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Clockworkz Birdo  "Hoargh! Take your shoes off!" Level: 64  Posts: 1732/2002 EXP: 2188320 For next: 25777 Since: 03-15-04 From: Undisclosed Since last post: 12 hours Last activity: 12 hours |
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| # 7: Lost in Translation # 8: Tastes Like Chicken... (Yes, I know what the shell looks like. Don't even go there) |
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Clockworkz Birdo "Hoargh! Take your shoes off!" Level: 64 Posts: 1733/2002 EXP: 2188320 For next: 25777 Since: 03-15-04 From: Undisclosed Since last post: 12 hours Last activity: 12 hours |
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| Sketches, concept art. I love the Oddish girl... I just with her skin came out darker... *sigh* | |||
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Clockworkz Birdo "Hoargh! Take your shoes off!" Level: 64 Posts: 1734/2002 EXP: 2188320 For next: 25777 Since: 03-15-04 From: Undisclosed Since last post: 12 hours Last activity: 12 hours |
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You are a dick.  ANGER! ANGER DIRECTED TOWARDS YOU! |
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Clockworkz Birdo "Hoargh! Take your shoes off!" Level: 64 Posts: 1735/2002 EXP: 2188320 For next: 25777 Since: 03-15-04 From: Undisclosed Since last post: 12 hours Last activity: 12 hours |
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 You so deserve this. |
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Clockworkz Birdo "Hoargh! Take your shoes off!" Level: 64 Posts: 1736/2002 EXP: 2188320 For next: 25777 Since: 03-15-04 From: Undisclosed Since last post: 12 hours Last activity: 12 hours |
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| I want your comp to go boom. | |||
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Clockworkz Birdo "Hoargh! Take your shoes off!" Level: 64 Posts: 1737/2002 EXP: 2188320 For next: 25777 Since: 03-15-04 From: Undisclosed Since last post: 12 hours Last activity: 12 hours |
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| I could have sworn it was "Bad guys who like to loot and plunder!", not "Lotten Plunder", because that would not make sense. And Rainbow Yoshi (If that is your real name), If you post the Centurians opening script, I will gouge out your eyes and put Cadbury eggs in the sockets. Everyone loves Cadburys! (Thanks, Maddox!) | |||
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Clockworkz Birdo "Hoargh! Take your shoes off!" Level: 64 Posts: 1738/2002 EXP: 2188320 For next: 25777 Since: 03-15-04 From: Undisclosed Since last post: 12 hours Last activity: 12 hours |
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I eat it every day for lunch. It's great, but I still miss Sir Chops-a-Lot (really tiny Ravioli! About a half an inch on each side). That stuf was awesome. I'd swallow it whole spoonfuls without chewing a lotta times  |
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Clockworkz Birdo "Hoargh! Take your shoes off!" Level: 64 Posts: 1739/2002 EXP: 2188320 For next: 25777 Since: 03-15-04 From: Undisclosed Since last post: 12 hours Last activity: 12 hours |
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| Don't care. Normally, I accept criticism... as long as it's helpful. You fail in criticism, in the sense that you don't provide any tips to better the stuff. Don't go around saying everyone's stuff (comics, SMW hacks) are aweful when you obviously can't do any better. |
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Clockworkz Birdo "Hoargh! Take your shoes off!" Level: 64 Posts: 1740/2002 EXP: 2188320 For next: 25777 Since: 03-15-04 From: Undisclosed Since last post: 12 hours Last activity: 12 hours |
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....  I am so putting my pic in now because of this =D Great job! I love 'em! |
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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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Clockworkz Birdo "Hoargh! Take your shoes off!" Level: 64 Posts: 1742/2002 EXP: 2188320 For next: 25777 Since: 03-15-04 From: Undisclosed Since last post: 12 hours Last activity: 12 hours |
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| *sigh* Amazing. As usual. Sure! Go ahead, and show us all up again, why don't you! *slumps and walks off* You do good, Tarale. |
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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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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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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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| 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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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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| Valcion - Sir Flash-a-lot Rainbow Yoshi - Sir Spam-a-lot Kyouji Craw - Sir Bitches-way-too-much Shyguy - Sir Stfu-a-little-more Tarale - Madame Draws-a-lot Hyperhacker - Sir Hacks-a-lot Kitten Yiffer - Sir-way-too-many-furries-it-kinda-creeps-me-out Yoshi Dude - Madame Pwns-you-all Colleen - Madame Collete Clockworkz - Lord Emperor God Clockworkz |
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Clockworkz Birdo "Hoargh! Take your shoes off!" Level: 64 Posts: 1749/2002 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 Pokemorphs are persecuted for their appearance; humans hate them, and Laura has to wonder, "Was it worse in the camps with the Rockets, or here, on the Mainland? I don't even know anymore..." Gonna darken it later and rescan it. Came out too lite. (edited by Clockworkz on 07-25-05 09:46 PM) (edited by Clockworkz on 07-25-05 10:12 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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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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