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OOC: Woah... almost forgot about this! Anyway, posting time!!


Anna
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"Oh! Then you are a friend and not an enemy, wobba? Well then, hi there! My name's Anna," I said, extending my hand in a friendly handshake. Whether or not the Sandslash morph liked it, I had strode over, grabbed onto him, and shook my hand lightly.

I shot a nervous glance at Jolta, then turned to Berne and Ria, "We should probably get away from here, wobba; I mean, who's to say that Bob won't come back to get us again?"

I didn't realize it at the time, but that could have been the dumbest move I had made. Trusting people so easily was sometimes a good thing, but could also be an extremely dangerous thing. How was I to know that Koji and Berne and Jolta and the Sneasel morph I had met earlier were even trustworthy? I trusted the good in people, trusted the fact that all of us were in the same place; we were persecuted morphs with no one to turn to but each other.

Hopefully, I would be right, and we would all remember that in the coming days.
 
OOC: This RP is like some strange zombie-thingie. Just when you think it's dead and buried it gets right back up again like nothing's happened. ^_^

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The Pidgeot morph wasn't quite convinced by Koji's explanation, but realized that he wasn't really in a position to fling accusations. "I am Berne." he said in introduction, giving the Sandslash morph a brief nod, but not offering a hand "And Anna has a point, we should really get moving."

He peered around at his surroundings, night had already begun to fall "We should find ourselves some shelter in our vicinity. Straggling around in the darkness will do us no good."

As the Pidgeot morph moved past Koji he briefly locked eyes with him "I don't trust you..." he whispered, his voice too low for the others to hear "I will tolerate your presence, but if you dare to betray this group you will suffer the consequneces."

Berne walked a bit further away, not bothering to wait for the other's response.
 
A faint breeze drifted past Rine, gently rippling the surface of the lake the Sneasel morph stood beside. Allowing the wind to caress his face and wounds, the male brushed a few strands of hair away from his face. Though his visible scarlet eye still burned with a cold fire, Rine's expression seemed peaceful and calm.

Kneeling to stare at the lake's mirror-like surface, the Pokemorph silently raised his forefinger to trace a deep gash that ran across his cheek. As another air current disrupted the lake's surface, Rine extended a claw and lightly tapped the water--freezing a portion of it into a mirror of ice. Seeing a number of bloodstains on the bandages bound about his face, the Sneasel morph slowly placed a hand over the covered area of his features. As he began to remove the bandage, he paused. Tightening the bandages, Rine straightened and stood, raising a clawed hand and causing the ice to shatter. Then, withdrawing his claws, the dark morph vanished.
 
((Ooc: It's the curse of the Runaway Rp. O.o'))

"Eh?" Koji had no intentions of betraying them. Jolta, however... She was unpredictable. Just as she was three years ago, before... He sighed. No point in digging up the past. Jolta would most-likely kill him if she found out who he was.

"So, uhm, where she we go?" Inquired Blaze. He knew hardly anything of the forest. Jolta sat cross-lessged on a rock, facing away from them.
 
OOC: *eerie music plays* It's ALIIIVEE!!! *shrug* Couldn't help myself. ^^ Where's pokegirl anyway? After all, this is her RP.


Anna
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I looked around. Everyone was so tense. If only they could get along better... oh well, it would take time, and I wasn't about to push them further.

"Hey I know!" I said happily, clapping my hands together, "There's supposed to be a big city to the east of here, maybe we could go there, wobba!"

Then a strange thought occurred to me. "Oh... no wobba, the other people will probably notice our differences and tell Bob," I said in defeat.

For a moment, it seemed like a good idea, though someday I'd like to live among regular people, but right now that didn't seem like a very big possibility. There must be some human beings out there that wouldn't hate us, that would want to protect us.
 
Berne nodded, "We're too conspicious to blend in with the normal folk, and Bob will undoubtedly have spread lies about us among the local populace, hoping that a frightened mob will do his work for him." a look of disdain entered his eyes although his expression remained emotionless "The problem is that he is right. People are cowards, they will fear us simply for what we are, judge us based on what we can do rather than our real actions."

The Pidgeot morph allowed his speech to fade, bitter thoughts entering his mind. This world never wanted me before he thought for himself and it certainly won't want me now. What am I even doing here? I should be at Cipher grounds, with my hands on Bob's dirty throat. But for what? Taking away my humanity? What has that ever brought me but pain and misery? IF anything he helped me. But he did it for his own gain. his darker side snarled at the human's arrogance He will pay. I'm a strong now, I am free ...free and independent. I am-

Berne stopped that line of thought before he had even begun it. Free? Had he been truly free he would have left on his own way already. He was still snared, by what? A misguided sense of loyalty to a stranger who intervened on his behalf without any grasp of the situation...

Had he remember how to do so, the Pidgeot morph would probably had sighed in exasperation. He would probably stick with whatever Anna decided, simply because he felt he owed her...
 
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Anna
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"Oh...," I said, sighing, "Why must people be so mean all the time... wobba... we're no different than anyone else."

I pointed to the north. "We should go north then I think. I mean, there's a river up that way, and it's really mountainous so we'd be hard to follow. Last time I tried to escape I was planning to go up that way, wobba," I said, smiling. Ah, that had been a good plan, but it had been poorly executed, and luck had not been with me that day.

Something occurred to me, "Oh! And just so you know, I do know that that way is north because Wobbuffet instinctively know what way is north!"

I paused for a moment. Then suddenly I realized that I had said quite a few things and only said 'wobba' twice in them all put together. Very strange.
 
"It's the way the world works, I'm afraid." Berne replied to Anna's sigh, still applying the usual emotionless voice. The Pidgeot morph arched an eyebrow inquisitively as the Wobbuffet morph told him that she had actually almost managed to escape. Perhaps... Berne thought for himself Perhaps I have underestimated her capabilities. Escaping one of the camps unaided was no small accomplishment.

"Sounds like you have a plan." Berne stated at the end of Anna's sentence, a hint of approval audible in his voice despite his efforts to coneal it. "Which is more than can be said for the rest of our merry little family apparently." the Pidgeot morph added, his eyes travelling among the members of what could quite generously be called a rag-tag band. "I for one am in support of this course of action."
 
"As am I," Ria said quietly. She had stood aside, watching all the pokemorphs and their reactions to freedom. "We must get out of here, or attack. With Bob's new weapon to control us, we could be gone forever. Peace shall never be known to us. Anna, if you don't have a plan, we ought to travel to my old home and see if there was a cure. I hope there is, if not... then we shall become worthless. Ria."

OOC: Sorry, vacation time! (Surfing the waves in CA)
 
"I vote north," Jolta said simply. Displaying no anger for the first time since she had met the others. Her temper had cooled down a bit, so she decided to at least not growl at them. Blaze seemed to relax, seeing his partner wasn't about to blow everyone up anymore.

"We're used to living outdoors. After all, since Jolta's guardians were killed, we-" Jolta calmly flicked a ball of electricity at the Growlithe, cutting him off. She didn't want them to know about her past. Blaze was more trusting of people than Jolta was.

I don't see why she can't trust them... If she tells them about her past, maybe they'll befriend her, or at least except her... He hated seeing Jolta always so tense, ready to attack anything that moved. Jolta jumped off her rock and walked the direcion Anna pointed to.

"She wasn't always like this..." Blaze muttered loud enough for everyone but the Jolteon Morph to hear.
 
Guardians killed? Berne pondered this new information even though he didn't give any outward indication of it A pity...I would have loved to see my guardians killed. he surpressed this thought.

"Neither was I..." Berne replied quietly so that it would take a very good sense hearing, like that of a Growlithe, to hear him, before raising his voice to a normal level. "It is unanimous then." the Pidgeot morph stated to the group "Let's be off."

With that, he set of to the north under the guidance of his avian sense of direction, leaving the fire pok?mon to ponder the meaning of his words at its leisure.
 

Anna
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"Oh good, I am getting thristy myself," I replied, thinking of the cool water that going to the river would mean. However, I did hear Blaze's comment, and I did feel sorry for Jolta. I had always felt sorry for someone so obviously lonely and closed to the outside. Many people in the camp that we had just escaped from had been the same way.

I noticed Ria had been shot down about her idea of going to her home. I gave her a smile, "Don't worry Ria, I'm sure we'll be able to go to your home sometime in the near future. I think perhaps it would be best if we got to know each other more and waited for the immediate searching of the area from Bob to stop, wobba."

I paused, and shuddered thinking of how Bob was probably trying to think of horrible things to do to us. He was not the kind of person to kill you quickly....

"Oh... I hope the others are okay...," I said aloud, thinking of the Sneasel morph and others. Even though I didn't know them, I still cared about them. This seemed to be something that few morphs were capable of; Jolta and Berne were a bit like that.

Since no one seemed to talking much, aside from me, I decided to adress them one at a time, after all, it was exciting to have so many new friends!

"So Berne, wobba, what do you want to do? I mean, what will your plans be when we're away from Bob; which is assuming we do get away from Bob, but I like to think positive!" I asked the Pidgeot morph, smiling.
 
"Plans?" Berne echoed, watching the Wobbuffet morph in surprise.

"What 'after' is there for me?" he asked, his expression temporarily shifting into one of bitterness before he got it back under control, "I've never had anything to begin with. I'm not even sure if I want to change back. For all my life, people have treated me like dirt, even when I was still a small child, my foster parents would pick on me and beat me for the slightest of misbehaviours, sometimes even without cause. But now..." the yellow part of his eyes glowed dangerously "Now I have the power to pay back in kind, only to find that I don't particularly care about them anymore. My only desire is to see Bob and his henchmen rid from the face of this earth in as painful a way as possible. After that..." the Pidgeot morph shrugged "I couldn't care less. I can never lead a normal life now, that much I have realized. There is too much blood on my hands..." his voice faded and he turned his gaze elsewhere, not wanting to look Anna in the eyes anymore as she would surely spot the tears that were building up in his eyes. Why do I feel this way? he thought for himself, furiously forcing the droplets away Why should I feel any shame over what I have done? It's always been me against the world and until now the world has had the upper-hand! And why am I even telling Anna any of this? I know nothing about her and she will surely judge me like everyone else.
 
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Anna
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I blinked. 'Perhaps next time I should be more sensitive to the questions I ask people,' I thought to myself. I had no idea that someone's life could be filled with such sadness. Was that how all of them were? Jolta and her parents, Ria and hers... I suddenly found myself thinking of my past... which was something I could barely remember....

"That's sad," I said to Berne, "I feel sorry for you. To have such an awful life... no wonder you don't know what you're going to do; there is nothing you've ever valued in life beyond seeking vengance for those that hurt you." For once I was actually thinking about what I was saying, trying to be as serious as possible, because anything less would have been rude.

I paused, "I wish I could say I know how you feel, wobba, but I have never felt like that. I don't know why, perhaps I'm just naive and over-optimistic. I don't remember much about before I was taken in by Bob. I do remember though that my parents were nice people, and that they loved me very much." I smiled again, "When Bob is done with and we are really free, I think I should like to live in a quiet place with people I care about and do nothing but lay around and relax and have fun doing things that I never was allowed to do in the camp."

I looked sadly at Berne, for I really did feel sorry for him. 'I hope that someday you find something to live for and someone that loves you; that cares more about you than themselves,' I thought silently; I knew better than to say it aloud, that would have been a bit embarrassing and might have gone too far. But I sincerely wished that what I said would come true, because after all, he was my friend.

"Hey! Look at that tree up ahead! Isn't it beautiful?!" I said, racing forward a bit. I liked looking at trees, they were so pretty and something I didn't get to see very much when I was with Bob and company. It was a Cottonwood tree, and it had been shedding its great, cotton-ball like seeds. Unfortunately for me, I didn't see the shadowed figure sitting in the tree above where I was now standing.

I touched a cotton piece that was floating down toward me and felt it. "Oooh, it's so soft, wobba!" I said, and then I heard a thud.

Something had jumped down from somewhere above me and had landed about two feet in front of me. I blinked. It was a boy about my age, he was a morph like us; and by the looks of his pale green skin and yellow anntennas, a strong Meganium morph. But something was wrong, something wasn't right... he was wearing a collar, a collar like Ria and Jolta had worn....

I gasped. I didn't think this boy was going to be very friendly.

OOC: Oooh...! Some action! I just made up some random morph, you guys can control him if you wanna and you could even kill him if you like. :dead: Think of him as a disposable henchman.
 
Berne listened to the Wobbuffet morph in surprised but grateful silence. He wasn't quite sure what he had expected from her; terror surely, maybe a bit of revulsion, but compassion? He could tell that Anna was obviously trying her best not to offend him. There's another first I guess... the Pidgeot morph thought for himself, his resolve strengthening further. Anna would definitely be under his protection. He would sooner die than let the kind morph come to harm. Not a particularly meaningful goal perhaps, but a goal all the same. Maybe I can be of some use... Berne mused for himself, an almost indiscernable smile creeping across his face as he listened to the Wobbuffet morph's explanation of her own dreams and consequent trip towards a nearby tree.

Berne stiffened in alarm as he noticed the Meganium morph approach, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the collar around his neck.

"Anna!" the Pidgeot morph called, spreading his wings and promptly ignoring the protest of his wound "Get back!"

Berne lifted up into the air, quickly diving between the two morphs and assuming a defensive stance. I have the advantage... he told himself as he eyed the grass pok?mon morph appraisingly I could take him down if I wanted to... as he began to size up his opponent's weak spots, a slightly less usual thought seeped into Berne's head But maybe... he thought for himself Maybe I should attempt to free him from captivity instead.
 
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A bolt of lightning shot from nowhere, nearly hit everyone. "Alright!! Some action!!" Jolta yelled, anger and excitement alight in her eyes. She skidded to a stop beside Berne, kicking charred dust into the air.

The Meganium Morph smiled pleasantly, then said calmly, "You are fugitives, wanted by Bob. Now, come on, we don't have all day."

Suddenly, his charming disposition disappeared, as he reached foward, grabbed Jolta by the neck and lifted her in the air. She simply laughed, a creepy, oh-god-she's-lost-it-now laugh, almost in tears. Her tail twitched uncontrollably. Suddenly, Jolta stopped, and glared at the Morph with all the hate she could impress upon him.

She kicked him, and dropped to the ground. Extending one leg, she swung it around and knocked the Controlled Morph to the ground. The fight escalated from there. The Meganium stood up, nearly being crushed by an electric attack by Jolta. She was faster than him, but he was stronger.
 
Suddenly, a dark form flashed through the area, lifting Anna and depositing her a safe distance away from the battle. Glancing back toward the others, Rine spoke quietly. "I came back to play, but it looks like your friends are taking all the fun away. I'll leave this game to them." Without another word, the Sneasel morph vanished.

Reappearing on a tree limb, Rine silently viewed the morphs below. If nothing else, this should be interesting . . .
 
Berne shook his head, watching Jolta's eagerness to fight with a small hint of contempt in his expression "Feeling a little bloodthirsty, aren't we?" he asked in an emotionless tone. Killing, in his opinion, should be a necessity, not a source of enjoyment. "Do try to get that collar of, will you?" he asked, taking his distance.

Not feeling any particular inclination to join in the battle, the Pidgeot morph took a bit of distance from the two, noticing that Anna had done so as well. Teleportation perhaps? But no...somehow Berne had the feeling that a certain morph from before had had a hand in it, and sure enough...a bit of spying revealed Rine perched on a tree limb above.

So, he wants to see us fight, does he? Berne thought with a measure of amusement Well, he'll just have to find his entertainment elsewhere...

The Pidgeot morph turned his attention back to the battle between Jolta and the Meganium morph, ready to interwene if necessary.
 
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Anna
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"WAH!" I screamed, unsure of where to run off from the path of the boy that stood before me. I was not about to let Berne's warning go unheeded, but I couldn't move without getting into a fight; as if I could fight... I was pretty useless to the group right now.

Suddenly Berne was between me and the other morph, and before I knew it, I had been transported by someone to a safe distance. I blinked as I looked forward and saw the same Sneasel morph I had met before.

"Oh--!" I squeaked, but he seemed eager to watch and vanished again. I could sense him on a tree branch nearby. Oddly enough, I could not sense the morph in the trees before, but I could sense the sneasel morph now. It must've had something to do with concentration.

I watched the battle but not with the same excited anticipation that the sneasel morph or Jolta had; I was scared that one of them would get seriously hurt. If only there were something I could do to help them... but Bob and his henchmen had always reminded me of what a failure I was in the area of psychic power.

"Be careful, wobba," I said softly, wishing my wish were more than just that.
 
Berne watched with mounting displeasure as the battle dragged on. Despite their tussle neither one of the morphs seemed to be showing signs of fatigue. Should I interwene? he mused for himself, No doubt Jolta would be peeved if I deprived her of her fun. he watched as the Jolteon morph landed a particularly nasty hit on her opponent But... he conceded, surprising himself with his own thoughts once more I can't stand watching this.

The Pidgeot morph leapt backwards, using a flexible little tree behind himself as a springboard as he leapt forward at blinding speed, catching the Meganium morph from the middle of the tussle and slamming him forward into a conveniently placed rock.

Berne hesitated for a moment as he noticed the severe bruising that his attack had caused, only to find that vines had suddenly sprung forth from the meganium morph's neck and wrapped themselves tightly around his wrists, the morph's mouth grinning manically as he healed himself through some unknown means before dealing out a headbutt onto the Pidgeot morph, smacking him back a bit.

"This ends now." Berne snarled, struggling against the pain as he rose as high with his wings as the vines would let him and leapt over his opponent in a graceful ark, digging his taloned feet deep into his opponent's back, switching the places of his hands so that the vines went across the Meganium morph's collared throat and then dragging the wrists towards each other, the vines tightening around his opponent's neck like a garrotte (OOC: Hope I spelled that one right).

The Meganium morph struggled but couldn't shake his opponent from his back, strength slowly draining from his greenish body.

"If we want him alive." Berne called out to the others adjusting his grip so that the collared throat was held bare to the others "Now is the time to act!"
 
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