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Clockworkz Birdo  "Hoargh! Take your shoes off!" Level: 64  Posts: 1741/2002 EXP: 2188320 For next: 25777 Since: 03-15-04 From: Undisclosed Since last post: 12 hours Last activity: 12 hours |
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| BIG Post! ----------------------------------------------------- What is a Pokemorph? To put it simply, a Pokemorph is a half human, half Pokemon hybrid, or an anthropomorphic Pokemon. If that didn't make sense, picture, if you will, a werewolf. Not the fuzzy wolf-man of old B movies, but rather, an actual werewolf of legends, with the general body of a man, but with the features of a wolf; long muzzle, sharp teeth, wolf-like face, fur, tail, claws, paws, etc. Now, rather than a wolf, picture a Pokemon. A Pikachu-morph, for example, would have the general shape of a human, though covered in yellow fur, with stripes across its back, as well as a Pikachu's facial features, including red electric cheek-sacs, as well as long Pikachu ears, a lightning-bolt shaped tail, and paw-like feet, among other features. However, unlike werewolves, Pokemorphs remain in the same body all the time, and, for the most part, aren't feral. Notably, some Pokemorphs have human-like hair, most commonly on mammalian Pokemorphs, but occasionally on reptilian 'morphs, as well. Pokemorphs are much more resilient and powerful than humans, while infinitely more versatile than the Pokemon that they once were. Team Rocket trained all Pokemorphs in various combat techniques and styles, and most Pokemorphs were trained in additional abilities, such as reconnaissance, espionage, hacking, demolitions, etc. Where did Pokemorphs come from? Early in the twenty-first century, Team Rocket's science division began Project Armageddon. In short, the project involved infusing human DNA into captured and stolen Pokemon, thus turning them from average Pokemon into Pokemorphs, living weapons, and the perfect agents. The process itself was a painful metamorphosis, taking well over ten days to complete. Eventually, the Pokemorphs were able to rise up against their captors, and the majority escaped. Most of the escaped Pokemorphs ultimately fled to Pokemorph Island. All Pokemorphs can easily fit into one of three categories: First Generation, Second Generation, or Freeborn. First Generation Pokemorphs were created from existing Pokemon before the War. These Pokemorphs were kept in high-security island camps, and trained through starvation, beatings, and savage battle experience. The majority of free Pokemorphs are First Generation, having escaped during or after the War, and Team Rocket only retains possession of a small fraction of these morphs. First Gens tend to be rather dour and humorless, trying to get over the months, or more likely, years of torturous existence, and the subsequent violence and bloodshed of the War. First Gens also are generally more powerful and experienced than other morphs, given they had to adapt to survive in the Pokemorph camps. Second Generation Pokemorphs were created by Team Rocket after the War and subsequent revision in the Pokemorphic procedure. While still trained hard and treated poorly, Sec Gens were not subjected to nearly the level of harshness that First Gens were. Sec Gens were generally treated as low-level Rocket agents upon completion of basic combat and speech training. Many Sec Gens escaped while out on duty, and separated from the rest of their team. However, most Sec Gens are still with Team Rocket. Free Sec Gens tend to be more youthful and hopeful than First Gens. While their previous lives as Pokemon had still been stolen from them, their new existence, while trying, was not the nightmarish torture of the First Gens. Second Gens are not as experienced or powerful as First Gens, but tend to be more resourceful and innovative in their thinking. Freeborn Pokemorphs were never Pokemon, actually born from two living Pokemorphs. Freebirths have the most variety of the classifications of Pokemorph, some born in the First Gen camps, and treated as First Gen Pokemorphs upon maturity. However, as this was the only existence those Freebirths knew, it was not as mentally destructive as it was to the First Gens themselves, none of which knew such a nightmarish existence before becoming Pokemorphs. Freebirths born to Rocket-loyal Sec Gens, or First Gens still with the Team after the war, make the most loyal Pokemorph agents, though, as of 2028, none of those Freebirths had met full maturity, and thusly were not as useful as mature morphs. Finally, there are the Freeborn children of the free Pokemorphs, perhaps with the brightest outlook on life, and never haven lived in a life of servitude. However, without the harsh training of Team Rocket, and, with their sheer youth, Freebirths born on Pokemorph Island make some of the least powerful fighters. However, the great potential of these Pokemorphs could be directed into pursuits other than fighting. The Pokemorph Camps Although the Pokemorph Camps have been completely demolished, they are very important in the memories of First Generation Pokemorphs and the earliest of the Freebirths. The Pokemorph Camps were constructed on a cluster of islands, the largest, central island roughly the size of a small city. Save for the difference in sizes, and the specific Pokemorphs held, there were no major differences between the seven islands. The center of each island was dominated by a large central training facility, including the barracks for human Rockets. Immediately surrounding that facility, six additional facilities were constructed, each one between the main building and a section of Pokemorph huts. The huts that housed the Pokemorphs were small, only covering 100 square feet of area, and divided into six sections. The organization of the Pokemorphs into the sections was under constant revision, and Pokemorphs were constantly moved from hut to hut, and even island to island. Training of First Gen Pokemorphs was brutal and inhumane. The first thing all Pokemorphs were taught was how to speak properly, generally by simply whipping or beating the morph until they forced themselves to speak coherently. After that, each Pokemorph was trained differently, to suit the specializations Rocket chose for them, be it simply combat, assassination, espionage, hacking, demolitions, or whatever else, constantly under the threat of brutal punishment for fKitten Yiffer. All Pokemorphs were given some degree of combat training, which consisted mostly of life or death battles with agents or other Pokemorphs, along with occasional beatings labeled as training for endurance. Even the least combative of First Gen Pokemorphs was forced to the level of prowess to easily defeat several combat specialist humans simultaneously. Pokemorphs were fed a foul-tasting, but hearty concoction much like gruel once per day, and sleep was restricted to five hours a night, and then only when the particular Pokemorph didn't have training that night. Most now-freed First Gen Pokemorphs are loathe to talk of the Pokemorph Camps, but few can go a day without remembering them. Pokemorph Island "They say Pokemorph Island is like the Promised Land for Pokemorphs. Very few 'morphs want to stay on the mainland when there's a place like that out there. From what I hear, everyone on the Island is a Pokemorph. There are no humans to try to kill or capture us. And, unlike this village, it's a real city... like the ones humans live in." Said by an escaped Sec Gen morph, this is probably a bit of an overstatement, but it remains a fairly accurate summary of what was once known as Prism Island. Pokemorph Island, far north of Indigo, is the new home for Pokemorphs. The temperate island is larger than Cinnabar, and the southeast corner is covered by the large buildings, in which Pokemorphs now live and work, the city of Pokemorphs. The remainder of the island is forested, save for the large extinct volcano just northwest of the island's center, which gave birth to Prism Island. The beach just south of town is a beautiful beach of white sands, giving way to a rocky coast further west, home of the clean power plant, and turning to majestic cliffs northward, on the east side of the island, with the Seaview estate adorning the highest cliff, overlooking the ocean, with trails leading back down to the warm sands below. The city itself is not unlike a human settlement, with buildings of all sizes serving as homes and workplaces for the Pokemorphs. Generally, the northeast serves as the industrial section of town, notable for its harbor, and also the location of both stadium and arena. The west side of the city is the major residential area, with a few special sections to suit specific Pokemorphs' needs. Southeast is the scenic part of town, sparsely constructed, but home of both Seaview, and the boardwalk, along with the frequently visited beach. The central portion of the city houses the major commerce, only a short walk or drive from any part of town. Notably, Pokemorph Hospital sits centered on the north end of the city. Life as a Pokemorph Pokemorphs are beings of amazing powers. In battle, the elemental blasts and techniques make Pokemorphs an incredible sight to see. However, most Pokemorphs don't wish to fight any more. That doesn't stop Pokemorphs from using their powers every day, though. Fire types can light candles and fireplaces with a quick breath. Water types can wash their houses or vehicles without hoses or buckets. Electric types can power small appliances without an outlet or batteries. Flying types can, well, fly. However, even without the prejudices of humans that Pokemorphs must face on the mainland, life as a Pokemorph is no cakewalk. Many Pokemorphs have tails, for instance, which can get caught in doors or stepped on. Pokemon with thicker tails might have trouble even sitting in chairs with solid backs. A Sandslash or Nidoking might have trouble even wearing a shirt, or sitting on anything but a stool with their spikes. Snake Pokemorphs don't have legs, and can easily get chilled moving across icy streets. Fire types' clothing is generally heavy and somewhat uncomfortable to avoid combusting. In short, like all things, Pokemorphic life has its high and low points. The Pokemorphs just have to learn to adapt. Technology and Weaponry Electronics still exist in many items, such as calculators, watches, pagers, phones, and just about anything else that could obviously benefit from added technology. As opposed to the lack of state-of-the-art technology, weaponry on Pokemorph Island is much more common than on the mainland, and, for the most part, unrestricted. After all, what justification would there be to disallow a Rattata-morph to carry a large knife for defense, when a Sandslash-morph's claws can do just as much, if not more, damage? How could there be a law banning the carrying of the swords some Pokemorphs were trained with, when Scyther-morphs have such deadly blades growing from the backs of their hands? In short, most traditional non-projectile weapons go unrestricted, as many morphs are just as lethal without them. However, firearms, such as handguns, rifles, shotguns, assault rifles, and basically anything else that fires bullets, are illegal to possess on Pokemorph island. Though it could be argued that Pokemorph powers are even more dangerous than guns, the devastating effects of guns, and the natural ability of Pokemorphs to defend themselves without a firearm, have caused the government of Pokemorph Island to ban them completely. Perhaps more notable than firearms, however, is the ban of capture balls; Pokeballs, Great Balls, Ultra Balls, Master Balls, and any other ball designed to hold a Pokemon. Although capture balls are unable to hold Pokemorphs, they can be the single most harmful weapon to a 'morph. If a Pokemorph is hit by a Pokeball, the ball will indeed activate, reacting to the Pokemon DNA, but will be unable to successfully complete the matter to energy conversion. Visually, a bystander would see the Pokemorph turn red and semi-transparent, as the Pokemorph becomes stuck between pure matter and pure energy. Needless to say, the experience is incredibly painful and completely paralyzing. Fortunately, however, a standard Pokeball will short out after 8.3 seconds, which destroys the Pokeball, and returns the Pokemorph to his normal state, though more than likely stunned and aching. A Great Ball would put considerable force on the Pokemorph as well, and not short out for 14.6 seconds. Not only is a Pokemorph converted between matter and energy, but the process of being absorbed begins before the ball shorts out. The process of having one's matter compressed often leaves a Pokemorph hospitalized and/or slightly disfigured. Ultra Balls take 21.8 seconds before shorting out, and exert enough force to seriously disfigure or kill a Pokemorph. A Master Ball, the most powerful and rare of the capture balls, is designed with internal mechanisms that prevent the ball from shorting. The result on a Pokemorph is, without exception, lethal, tearing the Pokemorph apart at the molecular level, and reducing them to their base elements, mostly Hydrogen, Oxygen, and Carbon. ------------------------------------------------------------- Team Rocket is a terrorist sect. Guilty of the murder of hundreds of Pokemorphs, the natives on Pokemorphs on the isle ofetntimes venture to the secluded Rocket Bases on the mainland, among other places, to free imprisoned Pokemon. In this game, you can play as either a Pokemorph, or a Rocket (some Rockets are Pokemorphs, most are human), and, thusly, can fight against the Rockets or with them. Rockets no longer are unarmed, like in the games. They use guns, weapons and torture devices to immobilize or kill their target. You can roleplay more than one character, as well, but NO LEGENDARIES (I really stress this. There's only one in a given game, so it wouldn't make much sense if that one was captured and made a Pokemorph).. Rockets always come in partners, so if you become a Rocket, also create a Profile for your partner. Profiles are as follows: ***Pokemorph Profile*** Name: Species: Age: Gender: Type: (freebirth, 1st gen., 2nd gen.) Attacks: (as many as yyou want, only those that your species can learn naturally) Short Bio: ***Rocket Bio*** Name: Partner's Name: Rank: (Jr. Recruit, Grunt, Soldier, Executive, Elite, SIC (one only, no partner)) Species: Age: Gender Weaponry: Short Bio: For a Pokemorph Rocket, just use all the fields in both profiles. How to start: You can either be on the Island or in a Rocket Base if you decide to be a Pokemorph, and in a Rocket Base or the city on the mainland, if a Rocket. If a Pokemorph starts out in the Prison Cells, the others must try their best to rescue that Pokemorph, since he/she will be an important character. You can also roleplay minor characters who don't need a seperate profile, like a random Rocket Grunt, for example. -------------------------------------------------- Name: Akuma Species: Nidorino Age: 23 Gender: Male Type: Freebirth Attacks: Horn Attack, Leer, Fury Attack, Horn Drill, Poison Sting, Double Kick Short Bio: Kidnapped from his home in the dead of night, Akuma has spent 6 months in a Rocket Prison camp and subjected to numerous torturings. He's a bleeding heart, and hates to see anyone die, especially if he could've done something to save that person, even if it was his enemy, or a human. He has never killed, and believes that "Nobody ever has the right to take the life of another, and everyone deserves a future". He is tall, and has general Human anatomy, except for his tail and back spines. His head resembles a Nidorino's to a tee. Normally dressed in a trenchcoat, sunglasses, a black shirt and Jeans, he now lays, naked, in the holding cell. ------------------------------------------------------------ It stinks like hell in here, even after all this time. Why am I still even alive? Akuma thought to himself, as he pondered his thoughts at 4:32 in the afternoon, right after his daily meal. They shoulda killed me by now. "Get up, Number 534. It's 'training' time," came the voice of the Grunt that always takes him to his training room. He unlocked the cage and led him out in shackles. Training was never any fun. Forced to do back-braking physical excecises each day, Akuma now had to bench 540 lbs. of weight, or they'd whip him for the third time this week. (edited by Clockworkz on 07-23-05 10:53 PM) |
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Zerodius Aquamentus Level: 65  Posts: 1886/2036 EXP: 2243783 For next: 91845 Since: 03-16-04 From: ??? Since last post: 2 days Last activity: 2 days |
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| OFF: Decided to use a very weird character. May or may not be OK. Basically, I'm using a villain character... well, two. Silvera, the pokemorph and Julius. Both are Team Rocket executives (altought Silvera is a low-ranked one altought Julius is in the higher spheres of Team Rocketdom) and both are insane psychopaths... altought Silvera is more of the show-off type while Julius is more of the falsely noble, (un)reasonable type. ____________________________________________________________________ ***Pokemorph Profile*** Name: Silvera PDS-215 Species: Pichu (Dark soul) Age: 19 Gender: Female Type: 1st Generation Attacks: -Shadow Rush: Silvera unleashes her dark power, thus covering herself with dark flames. She then tackle the foe for MASSIVE damage. Whenever it strikes or not, about a fifth of her vitality still goes away. -Shadow Punch: Silvera's first is covered in dark flames as she strikes her enemy. Since she has greater control over the dark flames when using this attack, she suffer no damage from using it. About half as strong as Shadow Rush. -Shadow Ball: Throws a huge explosive sphere of dark energy at a single foe. Extremely powerful but require Silvera to stand still and charge for a bit. -Thundershock: A melee physical attack. Nothing too great but it's precise. -Spark: Same as thundershock but a bit weaker and inflict paralysis. -Thunderbolt: Silvera shoot large beams of electricity from her fingers, dealing medium electricity-based damage. -Thunder: Throws a gigantic sphere of electricity in the air and then makes it fall on a single foe under the form of a huge beam for MASSIVE damage. Slow and not very precise but it's Silvera's strongest attack. Short Bio: Born as a pokemon, Silvera was turned into a pokemorph at the age of merely 5 days, nearly killing her. Then, she was trained and tortured almost to death as she was used in the horrific experiments. The experiment was a total fKitten Yiffer for all subjects died... exept her. Still, all was not lost for Team Rocket for they had created a mighty Pokemorph... Silvera, becease of the experiments, will never evolve... but it didn't stopped her from becoming mature (which is weird, considering she is technically a member of a baby-only specie)... and it didn't stopped her from gaining immense powers. Her soul totally tainted with the powers of Darkness, Silvera came to actually enjoy her life as a slave of Team Rocket, as her insane mind came to enjoy destruction and self-destruction under all of it's forms. During a mission to kill a group of pokemorphs that had escaped, every agent save for her was killed. The pokemorphs offered her to join them, to be free... Silvera killed them all using the new scythe she had just received and then bathed both herself and her weapon in the blood, in a ritual that only her truly undertsood. After decorating the scythe with the fools' bones, she returned to base where the executives found out that on top of being really powerful, Silvera was incredibly smart as well... and soon, she begun to climb the ranks. Silvera is now the executive that rules over Camp 0013 and is know (and feared) trought the world as the Yellow Death. Silvera's loyalty to Team Rocket is undying and in her insane mind... in fact, she truly is loyal only to Team Rocket altought some rumors says that she may... nevermind. ***Rocket Bio*** Name: Silvera PDS-215 Partner's Name: Julius Barris Rank: Executive (low-ranked) Species: Pichu (Dark soul) Age: 19 Gender: Female Weaponry: -Magnum MK-3: a special handgun customised for use by Silvera. Packs special bullets which Silvera can infuse with either electric or dark power. -Death Scythe: a high-tech scythe mostly made of heavy metal. Too heavy for most pokemorphs and humans to wield but somehow light to Silvera. She has customised the scythe in a way that it looks like it's made up of human bones, hence it's name. Short Bio: Born as a pokemon, Silvera was turned into a pokemorph at the age of merely 5 days, nearly killing her. Then, she was trained and tortured almost to death as she was used in the horrific experiments. The experiment was a total fKitten Yiffer for all subjects died... exept her. Still, all was not lost for Team Rocket for they had created a mighty Pokemorph... Silvera, becease of the experiments, will never evolve... but it didn't stopped her from becoming mature (which is weird, considering she is technically a member of a baby-only specie)... and it didn't stopped her from gaining immense powers. Her soul totally tainted with the powers of Darkness, Silvera came to actually enjoy her life as a slave of Team Rocket, as her insane mind came to enjoy destruction and self-destruction under all of it's forms. During a mission to kill a group of pokemorphs that had escaped, every agent save for her was killed. The pokemorphs offered her to join them, to be free... Silvera killed them all using the new scythe she had just received and then bathed both herself and her weapon in the blood, in a ritual that only her truly undertsood. After decorating the scythe with the fools' bones, she returned to base where the executives found out that on top of being really powerful, Silvera was incredibly smart as well... and soon, she begun to climb the ranks. Silvera is now the executive that rules over Camp 0013 and is know (and feared) trought the world as the Yellow Death. Silvera's loyalty to Team Rocket is undying and in her insane mind... in fact, she truly is loyal only to Team Rocket altought some rumors says that she may... nevermind. ***Rocket Bio*** Name: Julius Barris Partner's Name: Silvera PDS-215 Rank: Executive (high-ranked) Species: Human Age: 32 Gender: Male Weaponry: -Tractor Beam: an unique pistol created specifically for Julius. Fires a pokeball-style tractor beam that has the same effects as a Master Ball's capture beam. This weapon cause extreme death to pokemorphs and kill them within seconds. The weapon use the absorbed Pokemon DNA as ammo and thus, never runs out... if the beam connects with it's target that is. -Mind Blow: Silvera gave this name to Julius's new handgun and since he liked the name, he kept it. The Mind Blow is a regular-looking pistol with an extra twist: each of the 17 bullets in it are shot with incredible speed and thus, have incredible penetration power. Upon entering the victim's body, the bullet explode, causing almost instant death. No know pokemon or pokemorph natural armor can protect from those bullets and unlike the Tractor Beam, the Mind Blow is also effective against other humans. Short Bio: Julius was the child of the executive that took care of the hidden project that created the pokemorph know as Silvera. Julius joined Team Rocket at the age of 16 and climbed the ranks at an insane speed due to his incredible physical fitness and intelligence. He was great to have both on the field and in the camps and just as everyone in the higher spheres of Team Rocket predicted, Julius makes an excellent Executive. While Silvera is totally loyal to Team Rocket, the leaders tought that her excess of loyalty could spell her doom and as such, needed a calmer mind to balance out. Altought both deny it, Silvera and Julius are very close and both enjoy their job very much. Altought Julius is sane compared to Silvera, he shares her passion for inflicting pain and suffering upon Team Rocket's enemies as well as her undying loyalty... altought his is a little less intense. Altought many rumors circulate about what the true link between the two may be, the higher spheres of Team Rocket's command doesn't care as long as they bring results... and results they do bring! ____________________________________________________________________ Silvera stood in front of the poor Charmander pokemorph her agents had just captured. He was tied to a high-tech torture table which she had customised herself... Charmander pokemorph: "What kind of monster are you?!?" Silvera: "Where is Pokemorph Island! Tell me now!" Charmander pokemorph: "I... I know nothing!" Silvera flicked a switch and one of the mechanical arms lowered slowly toward the Charmander's chest and... Charmander pokemorph: "AAAAAAAAAAARG!" Silvera felt the pleasure rising in her as the Charmander pokemorph began to scream. To her, his cries of pain was music... and the flying blood, splattering over everything was a piece of fine art... Then, after a while, she flicked the switch, the arm rose back into it's original postion and then, Silvera kneeled down, her face almost touching the Charmander pokemorph's. Silvera: "Where is the island?" she spoke to him as if she was talking to a mere child... Charmander pokemorph: "It's... it's..." the pokemorph's chest had been ripped open and had serious difficulties speaking. Obviously, his injuries were serious... Silvera: "Yes?" Charmander pokemorph: "It's... four... kilometers... to the north... from... here... beyond... the sea..." Silvera stood back, smiling. Silvera: "Thank you. That was what I wanted to know." Charmander pokemorph: "Please... release me..." Silvera: "Gladly." Silvera flicked ALL the switches. Two dozens of mechanical arms lowered as the Charmander pokemorph screamed in a mix of terror, pain, and despair. Soon, enough the poor pokemorph was completely and entirely cut into pieces, for the enjoyment of the maniacal evil pokemorph that was Silvera. When the Charmander was so mangled that it wasn't even obvious what it had once been, Silvera flicked all the switches, bringing the arms back in their previous position. Silvera got out of the torture room and headed outside of the main building, where a squad of Team Rocket Elites were there, along with Julius Barris, a Team Rocket Executive. Silvera smiled as she saw her old partner... Silvera: "Isn't it the Killing Room Master, Julius Barris! What do such a high-ranked executive wants of a mere insect such as myself?" Julius: "You can cut out the act, Yellow Death Silvera! Did you found the coordinates of the Pokemorph Island?" Silvera: "I just finished... hm... "interogating"... a suspect. He was kind enough to give me the info... after being motivated a bit by one of our oh-so comfy beds in room AK-231. After, I gave him a good payment... believe me... I'm sure he must have even died from the hapiness it gave him... no, he surely did." Julius: "I do not care about the details." Silvera: "As always... Four kilometers to the north starting from the harbor. Shouldn't be hard to locate." Julius: "Really? I have agents at this location right now. They said they had located a strange island. I'll receive a transmission from them in the next minu..." DRRRRING! CLACK! Julius: "Yes? What? I see... OK then. Yes, return to base." CLACK! Silvera: "So? Did they capture a lot of pokemorphs? Do I get to play with them?" Julius: "The info you got is wrong. He lied. The island is empty." Silvera frowned. Silvera: "That no-good IDIOT! I'm glad I gave him a taste of Team Rocket's Wrath!" Silvera approached Julius and then bowed before him. Silvera: "It looks like I have failed Team Rocket... again... Punish me in any way you may see fit." Julius: "Non-sense! That island was getting investigating as we spoke, before you even gave me that fake information. You didn't commit any mistake. Stand up." Silvera stood up and smiled. Julius: "You're doing well... very well. In fact, the Leader himself sent me a transmission a few days sooner, telling me to tell you that you got a raise. You shall now rule over one more camp, the camp PJ-4101. As for this camp... it is no longer of any use for us. Gather your troops and send them to the new camp. Take care of the remaining prisonners anyway you may see fit." Silvera's smile widened. Silvera: "So... I get a raise? Tell the marvelous leader that I shall make everything in my power and beyond to make sure that I will not disappoint him. He was kind enough to give me such a honor... I have no right to fail him." Julius: "I hope for you. Disappointing the Leader is not... advised..." Silvera: "Anyway... do you have any more business here, Great Julius?" Julius: "Yes. I will inspect the camp before you set it on fire. Knowing you, you will not sent the pokemorphs to the next camp, do you?" Silvera: "You have read the reports about their abilities. They can all burn here! I'll have my agents remove the equipment and then, we'll leave." Julius made a gesture to his troops and they headed out of the camp. Silvera, her, sent a transmission to all troops, telling them to pack their things and to prepare to leave tomorrow. Once this was done... Silvera: "So... Great Julius, what part of my little camp will you inspect first?" Julius: "I should inspect all rooms one by one to make sure everything's in order before you set out and to identify which equipment pieces should you bring along and which ones should you burn with the pokemorphs." Silvera: "Well... you can always begin with the room BSP-2201." Julius: "Good idea. Foward!" The two entered the main building. During this time, one of the lower grunts had heard it all. He was just a lowly grunt and was stuck with the job of cleaning the place up... Grunt: "Man! I had just cleaned out the torture room for nothing!... and I wonder... Room BSP-2201 they said? Isn't that Silvera's room? Why would they want to inspect this place first? To burn the files about what happened on this camp? Probably... Silvera always burn the files with Julius. Those two... they're creepy. If someone hears me thinking aloud, my head will probably roll but well... those two... they creep me out." The grunt sighed as he continued to clean out the place, knowing very well that it was in vain... but well, he would probably get punished if he didn't do it and between doing something useless and being punished, he knew what he preffered... |
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Clockworkz Birdo "Hoargh! Take your shoes off!" Level: 64 Posts: 1743/2002 EXP: 2188320 For next: 25777 Since: 03-15-04 From: Undisclosed Since last post: 12 hours Last activity: 12 hours |
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| OOC: Am I in the Same camp as your characters? You can call that, but if I am, then.... shit. IC: "Get down, vermin." The grunt never called him by his full name. Not wishing to cause a ruckus, Akuma got down on the benching table, underneath massive weights on a long bar. "LIft. 10 times. Go." Akuma gripped the bar and slowly lifted the 540 lbs off the holder and slowly began to lift it. Once... twice... The weight was too much. After the eigth bench, his arms felt like they'd give way, and he had to set it down. "I told you to lift! You weakling!" The rocket pulled out a long, black leather whip and held it close to Akuma's face. "Now, you rat, you will lift those weights, or it's 10 lashings!" Akuma sighed and closed his eyes. Getting back down, he picked up the weights again and did two more benches, his veins bulging from the skin as he struggled to pull off the last one. He did it, and the Rocket smirked. "Hmph. Told you so. Up. Running time." The next exercise was the Auto-Runner, a crude device that forced the user to run at a constant speed. If he/she went slower, a shock of electricity would jolt through the body (or a splash of water, in a ground-type's sense). Shit... (edited by Clockworkz on 07-24-05 01:18 AM) (edited by Clockworkz on 07-24-05 01:18 AM) |
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Zerodius Aquamentus Level: 65 Posts: 1889/2036 EXP: 2243783 For next: 91845 Since: 03-16-04 From: ??? Since last post: 2 days Last activity: 2 days |
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| OFF: No, Akuma isn't in the same camp as Silvera. She wouldn't have been kind enough to even allow her troops to call him a "vermin". Number-only for prisonners and no warning! In fact, she forbids her troops from even speaking to the pokemorphs. No explanation is given; pain (or rather, trying to avoid it) is the sole motivation given to prisonners by Silvera's troops. |
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Schwa Green Birdo The Embodyment of Good, infused with the Living Assets "Alpha Psibeam!" (echo effects) Level: 66  Posts: 1818/2214 EXP: 2457091 For next: 4760 Since: 04-25-04 From: Spanaway, WA Since last post: 1 day Last activity: 13 hours |
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| OOC: I will be joining because I like this concept... but not as a Morph or a Rocket-- just as a regular Trainer. And I discussed this with Clockworkz before-hand and he says it is OK. The concept is for my character to start out neutral and later choosing a side to fight for, or staying neutral. Also, my character is based off the kind of trainer I would be if Pokemon existed, so that means 7 years of experience... so don't be shocked if my "skills" seem a little over the top. Here goes... That morning was a perfect atmosphere for any wild Pokemon in Auko Forest... damp, cool, grassy, silent... The forest is a utopia for wilds, and capturing in Auko Forest was prohibited in order to preserve the wildlife there. However... that doesn't prevent others, humans and captured Pokemon specifically, from at least entering to enjoy it as well. But there are no humans in Auko just yet. Instead, there is an orange blur darting through the trees and grass... it moves so fast that most ordinary wilds can't track it... only the keen eyes of, say, a Swellow, would be able to catch a glimpse. Sparky is the name of the darting object. It is a Raichu, with a chip missing from it's right ear and grey around it's whiskers... an old timer, if you will. Still, old as it may be, Sparky still acts and battles youthfully. He darts through the forest for two reasons: exercise, and reconisence. Sparky refuses to accept his trainer, Schwa, as his Master... Sparky knows Schwa simply by the title of 'companion', and vice versea. Sparky goes on these reconisence missions every morning because he respects Schwa, for Schwa never even askes him to. Schwa has a friend-relationship with all 14 of his party Pokemon, a difficult thing to muster even for most skilled trainers... but then again, "skill" has nothing to do with "love", which is the major secret to Schwa's success as a Trainer. Sparky stops by the far edge of the forest as his ears twitch. "Rai..." it says in a raspy voice. It knows it has approached something, and though that something is several miles from where he is, he feels the earth speaking to him, telling him of a sense of danger nearby... Sparky concentrates, and electric fireworks burst in the sky above him, as a silver hawk makes it's way closer to Sparky's area. That hawk is Spirit, a young Skarmory in training, son of Valkerie the Fearow and Shrike the Skarmory... Spirit is another captured Pokemon that calls Schwa 'companion'. Spirit, who has been resting on a perch in the middle of Auko, notices the fireworks and files over to where they went off, and where Sparky waits for him... Meanwhile, in Auko-Matata Village, a native village in the middle of nowhere, Schwa wakes up in his hut, full of energy. Most of his Pokemon sleep out of their monster balls, which isn't too much of a hassle because he only can carry six with him at a time... Sparky and Spirit have gone to the forest, Boomer (Marowak) and Foxfire (Ninetails) have gone to the foothills nearby, so that leaves Glyph (Gardevoir) and Summersaur (Venusaur) to rest inside the large hut nearby. They are still asleep when the 17 year old Trainer awakens. "Ahh... Perfect. I feel completely energized. I should let my allies sleep before we begin today's training." Though it may not look like it, Schwa is a harsh trainer. He loves all his Pokemon dearly, but he is very strict while he trains them... which they don't mind, for they are proud to have helped him earn each and every Badge for Kanto, Johto AND Hoenn; the only reigon Schwa has never touched is the Orange Islands, for he is afraid of the ocean. Schwa steps out of the hut, fully dressed, wondering what to do in Auko-Matata today while his comrades rest... OOC: Don't worry, I'll find a way to connect my character's storyline to the main one. ^.^ |
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Clockworkz Birdo "Hoargh! Take your shoes off!" Level: 64 Posts: 1744/2002 EXP: 2188320 For next: 25777 Since: 03-15-04 From: Undisclosed Since last post: 12 hours Last activity: 12 hours |
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| OOC: I do fully intend to rescure Akuma with my next character... Name: Laura (Theta-01) Species: Sandshrew Age: 22 Rank: Elite Type: N/A Gender: Female Partner: Fault (Sandslash; similar moves. Doesn't talk much) Attacks: Slash, Dig, Fury Swipes, Fissure, Earthquake, Agility Bio: Laura, or Theta-01, is the first Reverse-engineered Pokemorph (created from a Human base). Daughter of an ex-SIC Rocket(later assassinated), it was her mother's wishes that her 20 year-old daughter be signed up for the new Theta Project. Laura hated her mother, and was not perturbed upon recieving news of her death. After her painful, 2 week long transition was complete, she was forced to work for the Rockets. After her mother was killed 7 months later, though, she deemed herself freed, stole a Rocket's billy-club, knocked out her gurads, and Dug her way to freedom. And not a second too soon, either. Moments afterward, a recon team of Charizard-morphs set the building ablaze, and firebombed it. Few Rockets survived, and when Laura's body was not among the dead, a search party was sent out for her. After 5 months of freedom, Rocket officials successfully Recovered Laura, living in seclusion with another family of 'Morphs. Seeing no other alternative, Laura is now working, grudgingly, for the Rockets. She and her partner, Fault, could've become an item, if only Fault wasn't so devoted to Team Rocket. Laura is covered with smooth, yellow scales on her back and the front of her arms and the back of her legs. Everywhere else is smooth and white. She has three fingers, each on a manipulate, large white claw. Her medium length blonde hair goes down to her upper back. Here's an artists rendition (Yes, I did draw that  Used a reference, though)------------------------------------------------------------ Pacing the dank halls of the Rocket Stronghold, Laura noticed some yelling coming from the training room. Her partner, Fault, was on break, so she decided to check out the commotion herself. As she approached the door, it flew open, as Subject 534 flew through the door and hit the wall. The Nidorino-morph's back was bleeding profusly, and Laura gasped at the sight What the hell is going on? A Rocket Grunt soon followed, holding his bloody whip. "Stupid, weak bastard! Learn how to run, you prick! Next time, it'll be a capture ball!" He left the scene soon enough, but not after giving a nod to Laura in recognition of her higher rank. Looking around, Laura could see no one else, and there were no security cams in this hall. "Are you... alright?" She motioned to him, but didn't help him up. Number 534 got up soon enough, and nodded. He walked past her, not giving her a second glance. You'll get no satisfaction from me, you fucking traitor. Number 534's thoughts on Laura were representitive of most of the Pokemorphs. He got into his cage and layed down, his back to Laura, showing his 10 nasty whip marks, as the blood dripped off his back. (edited by Clockworkz on 07-24-05 03:25 PM) |
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Zerodius Aquamentus Level: 65 Posts: 1894/2036 EXP: 2243783 For next: 91845 Since: 03-16-04 From: ??? Since last post: 2 days Last activity: 2 days |
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| As the helicopter starts to fly away from the burning camp, Silvera looks down at it, smiling. She could imagine all their screams... all their pain... the pathetic creatures burning into the camp, not understanding why it had happened and why nobody came to their help... The suffering of those souls was a feast for her... truly, it was. However, something suddenly interrupted her as she enjoyed the show. It was a physical contact... someone had touched her shoulder. She was tempted to use her pokemon powers to fill her body with electricity, showing the fool who touched her his place!... but she did not. Unstead, she turned to face the one who touched her. All tension within her disappeared when her eyes met with those of the human who had placed his hand on her shoulder. Julius: "Don't worry! All files were burnt and you'll like your new camp." Silvera smiled. He had repeated that almost a few millions times back at the camp, yesterday. Silvera: "Just take your hand off me, please." Julius: "Oh sorry. I wanted to get your attention." The two remained silent. It would take a few hours for the helicopter to reach the new camp and as such, nothing would happen for a while. Silvera: "The fire... is beautiful, don't you think?" Julius: "I think that burning people is rather fun... but I prefer more subtle and exotic death sentances. I once frozen a Charizard pokemorph until he was completely solidified into ice and then, I slapped him, breaking his neck. The floor got covered with a flurry of tiny, red crystals... it was beautiful." Silvera imagined the scene... yes, it must be truly beautiful... Silvera: "Remember that time when we executed that Skarmory pokemorph child together? We were in the rusty old heating systems room in an old camp." Julius: "We had placed him next to a condemned heat exhaust exit. I tied her up while you undid the lock on the exhaust. She was crying and begging all the whole time..." Silvera: "I liked the way her face melt. It was so... beautiful, seeing her face turned liquid and her eyes popping out and falling down, splattering on the floor." Julius: "Beautiful times... more are coming in the next camp. There will be a lot of wimps there... and you'll definitely need to make an exemple out of at least one of them." Silvera: "Most definitely..." Silvera changed the way she smiled... Silvera: "Julius? Can I speak about some... personnal matters?" Julius: "What? I know that you're bored... but this is a helicopter, you know." Silvera: "Oh well... What was your last experiment?" Julius: "My last experiment? Something trivial. Experimented with a new torture machine I built. I call it the "Age Hammer"." Silvera leaned toward Julius, obviously interested. Silvera: "Tell me more!" Julius: "Well, I believe that one of the worst tortures one can suffer is aging... and as such, I created a machine that unleash the effects of age artificially. You see, my machine hammer repeatedly with various objects including bricks, blades, the likes the target at set areas in rapid succession... but not in a way to really hurt the victim but rather in a way that a common person would get hurt trought the years. Tested it out on several pokemorphs and I think it's pretty effective." Silvera smiled in a strange way... Silvera: "Julius... will I be able to try out sometime?" Julius: "Heh! As soon as we reach the camp, we will. You'll like it, you'll see." Silvera closed her eyes. The other executives failed to understand why she enjoyed this kind of thing. They always say that she's crazy... so what? One cannot say that he truly enjoy suffering until he has personally tasted it... and as such, every single torture device Silvera created, she always tested them on herself... and she enjoyed every bit out of them. Julius shared her passion for suffering altought, unlike her, he preffered to create the machines and test them out rather than directly take part in the actual torture. Julius wasn't the kind to create fatal torture machines or machines that mangled the victim's body beyond recognition. To do so was foolishness. He liked to inflict suffering, not to destroy the body. Often, there were very few marks left from the torture his machines inflicted... in fact, Silvera was probably the living proof of this. Yesterday, he had fully inspected her... and he hadn't found a single trace showing the various cuts, bones crushed, and all other various wounds she had suffered trought her life. Julius had always been shocked by Silvera's physical appearance... Most pokemorphs didn't seemed... natural. They looked like humans with a pokemon head and tail or like a human with skin extending, forming a tail or something... or even worse, they looked like a pokemon with a human face. Silvera, her, seemed completely natural. Maybe becease the tranformation had taken place while she was a newborn... She seemed entirely like a pokemon... and yet, you could sense her humanity... She was a pichu standing on it's two feet, with yellow fur, bright-pink cheeks, a small thunderbolt-shaped tail... all the features a pichu had and yet, she seemed so... human. Her proportions were obviously human and her organs, placed like those of a human. The most human features she had were probably her blood-red eyes (pichus have no color in their eyes) and her golden hair... and altought she had hair, it didn't clashed with her fur. It all seemed natural... In fact, Silvera was, both as a pokemon and as a human, incredibly beautiful and even... altought he hated to admit it... sexy. No... this was not the word... maybe it was? How long had he knew her? He had been in Team Rocket for a few years that he met the 11 years-old pokemorph. Already, he knew that the pokemorph was different from the others... she was not naive or stupid or anything like those boring pokemorphs. They already had much in common. They both had a deep hatred for the common pokemorphs... they were pokemons that were given the most beautiful gift of all... they had been given humanity and yet, they continued to act like stupid pokemons and hesitated in front of technology for some ill reason. Neither of them understood it... but what angered them was how the pokemorphs cried for freedom and yet, continued to be so... servile and easy to manipulate... just like common pokemons. They had been given human minds, they had been given the strenght to vainquish their instincts and reach the superior plane of existance! To become masters of their destinies!... and they all let it go to waste. Maybe this was why they both enjoyed seeing them suffer. After all, it was THEIR fault for being such naive, vain creatures. They were abominations... monsters that are unworthy of the gift Team Rocket gave them. Silvera was different from them. She understood how extraordinary a gift was her humanity and she embraced the superiority of it all. Altought the pokemorphs cried in disgust as she tortured them, claiming that they were her equal, she knew otherwise. Those pokemorphs were little more than pokemons with the bodies of humans! She, on another hand, was a human with the powers of a pokemon! She was superior to them in every single way! She wasn't an animal like them! Even the other members of Team Rocket, who were genuine humans, were saying it. She was infinitely more human than any pokemorph. Unlike those fools, she tought by herself and casted aside her instincts, living as a human. Silvera had also understood the true purpose of Team Rocket... she embraced their cause, looking up to it like the most holy of things. Her faith in Team Rocket was undying. She accepted the bidding of the Leader without question... and yet, she wasn't one of those fools that would throw away her life without question. She always acting assuming that the Leader wanted Team Rocket to prevail, to rule over all... and for this, worthy agents must not throw their lives away in an unnecessary manner. This was the most shocking aspect of Silvera's personality... altought she wouldn't hesitate a second to send hundreds of pokemorphs to death, she treasured the life of every single lowly agent that served under her. Even the lowly janitor who had cleaned up the camp and was always late, she waited for him to be at a safe distance before starting the fire... Altought she was quick to punish, she was also quick to reward and to praise. Julius, him, served Team Rocket for he believed that only Team Rocket would bring sense to this foolish world. The Pokemon League... those sorry losers... they had filled the human specie with such stupid prejudices... the League's purpose was not a purpose in itself... it was only a collection of worthless catch sentances such as "Gotta Catch'em all" or "Never turn away from a challenge". Was this the best humanity had as a purpose? No, Team Rocket was much better. It's greater purpose was flying high above the pathetic catch sentances of the Pokemon League, like a rocket. Team Rocket, in fact, was a rocket, rising high above the petty worries of mediocrity. Unlike Silvera, Julius believed that Team Rocket, as powerful as it was, was still fragile... all that it took was a lone Executive turning traitor, a lone rogue pokemorph, a single nosy pokemon trainer... Team Rocket was not invincible and without the constant efforts of it's members, it would collapse. Team Rocket was a dream, an ambitious project that needed all of it's members. Everyone was important within it. Without good Executives, Team Rocket would be destroyed by chaos and anarchy. Without good Grunts, there would no workforce to rely upon. Without good Elites, there would be no one to do those extraordinary feats and no greater agent to look up to for the Grunts. Just like Silvera, Julius looked at his agents with respect... but considered pokemorphs as little more than speaking animals, than living tools with a glorified body. Maybe this is why the two were so close. They were both so similar in so many ways... and their faith in Team Rocket had been rewarded many times. Silvera was one of the few... no... she was the ONLY pokemorph ever to become an Executive... not only that but unlike those lowly pokemorph Grunts, the agents looked up to her in respect. Altought people found her physical appearance strange, they quickly adapted, finding out that Silvera was actually just as human and intelligent as any other Executive. Furthermore, the higher spheres of command liked her and it was believed that as soon as Julius would enter the higher spheres, Silvera would probably gain access to them in a few mere years. After all, she was competant and totally into Team Rocket's cause. This is the kind of leader Team Rocket needs! Julius's story was smilar but the fact that he was human had allowed him for a slightly faster rise to power. As such, he was now a higher Executive while Silvera was still semi-low in the ranks... altought it was still exeptionnal for a pokemorph. Julius's seriousness and calmness had pleased the higher spheres. While Silvera was liked for her zeal and her charisma, Julius shined becease of his cold, calculating mind and his realistic approach... for altought Julius respected his agents, he knew how to remind one of his place. Altought he wasn't a member of the higher spheres yet, Julius was already treated with the according respect and already, many Elites had pledged allegiance to the Executive. Suddenly, Julius's toughts were interrupted by Silvera. Silvera: "Wake up! The helicopter landed! We arrived!" Julius: "Your new camp?" Silvera: "No. Just doing a little stop here to inspect a local camp." Julius: "I... see..." Julius was a bit surprised. Lost in his toughts, he had not espected time to flow by so fast... The two got out of the helicopter and looked around... a single Grunt greeted them. Grunt: "Great Julius! Executive Silvera! Welcome to the Camp of DKP-301! The ruling Executive of this camp is waiting for you..." The two followed the Grunt... ____________________________________________________________________ To Clockworkz: NOW Silvera has arrived in Akuma's camp!... altought it isn't her own camp yet. She'll probably run into Akuma however... and she'll probably be tempted to expose to him her philosophy to him or to Julius while in front of Akuma. All in all, she won't be nice to him... but she won't kill him (in fact, she'll probably won't kill him since she has no right to and anyway, since he's doing somewhat well in training, she will probably not see him as potential toy which she can destroy at will). |
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Clockworkz Birdo "Hoargh! Take your shoes off!" Level: 64 Posts: 1745/2002 EXP: 2188320 For next: 25777 Since: 03-15-04 From: Undisclosed Since last post: 12 hours Last activity: 12 hours |
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OOC: You're... a monster...  *cowers* KInda freakin' me out there  IC: I can't... I can't take it anymore! Seeing my own kind recieve this treatment, while I sit comfortably in the Rocket's Lounges... "I have some bad news for you, Number 534; The new executive should be arriving shortly. She's the... experiment. I'm sure you've heard of her?" Akuma merely shook his head. He was not about to speak to a Rocket, a Pokemorph Rocket, no less. "Well, she loves to tortue and kill the inmates for no apparent reason." Laura leaned over to the cage, after checking her surroundings. "I can't watch this punishment continue," she whispered. Akuma turned his head to glare at her. "What are you saying?" he fianlly questioned, with a tone of lament in his voice. Laura hesitated to answer. "I've gotta get you outta here. I'm going to sign up for night duty, okay? I'll tell you everything after lights out." She got up and slipped away to meet the new executive. Entering a door on the far right, she woke up Fault, her partner, from his nap. "Fault; break's over/ Time to meet the new executive." And pray she likes us. "Right." Fault never talked too much, but he obeyed his orders without question. The duo walked out to meet the new Exec. Back in the holding cells, Akuma lifted his head to hear the goings on in the lounge. |
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Zerodius Aquamentus Level: 65 Posts: 1897/2036 EXP: 2243783 For next: 91845 Since: 03-16-04 From: ??? Since last post: 2 days Last activity: 2 days |
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| Silvera entered the room, smiling. She looked innocent at first... but as soon as she casted her eyes on those two worthless pokemorphs, her eyes filled with arrogance and hatred. Somehow, the red glow in her eyes became more visible. Julius, him, remained clam and unreadable as always... but a slight tension in his body that was not there before shown that he, too, was filled with similar feelings. Silvera stared at Laura for a long while before finally saying: Silvera: "So... you are Laura, right? You work in this camp, don't you?" Silvera paused, not awaiting an anwser. Silvera: "You probably heard of me so I will skip the introductions. I want a report right now on all activities on the camp. I hope I was clear." Julius kept staring at Laura. You could not guess what he was thinking... his eyes were an unbreakable barrier, keeping anyone from reading his toughts trought them... |
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Clockworkz Birdo "Hoargh! Take your shoes off!" Level: 64 Posts: 1746/2002 EXP: 2188320 For next: 25777 Since: 03-15-04 From: Undisclosed Since last post: 12 hours Last activity: 12 hours |
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| Laura gulped. She had never met the crazed abomination, and she felt unprecidented fear once she laid her eyes upon the Pichu. "Yes, ma'am, I am in charge of this Section of the camp." She spoke unerringly, despite the terror she felt, just being in her presence. "Take it easy, Silvera," came an older, male voice. "B-Brigadeer General!" stammered Laura, after whirling around to see the tall, straangly kind eyes of the Higher-up. "I am Brigadeer General Jackson, serving just under the SIC. I know; my presence is unannounced, but I thought I'd better come to oversee your stay here, Silvera. I know you can be a bit of a... spark-plug, sometimes." He chuckled to himself at the joke. After hearingno one else react, he cleared his throat, and glanced at Akuma and his wounds. "Who's sorry looking heap?" Laura spoke up right away. "This is Subject Number 534; "Akuma". Nidorino-morph." Jackson turned away, then walked up to Silvera and bent down. The 55-year-old mustached gentleman, with his jet-black hair, Spoke quietly to her. "Silvera, Laura is the first and only Reverse-morph Pokemorph to exist. If you harm a scale on her body," he said, then hlding up a Masterball. His tone turned dark. "I will kill you. And that is no empty threat. Do you get me?" | |||
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| EDIT: bah, i should read more carefully. Please ignore this post (edited by me99909 on 07-25-05 12:23 PM) (edited by me99909 on 07-25-05 12:24 PM) |
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Zerodius Aquamentus Level: 65 Posts: 1898/2036 EXP: 2243783 For next: 91845 Since: 03-16-04 From: ??? Since last post: 2 days Last activity: 2 days |
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| Silvera smiled as Jackson threatened her. She seemed amused. Silvera: "That should be fun!... but that will have to wait. Anyway... if I understood well, this girl was actually once human?" Silvera turned to Laura. Silvera: "Well... now I understand why Jackson doesn't want me to play with you. You see... normally, he gives me the pokemorphs on a silver plate... but since it seems that unlike those sorry glorified animals, you aren't going to whine and will bring results, it looks like you'll be spared from the wrath of Team Rocket for a while." Silvera turned toward Akuma. Silvera: "Now... Laura, give me a full report of Subject Number 534's performances in training." Silvera smiled in a creepy way and then winked to Akuma. It was obvious that the two weren't going to be friends... |
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Schwa Green Birdo The Embodyment of Good, infused with the Living Assets "Alpha Psibeam!" (echo effects) Level: 66 Posts: 1821/2214 EXP: 2457091 For next: 4760 Since: 04-25-04 From: Spanaway, WA Since last post: 1 day Last activity: 13 hours |
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| OOC: To me99909: You just deliberately broke one of his rules. You should at the very least talk it over in a PM with Clockworkz. "Wat a sec'... Back so early, are they?" Schwa stares up at the approaching silver figure... It's definitely Spirit, with Sparky riding on his back. Schwa stands up tall and folds his arms as Spirit circles down for a landing. The aged Raichu steps down and walks over to his respected Trainer. "Your eyes, Sparky... They tell me of danger. Where did you find this feeling?" Sparky closes his eyes and points to the far edge of the forest, ears twitching. "I see. Very well, we shall go check it out. I will need to bring Yi into the game, however, for her incredible senses are absolutely essential for this kind of a mission." "Ra." Schwa walks back into the hut. His other Pokemon are awake. "Summersaur, I will need to switch you out temporarily. We are going on a short mission, and I am going to need you to stay at Professor Maple's garden for a while. Yi is needed." The large flower creature is hesitant, but nods. He, too, is an old-timer. Schwa holds a monster ball up, and Summersaur disappears into the ball in a flurry of red light. Schwa then takes out a pocket computer, a Pokedex hybrid designed by Prof. Maple and Schwa himself (UltraDex), and presses a few buttons. Instantly the ball containing Summersaur vanishes for a moment, and is replaced by a different kind, containing Yi. Schwa picks up Yi's ball, steps out of the hut, and releases Yi. "Come forth, Yi!" Before Schwa is a sleek, female Absol. "We are going on a spy mission. I will ride Spirit over the forest, you and Sparky will dart through the forest to head us off. Sparky, you will send off a firework once you reach the spot you came to. Glyph, you're travelling inside your ball until necessary." Schwa calls the Gardevoir into her ball, then continues. "Once we reach the spot, I will give further orders. I believe in all of you. Let us move out." Schwa and his companions begin to carry out their plan... OOC: Soon Schwa will make it to a Rocket outpost, and Clockworkz, I'll need you to emulate the encounter. Thanks. |
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Clockworkz Birdo "Hoargh! Take your shoes off!" Level: 64 Posts: 1747/2002 EXP: 2188320 For next: 25777 Since: 03-15-04 From: Undisclosed Since last post: 12 hours Last activity: 12 hours |
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OOC: Schwa, I'll do my best  IC: Laura only nodded. "It seems, ma'am, that he's coming along rather nicely. Already benching over 500 pounds easily. Current top speed is 27 miles per hour." She handed Silvera a dossier. I gotta move her along. Something about her... really creeps me out... Akuma was still asleep the whole time. "Sounds like the fella's doing alright. Hope he works out!" Laura stared at the aging man for a few seconds, due to the natue of the response. "I'm sure you're wondering why I'm being so gentile about this. While I do promote the... motivation... of the creatures, I merely want to balence out the equation with a more friendly and open visit." He grinned. "I have a semblence of compassion, yes. I'm not like many of the Rockets, you might say." He looked at his Timex watch and scowled. It's 8:30. "Laura; you're signed up for Night Patrol here, right? Hop to it. I'll see you both tomorrow. Silvera, you are dismissed. Good night, you two." With that, the General walked out the hall and down to the Barracks on the other side. |
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Schwa Green Birdo The Embodyment of Good, infused with the Living Assets "Alpha Psibeam!" (echo effects) Level: 66 Posts: 1827/2214 EXP: 2457091 For next: 4760 Since: 04-25-04 From: Spanaway, WA Since last post: 1 day Last activity: 13 hours |
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| The sky... the sky is a peaceful world of it's own. No sound can be heard from this world except the rushing of a relentless wind... and the sky is highly enjoyable to reside in when riding a bird Pokemon, like Schwa's Skarmory. Spirit, however, is a little smaller than Valkerie the Fearow that Schwa is so used to riding... and he takes some getting used to. "There." Schwa notices the fireworks. Sparky and Yi have made it to the edge of the forest within a mere minute, which is a good record, even for them. Spirit shifts a little in balance, sending himself and Schwa a little more to the left to match their route to Sparky's destination. Within another minute, they have reached the far edge of Auko, and Spirit circles down to meet Sparky and Yi. Schwa slides off the metal bird. "Nice work, both of you. Sparky, you will need to locate the source of your sense of danger. Point." "Ra." The aged electric mouse points north, where a misty area lies... not much can be seen there. Schwa is a bit clueless. "That isn't right... There isn't anything over there, at least what meets the eye. So... what do we do?" "Ra!" "Okay, okay! I believe you. Glyph!!" Schwa chucks a ball into the air, and in a pulse of white light appears the phantasmic figure of Glyph, a female Gardevoir. Glyph's glossy, compassionate eyes stare into Schwa's, reading his desires... then she turns around, faces the mist, and speaks in a mysterious yet beautiful song of no words. Slowly the mist lifts, revealing what Schwa has hoped never to see again. "No... way... No!!" Before them, in the small valley below, lies a series of jet-black buildings of different sizes, the biggest one complete with a large red 'R' printed on the ceiling. To those who have never heard of this organization, such a sight would mean nothing, but to those who have felt the fury of Team Rocket's wrath, the scene is enough to cause severe anxiety attacks and anger... in Schwa's case, anger... "A Team Rocket terrorist base. And it's so close to Auko-Matata Village... What the hell do they plan to do?" Sparky edges closer to Schwa. He seems to feel the same negative emotions Schwa is feeling. "I don't want to get involved, but I refuse to stand by and watch as the Rockets annihlate the utopia village nearby... or worse... Allies, I need your opinions." Sparky sends off small electric sparks, Yi's eyes twinkle, Glyph sends an emotional pulse of anger through Schwa and Spirit screeches a sound that sounds like machinery grinding against each-other. "Four yesses. Okay then... I guess we must bust down this outpost. But we have to be sneaky. Let's get a little closer, but stay on the offensive..." Schwa calls all four of his Pokemon into their respective balls, and makes his way slowly down the slope toward the rear of the Rocket outpost... Within a minute or less, he should be in their sensor's range, but he occasionally hides behind a rock to avoid complete detection... |
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Zerodius Aquamentus Level: 65 Posts: 1900/2036 EXP: 2243783 For next: 91845 Since: 03-16-04 From: ??? Since last post: 2 days Last activity: 2 days |
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| As Silvera entered her designated room, she picked up the dossiers she had been given and searched for any slight mistake Akuma might have done. She was feeling the urge to "play"... Julius: "Just quit it. He got a perfect record." Silvera: "Hmph! Then so be it! Still... that Laura seems too soft to me. Her loyalty to Team Rocket seems rather... weak." Julius: "Bah, in order for Reverse Transformation to be possible on a large scale, we'll need at least one permanent source of samples. Laura may be a wimp... but she's the only one for now. I'm sure they'll "fire" her as soon as they get a better reverse pokemorph." Silvera smiled. Silvera: "You're right..." She lied down on her bed and closed her eyes, relaxing and chasing her urge to "play" that was within her. Being an executive, even if you're low-ranked, had it's advantages. As such, she had the right to share her room with only a single person unstead of many more. Of course, choosing a partner had not been hard at all. Silvera opened her eyes and got up again, now completely back to normal. Silvera: "According to schedule, the helicopter that will bring us to my new camp will arrive tomorrow, isn't it?" Julius: "I don't even need to anwser." Silvera: "I see... well, I wonder why Jackson is here. You see... he is about your rank, isn't it?" Julius: "He's in the higher spheres, just a bit above em, indeed." Silvera: "Just two more promotions and you get there, don't you? The amount of top secret information you can get your hands on when up there must be amazing!" Julius: "Yes, it should be. The Leader knows that we will never betray him and will always bring him results. It won't be take much longer for us to join Jackson as members of the higher spheres of command." Silvera grinned. She tought of all the possibilities... how her power would expend, allowing her to spread the glory of Team Rocket everywhere! Her first move as a member of the higher spheres would be to fire all those incompetants like Laura and replace them with loyal, trustworthy agents. Team Rocket has all the agents needed to perform... it's just that some of them are ranked too low or too high and need to be shown their place... and since the Leader is busy, people like her must stand up and do it! Julius sat on his own bed and took out a small computer and begun to issue orders and manage camps from his current location. Silvera's grin disappeared as she noticed that he was busy doing that. Silvera: "Didn't you told me you had issued all the needed orders for about a week, two days ago?" Julius: "Jackson must be here for a reason. Members of the higher spheres almost never leave the Leader's hideout." Silvera laughed. Silvera: "OF COURSE I know that! I was born there, both as a pokemorph and as a superior being infused with the powers of Darkness! After all, it's there that the failed experiment on Dark energies was conducted." Julius: "Heh! If Jackson heard you saying aloud that you know that much, he would probably use that Master Ball he's carrying." Silvera: "I know! Now... what are you doing?" Julius: "Well, I still have to orders to issue. I will try and see if I can learn Jackson's motives..." Silvera: "Just be sure not to get too nosy. If the Leader doesn't want us to know something, then we must obey him." Julius: "That's exactely why I'm dispatching troops. Is it truly the Leader that keeps us in the dark?... or Jackson himself?" Silvera smiled... Silvera: "A traitor? Jackson? Don't joke! He's basically as insane as I am toward the Leader!" Julius: "Problem is, you said that too before I caught Belledranos." Silvera: "What a fool she was! She was in the Leader's favor... and what did she used her power for? She planned to release thousands of pokemorphs from various camps and sabotate her own equipment!" Julius: "If I remember well, as a punishment, she was used in the experiments, right?" Silvera: "Yep! Her mind totally snapped. She's a complete zombie now! You can order her around any way you want... *wink* any... way you want." Julius: "Pretty creepy if you ask me. It's as if she had received an injection of Hylluria..." Silvera: "Speaking of which..." Silvera took out something of her pocket... a needle containing a translucant white liquid? Silvera winked as she prepared to inject the liquid into her arm... Julius: "I said: I still have orders to issue." Silvera's smile disappeared. Silvera: "You're no fun." Silvera hid the needle back into her pocket and lied on her bed. A few seconds later, sleep overtook her. Julius, him, issued orders to Rocket Grunts in various camps, making sure each camp had the necessary maintenance and that pokemorphs were produced and managed efficiently. He also sent Elites around, trying to see if Jackson was really acting on the Leader's behalf or on his own... (edited by Zerodius on 07-26-05 09:17 PM) |
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Clockworkz Birdo "Hoargh! Take your shoes off!" Level: 64 Posts: 1750/2002 EXP: 2188320 For next: 25777 Since: 03-15-04 From: Undisclosed Since last post: 12 hours Last activity: 12 hours |
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| The time was 12:53 AM. Nearly everyone was asleep; except Laura. She quickly glanced around, and moved silenly to Akuma's cell. The time is now... Time to do this. Laura picked off her GPS transmitter dropped it down the sewer hole in one of the open cage. Using her set of keys, she quietly unlocked the door of Akuma's cage. Her presence irritated his senses, and he awoke. He turned his head to see her, and stated flatly, "You're serious, huh?" "Yeah. I am. Hold still." Laura grabbed Akuma's shackled and Slashed them apart. "Hold still, be quiet." She began to Dig at the wall, scratching away at the grey stone bricks. After about ten minutes of scratching and clawing, the tratorus Rocket dug all the way through the wall, revealing some dirt, moonlight, and a rocky shore with some motorboats. Laura smiled. "See? I told you!" Auma wasn't impressed. "You handcuffs. Give me them" Laura picked them out of her belt and handed them over. Akuma swiped them out of her hand, spun the Sandshrew-morph around and cuffed her. "Hey! What are you-" She fell silent. Akumas knifved hand hit her square in the inner collar bone, knocking her out. He then found some heavy tape that held a leaking pipe together. He took it off and covered her mouth with it. Finally, Akuma scoped around a little more with his eyes. The coast is clear... Time to go. He hoisted Laura over his shoulder, and headed towards the boat, not 25 feet away. | |||
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Zerodius Aquamentus Level: 65 Posts: 1903/2036 EXP: 2243783 For next: 91845 Since: 03-16-04 From: ??? Since last post: 2 days Last activity: 2 days |
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| Silvera's ears shivered... her dark senses awakened, sensing the pleas of a soul... Silvera opened her eyes... and wondered this meant. Tortures.. I mean, pokemorph training didn't took place during the night at this camp. She put her clothes on and got out of the room, heading toward the location where she had detected the dark presence... but then, she felt that the presence was getting away... fast... Silvera ran all the way to Akuma's cell and then made it just in time to see Akuma board the boat. Silvera: "What the?!?" Silvera tought about taking out her Magnum MK-3 but decided not to do so. Laura was with him and if she killed her, the Leader would have her head. She took her transmitter and signaled a security alert, level red. Silvera: "To all agents! We have a fugitive! We have a fugitive! Executive Laura was captured by fugitive! Intercept and stop fugitive at all cost! Dead or alive!... the fugitive anyway! Executive Laura must be retrieved in one piece! To those who can't interven, report to Great Jackson now and wake Great Julius! Prepare pursuit squads! NOW!!!" Her call met mostly deaf ears. Her transmitter was only linked to Julius's and Jackson's... which she didn't knew until now. Silvera cursed and ran toward Akuma, her fur turning black as large purple flames errupted from her body. Her eyes had seemingly turned into yellow flames and in the darkness, she truly looked more like a monster than a pokemorph... Silvera: "YOU AREN'T GOING ANYWHERE!!!" Her voice had somehow changed. It was now very loud and sounded absolutely horrible. There was also a slight echo in her voice for some reason... Silvera extended her hand, shooting thunderbolts from her fingers. She assumed that Laura would not be harmed since she's a Sandshrew pokemorph... While Silvera doubted she could stop Akuma from escaping, she hoped that she would cause him to drop Laura down or, at the very least, give him enough injuries to slow him down. (edited by Zerodius on 07-26-05 09:29 PM) (edited by Zerodius on 07-26-05 09:30 PM) |
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Clockworkz Birdo "Hoargh! Take your shoes off!" Level: 64 Posts: 1751/2002 EXP: 2188320 For next: 25777 Since: 03-15-04 From: Undisclosed Since last post: 12 hours Last activity: 12 hours |
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| Akuma was now pissed. "Damn it all!" Laura's body, being a naturally ground type, absorbed the lightning without a faze, her body, luckily, in back of Akuma's. He lowered her body, kept the engine going. He then turne himself around to see the Pichu, as he lowered his head. Horn Attack... a projectile attack the fires the horn off a Nidorino through special bodily gases, which react with chemicals in the body to propel the bone forward at remarkable speeds. It sped with precision towards it's target: Silvera. "Listen!!! I took her hostage and forced her to free me after I picked the lock! She's not responsible; I am. So if you ever do find me, you little bitch," Akuma yelled, "Leave her out of this!" With that, Akuma revved the engine, and the speedboat soared off towards Pokemorph Island. After some time, he could see the soft glow of the city. Home... Almost there... Shit, what the hell was that CB number? That's it... 12. Akuma switched the CB radio on the craft to Channel 12 and began to speak. 'If anyone can hear me; we need assistance! We are 6 miles east of Adelphia Island, traveling in a Rocket Speedboat. Over." The CB crackled and responded. "Roger that... Akuma, shit, is that you? We're sending the Water Squad in to back you up! Damn, it's good to hear your voice!" Akuma smiled, hearing his friend, Nick, an Espeon-morph, greet again for the first time in years. "Same here. I got a ground type with me, so watch the shots. Out." Within moments, there were several large splashes, making their way across the Ocean, heading for them. He could see them clearly soon; it was Dr. Vladmir Grishenko, a Blastoise-morph from Russia. He was heading off with his squad of Wartortles and Dewgongs to Intercept the Rockets. Not a moment too soon, either. There were several loud, exposive splashesnear the boat. Senseing the rising danger, Akuma turned around and saw the jet boats, armed with mortors, behind him. Shit... At least they don't know where I'm headed. | |||
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Zerodius Aquamentus Level: 65 Posts: 1905/2036 EXP: 2243783 For next: 91845 Since: 03-16-04 From: ??? Since last post: 2 days Last activity: 2 days |
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| Silvera didn't espected a counter-attack from her target... but she had praticed for years the art of shooting thunderbolts from her hands unstead of her cheeks, thus allowing her to quickly attack and then dodge. As such, upon seeing the flying spike, Silvera spinned like a top and then slapped the incoming projectile with all of her strenght... and with a good dose of her dark powers. The projectile shattered in mid-air and it's parts fell harmlessly around Silvera, quickly dissolving. In the distance, Silvera heard the sounds of battle... Julius quickly ran to her. Julius: "What... is that about?!?" Silvera grinned. Silvera: "Laura betrayed her... it's obvious... else, he wouldn't have specified that he forced her to free him after he picked the lock." Julius, him did not grin. He was saddened by this... Julius: "Hmph! What a bad liar! Those locks could even keep Mewtwo from escaping! Unless one has the key, those locks can't be breached... Still, altought she's a traitor, it would been good to have a good, living source of tissue samples for our experiments on Reverse Pokemorphing..." Silvera: "Heh! That insect can run... but he can't hide! You know why I was named Silvera Revira, right?" Julius: "Of course I know!... I know that it's not your real name, isn't it, Quicksilver River? Heh! Your name is so fitting! As deadly and graceful as a river of quicksil..." Silvera grabbed Julius's neck before he could finish his sentance and then, she rose him above her. She stared into his eyes, her eyes burning with hatred. Looks like she did NOT like to be called by that name... Silvera: "Never EVER say this name or..." Julius: "I... I... unde... rstand! Le... let... me go!" Silvera dropped Julius. Silvera: "I hate you. Go away." Julius: "Bah! You'll have calmed down in the following minutes!... and anyway, we must report this to Jackson. He must know of the current situation... but those details about the fugitive being a very bad liar and trying to defend the executive he "kidnapped", I'm sure Jackson doesn't know of them yet." The two came back into the building, looking for Jackson... |
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