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Old 10-01-2011, 03:13 AM
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New Horizons
Part 1:

DARK ARCEUS





Plot:
These have been uncertain times. Ever since the mysterious ghost uprising above the forests north of Lilycove several years ago, the public has wondered what would happen next. Now, the ghosts gone, there is another threat. A former detective and prodigy in the Hoenn police force had suddenly disappeared with a substantial amount of money and confidential information. Police will not give any report about how they were duped by a mere teen, a partially blind one at that, but there have been rumours leaked that Riley Dubois, son of infamous weapons specialist Lucian Dubois, now deceased, was the perpetrator of the theft. There were already suspicions regarding his, peculiar abilities, possibly linking him to the ghost incident above Lilycove hardly a year ago. He has connections everywhere in the world and extensive knowledge on advanced weaponry, as well as being suspected to own a dangerous and illegal Darkrai. Newspapers and headlines warn everyone; be on the lookout for this dangerous, and ingenious criminal. If seen, do not confront under any circumstances. Call the local authorities, and pray he doesn't find you.

Of course, when you're gambling in Veilstone, the gambling capital of Sinnoh, you're not thinking of stories like this, am I right? It's a beautiful day, the sun is shinning and you have a bag of coins in your hand. Sounds pretty perfect to me. A bit too nice, for my liking. But things will change, very soon. I'll make sure of that...


Unbeknownst to the humans, no, to anyone other than they themselves, all over the world, hiding in the shadows, or deep within the woods, or even walking among the humans like they were one of them, the lucky few 'abnormals' who escaped from their labs are walking among the 'normals', searching for more of their own, searching for a safe haven, and hiding.
Hiding.
Always hiding....


History of Morphs:
Many many years ago, almost a century before present date, the laboratories of the five regions went their separate ways; the public/private labs, now run by the regional professors (Oak, Elm, Birch, etc,) and individual professors (Ahkihabara, Yung, Fennel, etc.) studied pokemon's relationships with humans and how they could live and work together, thus leading to the world we know today. The other labs, the Sector Labs, winked out of known existence that same day, and disappeared.

The most brilliant minds of four of the five regions had signed an oath together, swearing to their cause and devotion to secrecy of their discovery; how pokemon and human dna can be combined to make something much more. For over a century the Sector Labs have operated in secret under the guise of the world's leading scientific research centres, such as the Kanto/Johto medicinal research centres, Sinnoh's genetic research lab and the main advanced weaponry laboratory in Hoenn's north-east archipelago.

For over a century human subjects, as pokemon to human morphing isn't practical, have been locked away withing these labs, undergoing terrible testing and experimentation, fights to the death and dissection for parts. For over a century, they have suffered and died under the fierce oppression of the most brilliant minds in the world, for over a century, not a soul outside the Sector Lab Consulate had known of their existence, and for many centuries to come, for those few who had managed to evade the meticulous and deadly security features of the labs must still live in fear, fear of being hunted down by the Sector consulate, and fear of being spotted for the freaks they are by the other humans, the 'normals', living blissfully unaware of the clandestine war that has enveloped the world around them. Fear of the 'normals', the unintended death-call for the 'abnormals', as the 'normals' never took well to anything 'abnormal'. Anything 'abonormal' ended up behind bars, prodded with needles, or dead.



Your role:

All over the world, the hunt is on for the elusive criminal mastermind, Riley, and everyone is pitching in their help, forming a world-wide network to try and stop him. In the background of the otherwise quiet daily routine, there have also been hushed murmurs about mysterious creatures, powerful things that are not quite pokemon, and not quiet human, yet no one seems to know what they are. Whether you're a budding amateur investigator, visiting friends in Veilstone, a professional inspector following a thin lead to the same city, a trainer just passing through, a canon, a wild pokemon, a creature of questionable origins, or even the great Arceus himself, no one can be prepared for what comes next. The only thing you know is that you need to be in Veilstone, for there is something...'abnormal'...approaching....



*incoming message for pokemorphs only*
....don't have much time.....if any....lis...ten............my friends...stay....hidden......the humans.........if......................you........ ......foun..............they...will....ry.......to ........kil....................................... .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. ............
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only a faint GPS marking on the message is detectable. Veilstone..........



Rules/what to expect:
  1. This plot for everyone; morphs, trainers, coordinators, breeders, other humans, shinies, wild pokemon, fakemon, legendaries, canons, etc, so please don't discriminate against any. My only exception is Giratina, it's mine!!!!!!!!!!!
  2. Normal PE2K rules apply (no god-modding, bunnying, etc.) NPC characters will be named as they are created but it may be up to the rper to create a minor character now and then.
  3. I may get a bit scientific-ish now and then, plus have a lot of info on pokemon. If you get confused feel free to ask me for an explanation or search it on Bulbapedia. Unova pokemon are allowed, but this first part predates the discovery of the Unova region so please try not to mention it until a latter time.
  4. I don't go with most of the game's mechanics, namely the four-move cap, no-dodge thing, and anything else that wouldn't make much sense in real life, and I think most people will think the same.
  5. This will have some non-pokemon weaponry and stuff, as well as some mild violence and gore.
  6. Since this is during the school year I understand it'll take a long time between responses, but I'll give an approximation of when I'll respond next. Please try and inform everyone if you want to stop rping or if your response will take a while.
  7. I seem to have an aura that repels literate rpers for some reason...I speak like an illiterate in ooc but am literate when bic, don't worry.
  8. This plot is quite involved, which I hope is okay for most. The major region featured in part 1 will be Hoenn, as well as all pokemon up to fourth gen, but if there's an Unova/fifth gen trainer out there they are still welcome.
  9. It's perfectly fine if you have more than one character, or wish to start out with one and bring in more characters as you get accustomed to the plot. I personally will have over twenty characters (seriously) near the end of part 4 if anyone still sticks around for that long.
  10. Though this plot is actually very long-term, I've split it into parts so that people can drop out after one part or chose to continue if they wish, but please stay till at least the end of one part. At the end of the part, I may or may not host a new SU thread, depending on the number of people still willing to continue.
  11. Pokemorphs are lab-made and refugees in the human world. There is one lab per region, except for the Unova region. Pokemorphs from the same lab will often recognize each other and may form groups/societies for protection.
  12. Though I have experience rping, this is my first time attempting this on pokemon 2000, please be patient with me.


(I do not own any of the pictures other than my avatar. Advice is still appreciated if you're not interested in joining!)

Current cast:
Callisto, Julien and Riley (from Oracion)
Cody Moon and Sara (from Max)
Erik Marx, Aria Rals and Zen Kyles (from Sylver)
Janet and Jenny Pearson (from Whimsicott)
Zac Storm (from Pokemon of Destruction)
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Old 10-01-2011, 03:21 AM
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((I'm being lazy and just copying an intro once more, just so that the rp gets going. The post order is same as the cast order, so first is me, then Max, then Sylver and so on. If a member doesn't respond for an extended amount of time (a week or two) without previous notice, the other members can choose to continue until the missing one returns, or if he/she never does, just continue.))


The late autumn sunlight dipped low over the Sinnoh mountains, casting long grasping shadows over Veilstone. The neon-lit game-corner was still wide awake, as a young girl in her mid teens pranced her way out of the doors with a smile plastered over her face. “Pleasure doing business with you!” She said with an airy wave.

"Hey, get back here you!” A tall, bulky man with a bald head stomped after her. “There's no way you could've won all that without cheating!" The manager tried to grab the arm of the girl exiting the casino with a shoulder bag stuffed full of coins.

She twirled swiftly out of his grasp, smiling easily up at the man who was nearly twice her height. "How can you cheat on roulette?” She chirped. “Ask anyone, they'll say I did absolutely nothing wrong!”

The manager scowled. His fists looked like they wanted to pulverize the doorway. There was no evidence, no nothing. He snorted. "I'm watching you.” he grumbled, giving her the 'I'm watching you' gesture. “And you'd better not come back here again for a looooong time." he hollered as she skipped away.

She smirked and waved to him. "Don't need to!" She yelled back, for the sole purpose of watching his face go from plum red to a deep purple with rage. She skipped and hopped down the rocky path, headed straight for the bank, amidst a few stares at the coins bursting the seams of her bag. The thud of coins against her side was music to her ears. "Like taking candy from a baby." Her green skirt swirled behind her. "It sure helps to play the game when you know the number that comes next!" She pushed a strand of her short brown hair out of her face. As brown as her dark eyes. Except for one strand, which was dark forest green. Her shirt was red with long flared white sleeves, which ruffled and caught the wind, which she enjoyed. The breeze blew them out as she spread her arms.

"Sinnoh down, Kanto and Johto to go." It was darker than she expected. The cool fall day had silently shifted to dusk in her elation. She looked around and realized she'd gotten distracted and walked into the tree line. "Man, I should really look where I'm going," Then, her vision clouded over, becoming brighter and brighter until everything was enveloped in a white light. "Huh?" Shadows, moving, blobs of form, several, figures...then brightness, and nothing, and the city swam back into her vision. She teetered and blinked the starts out of her eyes. "Not again" The girl adjusted her grip on her bag to grip it tightly in her fists. She looked into the trees, watching. Waiting.

A shadow of movement. Then, the shadows became clearer and turned into blobs of form. There were several of them, coming closer, discernible figures, then,

"Gimmie the bag, girly." A huge thug wielding a very heavy looking bat stepped out of the forest, followed by a few buddies, a luxray, a yanmega and a bibarel, of all things. All the humans had a weapon of some sort. The girl studied them, then jutted her chin out proudly.

"Why should I?"

The big guy with the bat, the leader she supposed, laughed a semi-toothless laugh. He walked forward, slamming the bat into his palm. "You need a demonstration girly?"

She looked at the bat, and then at her bag and the view of the street behind her, suddenly realizing the mess she'd gotten into. And the noise, she couldn't concentrate with that noise. A tap, tap, tapping noise, coming from, behind her? Tap, tap, tap, slowly, getting closer. Tap, tap, against the stone road.

An arm draped around her shoulder. "Callisto, what's going on?" Someone said in a faint, wispy, airy voice.

Callisto winced and closed her eyes. "Oh no, no, not now, please, no."

The thug stepped back a pace, evaluating what had just arrived. It was a man, maybe less than twenty, it seemed, but he was breathing hard from the effort of walking like an old man, and he leaned heavily on a cane with a long hooked handle, since it seemed like something was wrong with his left leg. His clothes were pretty formal, an old dark gray suit and dress pants with black shoes, except for his hat, or cap more like. It was almost like a beret, a gray one, and he kept all his hair tucked under it. He kept his eyes lowered so no one saw them, and he leaned against Callisto's shoulder for support.

After evaluating the newcomer for a short time, the thug slowly began to chuckle, then break out into a whole-hearted laugh. "Hey, hey girly, this your boyfriend or your grandpa?" The other humans laughed too. "I know we don't rob old guys, but what the heck is this?" They were cracking up. The man, or boy, or whatever, didn't react, just kept looking down on the ground, silently.

Callisto was still standing as she was in a withdrawn, cringe-like pose, drawing away from the man who had just arrived as if she was ashamed to be around him. “Julien,” she hissed while the thugs were too busy poking fun at the pair, “what do you think you're doing?”
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Old 10-01-2011, 03:24 AM
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(Note: My characters are the ones in my signature, for reference.)
He felt the eyes on him. He heard a few muffled words, but couldn't make them out. To avoid thier gazes, he ducked into an alley. The sun was bright, but dying over the town of Veilstone. He carelessly bumped into a man, and looking up, jumped back. The towering human loomed over him, looking ready to strike.

"Watch where you're going, wimp." he spoke, still unfrightened by the boy in front of him. Nobody from this region would be scared of him, but all of Kanto feared his name. Cody, the champion with a single pokemon. The one pokemon, Sara, was all he needed. He never caught another pokemon, Sara was a gift from his father. He often wondered how he got his hands on the shiny eevee that had since become a flareon, it was supposedly very rare.

"Move, ***!" the human interrupted his thoughts, barging in. And that's when he snapped. the human threw a single strong punch at Cody, the hit connecting.

"Huh? Fist-ey, are we?" Cody chuckled at his own pun, the fist stopped dead in his hand. The human tried his other hand, but this one was also blocked. Aggravated, the human decided a headbutt would hurt him, but before he could, his hands burned. He pulled his hands back, screaming now at the grey flames that crawled on his skin. Cody said one thing before he threw a grey fireball at the human's chest.

"Memento mori, sucker!"
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"So Sara, what do you want to eat?" He asked, looking down at the shiny flareon. His tail matched hers, both dangling off the bench in town square. People had come up to him remarking about his tail before, telling him to grow up. He responded by throwing a ball of red flames at something nearby, exploding in a beautiful display of shimmers. They then usually ran away, frightened. He had all the inate abilities of a flareon, his tail granting him that power.

"Just a sandwich, Master. But later, please." Sara responded, smiling politely. Sara could understand him, and vice versa. But Cody rarely ever spoke in poketongue, people would stare at him even more.

"I told you never to call me that, Sara." he remarked, sighing at her formalities. He hated being a superior, he always refered to him and his pokemon as equals. He had fought for her as much as she had fought for him, gaining her respect.

The two sat silently in the crowded square, the croud slowly thinning out until just the two remained, tails and hair ruffling in the light breeze. It was spooky, the usually busy square hollow and quiet now, only the slight whistling of the wind could be heard.

"So, about that sub." Sara asked, less formal now. Cody really just thought Sara felt like screwing with him by saying "Master", she acted so differently if Cody just told her to be herself. he and Sara were friends, not Master and Pet.

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Erik walked along the shade of the alleyways, leaping along the stairways and landing carefully as to keep balance while making minimal noise. He felt the scar on his left hand act up slightly as he rubbed it. The thing was sending a dull, aching pain through his left arm. When he first escaped, he thought a normal human would have helped him. Instead, he was forced to shock him with lightning as he fled, bandaging the wound the boy's pocket knife gave him.

Ever since then, he hid from the eyes of the general public whenever he could. He would short out security camera's and overload the fuses of the Pokemarts whenever he went hungry at night, the small bag he carried with him holding much of the food he could find. Pokemon food tasted almost the same as Human food to him now, so he didn't care what he had to steal.

"Damn it... this city never sleeps, does it?" He cursed his luck as, like the last two nights, there were too many people in the streets of Goldenrod City to allow him the comfort of leaving without at least killing someone, something he wished to avoid at all costs. Finally, he saw a break and leapt down, covering himself in his trenchcoat and throwing the hood on as he walked forward, wrapping his elongated tail around his chest a few times in order to better hide it, ducking his hands into his pockets and pulling the hood down over his face so that almost all of it was covered in shadow. Walking along at a brisk pace, he pushed through a small bunch of people in a circle to see a female around his age being pounded and brutally attacked by a Swanna, a trainer scowling as the small crowd chanted "Death to Freaks!" again and again.

At the moment he saw the Pachirisu morph and took in the effects of the environment, he felt something surge inside him as his blood began to boil and pump into overdrive, his electric pouches sparking vigrously, lighting his face in the shadows in a very grim tone. Leaping forward, his tail swiftly uncoiled from his waist and shot out as a giant thunderbolt all but felled the Swanna, sending it into dark sleep for a good while. Tossing aside his trenchcoat, he was greeted with shock and awe from the crowd that tried to rush at him before a mortifying volley of lighting sent them scattering as he picked up the unconscious woman as a fireman would a victim of a burning house and fleeing into the forests near the town, leaping up into the trees as he moved on ward along the thick branches on his way to where he hid his stolen boat, since repainted and removed of all the tracking software inside.

Setting the young woman down on his bed, he quickly moved to the power column and started the engine, shoving off from the shore and steering into the seas as the injured woman rested on his bedding...
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"A Darkrai?" Jenny's curiosity was piqued as the one word caught her eye as she scrolled down the news page. The news of the criminal Riley had only just hit her school in Hearthome, and rumors began to permeate the low mutterings between its students.
A single criminal didn't interest her much, but the mention of a legendary Pokemon pulled her in completely. She wondered how in the world that kind of Pokemon could fall into the hands of what she viewed was a petty thief, and started to feel a little jealous of him for being able to get that close to such a wonder...

A bell broke the silence of her school library, and signaled the end of the day. Jenny hurried to put away her belongings, turned off the computer, and started on her way home.

"I'm sorry, but you can't expect me to always be ready to assist you," Jenny overheard from a voice she remembered as one of the school's professors. She edged closer to her him continue the conversation, "I have some more important matters to attend to this weekend, and will be out of town for the next few days."
"But we need your help tomorrow," said another voice, "You're the only one we have with the expertise on the Porygon that Mr. Backlot's butler is going to let us study. It's your field; what could be more important?"
"It's my niece's birthday in two days, and I promised her I would get her a Pokemon egg just for the occasion," the professor explained, "I have to go pick up the egg at Solaceon by tomorrow, and get it to her at Veilstone on the following day."
"Well, that's a shame," the other person said, "I guess we'll just have to-"
"I'll help," She interjected, imposing her presence on their conversation. The two turned their heads to her, surprised.
"I can deliver the egg for you and your niece," Jenny continued, "That way you can help your colleagues with the Porygon."
A few moments of silence passed as they considered the new opportunity she had dropped on their laps.
"Alright," the professor accepted, "I'll call the daycare to let them know you'll take the egg, and give you the address for my niece's house."
Jenny nodded and smiled; she was on good terms with her professor, and had gained a reputation of doing favors for others.
"Are you sure you're okay with this?" her professor asked, "It's quite a long way to Veilstone, and you've never been there before..."
"Don't worry, I'll find a way to get there," Jenny assured.

As soon as she got home, she packed her bag with supplies, took out her Pokemon, and brought up a map of her route.
"Okay, East to the river, past the Lost Tower... straight road north to Solaceon... then turn East at the Cafe Cabin..." Jenny marked her map as she prepared herself with the directions.
She briefly let out all her Pokemon, told them about their errand, and recalled them to their Pokeballs.
"Look's like everything's ready... time to go," and with that, Jenny took off on her bike and headed for Hearthome's East exit.
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Back in a concealed spot in Veilstone, the thug pretended to wipe tears from his eyes. "Enough chit chat, we want the coins, and either you give it to us or we'll beat it out of the both of you. What's it gonna be?"

Callisto shook Julien's shoulder, who wasn't reacting. "Julien," she whispered, "Come on, we don't need the coins, let's just get out of here."

He turned ever-so slightly to face her ear, eyes still trained on the ground and hidden beneath his cap. “Are your powers replenished yet?” His voice was soft and airy as the chill autumn breeze, wispy, fragile, and whipped away by the wind as he spoke.

Callisto, one eye steadily meeting the main thug's, hissed back, out the corner of her mouth “Just about, what for-?”

His hand tightened suddenly on her shoulder, nearly toppling her. “We need to leave. Now.”

The sudden harshness in his voice made her turn to stare at him, face still staring at the pebbles in the street. Julien didn't give any further answer. There was something wrong...

A dull, meaty swack of bat hitting palm averted her attention as the thug slapped his bat several times with his hand. “Hey girly, I don't have all day here.” Looking back at Julien's feeble frame leaning against her shoulder, Callisto wormed her fingers between his and began to concentrate. The thug cocked his head and stepped forward, arm outstretched to snatch the coins. “Yo, you hear me? Give, me, the, bag!”

She could feel the lightness that always came, the temporary disembodiment, and started to focus further, trying to block out the towering figure looming right before them and his two buddies staring, one with confusion, the other with a more intelligent frown creasing his brow. She lost it. The lightness, the concentration, it broke like a tread of silk. Her eyes fixed on that third thug's, hand falling from Julien's. The thug was staring back, a look of amazement and recognition and pure disgust. “Oh no...”

The lead thug noticed the line of sight between the two, and swiveled his head several times. “You two, know each other?'

Julien's gaze rose ever so slightly. The third thug was a stick-like teen boy, wearing a loose, baggy red hoodie but normal-fitting jeans with a baseball cap stuck backwards on his head over his mess of black hair. He was leaning back against a tree trunk, fists shoved into his hoodie pocket, but was slowly standing, glaring back at Callisto. “I remember you now.”

Callisto backed away, face contorting with recognition, but also with fear and indecision. She lowered her eyes to the ground, scrunching up in a little shaking ball. “I-I don't know, what-”

The third thug's eyes blazed with hatred born from a natural fear of abnormality. “You. You're that thing back at Hoenn. You're that freak from Mossdeep!” Pushing past the stunned thug leader, the third thug drew a long switch-blade. Everyone, excluding Julien leaning calmly against his cane, withdrew from the third thug.

“Woah, easy Alex,”
the leader said, palms up and backing towards his buddy and their pokemon, “we don't need any blood today.”

Alex growled with a frenzied rage. “Pokemon don't work against that freak. Can't do anything to them, but-” His vision went white. He suddenly found himself falling. The side of his head made contact with the ground, blood and loose teeth knocking around in his jaw, before the pain set in. Excruciating pain radiating from his left cheek all the way to his ear, throbbing with each heartbeat and ripping down through to his bones. The pain sank further and further until it squeezed his lungs in a gurgling howl.

Callisto, still shivering, looked up. “Julien?”

Julien was looking over the boy's convulsing body as the other two thugs, as well as their pokemon, had already fled to the wood in cowardice. His feeble, willowy frame was straightened to its full height, the sleek black cane hanging limply from his left hand. Blood trailed in lazy zig-zags across the stone, falling in little drip, drip, drips from the silver hook of the cane topper.

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The journalists wasted no time in descending upon the frenzy in Goldenrod. Like flies to blood they swarmed the scene in minutes, wasting no time to conduct interviews, search for exclusive first-hand footage, anything to make or break what could be an international-headlining story, feeding off the hysteria and mayhem for the next big scoop to stuff into their paychecks.

“It was HUGE!” one witness said, spreading his arms wide, “Like some sort of giant, mutant pokemon!”

“A human, a human with a pokemon living inside it-”

“They're real, I tell you!”
another was screaming into the microphones, “Creations of the anti-Arceus, come to overtake the human race!”

“They're going to kill us! They'll kill us all if we let them!”

“Hey Ma, Pa, I told you so! I told you the freaks exist but did you believe me? Nooooooooooooooooo!”

At the epicentre of the hoard of cameras and microphones was a group of white-coated scientists was penned in by a cluster of cameramen. “One at a time, please, one at a time!” The scientist in the centre was waving down the pack, keeping them at bay as they lapped at their heels. He was a diminutive figure, rather paunchy, with small, dark eyes and thin pale grey hair. Though he seemed old, he moved with the strength and energy of one half his age, and spoke in a loud, clear, youthful voice. He wasn’t dressed in the usual, plain white lab coat. His was a pale, creamy beige with red trim around the cuffs of his long sleeves. “One at a time!” He shouted once more.

“Professor Aspen, what was the creature that attacked these witnesses?”

“Professor Aspen, will your medical research centre be launching an inquiry into these events?”

“Professor Aspen, why are the regional lab professors unaware of these monsters?”

“Professor Aspen, have any of these creatures been captured yet?”

“Professor Aspen, has Professor Elm had anything to say about these encounters?”

Aspen waved them all to quiet down, aka, shut up you idiots and let me answer a damn question already. “I can assure you all, that I personally will launch an investigation into these strange creatures. The public needn't worry, everything will be taken care of.”

“Professor Aspen, are the rumours about the Hoenn thief's involvement true?”

“Professor Aspen, is it true that the great Lucian Dubois' son, Riley, used the stolen information to manufacture these half-human 'super-weapons'?”

Something like a grimace wrinkled his brow. “We have no information to substantiate that fact.”

The crowd buzzed with more clicking and shouting and bright, sharp camera flashes as the scientists around Alder helped push back the crowd to let him pass. “No more questions,” they shouted as Aspen and two other scientists hurried him back to the medical research centre, Johto division.

Once far down the path, out of sight and earshot, Aspen, the head of the centre, looked reproachfully at the two escorting him. “What happened?” he hissed, “How did they escape?”

The one to his left flinched. “I-I don't know, sir, we didn't realize until-”

“Until THIS happened!” Aspen lunched out at the scientist's collar and dragged him down to his eye level, jabbing a finger back down the path to the city and the shouting crowd hidden behind a wall of forest. Aspen shoved the scientist away, kneading his temples while grumbling to himself. “If only Lucian and Allison were still alive...the Sector has been in SHAMBLES since their death! That professor Pine has NO CLUE how to run the Hoenn lab, let alone be the temporary Sector head in their absence! That BRAINLESS, IDIOTIC, MORON!”

The other two tried to shush him without much success. Aspen kicked at a tree as he passed it, sending pidgey flying in all directions. He whirled around at the two. “Has anyone found Riley yet?”

They shook their heads. “No sir, not our men nor the public police.”

“Rumour has it that he's left Hoenn. We're investigating that right now.”

Aspen's nostrils flared as he snorted his disgust. He turned back to the path to the research centre, pounding down the grass beneath his feet. “FIND HIM!”

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((Okay, quick pokegeography lesson; (Because I just loooooove repeating myself... Kanto and Johto are a super-continent around the middle of the world, Kanto on the east and Johto on the west with a mountain chain separating the two. To the south-west, across an ocean, is Hoenn, a small, warm-climate continent dotted with many islands to the east and south. To the north of Kanto-Johto across another ocean is Sinnoh, a frigid mega continent split down the middle with another mountain chain, with the tallest mountain in the world, Mt. Coronet, at the very centre. This is so that we all know the distances between the different continents. Oh, and Unova is on the other side of the world, but we don't need to know that until part 4.
Time differences:
Sinnoh: (east coast) 5:00pm
Kanto: 5:00pm
Johto: 4:00pm
Hoenn: 2:00pm))


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Earlier, on the top floor of the Mossdeep Space Station, one worker stared blankly at the satellite scanner's green line circle round and round the screen. A green dot bleeped softly as the line passed across a satellite over the east of Sinnoh. The worker was resting his elbows on the counter and pressing his face against the palm of one hand. Twirling a pencil around in his other hand he heaved a sigh. “So boooooooored.” Ever since that insane rogue gardevoir messed up the launch system the day of what would've been their hundredth successful launch, the entire space station had been seriously understaffed. Due to the cost of covering up the error, refusing the would-be public expedition to the moon and the general cost to replace damaged equipment, a massive lay-off ensued and many of the remaining workers had to do other menial jobs to make up for lost manpower. Right now, Brent and about twenty other scientists were forced to stare at blinking green radar screens for five hours and report an inconsistencies in the blinks of the little green blip on the screen. It was the stupid station's fault; that gardevoir's rich owner paid them more than plenty to cover all the damages, after all he was some sort of billionaire, but of course the station heads would take any excuse to pocket something for themselves. So here they were, wasting away in front of the satellite screens, waiting for hell to freeze over.

((Aaaand if you were like me and heard about that space station launch rumour for the sapphire/ruby/emerald games, you'd be pretty pissed at that gardevoir right now too. I'll be bringing in a few of my Hoenn characters early for those in Hoenn right now!))
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Cody & Sara,
Veilstone-Square
Early Evening


Cody walked in the door and jaws dropped. He walked up to the counter, and jaws dropped. Then he noticed: 'Oh yeah, Sara.' as he glanced down at his friend, smiling. The flareon was happy, she was smiling at the longing, jealous, and hateful eyes of the humans. Cody sighed, 'If only they knew.'
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Cody walked up and ordered a foot long sub from the clerk, who was too busy staring at Sara half the time and forgot to toast the sub. The sub was still cold as he and Sara sat back at the bench, only a brisk walk from the sub place. Cody then noticed the sub was not toasted, and sighed. Looking around, he made sure nobody was around. It was later now, the moon had taken the sun's place. The only lights in the square were far enough away that they sat in the shadows. Though the small red flame that Cody lit in his palm illuminated the two slightly, it cooked the sub as he moved his hand under the sub. When all parts where a golden brown, he set down the wrapper in front of Sara along with half of the sub. She munched happily on it, taking large bites. Cody just nibbled on his, not really hungry.

"[You gonna eat that?]" Sara asked, Cody responding with a shake of the head and setting down the half left of his share. She quickly ate most of it.

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Erik turned off the radio, hearing of the broadcast of a 'mysterious creature' attacking the crowd. He frowned lightly as he leaned back in the chair. His sword, a slender double-edged two-handed blade, rested lightly against the wall as he held two fingers up, watching the electricity spark between them as he sighed. Hearing a slight groan, he looked at his passenger and stopped messing with his electrical currents.

"Uhhhh...." She groaned, weakly trying to sit up, but giving up the notion soon. "Where am I...?" She faintly spoke.

"You are on my ship. It's a good thing you were not seriously injured or had any broken bones, I would not have been able to take care of you alone if you were." He spoke, seeing her shoot up in shock and look at him. "My name is Erik, Erik Marx." He introduced warmly, holding out a hand from his bedside seat.

"M-my n-name is Aria. A-Aria Rals." She spoke meekly before realizing that she had no clothing on. Sqeaking sharply, she covered herself in the sheets of the bed, staring at him in bewilderment. "Wh-why am I naked?"

"Oh, it's nothing like that!" Erik immediately spat out. "I had to make sure all of your wounds were fully bandaged. I didn't do anything like that, I swear!" He held his hands out in defense, fearing he would get hit somewhere he did not want to feel it.

"O-oh... I'm sorry... I never thought about that..." She apologized in response, blushing as she looked away. He's kind of good-looking, but I bet he already has a morph with him. She thought, not noticing him doing the same. Man... that sound she made was cute... and she doesn't look bad, either... Why is it always the cute ones? He thought. After a few minutea, he broke the peace and decided to speak.

"Well, feel free to walk about. It's not a large ship, but it's reliable, cozy, and now, not so lonely traveling in it." He spoke before catching his wording and cringing inside. Talk about putting your foot in your mouth... He critisized himself.

"You mean it's just you here? Nobody else with you?" She asked, slowly bringing her still-blushing face over to look at him again. To her, he seemed perfect. Average height, broad shoulders, a caring personality, sensitive, and even a toned form! If he was a normal human, he would no doubt be the attraction of females everywhere.

"Yeah. We're currently drifting along the currents of the ocean, headed for Sinnoh and Veilstone City, so feel free to rest up. I'm going to go back up and take the ship to a little spot I know it could hide in." He spoke calmly, standing and walking to the door. "Oh, and please don't mess with my sword." He added, closing it behind him quietly and walking up to the steering column, restarting the engine and slowly accelerating the boat to head to the northeastern shore of Sinnoh. Why am I blushing? He asked himself mentally

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Zen walked along the night-covered paths of the forest, Veilstone City within range of her sight. She was beaten and battered, but thanks to her abilities, she was able to get away before any serious injuries could happen. All she needed now was-

A light. A very dim firelight snapped her out of her thoughts. Hastily looking over to the source, she saw what looked like a Human with his hand on fire, but in her enhanced night vision, she easily saw the tail coming from his backside, curiously limping closer. Seeing the Flareon speak to him as he handed her what was left of his submarine sandwich (a concept she could not comprehend), she involuntarily let out a weak, sharp yelp of pain as her left leg seemed to give out from under her, sending her down onto the ground, the last few threads of the bandages holding her breasts compressed against her chest breaking apart. She almost felt like crying from her luck. No matter where she went, bad luck seemed to follow her, spit on her furred face, and even kick her when she was down to send her to new lows in her emotional stability. And so that's what she seemed to do. She merely let her throbbing aches drive her to just lying down, too exhausted to move any more.
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"....don't have much time.....if any....lis...ten............my friends...stay....hidden......the humans.........if......................you........ ......foun..............they...will....ry.......to ........kil....................................... .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. ............"

Only a few fragmented words rolled out of the radio before the static took over again. Janet could barely piece together the words that the syllables formed, but understood the alert behind the message, and how it was meant for her.
"Stay right where you are... don't move," she summed up what she heard in her head, "simple enough... as if there was anywhere to go..."
Janet sleepily curled up in the generator room of New Mauville, sandwiched between a dirty pile of old, discarded cloth.
The digital clocks illuminated her dark makeshift bedroom from every device in the room. 2:45PM; Janet's schedule was nocturnal, venturing outside only to collect the berries she needed to survive on. She didn't have anything to do during the day anyway. Enemies- trainers- roamed outside at this time of day, looking for anything to fight. Enemies- clockwork businesspeople- busied back and forth between the northern town and the southern port city, inclined to gawk and jeer at any abnormality that they'd spy in their path. Enemies- previous Sector Lab scientists- searched their ways through these parts, threatening to throw her back in the hellhole that deformed her.
Night time was much safer. Very few things roamed the route at that point. Hooligan bikers that gave away their presence from a mile away, night guards that she could detect and avoid as long as she paid attention, and the Pokemon. Wild Pokemon- at first she thought she could befriend some of the Plusles and Minuns around the route. She was able to carry out a civil conversation with one or two of them, but for the most part they just wanted to fight her like any other trainer. And then during night-time, the Pokemon really got wild; there was no use trying to reason with them at that point.
But it was much better than the humans. News spread fast among humans, while the Pokemon went about their ways caring not whether the last thing they fainted against was human, Pokemon, or any range in between.
And in New Mauville, she was safe- as close to being safe as she could be, anyway. The area was abandoned, save for a small population of Magnemite, whose mechanical personalities were not easily disturbed.
Janet had been accustomed to finding ways to make ends meet on her own. The generator provided a source of warmth for her, and the electricity was something she learned to leech off of when she needed comfort. A few of the communication devices in the area still worked, and fed in fragments of news of the outside world (though it all sounded so foreign...).
Some of the wardrobes yielded lab coats for which she used the cloth for a bed. Rubber suits were good for bagging berries when she went outside.
There were a few conductor suits that past workers had used to redirect electricity around their bodies when handling dangerous currents. That part didn't matter to Janet, though; she was already wearing one that she could never take off.
As the soft static of the radio continued, Janet began to drift into sleep again.

Janet was slowly aroused by the sound of approaching footsteps, and then suddenly alerted when the light of a flashlight seared red behind her eyelids.
"Whoa, wha-", the source of the light whirled back the flashlight to investigate the strange sight it had just caught. Janet instrinctively retreated into the pile of cloth to avoid being exposed, cursing her irresponsibility for sleeping next to the generator rather than keeping hidden that time. She opened her eyes and looked through the sheets, identifying a young boy no older than ten- a trainer, no doubt.
The boy, somewhat shaken at the unknown movement he saw in the darkness, rushed to pull his pokedex out of his pocket and scan whatever was out there. Janet slowly charged the fur around her with electricity, and the cloth became attracted to the charge, sticking to it. Meanwhile, the boy's device activated with a "click", and began to speak.
"Plusle, the Cheering Pokemon. Plusle loves to cheer for its fellow Pokémon, and it creates sparkling pom-poms by shorting out the electrical current released from its palms."
Janet groaned inwardly, rose up standing in a battle stance. She charged at the boy in her cloth cover at lightning speed, while shrieking as if to spite the happy-go-lucky description of her Pokemon counterpart species.
Quick Attack landed a blow, but not on the lanky bones of the boy; she had made a full-body charge into a hard, spiny body of metal. The trainer had called out a Lairon at the last moment, and quickly began his own move in the battle.
"Headbutt that thing!" he said shakily. The steel-reinforced monster knocked Janet back, sending a few patches of cloth fluttering from her armor. Still veiled, Janet landed on her feet and began charging electricity again- this time for an attack.
"That thing is huge..." the boy whispered to himself. But as he saw the sparks flare up around hist opponent's body, he snapped back into the beat of the battle, "Use Iron Defense!"
Janet stopped paying attention to the Lairon as she heard the move. As it began to tense up and strengthen its steel armor into an impenetrable physical wall, Janet let loose her Electro Ball, and hit her mark.
Both Lairon and its owner winced at the impact. The trainer frantically made another order, "Dig underground!"
Shaking off the electricity with a short roar of defiance, the Lairon slammed its claws into the ground and burrowed a hole straight through the tiles of New Mauville's flooring.
The trainer relaxed and watched expectantly at the target, waiting to see the inevitable surprise KO when Lairon would come from the ground. However, his confidence disappeared into shock as he saw his opponent slam into the ground. Shock turned into horror as the dust cleared to reveal a second hole- the result of another Dig attack.
"No wait Lairon, stay down! If you come u-" the boy's warning was cut short as the sequence unfolded itself. Lairon erupted out of the ground head-first, poised to strike. A moment of confusion crossed its face before the ground beneath it erupted and heaved it up from underneath.
Lairon's heavy body- with a few clumps of soil- sailed a few feet in the air before crashing down on the tile floor, unable to battle.
The boy tensed as he saw the figure of the supposed Plusle he was battling emerge from the ground. When Janet dug through the ground, she had scraped off all the patches of cloth that static cling initially held her disguise together.
Now she was completely exposed to the eyes of the trainer, who was at the moment taking her image in- from the red tips of her Plusle ears down to the yellow-furred ends of her toes.
"What kind of Plusle is..." the boy trailed off, awed and terrified. But as he heard the creature shriek suddenly remembered the danger he was in. He brought out his Pokeball to return Lairon and call out another, but by then Janet rushed in, and delivered a Quick Attack on the proper target.
The boy was knocked down and pinned with Janet's body. Her's cheeks began to course with a violent swell of electricity as she grabbed the trainers arms to restrain his flailing. She was small for her age, but the boy was much younger, and at the sudden direct attack on himself he completely helpless.
She began to realize that he was only a beginning trainer. Probably one of many who passed by on the route- just on the starting chapters of another journey to be a master.
"No Letgoplease! I don't wantto! PleaseIdontNoNoNONONO...!!" Under her weight and suppression, the boy's resolve crumpled like wax paper, and he broke down into desperate sobbing. The current of electricity she was charging continued to rise, spreading to the rest of her conductive pelt and reaching heart stopping-levels of danger.
"You saw me..." Janet growled mournfully, pushing her sparking cheeks next to his neck, "Now I can't let you go..."

A few reflected flashes danced through the hallways of New Mauville, with echoing howls following like the thunder after the lightning. Then nothing.

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Julien, Callisto, and Alex
Veilstone side-street, Early Evening


Alex's howl died down into a pitiful bout of whimpers. The flesh across the left side of his face lay ripped open in a thick, jagged line running from below his ear to his lips. Blood was spurting across the cobblestone as the boy shook with sobs.

Julien carefully knelt down beside Alex and gently cradled his head. “Shhh....” he crooned when the boy let out another scream of pain, “It's alright, everything will be okay. Remember me?”

Julien had taken off the scruffy beret, revealing long thin strands of hair as airy and wispy as his voice. It was once a page-boy cut, but had since outgrown the rigid style and fell in a soft fringe just above his shoulders, with faint, wispy bangs that brushed over his eyes. It was an unnatural silvery-grey for such a young man, thin and flyaway as gossamer's thread and shone like spider's silk and silver in the light. Alex's eyes shot open as he recognized his death looking down at him. He desperately clawed away in panic, back across the stony ground, away from the 'abnormal' that had trapped him, but Julien grabbed the boy's chin in his surprisingly vice-like grip.

Callisto suddenly realized the mess she had caused. Her legs wouldn't move fast enough. “Julien!” They were too far away, she was too slow.

Julien ignored her shouting, not taking his eye off Alex's. “Calm down,” he whispered peacefully. The boy's heartbeat skipped a measure, beginning to fade. “It's time for you to go.” Julien watched as the light of the Alex's soul grew dimmer and dimmer, dying out like cold embers. Dead eyes looked up at him as his life winked out of existence. Julien brushed the boy's eyes close. “Rest in peace.”

Julien gently laid Alex's head back on the ground as he stood up, dusting a bit of dirt off his knees. Callisto was standing behind him, staring down at the corpse, eyes wide and hands clamped over her mouth. She watched him calmly take the black handkerchief from his pocket and wipe the cane topper of blood and flesh, dabbing away the red splotches on his fingers like they were spilt cream. She watched as the impossibly deep burgundy of his eyes darken back to their deep, calm brown as he tucked away the handkerchief, giving her a warm, gentle smile.

"Are you alright, Callisto?" He asked genuinely sweetly. She shuddered. His eyes turned to concern and he stepped closer. "What's wrong?"

“Everything,” she thought, but her thoughts were quickly interrupted by other voices hastily approaching. Flashlights winked around the corner, nearing their hidden path by the forest line.

There was a crunching noise cut short by her scream. Her scream of pain when Julien grabbed her arm much too tightly was also cut short. He anticipated this and clamped a hand over her mouth. “Come on,” he whispered and sank into the shadows, pulling Callisto along with him.


On another side of Veilstone, Julien and Callisto re-materialized amongst a thick cluster of pine trees. He finally relinquished her arm, letting her fall to her knees whimpering in pain. The bag of coins clattered against the roots, spilling gold all over the ground, unnoticed. Once again, watching her sob in agony, the small bit of human conscience nibbled at the back of his head, sending a tiny prick of pain when he couldn't find that feeling. What was it called again? Pity? No, he could feel that. At least, he thought he could. Sorrow? Empathy? Yes, it must've been empathy. Or was it sympathy? He didn't know. Looking down at her pitiful mewling, all he could feel was the pain. Her pain. It tasted delicious.

He was careful to avert his gaze when she glared back up at him, looking to her shoulder, behind her head, anywhere but her eyes. He didn't want any further accidents. She didn't say a word, only stared up at him with an unreadable glare. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the faint, yellow-white glow dance around her arm as her powers activate. Inwardly he sighed. “Escape route A is now out of the question,” he thought, while extending a hand to Callisto. “Are you okay? Is your arm better now?”

She ignored his hand, keeping her eyes on the ground as she pushed herself to her feet. Callisto took two steps forward, and slapped his sharply across the face. He collapsed to the ground, a faint purple bruise spreading across his cheek while she waited for the sting to sink in. “How could you?” she whispered, too ashamed to look at him.

Julien, one hand tenderly over the bruise, pulled himself to his feet using a tree trunk. “I, see your arm has healed-”

“Stop it!” she shouted with a less than intimidating tremor, “You, you promised, no, you swore not to...you...how could you...” her firm, angry rant died off into more pathetic blubbering.

Julien watched her cry with a mixture of interest and curiosity. He wondered for a moment what crying was like and reached out for her hand. She flinched away. “Callisto, I'm sorry this has upset you so,” she ignored him, “but if I say I'm sorry for what I did, I would be lying. Please, I know it's hard to understand.”

Tearing her hands away from tear-stained eyes, she gave him a glare before grabbing her bag and what coins it still contained and stormed off back to the city. “No, I’m not an idiot. I know why you had to. That's what I hate about it. Go ahead and fill your quota for today. See you back at the hotel whenever.”

Julien made no move to stop her as she stomped back into Veilstone, pausing before stepping into the streets. Dim orange lamp-light pooled on the stones as she marched away beneath the ever-darkening sky. He leaned back into the shade of the pine, where branches and trunks grew thicker and denser, blacking out the last rays of the sun and engulfing him back in his home of shadowy darkness. She was so much more human than he, so mortal, so hard to understand. Then again, so were all the living things he'd met. Also, she was his only friend in the world.

Just as he had made the decision to follow her back to the hotel, a weak, sharp yelp of pain caught his attention and held it captive. He tasted it on it air. Pain, exhaustion, despair. The cane in his hand began to change as he melded into the shadows, invisible as a cloud across the moon, drawn towards the source of pain as helpless as a Dustox caught in lamplight. He approached, a mere shadow upon the tree, beside the battered, furred girl, lying defeated. Waiting for her death.

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Brent
Mossdeep Space Station, Afternoon


It had been particularly slow in the space station recently, and work in every department had become lax. Mostly everyone was bored. Sitting at the satellite scanner for the whole day, Brent was bored to tears. His comrades on the other screens weren't much help, they were either staring blankly at the screen like him, asleep, or both. The sounds of soft blips and pens tapping against the counter were interrupted only by the squeak of chairs, the occasional visitor or coffee being sipped. Brent leaned back in his chair and spun it around, looking at the other zombies around him.

“So boooooored.” Every half revolution the chair squealed, and though it was something different, it was obnoxious and earned him several shushes. He slouched and slid downwards until his eyes were level with the screen in front of him. His plain green reflection stared back. His black hair combed back neatly, dark eyes, slight stubble around his chin. “You're getting old here,” he thought, though he was barely in his mid twenties.

Down the stairs, they could hear some footsteps. Brent didn't need to check his watch. It must've been break time. Recently break time had become the small highlight of his day. During break, coffee was brought up by the assistant and some of the scientists came up for a chat. He didn't care much for the conversation, and hated coffee, but the new assistant was always so nice, he didn't want to refuse a refill.

Brent's face turned rosy at the thought. “Shut up,” he thought to himself, “just, shut up.”

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???????
North Veilstone, Early Evening


Illuminated by the last rays of sun like a sheet of gold, to the north of Veilstone sat the region's weapons manufacturing company and laboratory, a tall imposing building stranded on the highest hill in the city. As the drama in New Mauville unfolded, another young man, possibly only 20, a bit older than Julien, strode confidently through the doors of this building. He wore a black leather jacket over a short-sleeved red shirt, even in the cooling weather, with equally black jeans and shoes, but not the short, thick mop of hair on his head. His hair, by contrast, was a startling pure white, with uneven ragged edges like it had been cut randomly with a dull razor. He was a scruffy, thug-like youth, not unlike many of the other sloppily dressed late teens of the modern age, but an air of malice hung around him. Not something one would expect from the common young punk. Something darker, malevolent, and calculating that buzzed with preternatural intellect.

The receptionist barely noticed, staring aimlessly at a magazine in her boredom. "Sorry sir, but we're not open to visitors-" the hysterical whimpering from her bidoof convinced her to take a better look at her visitor.

He looked at her briefly without stopping. A pair of dark mirrored sunglasses met her gaze as she stared back at her own face in horror. "I'm not here for a tour," the young man said in a deep, strong voice that commanded authority.

The stunned receptionist shot up in her chair once she caught her folly and bowed repeatedly. "I, I'm terribly sorry, sir, it's just, I didn't realize, it's been ages since your last inspection-"

He waved her aside and walked down a side hallway. "Get back to your post." He said without hiding his annoyance.

She kept her head respectfully lowered and sat back down. "Yes sir, of course, sir." His footsteps faded out into the depth of the hallway, as she slowly raised her gaze. Taking a tentative glance down after him, she dove for the phone. Punching in the digits, she drummed her fingers against the counter top, continuously glanced back at the hallway. Finally, an answer. “Hello? Yes it's me. Yes, he arrived, shall I activate the...no? Alright, I'll keep it quiet until you get here. No, we don't want any more panic amongst the public,” her bidoof brushed against her palm. It was shaking as well. “Alright, but please hurry officer.” She terminated the call and placed the receiver back as silently as possible. Her breath came in short gasps, the silence of the building made all the more ominous by her Master's presence. “Please hurry.”
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Cody & Sara,
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"Get away from her!" Cody sreamed as he ran towards the fallen girl and the boy who seemed just...evil. Maybe it was the pokemon inside him, but he just knew that boy wasn't trying to help her. He held...some kind of weapon, and the way he was holding it seemed as if he was going to kill her. He had heard her yelp, her screech of pain. He had heeded it, sprinting off of the bench and running, Sara behind him. And the look in this boy's eyes-was the look of ruthless killing and emotionless murder.

As he got steadily closer, he reconized the weapon. A scythe. Then it all came together. Emotionless, holding a scythe, he was Death. But he only heard of stories which were meant to scare children, not Death himself. He also noticed someting about the girl too- she was a pokemorph. He'd heard rumors the day he got here, only a day ago. 'Failed experiments' some called them, others called them freaks.

He only knew one thing: Death was not going to cheat her out of her soul. Not tonight.

"Hey, Death!" his hands ignited in the grey flames he'd dubbed Classico.

'But why isn't he invisible? You would think he would be a bit more discreet.'
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Cody had just dashed off, Sara followeing after a huge bite of the sandwich. As she ran, she tried to munch the sandwich, she somehow got it down. Cody was yelling, but the chewing in her mouth made too much noise for her to hear. He ingnited his hands in Classico, lighting up the ground near them.

"Hey, Death!" Sara's mouth was agape, then closed and a serious expression crossed her face. "[Are you freakin' CRAZY?!]" Sara yelled, because who the hell challenges Death?

Then she saw the girl. She was beautiful, but that wasn't the point. She was furry, covered in red fur, black jagged lines, and tan fur. A pokemorph. What was more, she was in front of Death, lying on the ground face-down. She was what made that cry, but she wasn't dead yet. Then she noticed. She was about to fight against Death to save this girl. And all she could do is stare him down as if he were a common metapod, just any random enemy. The two opposing parties stood on opposite sides, an equal distance from the girl. One side trying to steal her soul, the other trying to save that soul.
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[Erik and Aria are traveling towards Veilstone City by boat and shall arrive at afternoon the next day]

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Zen had felt the chill in her veins as some figure loomed over her, just out of her vision. Weakly turning her head, she saw the scythe he held, the cold, emotionless look of a ruthless killer plastered over his face. He was almost a perfect image of what Death might look like. As the scythe was slowly raised up, her body was screaming to move. Whether it was from fear or exhaustion, she did not and would not know, but her body failed to respond, failed to fight to live. She was almost ready to accept her fate as well, a lone tear rolling down her right cheek.

"HEY, DEATH!!!" A voice roared, catching her attention as the young man with the flareon's tail, hands engulfed in silvery-grey flames, charged the man. Zen rolled onto her back slowly, her left arm trying to protect as much dignity as she could and cover her breasts as her other slowly began to pull at the ground, a bout of adrenaline started to surge and rush through her body. Slowly, her legs found strength enough to push her along her way again as she slowly dragged herself towards the teenager.

I can't die... I don't want to die! Her mind raced above her screaming nerves as she opened her mouth, releasing a jet-stream of searing flames at the scythe-wielding figure, but dying out just before it could reach him. "[D-damn it... Not now...]" She pleaded in the Pokemon language, the only language she knew. "[I don't wanna die... I don't wanna die!]" She screamed desparately.
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As the last traces of the sun's glow disappeared from behind the Coronet Mountain Range, a single traveler approached the sleepy town of Solaceon. Jenny was rushing to the Pokemon Center; she hadn't counted on arriving so late. But then again, her journey from Hearthome hadn't gone as smooth as she would've liked it to be. Her interest had been sparked when she passed by the unmoving figure of a Pikachu sitting at the edge of a river. Jenny simply couldn't ignore her curiosity, and drew close to investigate. However, it actually turned out to be some kid in a Pikachu costume, and Jenny was immediately challenged to a battle. In the end, she wound up with two of her Pokemon paralyzed by the Pikachu trainer's single Pikachu, and further wounded later down the path when she had to pass through some tall grass. She wasn't in a dire situation, but she definitely needed to get to town before night fell. She had heard ghost stories about the area surrounding the tower on the route...

The glass doors of the Pokecenter slid open with their welcoming "ping" as Jenny entered the building. She checked herself in and gave her Pokemon to the nurse before dropping down onto one of the lobby couches, exhausted. Jenny opened her backpack and studied a map of her progress. The next day, she would go to the Solaceon day care to pick up the egg, and start on the road to Veilstone City. A news report played on the screen of a nearby TV, reiterating through its daily broadcast.

"A bizarre incident unfolded today at Goldenrod City in the Johto Region. Civilians report seeing a two unidentified creatures causing a disturbance in the streets. Witnesses vary in their descriptions of what they looked like. However, they all agreed that they appeared to be some combination of Pokemon and human."

Jenny's attention shifted over to the TV, wondering to herself, "Pokemorphs... could it be?"

"It was also agreed upon by witnesses that one had physical traits similar to a Raichu, while the other had traits similar to a Pachirisu," the news report continued, "Several people found themselves the victims of a lightning strike, which appears to fit with the description."

"It's definitely those..." she said to herself, "I knew there was some ground to the theory..."

Jenny had heard about Pokemorphs- mysterious creatures that had the traits of both humans and Pokemon- several years ago. She had done research for her own sake to know more about them, interested in them almost as much as Legendary Pokemon. In a way, they were legendary- as her results showed, very little has been known about them since their sudden appearance many decades ago. At the same time, several theories suggested that their purpose was to match the abilities of Pokemon whilst exceeding their intelligence and versatility. However, the idea was the butt of many jokes in her school; it was dismissed as outlandish fantasy. Jenny quickly found her social status sinking into nerd-dom from expressing so much interest in the subject, and she eventually dropped it.
But as she continued to watch the news, her fascination began anew.

"Professor Aspen of Johto's local medical research centre was questioned about their group's involvement and response to the incident," The news report switched over to footage of Aspen and his colleagues, surrounded by news reporters and assaulted by a high frequency of camera flashes. She had read about the professor before- he was a very notable figure whose name appeared in great renown. Not a common household name like Oak or Rowan, but renowned nonetheless. Jenny scrambled to find herself a pen, and turned her map over to take notes on what was about to be said.

“One at a time, please, one at a time!” The scientist in the centre was waving down the pack, keeping them at bay as they lapped at their heels. He was a diminutive figure, rather paunchy, with small, dark eyes and thin pale grey hair. Though he seemed old, he moved with the strength and energy of one half his age, and spoke in a loud, clear, youthful voice. He wasn’t dressed in the usual, plain white lab coat. His was a pale, creamy beige with red trim around the cuffs of his long sleeves.

“One at a time!” He shouted once more.

“Professor Aspen, what was the creature that attacked these witnesses?”

“Professor Aspen, will your medical research centre be launching an inquiry into these events?”

“Professor Aspen, why are the regional lab professors unaware of these monsters?”

“Professor Aspen, have any of these creatures been captured yet?”

“Professor Aspen, has Professor Elm had anything to say about these encounters?”

Aspen waved them all to quiet down, showing a clear sign of irritation, “I can assure you all, that I personally will launch an investigation into these strange creatures. The public needn't worry, everything will be taken care of.”

Jenny sedulously took down every word of the news report as though it were a class assignment, fully engrossed in the subject. She thought to herself, "Oh, I wish I could do that... Investigating the Pokemorphs while working alongside Professor Aspen..."

“Professor Aspen, are the rumours about the Hoenn thief's involvement true?”

“Professor Aspen, is it true that the great Lucian Dubois' son, Riley, used the stolen information to manufacture these half-human 'super-weapons'?”

Jenny froze from her writing, "That petty thief, again... the information he stole was about the Pokemorphs?"

She now feeling even more envious of him.

Something like a grimace wrinkled Aspen's brow. “We have no information to substantiate that fact.”

The crowd buzzed with more clicking and shouting and bright, sharp camera flashes as the scientists around Aspen helped push back the crowd to let him pass. “No more questions,” they shouted as Aspen and two other scientists hurried him back to the medical research centre, Johto division.

"Wait... manufacture?" she thought to herself.
Jenny took a moment to process all the new information that came in such few sentences. Then, she resumed to mad scribbling over the back of her town map, noting down every iota of information and footnoting it further with critical questions.

"Thank you for waiting! You Pokemon are now fully healed!" the voice of the Pokemon Center's nurse called out to her from the counter. Jenny retrieved her Pokeballs, and returned to her seat, letting them out for inspection.

"Twirlie," She said to the Spinda. She picked it up and gave it a hug, "You did a good job out there. Just watch out for Thunder-wave next time, OK?"

"Radio," She said to her Kricketune, "I guess I didn't use you much other than to clear away those Bibarels. Why don't we change that now? You can play some music."
The bug Pokemon began to rub its wings and forelegs together, generating a familiar tune that Jenny had heard ever since childhood.

"Castform," She finally turned to her nameless cloud Pokemon. It was the only Pokemon of her three that fainted on the way over. She admitted, "Well, it looks like you've recovered well. I guess I'm not used to your moves yet, and you haven't had as much experience battling as the rest of them."

Castform swayed its head back and forth in a neutral response.

"Come to think of it, I never really battled with you ever since I won you from that science fair..." Jenny said quietly, "I guess we'll have to work on that, won't we?"

Castform swayed its head back and forth in a neutral response.

"eh...." Jenny went on, nervously. She decided just to sit down and let the time pass. Her Kricketune continued to play the song as the other two Pokemon rested around her.

The news report had long since ended, and she looked over her notes on what she gathered.

"Manufacture..." she repeated the word again, "That seems to mean that those Pokemorphs weren't natural... or perhaps that some of them were man-made..."

She paused for a moment, thinking to herself, "But then, what would be the method for making one?"

A random memory popped into her head. What that eccentric trainer in the Pikachu costume had said all the way back on Route 209.

"I wanna be a Pokemon when I grow up!"

Jenny giggled to herself, "I guess it might be possible..."
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