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"Help......me....I cant....control...it..." I rasped, I could barely talk........
 
Geoffrey had no time for dance-to-avoid-da-laser games. Geoffrey turned into his Moltres form and floored the place with fire. The fire burnt out where the lasers were coming from and he ran out of the facility because he could hear someone was in danger. He was traveling faster than the legendary dogs could run and he was making a trail of smoke and fire as he flew. He could see Bob turn around with wide eyes, he'd never seen a pokemorph so wild and raged. A collar flew towards his direction but Geoffrey dodged it and was flying around to try to not be caught by it. This was going to be tricky.
 
Raising both arms to block the wind, Rine allowed himself to be slammed against the large rock, though he was able to retain a somewhat unsteady footing. Then, balancing himself as he stared upward, his eyes narrowed as he carefully watched his opponent--using his control of the current blizzard to dispel the interfering dust and debris.

As the Pidgeot morph came down with an attack, the surrounding blizzard vanished. Swiftly dodging to the side, Rine avoided the strike--leaving the armored morph between himself and the rock. Directing both hands toward his opponent he released an icy blast--one far smaller than his previous blizzards, but one that had the same power concentrated in a smaller area. The helmet . . . it does seem to be the source of Bob's control. But, I can't be sure whether the one who spoke to me was the morph himself or Bob controlling him. Either way, I can only afford to attack when my strike is sure.

When several electric attacks found themselves dangerously close to striking the Sneasel morph, several pillars of ice materialized--again acting as lightning rods to prevent the electricity from striking Rine. Then, as the attacks were directing elsewhere, the pillars vanished into the ground.
 
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As the miniature blizzard struck his helmet Berne felt the strange haze that had been clouding his mind lift slightly, the pain that had consumed him toning down to a controlable level and, most crucially, Bob's persistent commands ceasing to echo within his skull. To Berne's dismay the helmet was still in one piece, but it now had a significantly brittler quality to it, the drastic temperature change having left several deep cracks in it. A strong enough blow would probably shatter the darn thing Berne thought Perhaps something like... a faint trace of a smile crossed his face as he noticed that the Sneasel morph had taken up a position behind the rock. He might even be able to make it look like an accident. Pretending that he was still under Bob's control Berne charged forward in a headbutt although aiming for the rock rather than his opponent.

With an appropriately loud *crash* sound the helmet on Berne's head shattered as it came into contact with the rock. Ignoring the dull ache that was beginning to spread from his forehead the morph looked around the battlefield, in full conciousness for the first time. Surveying the grim expressions on the faces of the various morphs struggling around him, especially the one he had just been fighting, Berne realized that the fight was still far from over. He assumed a defensive stance, unsure whether his opponent would realize, or care, that Bob was no longer in control.

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Bob, now painfuly aware that the situation was rapidly sliding out of his hands, began to feel increasingly vulnerable. A sentiment his employees seemed to share:
"Shall we issue a retreat, sir?" asked a nearby aide who was tending to the burn wounds Bob had recieved.
"No!" Bob snapped, smashing his uninjured fist on a small table with such vigour that all hechmen in sight cringed backwards "Not yet..." he took a deep breath and tried to calm down "Get me whoever designed that armor, there must be some kind of failsafe!"
"Yes sir." another aide replied hastily, scrambling to get to a nearby phone as fast as possible.
 
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I'm leaving PC so I'm going to have to leave this RPG.
 
OOC: For good? :(

Geoffrey finally made the collar bind onto something else after a lot of flying and he sure was exhausted. He was flying in the air but out of energy, he plumeted to the ground making a small crater.

OOC: No, he's not fat.

INC: He rested his head against the soft brown soil and slept.
 
OOC: Bye then, good luck!


Anna
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"Get back!!" Jolta called to me, "Stay with Blaze, he'll protect you!!!" She looked ready for battle, and I reluctantly agreed to stay back with the little pokemon.

"Okay... I will, wobba," I said, going quickly over to the Growlithe, and giving the pokemon a nod hello as I stood by it. I wished that could actually be of some use to them, but my powers were nowhere near as awesome as theirs. I felt a bit quilty though, seeing the two pokemoprhs before me risk their lives to help us all survive.

And part of me was also a bit confused as to why Jolta was being so, well, human. I had always thought of her as a heartless killer; and now I felt as if my preconception was something that I should be ashamed of.

'I'll make it up to her,' I found myself thinking, 'I'll do something to show that I'm not afraid to be her friend.'

As soon as I thought this, I noticed the helmet on the Pidgeot morph shatter as he collided with a rock. I jumped a bit, pieces flying everywhere, but then smiled a bit.

"He's free wobba!" I cheered, assuming the intrument of Bob's control had been the helmet.
 
[OOC: I see . . . then farewell, and stay safe.]

Seeing the helmet shatter, Rine ceased his blizzard. However, he was unwilling to trust easily. Lowering himself into a defensive stance, the Sneasel morph stared intently at the Pidgeot morph before him--his blood crimson eyes studying the armored enemy. His voice low, Rine hissed, "Don't move." Suddenly, he flicked his hand forward--directing a number of icicles toward his opponent. However, each ice weapon was carefully aimed toward an area of armor that would not allow damage to the flesh if it was pierced.

Baring his fangs in a silent snarl, Rine sprang back and away from the Pidgeot morph, prepared to continue combat if necessary.
 
OOC: Always sad to see another member quit. :( Well, good luck with whatever you'll be up to then.

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"Don't move."

Berne couldn't help uttering a silent snarl. Obeying a stranger's command wasn't excactly the top priority for his newfound freedom, but he didn't want to waste his energy in an unnecessary battle so he obeyed, allowing the swarm of icicles to puncture various parts of his armor, Just as well he thought as the pieces of metal began to loosen It's probably rigged beyond redemption.

As the last one of the icicles had finished its job, Berne adressed his recent opponet, once again crouched in defence, expecting him to lash out at any moment "It's not my intention to pick a fight with you" Berne stated, looking the Sneasel morph straight in the eye and keeping his expression carefully blank, even as another burst of electricity rushed past him, nearly burning his mane which had been released from the confines of the helmet "But make no mistake, I will defend myself if need be." Carefully, and still watching the person opposite of him with care, he began to remove some of the loser pieces of his heavy attire, revealing the surprisingly plain, and rather worn, clothing beneath it. Berne listened to the dull clunks of the various metal pieces falling to the ground, kicking them in various directions with a measure of satisfication. He had no wish to retain a memento of his servitude, no matter how useful it could be.
 
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Steam was slowly rising from the ground *plays "Distance"-A in background* as Geoffrey crawled out of the small crater he made. He flew up in the air with just a firery red glow around him, this only happended when he was fired up. Since he was practically useless now in this RP, he flew away and lived in solitude for the rest of his life in the mountains...

OOC: I'm quitting this RP, see you around the forums.
 
Once again yuki found herself looking at the oh so familiar, grey wall of the punishment roomm, then she heard a squeeking noice it was the cell door open a young tan man with black hair and a whip stepped in. Yuki knew very well why the man was here
''Well well well it seems someone broke the rules again well it's time for your punishment'' suddenly yuki realized it was now or never, she jumped up hit the man with her tail, ran out and slammed door behind her, ''Okay.... what am I supposed to do now?'' she said for herself, she didn't have much time to think before she heard footsteps someone was coming her way, quickly she hid behind some food supplies, right after that a man around the age of 30 with black hair came around the corner, the man yuki had locked up began to shout
''Hello? let me out, is anybody there?'' the older man ran to open the door

''Where is she?'' said the man who had just been locked up

''Where is who?''

''That pesky pokemorph I was suppose to punish her but she hit me and locked me up''

''Haven't seen her''

''If I ever get my hands on that girl she'll regret that she was never born''

''Now we'll have to find the girl''

OOC: To be continued
 
[OOC: Alright, Goeff . . . ]

Rine straightened slightly and viewed the Pidgeot morph in silence. After a long moment, the male allowed thin smirk to play across his features. "And I had been planning to throw you into that Raichu morph's next Thunderbolt. So much for that idea." The smirk abruptly vanished, leaving Rine's expression cold and serious. "If you can give me proof you've been freed from Bob's control, I have no reason to attack you. Can you prove it?"
 
Berne retained his silence for a while, formulating an answer for the question posed to him "Well..." he finally said "If I *was*under Bob's control would I be discarding valuable equipement?" he gestured towards the various pieces of armor strewn all around him "Or even be talking to you for that matter? Bob isn't really a man of peace and diplomacy, as I'm sure you have discovered yourself." he took a brief pause to see the other's reaction, observing the remnants of an electric burn on his arm without bothering to pretend otherwise. In fact, his stare seemed almost purposefully obvious. "However" he continued "If your trust can be gained through mere words then you are obviously not half as intelligent as I have thought."
 
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Electricity poped in the air as the two Morphs fought. Niether would give an inch. Jolta usually depended on speed and strong attacks, but Ria had good defense, as well as speed. The Jolteon Morph growled in annoyance, as she and Ria came to a stop. They were both panting heavily, ready to drop.

"That's IT!!" Jolta yelled, then charged at the Riachu Morph. Her sword crackled with lightning. She swiped at Ria's neck, breaking the collar. Not a scratch was left on her skin. Jolta was tired now. She skidded to a stop, painfully ramming into a tree. Ria fell too, exausted.

"Jolta!!" Blaze called, racing toward her. She nor Ria was moving....
 
OOC: Bye Geoff...!


Anna
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I was at a loss for knowing who to watch; Ria and Jolta, or the now free Pidgeot morph and the Sneasel one. I noticed that the Pidgeot morph was trying to prove his freedom from Bob's control.

I decided to take my chances and ran up to the Sneasel morph.

"I believe him! I-I can tell he's free! I can sense his spirit within him wobba," I paused for a moment, "I know that sounds weird, but I am psychic in some ways, and I could feel a difference between when Jolta was being controlled, and when she was freed." I looked over to the Pidgeot morph, and then up to the Sneasel morph's eyes.

"It's okay if you don't believe me; I'm not even sure I would believe me," I said, managing a crinkly smile.

That's when I heard Jolta's final blow with her awesome sword. I turned around in time to see the two of them fall to the ground.

"Ria!" I yelled, leaving the two morphs to decide on their own, and coming up to Ria's side. Blaze seemed to be caring for Jolta, so I wasn't worried about her right then.

"Ria! Ria!!" I said, shaking her to try and wake her up.
 
"Bob may not be a 'man of peace and diplomacy', but he's smart enough to know a few tricks." Rine's eyes studied Berne for a long moment before narrowing slightly. Then, at Anna's approach, he turned slightly, still retaining an awareness as to the Pidgeot morph's movements. Rine remained silent as the Wobbuffet morph departed to attempt to revive Ria. Then, turning toward Berne, he spoke in a quiet, level tone. "For the moment--and for convenience's sake--I'll refrain from attacking you." He extended his claws. "But, know that if you attack me, I'll have no reason to show mercy." The Sneasel morph withdrew his claws as he made his way toward the fallen electric morphs--moving at an angle to retain Berne's presence in his area of vision.
 
Berne merely nodded, lingering behind as the others went to check on the collapsed morphs. He found himself a bit confused. Not by the Sneasel morph's actions, Berne had been expecting something along those lines as that would be precisely what he would have done in a similar situation. Said morph was stilling eyeing Berne suspiciously, but the Pidgeot morph decided to ignore it for the time being. What really perplexed him was the intervention of the Wobbuffet morph. Why would she stick up for someone whom she didn't know at all? Just because Berne wasn't under the control of an evil and sadistic bastard anymore, if she really had sensed it, which Berne doubted, it was no guarantee that he himself wasn't one. Finally, Berne approached the two fallen morphs, none of them held any love for Bob, that much was obvious. There was always strength in numbers and Berne was going to need help to take down team Cipher, even if he didn't like to admit it...
 
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Raising a hand slightly, Rine lowered the temperature of the air about the two electric morphs. After a time, a mist could be seen rising from their mouths, indicating they were still breathing. Seeming satisfied, the Sneasel morph turned toward Anna. "They're alive and should recover with some rest." A flurry of snow materialized about Rine as he added, "I have business to take care of. Shout if you need me." The snow suddenly increased, surrounding the male in a thick, impenetrable white. Then, as the ice faded and tumbled to the ground, the morph had vanished.

[OOC: Hopefully this is not controlling other's characters too much . . . If it is, I will edit.]
 

Anna
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"I will wobba!" I said cheerfully, giving a small wave good-bye. I had a big smile on as I looked down at Ria and Jolta. Blaze still looked a bit concerned even with the reassurance of the Sneasel morph.

"Oh wait--! Oh... wobba...," I said urgently, but then realized the morph had already vanished, "I didn't even know his name. Hm... I shall refer to him as Sneeze then." I giggled a bit. I couldn't wait for Ria to wake up. Things were looking so much better now.

That's when I turned to the Pidgeot morph, "Ah! I forgot you were there wobba! What is your name then, considering we are friends now!" I extended my hand for him to shake. I might as well make another new friend as I waited for my first one to wake up.

He may have looked a little scary, but that wouldn't deter me. I continued to smile with my crinkly mouth.
 
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