up into the air, past the upper reaches of the trees. She looked around, and blinked. The sky was white, and she was surrounded by forest, as far as the eye could see, all the way to the horizon. They couldn't be indoors, because no building could possibly be this big. So where were they? Besides miles and miles of forest, the only thing in the distance was a lone mountain standing within a sea of green.

A roar sounded below, and Arin looked down. The centipede had reared up onto the legs on the segments near the end of its body, and it was reaching up into the air for her. Reflexive action made Arin fly up further quickly, and soon she was out of reach of the massive bug. The centipede continued to stand there, waving back and forth as Arin did, like some kind of weird snake, with Arin as the charmer. But soon enough, it appeared to decide that Arin wasn't the trouble to catch, and it bent back down to continue on its way.

Arin glanced around. A swarm of something was quickly approaching her. Maybe it wasn't good to be up so high above the forest canopy, it made her an obvious target. She quickly flew back down to ground level. The swarm passed overhead, they were some kind of insects as well.

This was the weirdest game Arin had ever played.
 
Lusankya said:
(OOC: Pikataro, you're Accepted, but if you want to be a Cyndaquil, you'll have to edit your sign-up to say so. Chicho, I'm not too sure about your choice for a Pokemon, seeing as how Snorlax are supposed to sleep for most of the time and definitely are not fast runners. (meaning you would have a very hard time trying to survive Level 1) But I suppose I can give you a shot, although I would really like it if you'd revise it slightly and pick a different Pokemon. You should be able to keep most of the personality and history the same, so it shouldn't be that hard..)
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Actually, to tell the truth, I only wanted to be Cyndaquil if Glaceon were taken... But thanks for making sure ^^'

So... Just to get things straight... I'm allowed to start WHENEVER I want, correct? Or will it be different?
 
(OOC: You can start whenever, but you must start off in Level 1. Follow my first post for what the environment in which you start off will be like. Also, please move all OOC-only posts to the discussion thread in the future.)
 
-Level One: The Empty Room-

A while past. Perhaps an hour, maybe a few minute, maybe less. But as Gale arouse, she looked around. Empty. The room was empty. It seemed kind of...nostalgic. It reminded Gale of how she felt after losing her parents. She peered around, hoping there would be a way out. She noticed a long hallway, and it seemed as if a medley of trees waited at the end of the hallway. Gale smiled, and got up. She started walking peacefully towards the trees, glad she'd be able to get out.

Bip... Bip... Bip... Bip... The strange sound suddenly took Gale by surprise. She turned around, and noticed a timer hanging on the wall behind her. It seemed to be decreasing. But by bit... She turned around again, and noticed tubes, seeming to follow her every movement. Suddenly nervous, she began to run through the corridor, when all of a sudden, she heard gunshots. The shots were clear as a bell. She knew they were going after her. The shots suddenly got in front of her, as if predicting where she would run to.

"Oh, shoot," Gale groaned. She stayed in place for a second, but realized the turrets were slowly going in her direction from both sides.

"This is it," she gasped. She closed her eyes, waiting for the shots to hit her. When, all of a sudden, the shots started behind her, and only behind her. Gale opened her eyes and peered back. Thankful, she began running towards the forest again, only to realize the turrets had locked on to her again, but with better accuracy this time. Gale knew the only way to escape was to run at full speed, and that's exactly what she did. Making her way out, she turned around one more time and stared at the turrets. She had outsmarted them. But now, for level 2...
 
Level 2

"Now, are you ready for Level 2?"

For some reason Chicho kept waking up to these weird mechanical voices that boomed out of nowhere. <Now, are you ready for Level 2?> "… Whatever THAT means".

As Chicho had used his Rest technique to catch his breath, he was now fully healed, but although his body was rested, he could still notice the scars left by the gunshots. He still remembered vividly the pain he suffered from the shots, one after one after one, it had taken less than half a second for the bullets who penetrated his defense to incrust themselves in him, but he remembered the individual pain he felt after making contact with each one individually. The burning sensation, the displacement of mass within him, the rotation of the bullet that twisted him from within… humans WERE after all creatures to be feared.

He was no longer bleeding and apparently his body pushed out all of the bullets on its own, as Chicho had never been shot before he found this amusing and useful "Keh. Looks like I'm not THAT weak after all".

Just a second later, he finally realized the true extent of the danger he was in. He, no… his body was refusing to sleep!

"How come?" he just had this nagging feeling deep within him preventing him from exposing himself to the danger of sleep, *sigh* "I thought I said I would not fight the inevitable and accept my death as soon as possible… seriously, what is wrong with me? I can't even keep a promise to myself!"

Then, as he got his massive body up to scan his surroundings…

"What is this place!?" a shiver crawled slowly up his spine all the way around the neck, and throughout his limbs making him flinch. The fear in Chicho was slowly, but surely taking control of him.

The awkward wind, the jagged branches on the trees, and shadows that seemed to crawl towards him, THIS PLACE WAS CURSED!

Chicho could feel his body tremble, the chilly air that froze him where he stood, he was about to… he needed to… <NO!>

*Breathes in deep… and exhales, then closes eyes*

"I definitely need some more rest and a good meal, I mean…" he said to himself as he opened his eyes and welcomed the expected sight. "I must be really losing it, I'm even talking to myself! If anything it's too risky to get any attention over to me… heh! As if I didn't get enough attention already."

Then he headed towards the forest with the intention of finding berries and a water source.
 
Arin darted through the trees. So far she hadn't been attacked yet since that giant centipede, but it was only a matter of time. This forest was as real as any she had ever seen, and yet, it was all so surreal. There was an air of impossibility, of fantastic things, to this forest. Maybe it was just the white sky poking in through the openings between leaves on the canopies of trees. Or maybe it was just the knowledge she could be attacked at any second by something that shouldn't exist. Or maybe it was tiny discrepancies in the way the grass, the trees, the dirt was that she couldn't identify, because they all looked so normal. Once again, she wondered what force in the universe could create such a thing. Only humans could be this cruel, but humans couldn't produce this, could they? If they had the technology to build this, then she feared very much for the future of Pokemon on Earth.

A rumbling to the side of her. Arin stopped flying to investigate, when second later, an enormous thing broke out of the trees, rolling through the forest at her. She narrowly dodged; the thing was moving fast, and it blew right past her and did not turn around or do anything to give chase. She blinked, and looked at both the thing and where it had come from. It was just a rolling thing the size of a school bus, cutting a swath of destruction through the forest.

She just continued on. How were they supposed to get to Level 3? They had been given no objectives, there was nothing to do. So why was she moving? She was in no less danger on the move than she was staying still. Unless that ever-constant feeling of being watched, of some predator stalking her had some validity to it. A shiver ran up her spine; If it were true, then she better keep moving. And maybe there was something in the forest they had to find to advance.

She stopped at a nearby stream, thirsty, and drank. The water was cold, ridiculously so, and felt as though it were far past the freezing point. Another sign that this place was just artificial. The temperature changes here were odd as well. One side of the stream was colder than the other, although the difference was very small. She looked around, there didn't appear to be any threats so far. But wait! Some movement further down the stream. She glided over, and saw an Absol stalking away from the stream.

An Absol? So far, she had not spotted a single Pokemon other than herself in the Game. Absol were known to humans as the Disaster Pokemon, and they were often shooed away and hated for trying to warn them about incoming natural disasters. Why Absols still try to warn them anyways, she didn't know. But she glided over anyways, because maybe this was one of the other players. So far, the only things that had attacked her were most certainly not Pokemon, there was a good chance this was one.

"Hey!" she chirped at the Absol, and quickly caught up to it.
 
Aya continued deeper into the forest, becoming more nervous as he went, if this was a game, it certainly was a very well designed and frightening one. A flash caught his eye, but he didn't have time to glance around as what seemed to be a living shadow suddenly flew from a tree.

Aya stepped backward, one of his forepaws raised as he came face to face with a large bat-like creature. It was most certainly not a Zubat, Golbat, or Crobat, as it did not have the characteristics of either Pokemon, he had never seen anything like it, but he didn't have much time to think, for the next thing he knew, it had swooped at his head. Aya had a split second to come up with a plan for what he should do next, and he took the first two ideas that came into his mind.

  • Duck so that it misses me, because I don't know much about this creature, I'm not sure of its abilities. It would be best not to attack it until it really begins to prove a threat.
  • Duck so that it misses me, the run for my life!

He decided to go with the first one, and dropped closer to the ground, the bat creature swooped over his head, missing its mark, however, it turned and prepared to try again. Aya knew that, in this situation, you should never use the same strategy twice in a row, for the enemy or opponent would be prepared for the move and it will surely fail. So now he had to come up with a completely new strategy. Aya thought for the second he had, though the strategy was easy to come up with.

  • Sidestep the attack rather than duck. That way he'll be ready to lower himself in order to hit is mark, but he won't be ready to swerve in order to attack me.
Then all thought abandoned Aya as he sidestepped the attack, but once again the bat creature seemed as if he didn't want to give up, and prepared for another attack. Aya didn't think he had much of a choice other than to either.

  • Hold my own against this creature and fight back.
  • Run for my life, maybe it won't follow me too far.
If he fought back, he risked angering the creature, and prompting it to continue attacking. If he ran, he might bait the creature into chasing after him. Unless it was only defending its territory. Risking it, he took a few steps away, only to see the creature shift as it took aim at him. That meant it would likely chase him for quite some time before it would finally give up, or until he finally gave up. So he would have to fight back against this creature, whatever it was. The iron hard growth on his head began to glow as he prepared for a razor wind attack. The sight didn't seem to alarm the creature, rather, it seemed to sneer at him before diving towards him, razor sharp claws extended and teeth bared. At that moment, Aya scythed his head downward, releasing several crescent shaped blades of wind at the bat creature, he normally had some degree of difficulty hitting a moving target, but the blades of wind spread out, covering more area, and besides that, desperation had perfected his aim for that one second it took to execute the move, and he had succeeded in managing to halt its attack.

Apparently, the creature wasn't as determined to rip his heart out as he had previously thought, because as it was hit, it retreated into an enormous hole that seemed to have been carved out of the side of a tree, though the look that it continued to give him was deadly. Aya could see its glowing eyes following him as he left the area, continuing to move forward. His heart was pounding, he couldn't believe his luck, knowing that he could have been lying on the forest floor, bleeding to death at this moment, he sent a grateful prayer up to the stars, which, according to the tales of his family, had been blessed by the legendary Pokemon Jirachi. It was for that reason that he had always loved stars, comets too, as he watched their celestial dance across the night sky. But there were no stars, not here, still, he hoped that they had heard his words of thanks. Suddenly, he stopped mid-step as a voice reached his ears.

"Hey!" Someone, female by the sound of it, called.

Aya spun around, caught by surprise, the voice didn't seem threatening or frightening, in fact, it seemed almost…friendly. Even so, he lifted a forepaw in case there was a need to defend against an attack, but apparently this was not needed. A Latias had caught up to him, and he gave it a curious look, noticing at the same time that it was slightly different from the other Latias he had met in his lifetime, though he couldn't quite tell what made this Latias different.

"Can I help you?" He asked cautiously, keeping his voice low, he didn't want to risk being heard by anyone, his previous experiences in this forest had pretty much taught him never to let his guard down, and he wasn't about to now.
 
Ninekun felt a wave of pleasure go through her. He hadn't seen her - one of her servants had distracted him from seeing her. Good. The Game was going exactly as she had planned.

<Soon you will be mine, small little Abusoru,> she said quietly to herself.

Again with the mood swings. First it was 'kill it', then the exact opposite. Why couldn't she make up her mind?

<Kumori,> she said to break the silence inside her own mind, <the Ratiasu and the Abusoru have met with each other. The hunt is on. Are you going to join me?>

As she waited for the answer, she could hear the conversation, though quiet, between the two Pokemon. She laughed softly.

<You are mine.>

OOC: Euu, she's scary. That's why she would be a Chaser, though. X_x
 
Name:Lukai
Gender:Male
Species:Shinx
Appearance:Lukai is based on a lion cub or kitten. Its fur is mostly blue, yet there is black fur under its torso. It has a long black tail with a gold four-pointed star on the end. Its forelegs each have a gold ring around them. It has large, oval ears with gold, star-like "fleur de lis" symbols on them. It has gold-pupiled eyes, and a pink-red nose. It has tufts of hair which will eventually grow into a mane; these can be seen on top and on the rear sides of its head. Whenever its mouth is shown open, small fangs can be seen developing.

Personality:Lukai likes to be around people, it just makes him feel better to know that he has people that he can talk to, people that care about him. He has mistrust in people who he does not, especially if they look suspicious. This does not mean that he doesn't like to make new friends, In fact Lukai loves to make new friends. Whenever he meets someone new he can be a bit annoying to them,so he has heard, but he can not help it; he just acts like himself. He doesn't like people who quit or give up before they are even out. Somtimes he will feel very lonely even if he is the center of attention.

Lukai is a very energetic pokemon, he loves to jump and run around even if it is in circles. He knows he is definetly not the fastest,strongest, or smartest pokemon in the world, but he doesn't care. He isn't one that likes to messed around with, or played mind games with. He wouldn't dare hurt a fly if he didn't have to. He is a follower rather than a leader, and will listen to someone that he trusts if they give him a command. There is a loop hole to that though, if he is scared out of his mind he will listen to just about anyone.

History: As a young child, Lukai grew up in a pretty pampered,controlled life. He was told where he could go, what he could eat, who he could make friends with. The friends part was hard because it was lesson after lesson. He soon grew tired of this and began to sneak out everynight to meet a, 'gang' if you will, of other Shinx, and Luxio. They weren't really his friends but only used him as he was of noble blood. Soon, late one night he was told by another young Shinx female named Robin that the older Pokemon where just using him. He refused to believe it.
He did this for a while, then one night, all the other gang members and Lukai went off to the forest. They hung out for a while then all the other members of the gang went running out of the forest trampling over him, he soon passed out. In his unconcious state he had a dream where he was back at home finishing up his last lesson. His mom said,"Lukai the lessons are for the better of you.. now pay attention!"

"But-" he was cut off by his mom, "No buts, now go on up stairs and go to bed!" She demanded.

"Fine" he growled as he stalked off to his bed. He got there and it took a while to get a comfortable spot.

He woke up hours later still in the same forest. He realized what Robin had said was true. He went to go find her and tell her that she was correct,but as he got home what he saw was unbelievable. His whole home was being ripped apart by the gang of pokemon. He ran up and tried to stop them but was tossed aside by his father a powerful Luxray. The gang seemed a lot bigger in battle than it had just hanging out. It was the gang was aided by other pokemon. His family was soon defeated and Lukai ran. He hid in the forest and for days saw many of the pokemon looking for him. He was then presumed dead. He had no where to turn to and was about to turn himself into them when a group of bug pokemon motioned him to come live with them. He then did, giving him a gentle nature. Then he fell asleep and found himself in a unkown place, the first words he heard were, "Welcome to the Games!"

Moves: Signal Beam, after witch Lukai becomes exhausted.
Thunder Fang
Discharge, Lukai has very little control over this move.
Other:

  • Lukai is a lot smaller and younger than most other pokemon at the games, that he has seen.
 
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