[WAR] The Official Season 4 RP

[[Fair]]

The Plot
(Written By Neo Pikachu)

What was supposed to be a remarkable undertaking in the next step for mankind’s expansion resulted only in the destructive uprising of the new war, one that would not stop until there was only one force remaining.

The new dawn had arrived, forged by the union of The United World Order, the main government of the five regions in the Pokémon world. With headquarters in Saffron City, The United World Order brought peace and cooperation to the people of Earth.

Together, the five united regions created the USS Unity, a starship equipped with a device called the Terriformer that had the power to control the weather surrounding it. With this vessel, they hoped to send it to other planets in the solar system, and turn planets that were once barren wastelands into thriving new worlds they could soon populate and begin to construct new colonies. With this, The United World Order hoped to bring the world in jubilation as mankind would now move further into the frontier in what would be a massive undertaking in history.

To power the starship known as the USS Unity, a series of six control disks had been created, each armed with the command codes needed to power the USS Unity to its full potential. Four command disks had the power to start the USS Unity, but all six were needed to power the vessel to ensure maximum performance. Ryan Elite, the president and leader of The United World Order, had given one of these disks to each of his six council members to ensure protection. These six leaders included Boris Morrison, Franz Patterson, Julia Sanchez, Marlene Nabudike, Jake Reso, and Daniel Fisher, all with the knowledge and awareness of Ryan’s actions as well as the presence and power of the USS Unity itself. All six of them took special care of the control disks, knowing they were mission critical to the task at hand.

The night before the USS Unity was to be launched into space, President Ryan Elite had given a speech in Mossdeep City’s Benton Park, the same city where the USS Unity was stationed to launch. During the speech itself, President Elite was shot through the heart by an unknown assailant, immediately unleashing commotion upon the massive crowd, as well as plenty of hostility. Shortly before he died, the last world that left his mouth was “…unity…”

Instantly, the shock of the event was felt throughout the world, and the six council members had fled frantically in different directions for their personal safety. However, all contact with them was instantly lost, and all traces of the command disks as well. After several attempts by the Missing Persons Bureau to locate them, nothing has been found of the six Council Members or the assassin who killed Ryan Elite in cold blood. No one has any idea where they are, who they are with, or if they’re even still alive.

However, there was one element of the USS Unity that was kept secret, or at least until now. Besides the ability to change weather, the USS Unity was also equipped with a tracking device to locate the six mystical Destiny Crystals, powerful relics whose existence was recently discovered by an archeological team as they stumbled upon a lost civilization nearby the ruins of Alph. Upon deciphering a stone tablet at the ruins, they had discovered there were six crystals with extreme power scattered throughout the world in hidden locations. Each crystal was said to be made up of an extremely rare stone compound called Zineshale. After these same archeologists managed to find a small sample of Zineshale based at the ruins, the tracking device within the USS Unity was then programmed to seek out and pinpoint other possible locations of Zineshale throughout the world, hence effectively tracking exactly where the six lost Destiny Crystals were located.

Each Crystal was imbued with a special power. The first of the six was the Crystal of Time, an azure-colored crystal that had the power to slow down, speed up, or even ultimately freeze the passage of time within an entire region. The second of the six was the Crystal of Memory, a topaz-colored crystal that had the power to alter the memory of people and force them to add or forget whatever was in their minds. Third was the Crystal of Transformation, a white colored crystal that was imbued with the power to transform anyone into any living creature that already existed in the world. The fourth crystal was the Crystal of Emotion, a purple-colored crystal which allowed anyone who held the crystal to change the emotions of an entire region of people, allowing them to stir them up in furious anger or spread happiness and goodwill across the region as they saw fit. The fifth of the crystals was the Crystal of Chance, a powerful emerald-colored crystal that had the ability to change the very facets and fabric of reality of the entire world, able to allow the user to make the possible impossible, and the impossible now possible, as long as everyone was affected. Lastly, the final crystal was the Crystal of Energy, which allowed for the transfer of energy from one region to another and making one region stronger than another.

Every crystal except the Crystal of Chance could range as far wide as an entire region or as short as to a single person, as long as the region affected was the same region where the crystal was located upon activation. And lastly, as universal of the Crystal of Chance operates, it still cannot bend or break the powers of the other crystals, leaving that as its only limitation. And as powerful as the crystals are, after a single use they require a full day to recharge their imbued powers before they could be used again.

News of this breakthrough spread like wildfire, and without Ryan Elite or any other main council member of The United World Order to maintain the peace of the world, quickly the situation got out of control and total anarchy broke out among the people. Some of them tried desperately to preserve the order and the law, while others took full advantage for the total lack of regulation. Since the United World Order had fallen, the war was now forged with the question, “Who should be the one to hold the reigns of the world now?” “Who should be the one to determine what is right and what is wrong for the benefit of society in the ways that they see fit?” Time. Only time could ever answer such a question.

[[Fair]]

The Plot, Continued

Six teams and alliances had emerged, each with their own desires and ideas for how the world should be driven.

The first of these teams was Team Soul, an alliance of a variety of intelligent people focused on preserving the quality and potential of all things. Known for several helpful public projects, these Spirit Warriors had become committed toward the rightful development and evolution of the world around them. That which was evil and was unjust only deserved to be obliterated from the face of the world, having no worth for the new serene dawn that waited for those who saw the light in the era of darkness.

The second team that had surfaced from the darkness was none other than The Central Intelligence of Bionics ORGanization, called C.i.BORG for short. Unable to ever see peace surfacing from the current reign of chaos, it was clear to them that humanity shouldn’t bother trying to instill a sense of peace when clearly conflict has never died down in the first place, and at a time like this, had only become more apparent across the planet. Composed of a group of rebels, C.i.BORG became steadfast in the widespread use of technology, believing that theories of peace should move aside for the new age of machines and technology to rule the world. Even in combat, C.i.BORG uses whatever technology and bionic parts they could fashion to give them the edge in combat by whatever means possible, regardless of their destructiveness. To C.i.BORG, life itself is a worthy sacrifice if it benefits them and their mission to make technology the new ruler of the world of tomorrow.

The third of these alliances to rise up was The Brotherhood of Steel, an independent military group focused on uniting all of the world under the one banner of The Brotherhood. While The Brotherhood recognizes that perfect and definite world peace may never be possible, there is no harm in struggling and fighting for the closest thing possible. In even a dark age such as this, The Brotherhood realizes that even old enemies can become new friends and comrades through honest, firm, and dedicated reform. Rather than bringing these old enemies to death, The Brotherhood believes anyone and everyone can become strong, powerful, and dedicated in the fight for justice as they join their comrades hand in hand in the struggle for a better world.

The fourth team to enter the fray was the Dark Angel Revolution Kingdom, often referred to as D.A.R.K for short, is a team hellbent on achieving peace through whatever means possible, no matter how evil or how dark and malicious their actions appear to be. Often dwelling in secrets and shadows, D.A.R.K is prepared to strike and avenge where any means can justify a peaceful end to the war. However, under that guise of darkness lies a unity of devoted friends, knowing their true purpose with no regard for how the outside world perceives them. Knowing the road to a peaceful unity will be long and hard, D.A.R.K is prepared to take any necessary step to accomplish that goal.

Living and operating in total secrecy is the fifth of these teams, called the Assassin Guild, a team dedicated to stopping any hostile takeover of another team from ruling all of society. Focused on preserving the balance of all things, the Assassin Guild’s objective is to preserve the safety and protection of their fellow man. Unknown to the other teams is their secret and undisclosed base of operations located in the mountains above Rock Tunnel. Using the handed down skills of martial arts and their access to highly sophisticated technology and communications centers are their mains weapons of choice in the war and in the objective of stopping total world takeover.

Lastly, the final team to arise is The Puppeteers, a unity of common and everyday people with the shared beliefs that in order to stop further acceleration of the current war or even the uprising of a future war, a strong and non-democratic government needs to be established. Since The Puppeteers believes people in large groups can never completely decide on a feasible solution together, they feel those choices and decisions should be in the control of a smaller unity, most notably, themselves. Since The Puppeteers realizes fighting directly in the war would be costly, they have taken it upon themselves to employ the tactic of pushing and manipulating the other teams and factions internally to fight against each other, giving them all the reason and desire they need to fully destroy each other while The Puppeteers watch from the sidelines, just waiting for their enemies to crumble so they can take control once the dust has cleared.

It's been a few days since Ryan's assassination. In a dawn of darkness overcome by the tides of despair and uncertainty, the answer and idea for what tomorrow should be and how it should be established is all that lies at the crossroads of battle and chaos. How fate should be decided and how the new world should be lies in the hands of them now.

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Rules
(Written By theElimN8r)

The rules follow that of any other roleplay (No bunnying, no god-moding). However, if you are familiar with War RPs, the are repurcussions for not following the rules. If you do the impossible, have junky or unnecessary OOC posts, or are disrespectful in any way, you will receive a strike form the RP judge, with or without warning. 3 strikes, and you're out of the game, with an additional 1-5 points deducted from your team as well, depending on the severity. Strikes may be counter-acted if a good, justifiable reason is given, but don't just count on weaseling out of your mistakes. There is also a 300 word minimum requirement and a location (where your character is currently) in a noticeable print before each post.

This roleplay has no basis on any of the previous War Roleplays. This roleplay is based on the current pokemon world shown by both the anime and the gameboy games.

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Note: No one may start the actual roleplay until June 5th, Eastern Time.

[Daniella Defines Divinity]

I guess I'm the first to sign up XP

Name: Daniella

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Team: Assasin Guild

Physical Description: About 5'7 with a generous womanly firgue, dark hair that falls just past her shoulders and large dark eyes to match. She looks pretty much like your average late teen, not someone capable of running such an active organisation as the AG. Her clothes change as often a her hair style, but normally she likes to wear her hair down and to the side so a wave of it partially covers her left eye. Because of the recent good weather she has taken to wearing dresses, her favourite being a simple light pink one with a dark pink border and small flowers printed on it that cuts off just before her knees. However this all changes when on a serious mission where she takes the all black aproach, a pair ot combat trousers and a tight fitting t-shirt with hair tied back and a large belt with her pokeballs, and more noticabley two daggars

Personality:She is a rather playful person, and likes to play tricks and games but has a love of all things living and is firecly loyal to her cause. She does not want to see such beauty of life perish, and that is probably why the leader position was handed down to her rather than one of her sisters for her passion for life was far greater.

History: Born and breed into the AG, Daniella picked up the secretive way of life at an early age, every child within the village being taught fighting skills in the town dojo. One of four sisters, she worked hard to try and set herself apart from the others, but they always seemed to be one step ahead of her. It was common knowledge that her Oldest sister was the favourite for the next leader as the current one was ageing and his health declining. She was a great leader, and commanded people to get done what was needed to be done. Her sense of organisation was admirable. However on the night, 6 months ago when he finally passed on, it was not her that he chose whilst in his Deathbed. Instead he chose Daniella saying he had watched her from afar, and although her attitude did not make her seem like one that was capable of leading, there was always a strong underlying passion for life and loyalty to her goals. Afterwards there was a whirlwind of talk and controversy, resulting in her sister leaving and she has never been heard from since or if she has spilled any secrets of their clan The first few weeks of her leadership were rather shakey, but she has now settled into the swing of things and has a firm grasp on her reigns and has gained her people's respect.


Pokemon:(you didn't say how many XP) 2 Powerhouse pokemon, Nidoqueen and Nidoking

Other: As a child she wanted to be a magician, and knows quite a few tricks. She takes the principles of illusion from magic and applies them to her missions so how things appear aren't always what they seem. She is also efficient in both armed and nonarmed combat.

[Karisuma-Teichou]

Your the first person to be accepted Dani. ^_^

Name: Christian
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Team: Prime Executive of The Puppeteers
Physical Description: He's 6' 1'', black hair with red tips, blue eyes, red baggy shirt, with black pants and black skate shoes[flat]. His belt hold his Pokèballs with his Pokèmon inside. He usually wears a long black trench coat.
Personality: He can be cocky, very smart. Just don't get on his bad side. He will go at it till it gets done.
History: He first joined the Brotherhood of Steel under the Command of Neo Pikachu. He left with good intensions and joined Vex and The Puppeteers and was made Prime Executive. Togather with the rest of the team they'll fight hard, to win the WAR.
Pokemon: Eevee, Jolteon, Vaporeon, Flareon, Espeon, Umbreon
Other: I don't play for points!!

I accept myself...lol. Unless someone else wants to.

[~* Esper *~]

Name: Esper Ravencroft

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Team: C.i.B.ORG

Physical Description: He's about 6'5 and 200 lbs., with a well build and a good toned tan. He wears a black polo shirt with the collar up and with a white star emblem in the upper right hand corner of the shirt, and wears and grey undershirt. Right above the grey shirt hangs a black, leather choker. He has black hair with blonde highlights and it is lengthy and is downward spiked, which his bangs, that descend jaggidily and diagnolly from left to right, hang just a bit below his rainbow, hazel eyes. He wears dark, very faded and destroyed, AE style, flared jeans with a pair of black and white New Balance shoes. He has a black, studded belt with an Element buckle.

Personality: He extrememly witty and sarcastic and says what he feels, which is usually controversial. He's confident and obnoxious, which sometimes prevents him from making friends. But, he is a good person underneath and very trustworthy.

History: Growing up in Saffron with his mother, Sabrina, and his father, Morty, he saw nothing but peace and democracy and that's how he grew up. But when he was about 19, the tragedy struck and that's when chaos broke out and when he became a rebel. He joined up with C.i.B.ORG when he caught them stealing different parts and appliances. Using his telekinetic powers inherited from his mother, he helped C.i.B.ORG to steal and attach the parts to the Pokemon and helped assemble different machines. Deep down inside, he wants peace, but he's become so pessimistic that he can barely feel that part of his soul anymore. He uses his Psychic and Ghost type Pokemon to confuse, distort, and even blow away the enemy.

Pokemon: Banette, Medicham, Metagross, Crobat

Other: As already noted, he does have telekinetic powers, but they are much more latent than his mother's. He can lift heavy things, but it stresses his brain out alot. Also, he isn't too bad with a staff.

[Karisuma-Teichou]

Esper has been accepted! ^_^

[Channel Delibird]

This RP character has been designed in conjunction with Dap, so expect to see us mention each other in our bios.

Name: Tarses (original name: Tarses Steele, full adopted name: Tarses Burgman)

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Team: Leader of the Puppeteers

Physical Description: Five foot nine inches tall, and weighing one hundred and seventy-two pounds, Tarses is a bald, simple figure. He dresses in dull, casual clothes (unless one of his missions demands otherwise) and practical footwear. He seems to have a perpetual frown on his face, but not a severe one - as he has almost complete control of his own mouth (laughter, smiling etc.) this makes him look quite serene and peaceful at times.

Personality: Cold, calm and ruthless, Tarses is of the mindset that everyone save him and possibly his Prime Executive, Christian, is expendable if it works towards the cause of the Puppeteers. He's not particularly fond of people in general, preferring to be alone, but the drama training his adopted parents encouraged him to do helps him mask this when 'working'.
Tarses thinks that it's a lot easier to carry out your own vision yourself, and so tends to do as much field work as the rest of the Puppeteers. Only Christian is aware of his actual name - the rest of the group know him only as their leader, or occasionally 'the Master Puppeteer' if somebody is being particularly formal about him.

History: When he was nine, Tarses' parents were irresponsible to say the least. They took him on an abseiling trip in Hoenn, something they'd been wanting to do for some time, but it was there that both the young boy and his parents fell to, supposedly, their deaths. The bodies of his parents were found mangled on the rocks, but all that was found of Tarses was a shoe and some blood. It was near a wolves' cave, and the wolves had been known to attack humans in the past, and so it was assumed Tarses was dead.
The truth was that Tarses had fallen into a fast-flowing river, and was swept away by the current after taking a heavy knock to the ankle (hence the shoe and blood). This left his 5-year-old brother orphaned (he had been staying with their grandmother because he was too young), although Tarses was unaware of his parents' deaths.
He was found and adopted by the Burgman family of Pacifidlog, although he never fully appreciated them as he spent most of his childhood brooding, believing that he hadn't been found by his real parents because they didn't want to find him. He is still bitter to this day.
As soon as he was able he left the Burgmans and effectively disowned their family name, later setting up the Puppeteers. As Leader, he would be the eventual dictator.

Pokemon: Delibird, Electabuzz, Exeggutor, Persian, Wartortle

Other: All characters in the Puppeteers have a tiny purple 'P' tattooed onto their left shoulder, which is encouraged to be concealed. This fact has NOT been disclosed to other teams.

[Karisuma-Teichou]

Vex has been accepted. ^_^

[Incongruity]

Dani, seriously, do you have to mention womanly figure EVERY time you post a profile to an RP. :rolleyes: :wink: We get it, you're t3h s3cKsy. :tongue:

Name: sk; he does not remember his real name. Explained later.

Age: 58 (this should be interesting?)

Gender: Male

Team: C.i.B.ORG

Physical Description: Despite his age, most of his body looks surprisingly young. This isn't that he is unusually healthy, it is simply that while adapting to the changing times, he has not let it make him lazy. His physical stature can best be described as average. At 5'11", he is not the tallest, nor is he the strongest; however, at 58 he is still stronger than many would be at 18. Unfortunately, he has not been able to completely preserve his youth. He often suffers from hypertension and stress, so his face shows a constant exhaustion. His eyes especially make him look very old. While for practical use, they provide perfect vision, their color is fading, and although his wrinkles are not numerous, they are visible. To create the illusion of youth, he wears dark sunglasses when in public. For his clothing, he wears professional but not flashy suits. Somehow, his clothing seems to always be clean, pressed, and well fitting.

Personality: He suffers from a certain type of psychosis in which he sees things that are not real. This is what has influenced his philosophy of realizing the impossibility of peace. Indeed, the world is already quite chaotic, but this is multiplied within his brain. However, he appears completely normal, except for his ideas which seem insane. His insanity makes him want to spread his ideas to the world, but he knows that patience is important. He is practical and will not let himself be blinded by his thoughts. He also has leadership capabilities, and while he wishes for the world to be "enlightened" (as it would be from his perspective), he does not wish to lead them. He can lead, but he has no desire to.

History: Although sk does not know it, C.i.B.ORG set him up. At the young age of 23, he had finished medical school and applied for his job at C.i.B.ORG, which then had a front as a blossoming medical corporation. Unlike many of his colleagues, he applied at a private corporation. This is because even at that age, he felt technology was the key to medical innovation. He did not do it for the money, he did it for his principles. Unfortunately, he had a major car accident as he was driving home from his job interview. Not a block from C.i.B.ORG's then humble headquarters, an 18-wheeler truck coming out of the building's gates ran him off of the road. When he woke up in the hospital, he could not remember anything. C.i.B.ORG had deliberately ran sk off of the road so as to eliminate any connection to his past. When he woke up, C.i.B.ORG got some expected and some unexpected results. There was the expected amnesia that would affect only history but not knowledge. However, sk's right eye was completely ripped out of its socket, so it had to be replaced with a mechanical eye (one that sk does not even know he has), and more importantly, sk was left with his psychosis. But it was no major problem. C.i.B.ORG could afford to have their doctors crazy, as long as they were independent of society. All of sk's records were erased, his license blurred, ripped, and burned except for his face and two letters of his name. Of course, C.i.B.ORG still knew the truth of sk's past, but nobody else knew. Although, the people who did set him up are aging. Of the original five directors who knew of the plan to recruit scientists, all but one have passed on. But their legacy has lasted. When he woke up, Sk didn't know anything, but he did remember his education. He knew about medical procedures both for pokemon and humans, and his previous philosophy of technological domination was made even stronger by his psychosis. So he grew up with the history that was fed to him by C.i.B.ORG, and for 35 years he worked. At first, he was not exposed to C.i.B.ORG's true nature. He simply worked for its front. He worked to conceptualize, design, manufacture, and experiment various medical products such as prosthetic parts, insulin pumps, pacemakers, cochlear implants, and the like. All the while, C.i.B.ORG grew, eventually expanding into various other companies which not only made the company wealthier, but benefited the ultimate goals. C.i.B.ORG soon became a military provider, a consumer electronics company, as well as maintaining the medical branch for pokemon and humans. It is now the foremost supplier of both hospitals and Pokemon Centers. After 5 years of "grunt work" (which was really just to make sure that sk did not remember anything), he was moved up. He was exposed to the company's more covert plans, and eventually moved up into the board of directors. He no longer simply works on the plans, he is the plan. He has designed C.i.B.ORG's most covert plans, including the recently leaked AUGMENT, and the black ops project TRILOBYTE.

Pokemon: Marowak, Medicham, Lairon, Houndoom

Other:
Lairon has been completely integrated with bionic parts, but it was also the first to be experimented on. Being made of steel, it was easiest to test, but the inevitable mistakes of the pioneers are reflected in Lairon. It is unable to evolve any further (although, this should not be necessary, seeing as how with augmented strength, it is much stronger than the average Aggron), and its bionic parts are far less sleek and effective as further generations.

After years of more research, Medicham was integrated with technology. This was a large jump from Lairon, as Medicham is almost half machine. It is not as noticably visible from the outside, but most of Medicham's major organs are bionic. If any damage is sustained to the living or mechanical tissue, it can be repaired easily. This is because Medicham has had its DNA reworked to allow not only synthesis of proteins, but also amalgams of metal. Within an hour, if enough metallic nutrients, such as zinc, iron, and magnesium, are consumed in Medicham's daily diet, any wound can be self-repaired with metallic alloys replacing organic compounds.

Marowak and Houndoom have yet to be augmented, although they are both slated for operation soon.

[Karisuma-Teichou]

YAY for old people...lol. Nice SK..you have been accepted. ^_^

[Silver127]

Sweeeet... hope I get in here...

Name: Silver Smith

Age: 16

Gender: male

Team: D.A.R.K. (There aren't any of them yet o.o')

Physical Description: He's got blonde hair that's grown significantly in his past two years of Pokemon training with D.A.R.K, but he tries not to let it get too long. He's also got the nastiest cowlick in history. He's got cold, dark blue eyes, and usually wears jeans, torn at the knees, and a simple green T-shirt, as D.A.R.K. tries to remain secretive and this doesn't give anything away. His build is a bit thinner than it would be usually for a male-type humanoid of his age and he's a bit shorter than he should be, but at least he can run fast to make up for his lack of strength and size. His skin is quite pale, as being in the sun makes you tan and... well, the abbrviation doesn't spell out 'dark' for nothing.

Personality: All Silver wants is for the world to be peaceful again. He misses the happiness that used to reign, and all the fun that used to be able to be had. He likes to joke around and is doing his best to stay optimistic, but it's become increasingly difficult... but, at least he's always got his Pokemon there. They, particularly Pidgeot, always seem to be able to make things better in such a chaos-stricken world...

History: Silver grew up happily around Viridian City. His parents were there most of the time, he had his pet Pidgey as well, and overall, life was, well, good. But on that fateful day, everything took a turn for the worse... Ryan Elite, who seemed to be doing everything in his power to make the world a better place, was shot and killed. Somehow feeling it his duty to right the wrongs of the world, Silver's father left to become a real Pokemon trainer... but only a few days later, they were informed that he had passed on. No real reasons were given, but they were told it was a natural death, no one had killed him or anything. But Silver knows this isn't true... it can't be. Either someone killed him or he's still out there... somewhere... either way, Silver's mother couldn't handle this news and just ran away in hopes of escaping her problems and finding a better life. This left Silver alone with his no longer a pet but now a member of his Pokemon party, his Pidgeotto, which he continued to train with the other Pokemon he had recently captured. For a while, Silver toyed with the idea of joining The Brotherhood of Steel... they were peace-loving and seemed to be trying to mend the broken world in which they lived. However, D.A.R.K. seemed much more active in their attempts to restore the peace. He soon joined this seemingly-evil team, as he knew of their true intentions and would do anything to help achieve this goal...

Pokemon: Pidgeot, Gyarados, Houndour, Flygon, Sneasel

Other: Silver's much closer to his Pokemon, especially Pidgeot, than he is to any other humans. He caught most of the before joining the team, but once he did, he thought it would be best to have at least one dark type. He caught Sneasel, and soon after, Houndour, so they aren't quite as strong as the others.

Plus, in adition to trying to bring world peace with D.A.R.K, Silver's trying to uncover a bit more about his parents. They're out there somewhere, and he knows that...

[Satou]

Name: Satou Berii Kuroneko (Sugar Berry Blackcat)
Age: 14 1/2
Gender: Female
Team: Brotherhood
Physical Description: Satou stands at 5 feet and 4 inches and weight 110 pounds. She's not a very good fighter and relies more on her Pokemon in battle than her own psychical attacks, something she's very ashamed of. Satou's hair reaches her shoulders and is a very dark brown with traces of strawberry blonde in it, which fits since she is a sterotype blonde in many ways. Her eyes are brown and dull and she's rather pale. Satou's favorite colors are black and pink, and it shows in her clothing. She weres a black shirt with a pink star on it, a black skirt with pink shorts underneath, and black boots and arm warmers. Her arm warmers have stars sewn on the wrists and her boots are laced with pink. Satou also has a black cat ears headband and black cat's tail sewn onto her skirt. Don't question them, the logic behind it all seriously makes no sense and is enough to give you a headach.She's also got a pink ribbon around her neck with a silver bell on it. Another thing you shouldn't dare to question.
On her back, Satou has a pink strawberry bookbag. She keeps most items in here and her Pokeballs.
Personality: Satou is a ditzy, klutzy idiot. She's extremely naive and carefree, almsot innoucent, and loves anything cute and cuddly (Yes, she's one of the people who walks up to cute little babies at the mall and comments on how adoreable they are x-x'). She adds "nya" to the end of most of her sentences (don't question it x-x"). Satou is also a very psoitive and trusting person. She doesn't hold grudges and tries making friends with whoever she can, believing everyone has goodness in their hearts somewhere. Her positive attitude is almost a fault in her character, since she gets herself into trouble by always thinking the best of people. Sarcastic people are Satou's weakness, since she believes anything she's told. She's also the type to put her friends before herself, another downfall since she often doesn't realize when she's in trouble, or does and just doesn't care. Though this might seem like a good thing for her friends, satou is overly protective of those she trusts and hands out nicknames to everyone she meets, not to mention she can be "clingy".
Overall, Satou's rather annoying to be around. Befriend her at your own risk.
History: Satou's history is nothing special. She's got no tragic past, no sob story, no emotional blows in her life.
Nothing.
And if she has ever had sadness in her life, she chooses to ignore it and move on anyways.
Pokemon: Flareon, Plusle, Espeon
Other: None

[Karisuma-Teichou]

Both Satou and Silver have been accepted. ^_^

[Exon Auxus]

Name:Mark Silver

Age:18

Gender: Male

Team: The Brotherhood of Steel

Physical Description:About 5' 4'' tall. (Five feet, four inches tall). Strong muscles, blue eyes. Long blonde hair that streams down his back. Weighs
about 156 pounds. Black shades and has a bronze cape on his back. He wields a sword that weighs about 50 pounds. He waers no glasses because they make him look like a nerd. His skin color is rather peachish. He can actually back up his talk :susp:

Personality: More of an aggressive person. He would rather fight than talk trash. Very serene and secluded though. Just tries to gain peace in each town he visits and almost never gets defeated. He loves to travel alone and never depends on others.

History:He has a very sad history- His parents were killed in a gang crossfire 6 days after he was born. An old citizen took him into his home and treated him as if he was his child. He allowed Mark to begin his journey when he was 14 years old. Which is when he caught his first pokemon-Skarmory. And the story pretty much goes on from there.

Pokemon:Skarmory, Ninetales, Milotic

Other:Mark is majorly dependent on Skarmory. They share a special bond, which can never be broken. He also has major trust in Milotic, his water type pokemon.

[Shen]

I guess I'm numero dos for the B.O.S. to sign up. And me wanting to be first...oh, sorry, got off topic there.

Name: Dart Everancia

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Team: The Brotherhood of Steel

Physical Description: He always wears dark green clothing under a black cloak his late father gave to him on his fourteenth B-day. He has black, spiky hair, which, on one side, spikes down and covers the entire right side of his face. His one good eye, his left, is Emerald, like the Dragonite pendant he wears around his neck. His right eye was blinded in an experiment his mother was conducting that cost her her life, trying to save his. He has a variey of expressions, mostly calm, happy, or pissed off.

Personality: He has had a bleak outlook on life ever since his dad left on a mission for the FBI that cost him his life, but he gets on. He is very easily pissed off, and if he is questioned about his serious actions, he will go off, if you know what I mean. The only person he gets along with, even if this person questions any of his actions is his leader, Neo. He's always calm around Neo, and really gets along, since Neo has actually tried to help him to cope with his past. He will lay his life on the line, and will not stop fighting for the best cause until he is dead and cold.

History: He was born into an awfully rich and kind family, mainly due to the fact that his dad as with the FBI and his mother was a famous scientist who made many breakthroughs in the field of chemical and medical science. He grew up with the best education he could get, as his parents wanted him to have a successfull career he likes.
But one day, Dart's life started going downhill. His dad left on a covert mission for the FBI to protect Ryan Elite in Mossdeep's Benton Park; a mission that proved to be fatal. He was standing directly behind the President of The United World Order when the Pres was shot in the heart. The bullet continued through his body int the head of Dart's father, killing him instantly.
Dart could hardly live with that fact, but tried to get on with life as it was with his mother. However, a while later, he was conducting an experiment with his mother on diferent DNA's of pokemon when an electric charge was sent through the DNA samples, causing a huge explosion for some odd reason. His mother threw Dart down and protected him, sacrificing her life for his. Dart was found a day later by a tour group; They discovered he was alive, with nothing more than a destroyed right eyeball; at least he had his life, right? Dart didn't have the same optimism as the tour group. After losing his mother too, he wanted it all to end.
He was about ready to commit suicide in the hospital when he saw that six teams had formed to stop the madness. He was especially interested in Team C.I.B.ORG and The B.O.S. When he was denied his passage into C.I.B.ORG, He went to the B.O.S. and is in there to this day, working to unite the world under one peaceful order

Pokemon: Umbreon, Flygon, Dragonite, Raichu, Scizor, and Blaziken.

Other: Like I said, he is only able to completely get along with his leader, Neo.

[paperfairy]

Name: Justin (Codename: Paperfairy)

Age: 13

Gender: Male

Team:Grunt of the Dark Angel Renegade Knights

NOTE: This needs to fixed in the plot post. We are now the Dark Angel RENEGADE KNIGHTS

Physical Description: In his human form, he is merely 5' 2". He has black braids, hanging down on all sides. He always wears his black trench coat, and is almost never seen without it. He also wears a pair of sun-glasses at all times. He is not very muscular, and actually looks quite weak. However, being a Black Belt in several Martial Arts, he can easily take on a fully-grown Machoke. His trench coat serves as his “backpack” holding everything from Poke balls, to a small first aid kit.

Personality: Justin is strong and compassionate. However, when something makes him angry, he turns into a totally different person. He is very skilled at computers, Pokémon Battling and most of the Martial Arts. He is almost always seen in front of a computer, hacking something, or fixing a server. When he’s not doing near a computer, Justin is practicing his martial arts, or working on a battle strategy. His age often deceives people and people take him for a stupid-little kid. In reality, he is smarter than most adults. When Justin wants something, he is 100% determined to get it, and will do anything to get it. He also has a tendency to put team mates and friends before him, which often gets him hurt.

History: As a smaller child, Justin was quite intelligent. He ran away from his parents at 7 (he loathed them) and lived in the city alone for 3 years. One day, someone had taken him in, and as it turned out, it was an admin of Team Rocket. After Team Rocket fell to a boy named Gold, and a girl named Crystal, Team Rocket disbanded. Justin realized that he was not destined for live the life of a criminal. He swore to serve good from then on. Afterwards, he traveled to Orre, where he trained with his Pokémon on Mt. Battle, hiding from society. Now, upon the dawn of this WAR, Justin has turned to an old friend, and joined his team: the Dark Angel Renegade Knights.

Pokémon:

Aerodactyl

Aerodactyl was Justin’s first Pokémon. He was caught by the man who took him in, and given to Justin as a present. Aerodactyl is very short-tempered, and extremely powerful. Angering it could be fatal. Aerodactyl is also very close to Justin- they are almost like brothers.

Venusaur

While under the wing of Team Rocket, Justin watched target practice frequently. One day, he found an injured Bulbasaur near the site, and nursed it back to health. It decided to stay with Justin, and it became his second party member. Venusaur is mainly used to immobilize enemies with its wide range of poisons and spores. It is light-hearted, and quite friendly.

Starmie

Justin’s fourth party member, Starmie is very tough. It was caught during a battle with a another Trainer. It aimlessly wandered into the crossfire, and Justin quickly captured it before it was injured. Starmie has a “never give up” attitude about everything, and is always trying to improve itself. It was also integrated with technology, and the tip of it’s arms are completely mechanical, causing anything that comes out of them to have twice as much power.

Blissey

Blissey is an invaluable member of Justin’s crew. Blissey helped Justin while training on Mt. Battle. At one point, Justin had broken his arm, and Blissey was able to fix it. Eventually, the two became good friends and joined the party. Blissey is just what the team needed; a “mother”. Blissey is like an over-protective mother, always looking out for her “children”. She taught many things to Justin, like how to fix broken bones, and cure things like the flu.

Gengar

Gengar was captured during Justin’s second visit to Mt. Battle. After losing a challenge, a careless trainer abandoned his Gengar, and left him on the mountain to die. Gengar, who was too weak to gather food, was on the brink of death. While Blissey was out getting food, she came across the Gengar, and brought him to Justin. Together, they helped the Gengar survive. Out of gratitude, he joined their party, and proved to be a powerful asset, especially when it came to special attacks and shields.

Ditto

Ditto is the most recent and final addition to the team. After watching a recent Mt. Battle challenge, he noticed that Ditto’s invaluable ability to transform came quite in handy. He quickly traveled to Fuchsia City in order to catch one. Ditto has a care-free attitude about life, very much like Justin. Ditto also loves to play pranks on his fellow teammates. However, comes time to battle, Ditto is ready to go.

Other: Justin can also build computers of any sort. He has a large knowledge of computers, far more than any other D.A.R.K. member. Using this ability, Justin’s Nintendo DS has the functions of a DS, a Pokédex, Pokémon Gear, Pokémon Navigator, and a Pokémon Digital Assistant. Justin also holds a retractable Bo-Staff in his top left coat pocket. The Bo-Staff has a blade on one of the ends.

[HKim]

Paperfairy, this War RP is based on the current pokemon world and not on the previous War Roleplays. Thus, while Team Rocket and Team Magma are still around, they never merged or disbanded. Team Nox and Team Trainer and the other teams never existed.

Think of it as Season 1 with new teams.

[Tamer San]

Name: Tamer
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Team: Leader of the "Dark Angel: Renegade Knights".

Physical Description: Tamer is almost 6'1" in hight and 166lbs in weight. He has long and spikey dark brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes. He has a well built body as he is an athlete, and a martial artist. He wears black baggy pants, a black T-shirt and also wearing a very long, almost reaching the floor, black, leather coat. He also wears dark sunglasses and fingerless leather glove on his right hand. he has a side gun always to his side, and trained to use it of course.

Personality: Naturally Tamer is quite funny and lovable, but the harsh life he lived with his "uncle" made him stronger in appearance, actions and personality. He is now usually quiet and calm, and rarely speaks his mouth out unless it is important. He loves the nature as much as he loves this Earth and man kind and is willing to sacrifice his own life or even lives of few humans for the continuation of the entire human race. He loved Pokemon ever since he started to walk and talk and loves his own the most. People who doesn't know him think he is evil, and mysterious, but people who knows him, and those are less than few, knows how honest, honorable man Tamer really is, even though being on the wrong side.

History: Simple, parents died when he was 4, raised by a gangster, taught on Martial Arts and side arms, and then walked into his own destiny and journey with Pyros the Arcanine. His mission now is to save Earth whatever it takes him from greedy teams seeking control and to find his baby sister he lost when he was a child.

Pokemon:
{M}Arcanine (Pyros): Tamer's first Pokemon. He found Growlithe, being beat up by kids in an alley and he couldn't stand it. So he stood up for the Growlithe and got beaten up until his uncle arrived and started shooting from his gun in the air scarring the little children. Growlithe then felt in love with Tamer and became his best friend. Growlithe evolved into an Arcanine eventually and due to hard training, making him much more powerful and fearsome. Arcanine stayed with Tamer, and never in a Pokeball. He is loyal and ready to even sacrifice his own life for Tamer's, the way Tamer did years ago.
{M}Crobat (William): Zubat was the first Pokemon to be captured by Tamer, with the assistant of Growlithe of course. It was an intense battle, since Zubat was already older and more experienced than a street-raised puppy. He used techniques making Growlithe fall into confusion, become badly posioned and even beeing life-leeched. But at last, Growlithe managed to Flamethrower the bat to knock-out, making it Tamer's first capture. Zubat was trained hard with Growlithe, as Tamer knew through the battle with this bat that its techniques are amazing and useful in and out of battle. Zubat evolved into a Golbat and eventually into a powerful Crobat, faster than sound its self. Crobat grew up with Tamer, and knows him well, so he trusts him the way Tamer does.
{F}Jynx (Smoochy): Smoochum was Tamer's third pokemon, it wasn't really interesting how he got it since he actually participated in youngsters tournament using his Growlithe and Golbat, digging the way of victory a battle after another. When he won, he found out that the prize was a little Smoochum, so he got depressed. But eventually, he started to like his new Pokemon and started training it. Smoochum evolved into Jynx when Tamer trusted her enough in a battle Golbat failed in, which is the battle with Exeggcutor, the psychic and grass type Pokemon. Jynx adores Tamer the most, and ready to do anything to please him, even if it doesn't please her.
{F}Exeggcutor (Mystique): Exeggcutor, attacked Tamer and Arcanine while sleeping, making Arcanine uncapable of fighting this battle. Tamer tried using Golbat, but the great psychic powers this tree held was way more powerful than Golbat could handle. Tamer had to send his Smoochy, and he did, as she was glad he chose her, she won the battle for him and evolved into a powerful Jynx. Exeggcutor was unloyal and didn't trust her trainer at all, until one day they felt off the edge together, with all his Pokemon being held in the PokeCenter. And through thier way out, they helped each other, earning eahcother's respect and trust. Exeggcutor still misses her freedom, but still, she won't leave Tamer alone. This Exeggcutor is a master in Hypnosis, nightmares and dream eating making her a lethal weapon and a deadly Pokemon in the night.
{M}Snorlax (Fast-Break-Dancer): Tamer was forced to use his four Pokemon to stop this one and beat it. At first he used his Arcanine, whom has eaten the dust due to ground and rock attacks done by such an experienced Snorlax. Then he sent his Exeggcutor whom got burnt from Snorlax's Flamethrower after inflecting some damage from a Solar Beam. Jynx was sent next to put Snorlax to sleep, eating his dream, but Snorlax Snored his way to beat Jynx. Tamer had one choice, and once choice only. He sent his Golbat, William, into the battle, and with speed, and technique the small bat managed to destroy the allmighty Snorlax allowing Tamer to catch him. Golbat evolved into a Crobat due to this magnificent victory and became much more powerful. Snorlax is nice, and likes to joke a lot, but he is mostly sleepy like other Snorlax's and barely trustable in battles due to his sleepy nature.
{M}Heracross (Horn Buster): Heracross was a Pokemon given to him by his adoption grandfather, Richard, whom took care of him since Tamer was just an infant. Heracross is way too powerful, and has some devasting techniques that can knock-out Pokemon in a blink, but he doesn't use his brain much which makes him fall into troubles easily. Tamer trusts Heracross and so does the last, but in battles, Heracross is Tamer's last choice since he isn't well trained yet, and sometimes he doesn't obey Tamer at all if the enemy was worthy. Out side of a battle, Heracross loves to play with Tamer and his Pokemon which makes him an enjoyable companion more than a battle Pokemon.

Other: Tamer has trained a little bit on martial arts, enough to defend him self in some situations. And he was also trained on how to use light weapons such as daggers and even swords and bo's. But most important of all, he trained on how to be a Sniper, and a top assassin as he was trained by an evil military force. He didn't do well, but in when he is really needed, they call him to do some easy jobs, Tamer is a quick learner and gains experience through his operations very fast. Tamer also knows three languages which are English, Arabic and German. He is also known as stupid since he barely knows how to use only the basics of computers. He also doesn't belong to Team D.A.R.K at the moment, he belongs to an NPC Evil Military Organization until he meets up with his sister, Team D.A.R.K leader and gets to know her better.

[Ikazuchi]

Name: Alex
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Team: Assassin guild
Physical Description: At 5'9 and 132lbs, Alex uses his karate to take advantage of his fairly tall, but skinny frame. He is actually quite thin for his size, but also this allows him to be fast. His dark brown hair just about reaches his shoulders, and his chocolate brown eyes (Cadbury's that is) are now coated by his new contact lenses, but shielded by a pair of Bono-esque sunglasses.

He usually wears a pair of tight dark red shorts, with a thick white stripe running down the side of each leg, this white stripe joins up with the one on his similar t-shirt, splitting about his shoulder and looping over the top. (ala denver Broncos jersey) there are then 3 bands on each shoulder of the same white, all partially covered by a Black Letter A. Many assume the A to stand for Alex, but it really means something quite different. His hands are covered by a pair of dark red fingerless glves, with a white palm. On his feet he wears a pair of slightly worn white trainers, with red laces. with a pair of red socks, the same as his other clothes, and upon these socks are the 3 stripes, thinner this time though.

Personality: He is often silent, not trough rudeness, but simply he is often quite shy and nervous. But when provoked, his personality changes, he can become quite aggressive and reckless, but it takes a lot to get him to that stage.

History: He began to study karate shortly before his 13th birthday, as he reached the 7th Kyu, Orange Belt he was informed by his Sensei of a team of pokémon trainers that were looking for more recruits. Specifically ones that could use martial arts and had a srong body and pokémon. This sounded perfect, and he left to join immediately.

Pokemon: Primeape, Seviper, Lanturn

Other: His main belief is that weak trainers with strong pokémon will not win. To be a winner, you must be strong like your pokénmon, and train yourself as well as them.

[Zenaku]

Name: Zenaku Zenmetsu

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Team: Brotherhood of Steel - Subordinate Commander

Physical Description: He has long, jet black hair, which partially covers his left side of his pale white face, enhanced by his burning crimson eyes which seem to be devoid of emotion at first glance.

His clothes consist of a black, sleeveless shirt and black trousers, both of which seem to cling to his body. His left arm is covered entirely with black armor, which gives the impression of clawed hands, while his right arm is bare apart from a lone black glove.

The biggest physical distinction is the black cape, which hangs fastened around his neck via straps on the edges, causing a collar to mask his neck and the lower portion of his head, including his mouth. Beneath the black veil, he has a gun safely strapped to his right leg, as the armor on his left arm obstructs use of such objects.

Personality: Seemingly evil at first glance, he shows kindness to those he knows, though such kindness is at most times hollow. Events in his past have drained most emotions from his body, making him seem calm to onlookers, yet despite the kind facade, he harbors malicious intent deep down within, which is thus far unknown to his allies.

History: Being a natural born leader, he climbed the ranks within the Brotherhood before achieving the position of Subordinate Commander. There are no records of his past to be found, nor does he speak of it.

Owning an advanced skill with guns, he chooses to use his own rather than other weapons, although he also has some skills with swords, staffs, and martial arts. Where or when he learned these skills is also unknown.

Despite many unknown facts, rumors exist of Zenaku being a part of a project many years ago by one Professor Iden. Details of whether or not such is true, or what the project was itself, is unconfirmed.

Pokemon: Metagross - Although most Zenakus age would have many Pokemon within their possession, he found it unesseccary for such numbers. Because of this, he has been training Metagross for many years, ever strengthening its psychic abilities, along with its physical strength. Due to Metagross' Modest nature, however, its physical strenth is somewhat subpar, causing it to focus even greater on its special abilities.

Other: N/A

[Karisuma-Teichou]

Everyone but Paperfairy is accepted. Paperfairy needs to fix his form before he can be accepted.

[Finch]

Name: Dan, AKA Finch
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Team: The Puppeteers (Initiate)

Physical Description:
Standing just over 5'11, Dan has long, dark green hair, and very dark, almost jet black eyes, which show no flicker of human soul. A black sleeveless tee covers up his torso, apart from a rip which borders a deep scar, running from his left shoulder to the lower-right section of his abdomen. This is obviously from previous battle. Other attire includes spiked wristbands on each arm, and baggy dark green pants. He is quite muscular, but not overly so, and stands straight.

Personality:
Although Dan is not evil, as such, he has an air of apathy about him
which gives the impression. He follows orders only from those in his team he entirely trusts, notably his leaders, but otherwise doesn't really care enough. This attitude often causes trouble, as consequences mean nothing to Finch.

History:
Dan was born his hometown of Azalea, and lived there until his 16th birthday. This was when his desire for power lead him to join the extremist group, the Puppeteers, and he moved home to live in Goldenrod City. This is where he now hides out and communicates with his team, and the "Master Puppeteer".

Pokemon: Scizor, Vileplume, Skarmory

Other: Dan has black belts in Tae Kwon Do, Ninjutsu and Jeet Kune Do, making him an agile and powerful physical fighter. Carries the usual hidden "Puppeteers" tattoo.

[Karisuma-Teichou]

Finch has been accepted! ^_^

[Crossfire Chaos]

Name: Kevin "Chaos"
Age: 24
Gender: M
Team: Dark Angels: Renegade Knights

Physical Description:
Standing at 5 feet tall and 8 inches he is a not-so-menacing kind of guy ,but he has a pair of strong muscles that help him do his job even though they are only from exercising on the bare minimum. His sking is the regular white of the colored but it is not the pale white that most people see. Of his Face you can tell 3 things off the bat, his hair is a silver-white color and is spike dramaticly, he has bright blue eyes twincling with misceviosness and his face is flawless.

His attire is a pair of a plain black shirt, black jeans/pants, and a pair of black jeans. He also wears black fingerless gloves and a navy headband for fasion. To top it all off he wears a navy blue jacket with a white fire outline on the back.

Personality:
Focusing on the Battle at all time he assumes a sort of "Yami" form, when this new form takes hold he calles himself Chaos instead of Kevin although he doesn't realy care about the switch, he can still sense it and he knows that it exists. He is a very dangerous loose-cannon and is more of a bounty-hunter and hitman then a trained "by-the-book" soildier so it is very often said that he is too cocky and will cause problems. He usualy talks back to his superiors, and is only kept around because of his superior spying skills thanks to his clairvoyance. He is very determind in a battle though and is also invaluble for his ability to keep trying until the last breath. When he is not battling he is hanging out with his friends and having fun while he can. He is even often kind to others and shows compassion, though he might not show it well. He never gives out his first name to anyone but his most trusted. (The only exception is the aplication and forms that are needed to be filled out. The last name is not given out no matter what happens as he does not wish his family in danger. Everyone not trusted knows him as Chaos.

History: He grew up in his home and went to a great school where he learned many techniques in pokemon battling. He also had a intrest in computers, science-related classes, instruments and sports. He talked back to his teachers though and he was thought to cheat because of his clairvoyance, but this was all sorted out when he when to the corner of the room and Aced all of his papers (he did still use his powers though.) His family was great to him and he got along his sisters (older and younger) and he had fun playing games and learning how to do things for his future. He went to the best university not out of money, (which they had enough of, believe me.) but out of a scholarship for his strait A's (cheater!) and for his excelling in instrument playing and soccer. He finaly went on his pokemon journey at the age of 18 (he skipped 4 grades). He started with a Torchic because of it's 2nd evolution and he has never parted with it even when he got stronger pokemon. His clairvoyance made it easier to win, but that does not mean he wasn't good at it alone, he learned a lot from the techniques of others and that was why he was recruited by the DAs after finnishing 4th in the Hoeen league. Since then he has had many differences in oppinion with everyone in the group, but usualy his recklessness goes unpunnished because he is valuble and would be the first to know what they would do to him. (Bron and Tamer, you are not exceptions.)

Pokemon: Blaziken, Shiney Zangoose, Mightyena, Scyther and Nidorino

Other: He has Clairvoyance, so he has a better Idea of what is happening around him. (This is a form of ESP and increases his hearing and seeing too.) Not that he fights fist to fist.

[Karisuma-Teichou]

Chaos has been accepted. ^_^

[Neo Emolga]

Name: Neo Winterfield

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Team: The Brotherhood of Steel

Physical Description: Neo stands 6 feet 2 inches tall, with a fair complexion and a strong muscular build. He has short brown hair, brown eyes, and is usually seen wearing a strong protective silver-colored metal armor, even outside of combat. He often speaks in a firm and strong voice, but only speaks when he needs to, and doesn’t often engage in very extended conversation. His body has a few scars due to combat injuries, but nothing extensively serious.

Personality: Neo also has strong eyes and a keen perception, as well as a quickness to react and make good and legitimate decisions even under time pressure and stress. It is very rare for Neo to experience any kind of fear, and in that rare circumstance, that fear comes from trying to preserve the safety of someone else, and not his own. While protecting the innocent is a very important priority to him, the lives of his comrades have to come first.

Neo tries to stay optimistic in even tough situations, but he doesn’t blind himself with false thoughts or believing that which is clearly impossible to achieve can actually be accomplished. Neo is strong and persistent in battle, but he knows there is no reason to keep fighting when clearly the enemy neither desires nor has the energy to continue the conflict. However, he always takes special care to make sure he isn’t being tricked.

History: After his parents and brother were killed in a drive-by shooting, Neo had a very negative look on life before he headed off to college. After being able to finance his higher education, Neo graduated from the Valencia Institute of Technology with Masters in both Engineering and Computer Science. Shortly after graduation, he began work as an appetence for a munitions expert, where he ultimately learned how to manufacture, operate, and handle a variety of different firearms. Shortly after that, he had joined the Orange Islands military, but it wasn’t long before he was disappointed regarding the handling and execution of captives and prisoners of war. It was this moment that drove him to create a separate military force where captives and prisoners aren’t executed, but instead are trained and reformed to become fighters and lovers of peace and unity. After gaining the support of many of his fellow comrades and soldiers, he was even able to persuade higher ranking officers within the OI military, regardless of being threatened of facing a dishonorable discharge.

After they had separated from the OI, Neo then began the creation of The Brotherhood of Steel, which had the goal of reaching as far and as wide as possible as well as spreading their influence across the globe. Rather than developing a single headquarters, several outposts were spread throughout the regions. To this day, new outposts are constantly being constructed as older ones are reinforced with stronger defenses. New members are constantly being recruited, and more people begin to affiliate and understand the meaning and purpose behind the Brotherhood of Steel.

Pokémon: Skarmory, Raichu, Steelix, and Charizard.

Other: Neo has a very strong proficiency with firearms, knowing exactly how they operate, how to disassemble them and put them back together, as well as his constant pursuit in building better and more efficient firearms. Likewise, he is also skilled at disabling enemy firearms, knowing the most fragile and critical operating parts that can be broken to disable the weapon completely. Neo has also practiced and has mastered the use of most kinds of firearms that are currently in circulation.

[Tamer San]

My history is complete now...

[Dog of Hellsing]

Name: Arunei Shade (alias DragonStorm)

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Team: The Puppeteers

Physical Description: She stands around 5'6'' tall and weighs around 105 lbs. Her long, blood-red hair hangs to around her knees and is always done in a complex braid. White bangs hang in her pale emerald eyes. She's very lithe and likes to use her looks to lure people into thinking she's just another pretty face. She wears dark blue jeans and a black T-shirt, over which she wears a large, black leather trenchcoat. She wears knee-high black boots and a jade Dragonite pendant and a ruby Charizard pendant on a gold choker chain.

Personality: Arunei is friendly and outgoing, and very loyal to her Pokemon and people she cares for. Just don't get her angry, as she can get scary when she's mad. She is quick to make friends and speaks her mind quite often. She's not one to say things people want to her; rather, she says the things they NEED to hear. She'd give her life for her Pokemon and friends.

History: Arunei's mother was an accomplished Pokemon Breeder, and Arunei spent most (if not all) of her childhood and teenhood helping her mother. As a result, she is very skilled in taking care of many types of Pokemon and has a caring, somewhat motherly attitude. However, when the world fell into chaos, her mother's ranch was destroyed and he mother killed in a stampede of terrified Pokemon as they fought to escape the destruction that had rained upon them. Arunei joined the Puppeteers soon afterwards, feeling she was destined to help, in any way, bring the world back to peace.

Pokemon: Tyranitar, Espeon, Raichu, Salamence, Flygon, Dragonite

Tyranitar (Crush): Arunei's first Pokemon, she recieved him on her tenth birthday from her mother as a Larvitar. Arunei was thrilled that her mother thought her capable of raisning such a Pokemon so young and took great care of the Pokemon. As a result, he evolved very quickly and within a month had become a Tyranitar.

Crush is very loyal to Arunei and the bond they share goes beyond what most Trainers and their Pokemon experience. He's attitude towards life if "what will come will come" and he takes everything in stride. He's quick to anger if Arunei or someone else close to either of them is in danger.

Espeon (Eon): Espeon was second Pokemon, given to her as an Eevee. Eon was the "runt" of a litter from twwo Flareon, and her Trainer didn't want her for that. Arunei decided to take in the tiny Eevee and they've been great friends ever since.

Eon is a special Espeon because she can commune mentally with Arunei and with others. Arunei doesn't know how she picked up this ability, but she's grateful for it. Eon has a somewhat timid personality around strangers, because of the fact that she was pretty much abandoned when she was young. But once she gets to know someone, that shyness fades completely. She likes to be near Arunei at all times and becomes very nervous and upset if they get seperated.

Raichu (Sparker): Raichu was Arunei's third Pokemon, found as a Pichu when Arunei was going about her morning rounds one day. Arunei took the little Pokemon in and within a few days, the two had grown very close, which resulted in Sparker's evolution within five days. After a few months, Sparker decided he was ready and Arunei evolved him with a Thunder Stone.

Sparker is the lively one of Arunei's team. He's also a bit hyper and tends to jump around a lot during battle (or if he's excited) and shoot off sparks more than a normal Raichu (one reason for his name). Strangely enough, he likes using his Body Slam and Tail Whip attacks more than his electric ones.

Salamence (King): King was Arunei's fourth Pokemon, given to her as a Shellgon by a Trainer who felt he wasn't ready to raise such a powerful Pokemon. King took the longest of Arunei's Pokemon to evolve (besides Drak), at nearly six months. Once he did, however, Arunei obtained a very poowerful Pokemon and a loyal friend.

King has a sort of "I stand alone" attitude, preferring to do things his own way. And because of his experience and strength, Arunei tends to let him take the reins in battle. Because of this, the two of them have a deep understanding of each other. King will obey Arunei without hesitation and at times she commands him in battle, but for the most part she respects his knowledge and lets him take over when fighting. For this reason, King respects her perhaps more than any of her other Pokemon.

Flygon (Chime): Chime was Arunei's fifth Pokemon, whom she obtained from her mother at fifteen as a Trapinch. Chime was actually very stubborn during the first few months as Arunei's Pokemon, and by the time she finally evolved into a Flygon about three months later, Arunei thought they'd never see eye-to-eye. But when Arunei saved her after an accident that could have cost Chime her life, she quickly changed the way she thought of Arunei.

Chime's got a fiery (and short) temperment, and she's easily offended. She takes on all challengers and fights like a Pokemon twice her size and strength. Because of her great sense of pride and determination, she never gives up a battle, even if it's clear she's going to lose. She likes to sleep a lot, too.

Dragonite (Drak): Drak was Arunei's final Pokemon before the outbreak of chaos, having recieved him about a year before. Drak was slow in growing, as is common for Dragon-Types: she evolved into Dragonair after four months, and then didn't evolve again until two weeks before Ryan Elite's death.

Drak is the laid back party of Arunei's team. He likes to take his time and think things through before acting, and has devised several complex battle strategies with Arunei for battles. He's very hard to anger, but once he's riled up, watch out for his Hyper Beam attack, which gets stronger them more angry he is. Drak often acts as Arunei's transportation because of his speed.

Other: The alias DragonStorm comes from the fact that she uses Dragon Type Pokemon quite often. She was always drawn to them more than other Pokemon and has raised many. Her strongest bond may be with Crush, but her deepest bond of understanding lies with her Dragons Chime, Drak, and King.

[Karisuma-Teichou]

Everyone has been accepted. ^_^

[Daniella Defines Divinity]

Dani, seriously, do you have to mention womanly figure EVERY time you post a profile to an RP. :rolleyes: :wink: We get it, you're t3h s3cKsy. :tongue:



Because it's the female equivalent of describing a Male build, it's easy for males they tend to be the same shap but in bigger or smaller versions, wheras women are all over the place so there :P

Anyway I didn't realise this wasn't carrying on from the last one so I'm gonna change my history, so you might want to check or something oficial people XP

[Raddstealth316]

Name: Isaac Steele

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Team: Team Soul

Physical Description: Isaac has long black hair that tends to stay more up than down. He has deep brown eyes that seem to be rather sorrowful yet are full of thought and kindness. He stands at a height of 5’11 and has a good build from his training. He is dressed all in dark purple black clothing. He wears a sleeveless thin shirt that is tucked into long thin dark purple trousers. He has a large strapped light purple belt on top of this. Over these clothes, and for travelling, he wears a large overthrow that is pinned down to his clothes. He tends not to wear this all the time he feels it intimidates some people. He also wears dark purple socks and black boots. On his back he carries a black sword sling, which has clasped in its leather grip, his trusty sword, given to him by his mentor. It is made out of the lightest metal yet is just as deadly in its attack. Though in this modern times, he knows that on many occasions a sword is no use to him. Therefore he does not always carry it. He always though carries a pistol on his belt where ever he goes. He will only use it when it is necessary though. (I edited a picture to my character’s liking here: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/Raddstealth316/isaacsteele.jpg)

Personality: Isaac, might have what seems to be an intimidating appearance, but it is completely misleading as he is a kind hearted individual. He is quiet and thoughtful rather than being rude and brash and often looks like he carries the world on his shoulders. His strength comes from his heart and soul, being the effort he puts into things. His biggest strength is that he can easily self-motivate himself and others, which helps a great deal in battles. He will always try to see the good in people, which sometimes can hinder his judgement. He is also an expert in strategy and tactical manoeuvres.

Background/History: Isaac grew up the majority of his life without any stable parenting. His parents as far as he could remember were very loving and giving people. He could only remember vaguely though as they were not with him for more than 5 years. During a Holiday in Houenn, his parents fell to their deaths in an abseiling incident. His 9-year-old brother, Tarses, had fallen with them too, after the rope linkages had snapped. Isaac had not gone abseiling with them as he was too young and instead had stayed with his grandmother (who had gone on the holiday with the family as well). His parents were reported dead to Isaac’s grandmother a few hours later at the hotel. His parent’s bodies were found laid upon jagged rocks, their bodies were too mangled to bury in a coffin. His brother’s body was not found, only his little shoe and some of his blood found outside a nearby Wolf’s cave. This though was enough to prove his death, as it had been long known that the wolves took no mercy on human adventurers. It was told that Tarses had fallen first then when his parents saw this, they tried to stop him falling and instead had themselves killed in the process.

Isaac’s Grandmother, along with his Grandfather, looked after him; giving him what best they could at bringing him up. But only 5 years later, Mr Steele, his grandfather, died after suffering from long term heart problems. His Grandmother, already grieving over the loss of her husband, was not in the right state to look after Isaac. No care units were sent round and no one asked of him when he was absent from school. So it was little surprise that he was soon found living outside rather than in.
Isaac would not return to his home for days at a time, spending his time alone in solitude, his mind going through phases, thinking about what he had lost. Rebellion and suicide was constantly on his mind and he often took to the streets with a group of other misfits, determined to take out his problems on society. Although stealing was not his nature, at knifepoint it was. Isaac had joined the group of other misfits due to his giving up on life. The group had lead him to a house of the side of the city, where he knew an old man lived. He had seen him once or twice in his garden, but never outside in the city. Isaac was told to go inside the house and steal what he could. If the old man caused any trouble…Isaac was to dispose of him.

Hoping that the latter wouldn’t come to pass, the following night, he had set of alone to the house (the group had not come with him). He broke in at 1am in the morning and began to scour the house for valuables. Though what he found though was nothing valuable at all. All he found worthwhile in taking was a sword hanging from the wall. But before he could claim his prize, the lights were switched on and the old man was standing at the door. Isaac made a run for it, sword in hand and surprisingly the old man didn’t move, but instead watched, merely interested. When Isaac had reached quite a distance from the house, he had begun to feel guilty. In response to this he had set off back to the house. He found the old man waiting for him and he told Isaac that he had expected him to return, as he did not see Isaac as the kind of person to steal.

The old man revealed his name to be Master Ri (pronounced Rye). He offered the chance to Isaac to help him sort out his life and make it better than it was. To teach him to use his abilities and to hone them to its fullest potential. Master Ri though had seen that they could not do it in the house for fear for other people getting in the way. So under his instruction, Isaac gathered the little things he had and followed Master Ri into the nearby jungle.

For many years Isaac underwent serious training. Not only physical training, but he was given mental training too. Master Ri taught Isaac everything he knows today. Along with his physical teachings, his mentor taught him that when life seems to treat you bad, you can only rely on what is good, what you could be thankful for, what you can still achieve, even in the darkest nights. He also taught him a lot of his skills in the art of battle. For food, Isaac was taught to be self-dependent; he would hunt for it himself using all his skills that he had learnt; the stealth, cunning and physical strength to overcome his prey. For many days he had gone hungry until he had learnt to art to capture. Day by day he developed until he was able to match, and surpass Master Ri’s own skills.

Once his mentor got too old to teach, he advised Isaac to head to somewhere where he could hone his skills even more. He told Isaac of Team Soul, a team that was the guardians of others, the establishers of peace. This fitted with Isaac’s desires as he had longed to be part of a group that had similar intentions to him. Upon departure from Master Ri, Isaac was gifted with the sword that Master Ri used for training and another Pokémon; Vulpix. With good will from his mentor, he set of to join Team Soul. He followed Master Ri’s directions and eventually located it.

He told Michael Trist, who was in charge of seeing the recruitments in, that Master Ri had sent him. Michael Trist was surprised that Master Ri (who was one of the most respected fighters and mentors) had trained a pupil to his standard and sent him to Team Soul. He was granted permission to enter and join Team Soul’s academy. He started of like every other normal person wishing to get into the true Team Soul. A recruit. But due to Isaac’s training, he was so much more advanced in his capabilities than the others. Therefore it was little surprise that over the years, he quickly rose through the ranks to become a very influential member, gaining the rank of Head of Combat and Arms.
Since joining Team Soul he has advanced his skills a lot, as he has gone on many different missions, each one helping him further his development.

At Team Soul he was soon to be acquainted with a young girl called Tiana. Tiana was the adopted daughter of one of his companions in Team Soul, and she had joined the team after journeying throughout the Pokémon world, intent on becoming a Pokémon master. After she had agreed to join Team Soul, Isaac was surprised by her willingness to learn the art of fighting. He agreed to teach her everything that he had learnt and spent much of his time helping her hone her skills as much as he honed his own. While he did this, they soon became great friends.
Over time it was apparent that she meant much more to him than just a friend; they both realized that they loved each other. Isaac now cherishes her with everything he has and will protect her from any danger he can. Like any friend he ever had, he will willingly give his life and welcome death in order to prevent any harm coming to Tiana. This can be seen as a weakness, a chink in his armour, but Isaac knows that as long as she is by his side he cannot possibly think of any negatives. He knows there will be times when his enemies would want to exploit his relationship with Tiana but he is always on the alert and will be prepared for anything that comes his way.

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[Raddstealth316]

Pokémon:

Umbreon (F): His most trusted friend and Pokémon. Eevee was his first Pokémon, given to him as a Birthday present when he was very young. It was only though when Isaac had gone through his rough patch that Eevee evolved into Umbreon to help protect Isaac during those dark times. Umbreon and Isaac treat each other with the utmost respect as they have gone through the same experiences, good and bad, together.

Ninetales (F): Ninetales was given to Isaac as a Vulpix by Master Ri before they departed ways. Master Ri had caught Vulpix in the wild and saw it as another development in Isaac’s maturity to be able to befriend and train a new Pokémon. Since then Vulpix evolved into Ninetales and has become an integral part of Isaac’s team.

Slowbro (M): During Isaac’s journeys before finding Team Soul, he came across a Slowpoke by a pool in Union Cave. After following it underwater in pursuit of capturing it, Isaac discovered that it was not the only one Slowpoke there, but over fifty. A Tentacruel, whose lair lay only a short distance away, had trapped these Slowpoke for many years. Isaac, alongside his other Pokémon fought to regain the Slowpoke freedom. After the Tentacruel had gone, Slowpoke had wished to join Isaac on his journey. It later evolved into Slowbro when it came into contact with a rogue Shellder.

Dragonite (M): After joining team Soul, Isaac was sent on a mission to explore a lighthouse that was reported to have a rampant Pokémon in it. Isaac’s mission was to use his own Pokémon and skills to overcome the threat and solve whatever problem he had to solve. The problem turned out to be a Dragonite infected by a virus that caused its brain to not operate in a normal state, and attack people. Isaac managed to give it the antidote after battling it into submission. Dragonite in gratitude joined Isaac’s team. Dragonite has been used in many extreme battles since.

Other: Isaac enjoys training a lot to hone his skills to perfection. He is not the complete battler yet but he is getting there. His best training activities in the Sparing Gym is the Battle dome and the Sword Assault.

[Karisuma-Teichou]

Sheesh Dap...your accepted...lol. ^_^

[Marth]

Name: Marth
Age: Unknown, but resembles a 32 year old man.
Gender: Male
Team Soul: Spirit Warriors

Physical Descrpition:
Marth is a tall man, standing at 6'2 and has a well built figure. His posture is one that stands for righteousness and hope. His frame, particularly his shoulders is what stands out, making him a prominent figure. He has striking blue electric eyes that seem to captivate people's attention. He has medium length dark brown hair that hangs down occasionally over his eyes. He is dressed in varying shades of blue and a mix of light purple. His undergarments consist of light blue attire that covers most of his neck, ranging down to his lower torso. This is tucked into light thin trousers that go down just above the shins. On top of these undergarments he wears long robes that add to his stature. And again on top of this he has a chest plate, which helps him in battle. He also wears hard blue boots with violet stripes on them. He also has fingerless gloves that run up to his elbows. Lastly he sports an azure coloured headband. A picture of Marth (http://www.silicon-fusion.com/games/GameCube/678/22.jpg) describes more than words though...

Personality:
Marth is a silent, observative man. He is a retired spy from the Psychic-Ops divition. As a result of many dangerous experiments, he developed the ability of sensing emotions of life beings. Marth exploits his ability very well, often startling his friends (or enemies sometimes), actions that gave him the title of "Psychic" He is kind to everyone, but he rarely speaks more than necesary. He has a few real friends, as he is not very sociable himself. He is direct when he speaks, and sometimes his honesty has lead him into trouble. No matter the situation, his calm mind never abandons him, and like the philosophy in Team Soul, he looks for wiser alternatives in a dangerous situation. As an experienced spy, he knows that in some cases it's best to leave the sword in the battlefield rather than leave the life. He appreciates all pokémon, but specially psychic-type, because he can feel their emotions better than other types. He loves reading, and he is a natural swimmer.

History:
Marth has always been a very curious individual. When he was a teenager, he realized that the world was not what it seemed, so he decided to see the world with his own eyes. He saw many abuses to the people and the pokémon, as he participated in many protests against corrupt public members, and he also tried to stop Team Rocket's actions whenever he could.
Houndoom, his first pokémon, always accompanied him wherever he traveled. After badly hurting a Team Rocket Grunt, he was tracked down and captured when he slept in the Illex Forest. He was then exposed to different radioactive materials, and was also injerced with many substances that are best left unsaid. That's when he developed his psychic sensitive powers. He also gained some enemies, as he resisted several times to the experiments. Houndoom was also part of this horrid treatment.
Eventually the army broke into the base and liberated Marth and Houndoom. After narrating the whole story, Nova, the army commander, decided to found a Psychic Ops division, and offered a tremendous ammount of money. Marth accepted inmediately, as he was in debt with Nova. He had completed ten missions, when Nova announced that some of the spies had been discovered. He paid a considerable amount of money. Marth didn't want to spend all the money on himself, so he and a group of old and new friends decided to found Team Soul, a charity association that helped both humans and pokémons. After one of his friends died, he decided to adopt her orphan daughter, Tiana. He gave her an Eevee, and that's how she accepted him as a father.
As a very influential member of Team Soul, Marth never forgets his past. It's a shadow that incitates him into aiding the world he loves.

Pokemon:
Houndoom (Rip)
Houndoom was Marth's first pokémon, a present from his beloved father when he decided to embark in a pokémon journey, when he was 13 years old.

Alakzam (X)
Perhaps Marth's most feared pokémon, Alakazam was a pokémon he had to fight in one of the missions as a spy. It had been altered by Team Rocket into a giant monster, but once Marth gave him the antidote, it returned to normal.

Blaziken
Blaziken expresses Marth's fighting spirit, Marth raised it since it was a Torchic, as part of a campagin called "Adopt a Pokémon!". The brute force in his team.

Kingdra (Neptune)
Neptune is one of the three Kingdras Marth defeated in an underwater base. Originally a mass-destruction weapon, Kingdra has completed many rescue missions underwater, and it's Marth's favorite sea transport (He can ride it)

Aerodactyl (Hurricane)
When a fellow spy fell in the hands of Team Rocket, Marth decided to take care of his most priced pokémon. Hurricane has proved to be extremely useful in aerial missions, as it's speed is perfect for avoiding ehemy fire.

Other:
I'll uptade this post later. I would like to know if it's aproved like it is right now.

[Karisuma-Teichou]

Lol...yes Marth you are accepted. ^_^

[Dog of Hellsing]

Er...one quick question: when are the rp's (or the rp if there's only gonna be one centered around it) and stuff for the War going to start/be accepted?

[Karisuma-Teichou]

The WAR starts June 6th and the Role Play will be all the time. You will post here for the Role Play.

[Dog of Hellsing]

Okay. One more thing and I'll stop SPAMMING: when can we start submitting things like fanfics and all for the War?

[Karisuma-Teichou]

June 6th because that's when the WAR starts.

[HKim]

Actually, the War starts on June 5th.

[Josh]

I am in. Good ol' Marth accepted me and this profile.

Name: Josh McScott

Age: 13 (Too young)

Gender: Male

Team: Team Soul

Physical Description: Josh has brown hair that is beginning to come down to the bottom of his neck. It is all around on the top of his head and quiet often covers his blue eyes. Josh wears a wristband with "WWJD" written on it on the wrist of his slightly tanned arm. His fingernails are quite long. His shoulders remain untouched as he usually wears t-shirts when he's in the sun, therefore not allowing him to be tanned there.
He is slightly overweight but his computer skills make up for that. Josh is around the average height of a thirteen year old. 1.6 metres. He has not had a complete voice break yet, but it'll probably come around soon.

Personality: It's quite obvious Josh is not suited to run in missions too much. He can jog a while but that's about it. He really doesn't like his exercise too much. He is usually kind, and doesn't like too much to get dirty. If you get on his wrong side, prepare to face consequences. That's why he does not cut his nails short. Doesn't like to kill anyone nor see anyone die.
Although he may seem annoying and thick headed, Josh is pretty smart at computers, building a system that makes enemy teams have a horrible time hacking into it.

Background/History: Josh began his journey in the Orange Islands, his birthplace and where he had all of his fun, with a Larvitar. He caught a Slowking on his travels to the Shamouti Islands.
Although he thought he was skilled, Josh lost quickly at the Orange Islands, so he tried his luck at Kanto. He captured a Lanturn and a Gengar. He won the Pokémon League there with only borrowing two Pokémon from Professor Ivy.
Around the point of Johto, Josh gave up his journey and headed back. Two days later he found out information about Team Soul, and he applied to join.
Michael Trist rejected him, as he was only a kid. But Chad saw a big potential and a big kindness in him, so after some discussion, Chad accepted Batesy as his apprentice.

Pokémon:

- Lanturn (M): One of his most prized Pokémon. Lanturn was captured at Vermillion Harbour as a Chinchou when he was messing with Josh's laptop signals. Lanturn was recently evolved and is now very useful as he helps Josh get sonic readings in the water and recharge his laptop battery.

- Gengar (F) [Genggy]: A ghost type that loves to play tricks on people. She was captured by Josh in Lavender Tower when she was annoying him. Genggy is a Pokémon Josh uses to go through walls and collect information.

- Slowking (M): During Josh's visit to the Shamouti Islands when he was younger, there was an outbreak of Slowpoke. He managed to capture one and then it accidentally had its head bitten by a Shellder. Hence evolving it into a Slowking.
Josh's Slowking can to some lifting with telepathic powers. Nothing too strong however.

· Tyranitar (F): When Josh started his journey at the age of ten at the Orange Islands, he was given a Larvitar to start off with.
Eventually reaching Kanto after losing at the Orange League, Larvitar evolved into Pupitar. Josh beat the Kanto League with his four Pokémon, two borrowed, and went to Johto where half way through Pupitar FINALLY evolved into Tyranitar.

Other: Josh with his technical skills can hack just not into major ones, but can set up a hard to penetrate system, making life worse for the enemy.

[HKim]

Batesy, you're approved except that my character name is Michael Trist, not Harry Kim.

[Josh]

Oh sorry. Raul either didn't know or was in a hurry...

[Marill]

Name: Chad Kentashi

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Team: Team Soul: Spirit Warriors

Physical Description: At first glance, Chad is an above-average teenager with some distinguishing features. When he speaks, he is heard, as his voice has a booming sensation to it. As for physical appearance, he stands tall at six feet and four inches and appears to be of a medium build. The hair atop his head is golden brown, which matches his eye color as well. For his clothing, Chad typically wears a red blazer with big black buttons, a striking blue undershirt, and khaki shorts that come to his knees. The shoes on his feet are leather sandals, which tie in the professionally sophisticated look. Whenever he is on missions, however, Chad is donned in the appropriate Team Uniform, which fits him elegantly. Of course, he has made his own modifications to it, to make it fit his more “classy” nature.

Personality: Chad is extremely observant. He notices the unnoticeable, and is quick to associate various pieces of any scene to complete any mystery’s puzzle by forming a hypothesis and explanation. As he is also very keen, he can analyze the most minute details and retrieve the full story through dedication and hard work. In school, Chad was deemed an “over-achiever,” as he always transcends the ‘average expectancy’ of his fellow peers, and will do anything and everything that is demanded of him. He has also been widely acclaimed as being one of the friendliest people around, as he loves to jest as well. Though he is quite serious in his studies and work, he knows that too much seriousness can ruin a person.

History: Chad was raised in the small, but pleasant town of Lavender. He loved his hometown very much, as the citizens there loved him as well. His parents were great to him, as they loved him excessively. They caressed him with support and encouragement down life’s pathway. As he was so congenial while growing up, he annually won Lavender’s “Young Citizen of the Year” award. When he went off to Poké-University, many denizens of Lavender were saddened by his departure. Within college, he studied to become a young detective, and because he was so studious, he graduated early and at the top of his class. He was acclaimed by many to be a prodigy, as he accomplished so many great feats despite his age. He loved life, as he was good to it, and it was good to him. Upon his returning to Lavender, Chad opened up a private detective business, which surprisingly amounted to huge success and great returns. He was hired by various organizations, including the Pokémon League to conduct background checks on all personnel and employees, as well as winners of the Indigo Plateau Championship, to see if their Pokémon were valid contestants. Along the way of life’s journey, Chad was accompanied by Pokémon to keep him on his feet at all times. In addition, they also helped him with his occupation, as they performed procedures that he couldn’t do himself.

Though Chad adored peace and tranquility, harmony was shattered with the bullet piercing Ryan Elite’s heart. Similarly, just as Ryan Elite died, Chad’s pleasant world was shattered like glass. The assassination broke Chad’s heart, as he could not fathom how anyone could murder such a respectable man. Mr. Elite was attempting to make the world an even better place than it was then, so how could anyone have the nerve to commit such a heinous act? Though most like Chad would become bitter and scorned, Chad found an inspiration here: he aspired to find the murderer and in the mean while, help restore peace to the world.

One fateful afternoon in the beautiful town of Saffron, Chad began conducting his investigation regarding Ryan Elite‘s assassination. Chad intentionally bumped into a peculiar man by the name of Michael Trist. Mr. Trist was a person in which Chad thought could help solve the current case he was working on, for reasons Chad kept to himself. Amazed at Chad’s abilities to know who held the most miniature fragments of information without even meeting them, Michael Trist attempted to enlist the support of Chad within his team. Chad’s skills and capabilities could be honed by the organization in which Michael Trist led, and then be utilized by them as well. Though Michael Trist’s contribution to Chad’s case was in fact minimal, Chad knew that these pieces of the puzzle could help him in the grand scheme of things. Upon Michael Trist’s offer to Chad, Chad knew he couldn’t refuse the offer, and realized that there was another perk for taking the job: having yet another way to help prune himself to be the best he could be. However, he could not immediately join as he had previously accepted a young Josh McScott as his apprentice beforehand. On an earlier assignment, Chad found Josh’s computing and technical skills to be outrageously good considering his young age. Knowing that these would come in handy in future investigations, Chad took him in as his apprentice. Mr. Kentashi knew that if he were to join Team Soul, he would have to have his young rookie alongside him.

Graciously accepting Chad‘s offer to have both him and Josh McScott, Mr. Trist enabled Chad to become a full-fledged member of Team Soul: The Spirit Warriors. His aggressive dedication to finding the murderer and restoring balance to the world is incessant, and he will remain unstoppable until he discovers the truth. The truth will always prevail.

Pokémon:

Marill (M)
- Marill was Chad’s first Pokémon. He holds a special bond with Chad, as he and Chad have been comrades ever since Chad was born. Given to Chad by Chad’s parents, Chad sees Marill as one of the best things to ever happen to him. Marill has been with Chad every step of the way, encouraging him just as much as his parents did. Also, Marill helps Chad with all of his investigative studies.

Quilava (M)
- Quilava was the first Pokémon Chad ever caught. While outside of Cinnabar Island on a vacation with his family, Chad met an abandoned Cyndaquil who seemed to be in great distress. After Chad nurtured him back to health, Cyndaquil became Chad’s second Pokémon. With extensive training, he quickly evolved into Quilava.

Raticate (M)
- Raticate’s capture was like no other. Upon a case investigating an abandoned Team Rocket Warehouse, Chad found a poor Rattata locked up within a cage. As soon as he unlocked the cage, the building was about to be destroyed as a Team Rocket demolition group was on its way. Hurrying out right before near death, Chad and Rattata survived luckily. Thanking Chad for his actions, Rattata became a full-fledged member of Chad’s party, later to which evolved into Raticate.

Fearow (M)
- Fearow was captured in a normal setting, when one day Chad had absolutely nothing to do, except roam. Chad hates to be bored, so when he found a ferocious bird Pokémon like Fearow, he stopped at nothing to capture it. The rest then is... history.

Other: Although Chad primarily focused on detective studies in Poké-University, he minored in Pokémon Information and Data, which is the main degree study for becoming a professor. He desired to acquire all the information about Pokémon for future cases, as it would be just another way to help sharpen his skills.

Furthermore, though Chad does have a sharp mind, he also has some physical skills as well. He is a master of secrecy, employing various items as weapons that can prove fatal. Watch out!

[Karisuma-Teichou]

Chad has been accepted. ^_^

[JohtoTrainer]

Name: Kyle Ward

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Team: The Brotherhood of Steel

Physical Description: Kyle is about 6'3 176 lbs. He wears his school colors constantly. Orange and Blue. A Blue t-shirt and orange cargo pants. (Yes, ORANGE cargo pants.) He wears a shark tooth necklace that was given to him by his uncle. A rolex that he received for his birthday many years ago, it's starting to be too small and tainted. He has brown curly hair with a trucker hat on all of that hair.

Personality: Kyle is very out-going. He's a very comical man. Always trying to make people laugh, even if he makes himself look stupid. BUt, of course he can be serious. When it comes to his music, he is as serious as it gets. He has a great voice and has been playing the guitar for about 14 years. He is also serious when it comes to his job with The Brotherhood of Steel. There is no joking around when he is on the job. Strictly business.

History: Kyle's father is a bum, always away with other women lying to them about his age. Kyle's mother has always been a hardworking woman, she works 9 to 9 everyday. Only for $9
an hour. That is why Kyle left, he was always home alone trying to fend for himself if anybody else decided they wanted something from their house. Kyle got tired of it after he was 14, he ran away and lived by himself and now he is with the Brotherhood of Steel.

Pokemon:

Charizard
Charizard came to Kyle's aide while it was a Charmeleon. Kyle captured it after it tried to eat Kyle's cat.

Mr.Mime
When Kyle's uncle was passing away, he gave Kyle a shark tooth necklace along with this Mr. Mime.

Miltank
While Kyle was working on a farm to gain a little extra money, this cow ran away because it was abused. Kyle chased it down, put it in a Pokeball and ran far away from the farm.

Houndoom
Kyle's loyal guardian. Houndoom guards Kyle at night, it sleeps during the day in it's Pokeball but it works hard to protect Kyle at night.

[Tamer San]

Oh JT, it is an honor to RP against you...it is quite strange to see you posting in this board at first place XD

[Karisuma-Teichou]

JT you bum your accepted. xDD You stole my orange pants. ^_^

[paperfairy]

F to the orm is fixed. ^_^ Please re-check it Shane!
-PF

Thoughts: DARK> you

[Karisuma-Teichou]

F to the orm is fixed. ^_^ Please re-check it Shane!
-PF

Thoughts: DARK> you

Paperfairy is now accepted. ^_^

[Lord Celebi]

Am I allowed to RP in this one, or due to my Uber-Crap performance last RP, am I banned?

EDIT: Never mind, I read NP's Post in the Ciborg thread. I'll edit with my form later. Now, I must eat!

Name: rust 'Nuva' Makuta
Age: ?
Gender: Male
Team: C.I.B.ORG
Physical Description: Almost a complete cyborg (Explained in history). The cyborg is then same is the normal form i take during all the RPs (Whether it be armor or cyborg), a rusted-up Toa Nuva.
Personality: Quick-Tempered
History: A disgruntled Ciborg grunt, who has been the subject of so many Cibernetics experiments, he has essentially become a complete cyborg. He's also quite rich, because he was paid a lot to be experimented on, though he has become good friends with his Cybernetics Advisor, Dr. Tiantus.
Pokemon: Cloyster, Politoed, Swampert, Walrein, Crawdaunt, and Ludicolo.
Other: N/A

[HKim]

Name: Michael Trist
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Team: Team Soul

Physical Description: Michael is about 5’9 and usually wears his uniform except in special circumstances such as surgery. His black hair is usually short in order to prevent it from getting in the way during surgeries and operations. Although he has relatively fair eyesight, Michael wears glasses over his brown eyes so that he can perform his job as well as read. Michael wears the usual Team Soul officer uniform of dark blue pants, a light blue shirt, and black boots. In addition, Michael dons a dark blue overcoat for formality.

Personality: As a boy, Michael grew up respecting life, which eventually evolved into his perspective as a doctor. He firmly believes in the Hippocratic Oath that he took in medical school. While growing up, Michael realized that one couldn’t achieve anything without playing a role in events. Though his projects, Michael discovered he had a certain knack for leadership and easily incorporated it into his life. In addition, while Michael never did travel the world on his own pokemon journey, he does share a bond with the pokemon he has. On the same note, he also respects all life.

History: Michael was born in Azaela Town to two parents, both doctors. With this influence, Michael himself decided early on to pursue a medical career, rather than become a pokemon trainer. Set with his path, Michael geared his educational studies in the fields of biology and psychology. In addition, he spent many hours analyzing medical journals and historic case histories. At the age of fifteen, Michael managed to secure an internship in the local hospital, helping care for the patients as well as learning his way around.

Due to his concentration on the medical field, Michael was accepted to the Goldenrod University of Medicine a year later when he was sixteen. There, Michael quickly studied the various courses, specifically in surgery for both humans and pokemon. Michael’s early experiences helped him advance quickly through the university where he graduated with flying colors and one of the top students of his class.

It was also during this time that Michael became a member of Team Soul, an organization that tried to help the world in various ways. Michael immediately became a part of the medical division and worked with several esteemed doctors to cure the Caterpie plague that struck a small island. Eventually, the team was successful in developing the cure and Michael’s contribution were acknowledged when he was assigned to lead his own project in developing the necessary medical tools to operate on pokemon with high body temperatures. Michael himself finally discovered the answer and soon found himself in the upper echelons of Team Soul.

Michael continued to help in Team Soul, and after graduating, began to work full-time for the organization. His breakthroughs astounded his associates and soon he became well known through out the world. Thus, when the leader of Team Soul retired, Michael was one of the top candidates chosen to lead the team. After weeks of debate, the team finally selected Michael to be the next leader of Team Soul, despite his youth.

Michael, unwilling to let the team down, did prove that he could handle the position. His experiences in the medical projects helped him prepare for overseeing several others in various fields. Team Soul opened up several fitness centers around the globe and a month later finished the construction on the new Rustboro Hospital. Michael also began to expand the efforts of Team Soul to cover the world and organized the construction of several small outposts in every major town.

Pokemon: Ivysaur (F), Scyther (M), Steelix (F), Kirlia (F), and Pidgeot (M)

[Half a Dollar]

Name: Nick Mashami

Age: 14 (Actual Age unknown)

Gender: Male

Team: D.A.R.K

Physical Description: Tall, only wears black, black hair, everything else normal (no, no black nail polish >:P), has two wings after a mutation caused it. Fast, but not strong. Has two swords from a war he participated in (Unity and Peace are the names of the two). He keeps one on each side of his waist.

Personality: Very dark and quiet. Is known not to laugh very much.

History: Came on the scene concerning a war between teams of great power. He was in the team known as Team Flora. Something happened as he was taking down a Tower of Zombified Pokemon. He recently also just had Latios come to help. However, a big blast coming from the Sky (hint,hint Outer Heaven Blast from WAR 2.) Nick was knocked unconcious, while Latios was able to flee. Unknown to Nick, he has been affected with a mutation.

6 months later....

Nick wakes up. The tower is destroyed. Nick then staggers back to the base of Flora. However, he is not greeted. He is shunned, he wasn't even remember as Nick. Nick then left and was never heard again.

1 month later....

As the 3rd WAR starts, Nick is now found in the ranks of Team Nox. He was known as Colonial to most. He was successful in capturing Agate Village before his team's weapon was destroyed by Team Trainer. Nick then found bandits in a cave in Agate Village. They were TR members. Nick called his leader, Darren, and sent them to his base to get executed accordingly. Nick went to his mission in Pyrite Town, but also dissappeared. To Nox, he was classed as Ranking General who controls the North. Then all teams disbanded, which was not known to Nick.

A few months later...

Nick comes back in the Team D.A.R.K. What should happen if Nick should ever meet one of his old team members again? Would he be persuaded to join it, or will he stand strong?



Pokemon: Ledian, Sceptile, Bannete, Electrode

Other: Weapons he can use: Unity and Peace/Angel and Devil Wings

[Tamer San]

Paperfairy, this War RP is based on the current pokemon world and not on the previous War Roleplays. Thus, while Team Rocket and Team Magma are still around, they never merged or disbanded. Team Nox and Team Trainer and the other teams never existed.

Think of it as Season 1 with new teams.

Bottom of line Nick, Trainer, Nox and such never excisted this war, and so were old war seasons...

[Daniella Defines Divinity]

Bottom of line Nick, Trainer, Nox and such never excisted this war, and so were old war seasons...

I was more concerned about the wings >.<

[Tamer San]

Well, that too Dani :tongue:

[Half a Dollar]

Name: Nick Mashami

Age: 14 (Actual Age unknown)

Gender: Male

Team: D.A.R.K

Physical Description: Tall, only wears black, black hair, everything else normal (no, no black nail polish >:P), has two wings after a mutation caused it. Fast, but not strong. Has two swords from a war he participated in (Unity and Peace are the names of the two). He keeps one on each side of his waist.

Personality: Very dark and quiet. Is known not to laugh very much.

History: Nick was a renowned trainer in the land of Hoenn. However, one day he got hit by a strike of white lightning while training his Bannete. He was rushed to the hospital.

Nick came out of the hospital a few days later. He wasn't normal now. He was a lab test. The lab injected him with annomia, thinking he would die. They failed though, as Nick grew wings and bursted out.

A few years later...

Nick joins D.A.R.K. Recently, his wings have disappeared for some reason. Nick tries to find an anti-cure to get his wings back..



Pokemon: Ledian, Sceptile, Bannete, Electrode

Other: He has an Uzi in his coat pocket, but he uses it rarely.

[Lord Celebi]

Am I accepted?

(3 Hours and 15 minutes until the RP starts, and I have my first post written already).

[Karisuma-Teichou]

Everyone is accepted! don't ask if your accepted rust and I will watch you closely.

[Fayt]

Name: Fayt Hopter

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Team: Brotherhood of Steel

Physical Description: Fayt stands at about a slightly shorter than average 5'11". His small frame allows for easy manuverability but where he lacks is his upfront strength and adjusting to colder climates. He has brown hair and dark green eyes. Fayt also tends to wear black armor especially in night missions.

Personality: Fayt shows off a soft side, that is until his eye is searching for an enemy through his scope. Being a sniper for his entire military career he has learned to control his emotions. Some witnesses to his ability say that he can sleep behind his rifle in a sort of hibernated state until the best opportunity comes, and he can wait days upon days for that opportunity.

History: Fayt grew up slightly pampered as any boy who had generous parents in a small town. Having started off with no interest in war or any military organization, Fayt led himself down the road to a simple life. But all that changed. At 15, Fayt became involved with UWO, acting as a receptionist at one of the buildings the order owned. One day Ryan came to his building, they talked for a few minutes but Fayt admired his ideals. The next day he wanted to be a more active participant in the UWO, so he lied about his age and joined the military branch. There he received the top notch training as a sniper. He was also trained well in close quaters combat using either a sword, a pistol or whatever can be found. He was also issued his pokemon, Skarmory by the UWO with the belief that pokemon would promote peace in the light of all the military training. Many years later, when Ryan was shot, Fayt realized that the UWO would not last. So he left, carrying his weapons, his Skarmory and his few meager possessions with him. He then found the Brotherhood of Steel, and was happy to realize that not only UWO had the same ideals to strive for united peace, even if such a thing is impossible. And so Fayt's real story... began.

Pokemon: Fayt carries with him his treasured pokemon, Skarmory.

Other: Fayt holsters with him a C-Class vibroblade and a FR5-fast action magnum but his ability lies in the AWP-IV sniper rifle he carries with him in a case. Here's a breif summary of the weapons:
C-Class Vibroblade - The C standing for custom. Vibroblades are known to be able to repel energy much like that of a energy sword. The metal alloys are specially balanced to make it near impossible to break a vibroblade. This vibroblade is customized to reduce its weight for better manuverability and control.
FRS Magnum - The FRS, or fast reload shot, magnum was designed to be as easily reloaded as any other non-magnum pistol. It holds a clip of 8 high velocity armor peircing bullets.
AWP-IV Sniper - High powered sniper rifle. If the sniper is good enough it can fire up to 10 miles. Many critics of the AWP-IV state how unneccesary this is due to too many wind and other factors that throw off the shot at that range. Fayt also perfers to wait for a closer target however he finds the high range scope a good way to keep dibs on his target.

[Karisuma-Teichou]

Fayt has been accepted.

[Raddstealth316]

Team Soul HQ


http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/Raddstealth316/engrave.jpg
(We do not count how many water drops to the earth in a waterfall. Instead we learn why the water seeks the earth. Remember, battles may be won or lost but if the battlers do not learn, the battle served no purpose)

Isaac read of the inscriptions on the wall for what seemed the thousandth time. Each engraving seemed to be as deeply etched into his mind as it was into the stonewalls. He knew the quote of by heart; it was the soul of the team. It was his life, his all, his home.
The hanging bowls of flames made the letters appear to dance upon the darkness of the underground. Isaac looked back through the darkness to check if anyone else was there before edging himself closer to the wall. Although this was his base, he could never be too careful. Not with the current situation in hand…

Isaac felt along the engravings, moving right, then left, searching. He moved up once more before finding what he was looking for.

‘CLICK’

The miniscule switch hidden in between a small gap in two letters clicked as Isaac gently pressed it. Isaac waited, arms crossed, occasionally rubbing his tired eyes. A moment of silence was broken by the sliding sound of two walls rubbing together as they freed themselves to reveal their true posture. Isaac now looked upon at the new entrance in the wall, beside the engravings. He smiled, took a glance back once more, before entering inside.

There was the sound of walls sliding again and the entrance was blocked off with more engravings on the new side he was on.

Isaac was now on the first level. He walked swiftly along the yellow carpet that was lined all over the floor and made his way to the top left hand corner of the room. Here an electronic computer was fitted into the wall. Isaac clicked the button on the right that had a bluish glow around it.

‘Welcome to Soul HQ. Please enter your ID.’

The computer message flashed across the screen in electronic green letters. The message was soundless, yet noticeable for all eyes to see.

‘Raddstealth316’ Isaac quickly thought. This machine was one of the most technologically advanced devices in the world today. It could read the brainwaves of humans and Pokémon, translating them into readable words. Though accessible through thought processes, it was smart enough to only allow the brainwaves of that particular person’s ID to enter.

He clicked the enter button and watched as the green words faded to be replaced by purple ones, which read:

‘Welcome Isaac’, before disappearing too and being replaced by a few options on the screen.

Isaac touched the one he wanted, the Inbox option, and waited for the screen to load.

‘Inbox total: 359. New messages: 1’

Isaac clicked the ‘view new message’ option and again waited in silence. The new message didn’t take long to load. Isaac read the message receptor’s name with a frown: ‘Marth’

What was wrong?

Isaac read through the message quickly:

‘Isaac. I am not in my office right now. Please go directly to the meeting room. The team has important matters to discuss.’

Isaac closed the message, confused. He signed off and now made his way to the centre of the cylinder room where an elevator stood. He clicked the button and waited a few seconds. It opened and Isaac stepped inside.

‘B3’ he clicked and the elevator doors shut immediately. Within what seemed no time at all, the doors had opened and Isaac now stepped onto the new landing. This one was a little classier than the lobby from which he had taken the elevator from. It had rich green carpet running all along the level with fine polished oak walls and photographs of past leaders along these. There were many doors leading to different rooms. Isaac had his own private office with it’s own computer system just a bit to the right from where he was now. He ignored this though and headed in a straight line until he reached the end of a long corridor. It was all but total silence now; all he could hear was his own heart pounding in his chest. For the first time the burning question engulfed stronger than ever in his mind.

Why was the President assassinated? And who...

He was pretty sure that question was about to be answered in this meeting. He reached for the handle. It felt smooth and unused. Isaac presumed that not many meetings took place, which was why it felt so new. Either that or the cleaners did an extremely good job at maintenance. He though withdrew his hand from the handle and instead rapped his knuckles on the oak door that had a gold plated sign above it reading ‘Meeting room’.

He heard movement inside and a moment later the door opened. Marth was standing face to face with him at the doorway.

[Lord Celebi]

OOC: Rad, you posted 1 minute too soon...

IC:
C.i.B.ORG Cybernetics Research Lab, Sootopolis
Left, then right, then left again. If other people worked here besides me, Tiantus, and some robots, this would be voted the most confusing lab ever. The hallyways felt like a labyrinth. But, I was able to find Tiantus’s Office.

“What brings you here, rust?” Tiantus asked. He had a cigar in his mouth.
“You said you wanted me to oversee your operation when you get your Cybernetic parts,” I replied.
“They haven’t shipped in yet. The Higher class ‘borgs think one total Cyborg is enough. They don’t want to pay for parts they know they work. Now they’re experimenting on Pokemon,” Tiantus said, he puffed out some smoke at my face.
“If you’re trying to be rude, there are bigger cigars,” I said.
“I’m saving my big ass one for my meeting with the boss,” Tiantus said.
“Well, are you trying to be rude?” I asked.
“Nah, practicing blowing cigar smoke in people’s faces while talking,” Tiantus answered, “By the way, how did the operation on your Swampert go?”

I though for a moment if I liked it or not. Swampert was one of the first Pokemon to have Cybernetic parts installed here, but now, he can use Surf 5 Times Stronger. He was also given cybernetic legs, so he can Earthquake much stronger, possibly make a Tsunami. That theory still needs testing.

“Fine, I suppose.”

[Marth]

Team Soul HQ Meeting Room

“Cheers…Claps…Silence…A roaring sound echoes through the air. I can sense mixed emotions. I can sense the confusion. I try to get closer…it’s impossible, the people have surrounded Ryan. Some of them are… fighting. The commotion is immense: Our leader has died.” echoed an electric voice in the meeting room.

I heard the recording of my own voice for the tenth time. The thought of that day still resonates in my mind. I always recorded the important events in the past 10 years in a small G-Disc, able to hold approximately 100 hours of voice. I ejected the G-D from the computer slot, and stared at it some seconds.

-Technology… We didn’t have great stuff like this when I was a kid…- I thought after carefully placing it in its case
-I am still not old to remember bygone days with sadness, but I have begun to feel sentimental too Marth.- Replied a voice in my mind.
I slowly turned around, looked down and saw a grinning face. Houndoom was a bit younger than me. 30 years usually mean retirement for its species, but I felt he was stronger than ever.

I smiled, and returned my attention to the bleeping image in the monitor. A window appeared to inform that someone had passed the ancient wall, and was proceeding to recognize his identity. The window changed from red to green as a name appeared in the lower part: Raddstealth316.
-Ah, Isaac has arrived sooner than expected. I guess he wanted to make a good impression.—I thought. My daughter told me she had a date with Isaac this night, so I left him a message instead of informing him with the Global Position System; even if it’s something that I do not like too much. I am way too possessive with Tiana.

I closed the window and prepared the monitor for the broadcasting, setting it up in channel 87. I turned the sound off: I dislike the commercials of the present era. Mind you, they lack creativity.
-He’s in this floor. Go get the door- Houndoom mentally told me, stretching his legs in complete laziness.
“You should be training with the others instead of slacking off.” I replied hastily, walking towards the door. I said out loud the opening order, the door slid and I found Isaac in front of me. I immediately sensed anxiety in his soul.

“I was expecting you Isaac. Not so soon though. Come in, there are things to discuss.” I said calmly. Isaac didn’t move though.
“Wait a moment… how did you know that I was coming to the base today?” He asked surprised.
“My reputation supports me. You are anxious, please come in.” I repeated, closing the door as he entered the room.

The meeting room serves for multiple purposes. It has a circular shape, big enough for more than twenty people. A rectangular table stands in the middle. A giant monitor stands to the left of the table head. There are no paintings in this room; instead, maps of each region are pinned in the wall. The table itself is a scale-made representation of the five regions together. The floor is a simple series of blue, squared mosaics. Not very elegant, but it allows better concentration. A soft buzz emanates from the ceiling; the air conditioner will automatically turn on if there was someone in the room. There are five zero-pollution bulbs placed as a pentagon.


“Houndoom is lazy today, look how he’s sleeping” Isaac pointed out, sitting in one table head. Houndoom simply opened his right eye and after what appeared a wink, closed it again.
“Glad to hear you share that opinion with me.” I replied, pinning some colourful marks in certain areas of the maps.
“Why did you call me for?” Isaac questioned, staring at the marks I pinned to the wall.

“Not only you, but many others will come soon. Isaac, you are anxious, I can feel it. And I know it’s about the assassination. I am worried too; I have made some research about the case. Have a drink… the usual?” I answered without looking at Isaac. There was something in those points that was telling me something…but I just couldn’t find it…
“No, I don’t want anything right now. Just tell me the purpose of this meeting.” He insisted.

“I’ve found out very interesting information, Isaac. Michael Trist will, in fact, inform you, but not personally, very soon. He’s going to broadcast in a few minutes. That’s why I have the television turned on. Calm your mind… Seems like someone else has arrived.” I replied, still obsessed in the map.

As I expected, everyone arrived just in time. I turned on the volume, and the sound went inside our ears…

[Josh]

OOC: Since this is a team thing, no one is to question my orientations. I am not... you know with purple. XD

BIC:
Main Team Soul Headquarters
Engineering Room
Saffron City
"Firewall, passwords," he said checking all of the security measures were up. A young boy with bushy brown hair was checking the system he had set up himself. It was designed so that those wanting to hack into it wouldn't be able to even get passed the first out of ten passwords for one month and even then there was a puzzle of one million dots the would have to select. Once that was done, he or she would be able to get in. But by that time, Josh, the boy setting it up, would know what was happening and be able to track down the person. Josh knew it was good, but he would never admit it was perfect.
After the last security check was done, Josh wiped his forehead and logged onto a main account which he had games and what not on.
"Josh," he said. "Age; thirteen. Hair; brown. Eyes; blue. Height; One metre sixty one," the computer accessed his account. This was a precaution all computers at Team Soul headquarters would have. Every computer at Team Soul was linked, Josh was finishing the security so no one would be able to hack into the other one. "I'll have to check the main computer but all of these are done," he checked the time. "Great. A few floors to walk up. It's bad enough I have to wear these stupid purple clothes. What are girls going to think?" he ignored these dilemmas and walked up a flight of stairs to two doors with a gold plate that had 'Meeting Room' enscrypted on them. He walked into the big room and sat down on the fifth seat at the right on the desk. He turned to face those in the room.

"Good news, everyone," Josh said. "I've encrypted ALL of your computers. So now, only you can access them. Well until hackers do actually hack but anyway. I have to check the main computer. Permission?"

OOC: Is one month too much? I can change it to a five day hack thing if it is.

[Neo Emolga]

Neo Winterfield
Brotherhood of Steel
BOS Bunker Capricorn. Altomare, Southern Island

The United World Order was a dead stick. Ryan Elite, the bloody last breathing hope for the UWO was dead, and the council members were completely gone. Even we didn’t know where they were or if they were still even alive. But to me, whoever wanted Elite dead was going to go after them next. Still, the media was acting like this whole thing meant the end of the world, like they treat every major catastrophe. But to me… no. This just meant someone else was going to have to step in. Considering the resources we have, this would only be just a matter of time before this hysteria settled down. Already plenty of cities across the globe were constantly supplying our cause with new recruits, resources, and even their technology. In exchange, we were their first line defense.

But hell, I was no pen-pusher. I’m a commander, the head of an army for chrissake. Yeah, even I would still fight for the same cause I’ve created and always believed in.

Still, for the last three days, even after training for two hours with the newly developed MK-G114, that’s all we did during the break and after roll calls. Every LCD monitor would turn on, and the reports of the assassination were all that were on broadcast. Even the Comedy Plaza channel was totally off the air due to the recent events. All we saw was the same footage of Ryan Elite speaking right when he got shot and his last dying moments. Honestly, if the boys did it my way, we wouldn’t be spending the night watching this crap again and again. I already knew what happened, and I already knew what it meant.

Instead, I grabbed the remote and shut the stupid piece of crap off. Instantly, their blank stares that had once been glued to the monitor then looked at me.

“Well, geez.” Terrance, one of the Brotherhood Knights had said to me in a picky tone, “Commander, they were just about to reveal what they believe to be the sniper’s position in relation to the bullet’s trajectory.”

“I don’t give a crap, and neither should any of you.” I told the bunch of them, “Wake up and smell the coffee for crying out loud, Elite is dead, and I would bet my ass that his council members have kicked the bucket as well. That means the UWO is bagged for the rest of eternity for all we know. And as you already know, that only means we’re going to have to be the ones to step in.”

“If it makes you feel any better…” Maverick replied, one of my main informants, “Jonathan Logan of the Altomare Supreme Council gave clearance for the Brotherhood to use the Southeast district. That gives us plenty of space to manufacture the new MK-G114, the Combine 420, and the RPPG. Plus, the whole thing looks like a harbor, no one will ever be able to tell what we’re making and storing there.”

Eh, the thing about Maverick was he treated every little thing that came our way like a totally new undertaking for mankind. To me, this was just standard procedure. All I would have to do is just ask, and I would be given all that anyway. And most of our manufacturing plants were underground.

“What about Starchaser?” I asked him, wondering if he knew anything about the ongoing project based in the Brotherhood Bunker Gemini by Olivine City.

“The gunship Starchaser Phoenix was completed exactly two days ago.” Maverick continued, “Geez, you should see the specifications for this thing. It makes the Gray Blade seem so outdated.”

“Whatever.” I told him, knowing the Gray Blade was still a valuable piece of machinery we definitely still needed, “And if you all are wondering, I’ve already sent Razor, Crimson, and Beta Teams by Leo to investigate Mossdeep. Just be prepared for James Gordon to give you the intel regarding what they find. It should be coming in only a few days, so watch for it.”

“Yes, sir.” Maverick replied, nodding his head.

“Now for chrissakes, go play a game of Poker for crying out loud.” I told the bunch of them, “Tomorrow we’re going to start making headway toward Rustboro, so worry about it then and stop thinking about it now. Lights out at 9 tonight, just be prepared.”

After that, I turned around and headed toward my desk. Getting our hand on Rustboro was something I’ve been looking to accomplish for a damn long time. All the time, they kept on telling us that they were only going to stick with the UWO and kept denying our offers for protection. Now that the UWO was done for, it was time for us to start having that pact after all. Plus, it was about time we put a second bunker in Hoenn. And since it was tiny and no one cared, my sights were set near Fallarbor Town. That whole place could jump right off the map and no one would even hear or notice it. We needed that shrouding, since trying to build a bunker while keeping the whole planning secret often took an enormous amount of time and effort.

Still, that was all just one thing on my long list of things I wanted to accomplish before even further anarchy started to emerge. I just wanted those monitors off. The last thing I wanted to see was the media continuing to be the wind that would blow the fire of instability around like there was no tomorrow.

[Karisuma-Teichou]

Batesy you must post your location at the top of ever post.

[HKim]

Kanto: Saffron City: Media Tower


Michael Trist quickly scanned over his speech notes that he wrote down in order to prepare for the media broadcast that will soon play over every major channel on the planet. Although he knew the entire message by heart, he wanted to make sure that he said the correct words. In a time of darkness and chaos, one needed to say the right words in order to reassure the world.

“Dr. Trist, you’re on in two minutes,” said one of the cameramen as he quickly adjusted the lens to focus on Michael.

“Thank you. I’ll be ready,” Michael politely replied.

Michael paused to ponder. It had been three days since President Ryan Elite’s assassination and the disappearance of the six council members. As a result, the entire world descended into chaos as the core leadership of The United World Order disappeared. The government that once represented hope and stability now only seemed to teeter on the edge of anarchy with the loss of its leaders.

Michael witnessed President Elite’s brutal death. He himself worked with the man several times on several projects coordinated by both Team Soul and UWO. Michael admired the man for his accomplishments and dedication to peace. Thus, it was hard for him to understand why anyone would want to kill him. That question seemed to puzzle the world as the investigation into President Elite’s death turned up only dead ends.

Michael himself was devastated by the death and for awhile, could only watch as the world descended into madness. Yet, as the media cried that the end was near and crime raged in the streets, he began to realize something. Michael became a doctor to help people. He joined Team Soul to help people. Now more than ever, the world needed his help. It needed his leadership.

It was time to take a stand and save the remains of The United World Order and the peace it stood for.

“Dr. Trist, you’re on in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…”

Michael looked up from his papers and stared into the camera and hopefully into the hearts of those watching.

“Citizens of The United World Order, I am Dr. Trist. You know me as the leader of Team Soul and as a friend to all walks of life. I come to you now, as a friend, because right now in this world of confusion, we need friends.

As we all know, the death of President Ryan Elite and the disappearance of the council members has greatly shaken up the government in which we depend on. Our civil services, while still strong and determined, have no leadership to turn to and thus have become weak in the face of corruption and crime.

So far, the investigations into President Elite’s murder have fallen short of finding any answers. The reason for his assassination is still theoretical and unknown. Even worse, the trails of the council members are becoming thin and no one knows where they are. In light of recent actions, we must consider them to be lost. However, even though they may be lost, we are not.

Friends, it is time we take a stand for the good of our world. Even though President Elite is dead, that does not mean his dreams of unity and peace have also died. We will always honor his name, his memories, and his deeds; but we must also honor his wishes. Ryan would want us to move forward from this tragedy and to continue our united quest to not only cooperate in this world, but to reach the stars of other worlds.

I want to help us achieve these goals. Team Soul and I have declared that we will work so that tomorrow is a bright future. You know us as people of peace and of improvement. You know that we can be trusted. We have constructed your hospitals, healed your sick, fed your poor, and protected your children. Now, we come to protect our noble nation from descending into a darkness that can never be lifted. I ask you to trust us, to trust me.

From this point forward, Team Soul will be taking control of the government of The United World Order, until the rightful leaders of the nation can be found and reinstated.

We do not wish to completely take over the democracy that we love dearly. Rather, we are here to temporarily manage the affairs of our world so that chaos will be eliminated and life will be saved. Under our guidance, the world will return to the prosperity it once new. We will recover what we have lost.

Together, we can work towards the rainbow of light that shines just beyond this minor storm. There is nothing we can’t do if we work together as one group, one power, one nation. I, Michael Trist, promise you that we can overcome this darkness.

For Ryan, For Freedom, and For Unity; let us save this world.”

[Channel Delibird]

OOC: I need a date in this RP, so I'm going to assume the start date of events is June 5th, as with the War, and let things go from there. If this needs editing let me know.

Lavaridge Town

It was a small house. It had only the one floor, and it had maybe one or two more windows than Tarses would have liked (that was about one or two in total, then). However, it was big enough to fit all the 'house guests' in at the same time, and it was out of the way.

He had called in a favour with the researcher who owned the property - on his part it hadn't been much, just locating a fossil in Meteor Falls, but the researcher was eccentric and over-compensating, and had insisted, as Tarses had planned, that he should lend Tarses his house for a few days while he went on holiday so that he could see his nearby family, whose house was far too small and hadn't seen him for years.

It was a good story, and a good enough house. It would do for the meeting.

Sitting in the chair at the head of the long teak table in the centre of the main room, Tarses took out his mobile phone. It was constantly linked to every other Puppeteer's phone via a satellite he'd had his people tamper with prior to its launch two months ago. Accessing the calendar, he keyed in the arrival dates for each member of the group he planned to arrive. The satellite link immediately beamed each member's relevant information to their own phone.

Christian - 13 Hotspring Boulevard, Lavaridge Town, June 6th, 10:00
DragonStorm - Pokemon Centre, Lavaridge Town, June 6th, 15:30
Jared Harpoon - Pokemon Mart, Lavaridge Town...

He was ruthless with the exact times he provided. Of course, Tarses never keyed in times of arrival which people couldn't make because he could always keep track of their locations and knew how quickly they could reach pretty much anywhere on the planet. Sometimes it would be difficult for a Puppeteer to reach the time they were given but he expected them to be on time for any meeting, and they had accepted that they needed to be prompt when they joined.

The meeting was urgent. With President Elite dead (sadly, Tarses thought, not at his own hands), Team Soul had announced their 'temporary' control of UWO about ten minutes ago - Tarses hadn't seen it on TV, but any news with the phrases 'Team Soul', 'Brotherhood of Steel', 'C.i.BORG' and 'D.A.R.K.' (the four known rivals to the Puppeteers for power) in them was automatically beamed to his phone - and a number of assignments were going to have to be changed and handed out.

Perhaps prematurely, Tarses was looking forward to the coming months.

[Finch]

OOC: My times also tie in with Vex. If anyone, including Mr Delibird, wants me to change it, let me know.

Finch
The Puppeteers
Goldenrod City - Greenhouse - June 5th - 1500 hours

Finch's Vileplume was tending to the plants in the greenhouse. All varieties of flowers, herbs, trees, and even the odd venus fly trap lived under the care of his pokemon, and he made a living from growing and selling the fruits (pardon the term) of his work to the general public. Well, it was more of a hobby than a living, for priority suggests that his true occupation was more sinister.

A beep on his cell phone woke him from his dreamy, trance like state, brought about as a mixture of tiredness and purposeful meditation. He took a few seconds to get his bearings, then checked the message displayed on the small screen:

Report to Master Puppeteer in Lavaridge Town: June 6th, 1600 hours.

"Great.." he muttered. "Come on, guys, return. We need to get the ferry to Hoenn."

His Vileplume, Skarmory, and Scizor all returned to their Pokeballs, as he packed a bag with essentials for the night. It was to be a long ferry trip, after all. He closed the greenhouse door behind him and bolted it, then used another key to free his bike which he had locked to a rack outside. Hoisting his backpack over his shoulder, he mounted the cycle and hit the road for Olivine.

The trees and bushes at the roadside became a murky green blur as he pedalled reluctantly on his way, and he was soon past the national park and into Ecruteak City. He looked at his watch.

Hmm... 15:34... I'm making good time. No need to rush.

He slowed down slightly to make the journey a little easier, and more leisurely, from that point forward. Probably not the best of ideas, since the Master Puppeteer always plans on everyone being ridiculously prompt, but Finch decided that the Master Puppeteer would just have to make do.

He saw a farm up ahead, with herds of Miltank grazing in the fields. Turning the handlebars of his bicycle left, Finch averted his course straight towards Olivine city. He jumped off his bike as it was moving and watched it roll away, as if being ridden by and invisible man, and come to rest right against a rack.

Whoa, awesome!

He locked it up as it had been in Goldenrod and boarded the ferry.

[Incongruity]

OOC: ARGH! rust, Why'd you have to make it sootopolis. I'd just like to explain our research center may be in Sootopolis, but our headquarters will be...

C.i.B.ORG Headquarters, Celadon

In the board room sk stood; it was high up in the tower that was the headquarters of C.i.B.ORG, the corporation that was 15% his. Sk was quietly gazing out of the windows that took up an entire wall. It was a beautiful day, and the view of the city was wonderful, but sk was frowning. He was glaring at the mass of protestors gathered at the base of the building. Even 80 stories high, he could see the crowd very well, and it was probably just as visible at the top.

"It was all because of that moron," sk thought pensively, "If that grunt scientist hadn't leaked AUGMENT .... God I hate environmentalists." It had leaked a while ago, but sk was still furious from it. It was one of his two projects that he had put his heart into. Some moron had leaked it, and the internal affairs division still didn't know who it was. It had to have been a grunt though. One of the young ones. A senior officer would have leaked TRILOBYTE. The higher-ups wouldn't have wasted time on AUGMENT. It was a much smaller news story...

While sk was entranced in thought, one of the new recruits came in. Nowadays, they didn't have their memories erased, and the ones that did were operated on, instead of the older process. Of course, sk didn't know any of this. The erasing of memory had to be hidden from those that were affected.

"Sir? Uh I have some news for you." He was hardly older than a teenager, clearly nervous at talking with one of the directors, albeit just as a messenger.

As if sk had just noticed the recruit's entrance, he turned around smiling, recovered from his previous grimace, "Ah yes, I had heard someone was being sent up. How are our negotiations with the president going. Has he vetoed the anti-experimentation bill yet? Those lobbyists," sk pointed towards the window, "seemed to have had him on their side, but... our measures were successful, were they not?"

"Well, sir... he's dead."

"What?"

"Yes, that's what I came here to tell you. It was just on the news, and we've gotten confirmation of its validity."

Sk's eyes widened as he soon came to realize what this meant. It meant that the bill could not be approved nor vetoed, but that wouldn't matter. Chaos would break loose... The people would need a scapegoat... C.i.B.ORG wasn't ready for this yet. The plans needed to come to fruition first... Chaos was inevitable, but sk wanted to be the one to control it. "Damnit, they're going to think it was us! They knew we were trying to change his mind, and the media hyped it up ridiculously! 'Scandals have been reported of pokemon abuse in C.i.B.ORG's secret plan, AUGMENT.' Those journalists... They knew the president supported the bill. They knew he would be an obstacle to us... Their power over society is obscene, especially with all of the spin they put on the truth."

The recruit remained quiet as he shifted around nervously.

"... Wait. Was it us?"

"You know I wouldn't know that. Black Ops is very secretive.... But... I have heard rumors. There are many suspects, and our own divisions aren't excluded."

"This level of secrecy we've had after the leak is ridiculous! Nobdy even tells me what they're doing! We're having a meeting. Call the senior officials, call the elites, call everyone but the grunts; we'll investigate them individually later. If they are eating, let them starve. If they are sleeping, wake them up. If they are busy, make them unbusy. We are having a meeting. Here. Now."

The messenger quickly walked out of the room, ready to deliver another message. As sk saw the door close, he gazed out towards the protestors and sighed. Hypocrites and morons. They were using C.i.B.ORG's products. They were using TMs, HMs, pokeballs, potions... They were healing at pokemon centers who used C.i.B.ORG healing technology.. Even if they did oppose every bit of technology that C.i.B.ORG offered, didn't they realize how naive their beliefs were? Didn't they realize that experimentation would be the future? The tools to forge a new society?

Sk took off his sunglasses to reveal disappointment in his eyes, and took a seat towards the window-end of the long table used for meetings. Usually it was never completely seated. There was always more than half of the table that remained unfilled. It was to keep information limited among a select few. But this meeting, there would be no more secrecy.

[Daniella Defines Divinity]

AG HQ, somewhere in the Rocktunnel mountains

*Daniella was currently sitting in the empty boardroom, spinning in her chair while thinking. She still couldn't believe what was happening, 6 months into her leadership and already things were falling apart. Some leader she was, maybe Master Hitoshi should have chosen her sister over her, she would've been able to deal with this mess... thats if she even would have let it happen in the first place. The whole thing seemed to take place in slow motion every time her mind ran through it. One minute Ryan elite was talking, then the shocked look etched on his face as the bullet struck through his chest, and finally watching him topple backwards and hit the ground hard. She just couldn't believe that somene managed to slip through her net, she had AG members all over the place and cameras at every angle, but there was nothing to go on. She took one final spin when a horde of people and papers bustled in through the doors, all of them running on coffee to keep up with all the information*

"We've run through all the camera footage and we've got nothing"

"Eyewitnesses aren't being helpful, there were so many people everyone's a suspct"

"Nothing from the insiders of the 4 teams"

*Daniella felt swamped as more people entered with more reports, trying to make sense of it all and take it all in.*

"Where do we go from here?"

"Which direction should we proceed in?"

"We're waiting on your instruction"

*Daniella went silent for a moment, how the heck would she know what to do? The eye of her people were fixed on her though, she couldn't let them lose their faith in her, she didn't want to disapoint them.*

"Uhhh... Well have we got any civilian footage? Some people were bound to be taping the thing with camcorders and stuff... photos... we just have to keep looking"

*She paused for a moment, atleast she was able to say something*

"Put some more people on monitering the other teams, theres bound to be some backlash and we need to know just what Team Soul intend to do during this period. They're probably just as shaken up as we are so we have time. Get trackers on the missing 6 of the comitee"

*Finally she had gotten herself sorted, and people had started moving again. New cups of coffee were being poured, and the sound of typing and phonecalls had resumed. Only Roberto was left in the room with her now, he had stayed silent throughout the episode, green eyes tracing everything behind his glasses and mop of brown hair. Daniella sighed deeply before talking*

"I need to get out of here, I'm gonna head out on one of the search missions. I'm apointing you head of the assassination research development, you are the expert in this area anyway. Keep me posted."

*He nodded his head politely, lips still sealed. Daniella admired his calm nature and even though he said very little he still managed to keep an awe of respect about him. Daniella left the room, knowing it was in safe hands*

OOC. What a cruddy post, but things should pick up hopefully XP

[Karisuma-Teichou]

Mauville City Gym

''Scyther is unable to battle Gym Leader Christian is the winner!''

-The refferee of the match had declared me yet another victory. I wallked over to the challanger and congragulated him on a battle well done.-

''Train harder and come back for a rematch. I'll be waiting.''

-He smiled and noded as we shook eachothers hand. As he left I walked into the back area of the Gym when I noticed the little red light flashing on my phone. I checked my messages and noticed that it was from Vex, Master Leader of The Puppeteers. It was a message asking me to meet him in Lavaridge Town. That was just in the next town so it wasn't that far for me to go. I grabed my backpack and my long trench coat and put it on. I had to close the Gym down till I got back. I left a sign on the front door and hoped on my bikr and left for Lavaridge Town.-

[Marill]

Team Soul Headquarters

The crisp light illuminated Chad's face as he stood inside the building that harbored multitudes of memories. Prompted by an "urgent" meeting notice, Chad quickly arrived at Team Soul's headquarters. This place was thought well of by Chad, as it had instilled so many great lessons in life, extended to him marvelous comrades and had positively influenced his morals. This organization was like no other, and in Chad's mind, that was a sad aspect of life. If only everyone could experience the tranquility and peace of Team Soul...

Chad entered the circular room, gazing upon the seemingly same decor he saw everyday. For some reason, however, today seemed different. Things seemed more lively, more active, more vibrant. Though this grasped hold of his attention for several moments, Chad started to transcend into deep-thinking mode.

Though he had numerous adventures in life thus far, he had never quite experienced a true journey as when he enlisted in Team Soul. Upon his investigation into the murder of President Ryan Elite, Chad found several denizens of the Pokémon World held information, however grand or minute. Along the way, Chad was buttressed with praise and encouragement for attempting such a feat. It was because of his family, friends and Pokémon that Chad had the will proceed.

Upon arrival in Saffron, Chad found himself to be overwhelmed with the thousands of people that dwelled there, but in a more optimistic sense than negative. The more people he could investigate would mean the more chances he would have of discovering more pieces to the puzzle. He would have the opportunity to employ every measure possible to find out about Ryan Elite’s catastrophic assassination, including utilizing computing techniques to maneuver around via Josh McScott.

Josh McScott Chad’s sidekick, alongside him all the way. He was a young boy, with not too many years under his belt, but still a good worker nonetheless. Chad was amazed with Josh’s capabilities in an recent instance, therefore allowed Josh to become his apprentice. Although they had not spent too much time together, Josh had already retrieved vital documents to the case for Mr. Kentashi, as he called him, in order to help solve the calamitous assignment.

It was very soon after that Mr. Kentashi and Chad had found their way into Team Soul, a first for Chad and second attempt for Josh. Both excited to be in such an organization, Chad took in joy that he could furnish Josh a chance to experience this adventure as well. Within the organization, Chad and Josh still worked together for their ultimate purpose, however they were split up for mission duties as well.

Chad recalled one mission in which he saw the woman of his dreams. He knew not of her name, just that all previous clues led to the inhabitant of one peculiar yellow house in Saffron, with the occasional red dots splashed upon it. At first glance, the structure may have appeared to be a box-shaped Pikachu as the two shared the same colors. This thoroughly amused Chad, causing him to chuckle when he first laid his golden brown eyes upon it.

The rest of the operation enabled Chad to meet the one female he had dreamed of all of his life. She was gorgeous, not only on the outside, but her radiant personality pierced Chad’s heart like an arrow. However, though she was sincerely sweet in her nature, she occasionally expressed sorrow and sadness at some unknown topic noted when tears would trickle down her face. Never the less, Chad was engulfed by her shiny hair that danced down off her head, her cheek’s rosy red like that of a Pikachu and her admirably adorable nature, that forced him to only think of her.

Though he knew not of who she was, since her name was never revealed, Chad knew that it was his destiny to find her again when he was not on a delegated by the team to come here. Rather, he desired for her to see a Chad that the public saw, the Chad that all loved and adored.

Snapping away from his love-at-first-sight thought sequence, Chad began to look around in the here and now, wondering what this urgent message was. Strolling across the plush green flooring, he concentrated on the heavy oak door with the unusually clean handle upon it. Pressing down upon it with his right hand, Chad knocked softly and stealthy with his left, to signify that he was present.

“Hello? It’s me!” Chad expressed exclamatorily. He smiled at the other members already inside, and winked at Marth, unaware of the seriousness that was about to unfold. He took a seat in the seventh black leather chair of the table, prepared to see what this message was all about. The television was turned on, and the familiar voice of Michael Trist protruded through the speakers.

The message sent chills throughout Chad‘s spine. He was awe-struck at the beautiful speech that Dr. Trist had just delivered. The address encompassed every emotion that Chad was feeling, however this didn‘t surprise him much. Every member of Team Soul shared similar views on a massive amount of subjects and this was no different. How sad Chad was at this horrific accident, yet inspired as well. This motivational monologue of Dr. Trist was the sun striking a new day, motivating Chad and Team Soul once more.

[Lord Celebi]

C.i.B.ORG Research Lab, Sootopolis

Another call from Tiantus. Its been only a few hours, but Tiantus needs me. I ran down the halls, to find the familiar short, stubby man, in his office smoking a cigar. He's smoked almost all of the cigar, apparently.

"rust, I've been called to a meeting in Celadon," Tiantus said, "I'll just cut to the chase, but would you like to come with me as an aide? After all, you are my creation..."

"How come I wasn't invited?"

"You're a Grunt. I'm a Scientist," Tiantus replied.

"Fine, I'll go with you," I said. I turned my head to see my backpack was on. It had stuff I needed in it. Pokeballs, Items, etc. Tiantus got up with a suitcase.

"What the hell is that?" I asked. The suitcase was rather large.

"Remember that Big Ass Cigar aI was telling you about. This is the largest cigar in the world. This cost me a small fortune, and I've been saving for a while," he replied.

He walked out of the office, I then followed. We took a few cases of stairs up, to the Heliport. Tiantus and I boarded the Helicopter. Tiantus strapped himself in the driver's seat and began to fly it North.

[Neo Emolga]

Neo Winterfield
Brotherhood of Steel
BOS Bunker Capricorn. Altomare, Southern Island

Morning had arrived, and already the drill Sergeants were at work with the morning training and exercises. I couldn’t help but check my inbox again and again for any messages regarding the investigation at Mossdeep. Still, I could imagine that being down there would be hell about now. People walking around, screaming, crying, whatever, there were plenty of things that were probably holding them down.

Again, they had that god-forsaken monitor again, and this time it wasn’t even by Terrance or by Maverick. I was just about to shut it off when something stopped me. I took a good look at the screen, and long and behold, Dr. Michael Trist was on the air, giving a speech regarding the recent assassination.

“Citizens of The United World Order, I am Dr. Trist. You know me as the leader of Team Soul and as a friend to all walks of life. I come to you now, as a friend, because right now in this world of confusion, we need friends.”


Typical. I remember seeing this same kind of thing during the Bitter Strike War and Operation: Freepoint when Johto had its own diplomacy problems. Still, we made it through that just fine. Regardless, the rest of the boys and I were silent and just continued watching.

Again, after more talk about the missing council members and Elite’s check-out, he then started to get to the better, more comical parts.

“I want to help us achieve these goals. Team Soul and I have declared that we will work so that tomorrow is a bright future. You know us as people of peace and of improvement. You know that we can be trusted. We have constructed your hospitals, healed your sick, fed your poor, and protected your children. Now, we come to protect our noble nation from descending into a darkness that can never be lifted. I ask you to trust us, to trust me.

From this point forward, Team Soul will be taking control of the government of The United World Order, until the rightful leaders of the nation can be found and reinstated.”

Heh, I almost laughed at that. Come on, everyone knows hospitals are built up from government taxes, people pay their own hospital bills, poor people get fed from donations by just about everyone, and before all this happened, there was the police, the military, and us, the Brotherhood of Steel to protect people. Again, even as I watched them peer at the monitor, they looked into Trist’s eyes like he was speaking in another language.

To me, it sounded like a dictatorship. Come on, I bet half the planet didn’t even know who Michael Trist was the way they knew Ryan Elite. And really, who was this guy? Eh, thirty years from now, I could just see this guy becoming another old man dreaming up wars for young men to die in.

“We do not wish to completely take over the democracy that we love dearly. Rather, we are here to temporarily manage the affairs of our world so that chaos will be eliminated and life will be saved. Under our guidance, the world will return to the prosperity it once new. We will recover what we have lost.”

Again, we had our doubts about that statement. I knew the prices for making a public broadcast like that. Obviously he wanted something out of the deal, there were no good Samaritans. And for what I knew, Team Soul was no giving tree either. They had their own ideals and their own intentions. Even if they didn’t take over the democracy, they were definitely going to want some power in the house for their contribution. And before we knew it, those newly elected leaders would just be leaders in name only. I felt it in my spine that Team Soul was going to want to call the shots.

“Together, we can work towards the rainbow of light that shines just beyond this minor storm. There is nothing we can’t do if we work together as one group, one power, one nation. I, Michael Trist, promise you that we can overcome this darkness.


For Ryan, For Freedom, and For Unity; let us save this world.”

Heh, yeah, the common public just adores cute little metaphors in diplomacy. I just picked the up the remote and shut it off. I knew we already had a stronger influence than Team Soul. For several years already, our name was known in plenty of places. We were their police, and their military. To them, Michael Trist was no different than their usual run of the mill dentist who just had an enjoyable time blowing their budget away for one newscast.

“It’s obvious Team Soul wants to take stabs at our influence proximity.” Kevin Mason, one of the senior Squires had said out loud, “I can guarantee that once he finds out about our widespread presence, he’s going to recommend to them that they put down our services in exchange for theirs.”

“Geez, Mason, for crissakes don’t make me laugh.” I told him, finding that to be total crap, “In any case, let Team Soul do their own thing and plant whatever ‘flowers of stability’ and bring forward whatever ‘light of mankind’ they want to. I really don’t care what they’re up to, we have our own objectives. I don’t know how much Trist knows about us, but that doesn’t matter. But in my eyes, weapons, manpower, and persistence are what wins wars and creates influence, not some speech probably downloaded off the Internet.”

Let Trist believe whatever he wanted to believe. I could just see Jonathan Logan rolling off his seat from this speech, and just about everyone else who knew about us. To them, Trist was just another guy.

To me, morale came from the actions, the glory, and the victory that another man beholds with his own eyes, not what he hears through a TV set…

[Tiana_M]

Name: Tiana Maña

Age: 18

Description: Tiana is a Hispanic-looking young woman whose height is 5’9’. She has curly, shoulder-length, auburn hair, which is usually held away from her face by a white fabric headband. Her eyes are a deep green-hazel. When not at a Team Soul function, to which she always wears her uniform, she wears a green tank top with long khakis, a brown overcoat, and of course the official Team Soul armband. And no matter where she goes she always wears her poke ball belt and a small canvas backpack with at least one book in it.

Personality: An out-going and independent, girl who enjoys hanging with her friends, many of which are also a part of Team Soul. Although she is not usually a leader, Tiana can work well under stress, is very observant, and can think on her feet. She does like to be alone sometimes, who doesn’t? During the time that she takes away from everyone she usually reads, or trains with her pokemon. Her last name is Spanish and means dexterous and cunning, both of which she can quickly become when necessary or when she is intrigued.

Background: Tiana was born to Teresa Maña, a single mother. Her mother was single because her father, whose name she doesn’t know, had left her mother when he found out about the child. Until she was seven she lived with her mother in the outskirts of Saffron City. Her mother worked most of the day and so when she was old enough, Tiana had gone to school. When Tiana was seven her mother was walking home one night and was hit by a drunk driver. The car and driver sustained no damage and were never found. Tiana went to her mother’s good friend Marth, whom at first Tiana would not talk to and would barely be polite with. Then, on her eighth birthday, Marth gave her a pokemon and began to help Tiana train with it, after that Tiana loved Marth like a father, though she could never bring herself to call him by anything other than Marth. The pokemon was an Eevee, whom she named Manda. Whenever she could, she would take Manda out with her and challenge as many trainers as she could. She would also go to the city gym and fight the trainers there. In this way she made most of her friends. At the age of ten, Tiana went on her pokemon journey. Her aim was that of everyone else’s; to become a pokemon master and so, she set off in search of other pokemon as well as badges. After six years of training and winning badges, Tiana began to weary of traveling. Not sure how to continue, she decided she would return to her roots. So she began her journey back to Saffron. When she arrived in Saffron, Tiana found that much had changed, her adoptive father, Marth had succeeded Sabrina as the new Gym leader and he had helped to found Team Soul. Upon trying to contact Marth, Tiana could find only old records and no one seemed to know where he was now. So she decided that she would try to obtain one last badge. She battled her way through all of Marth’s trainers, with her face hidden and when she finally reached Marth, she had planned to reveal herself before the match but, in the end, she decided to go through it without him knowing it was her, and so disguised her voice as well by using a heavy accent. The battle was tough and it took all her pokemon had as well as all of her cunning, but she won. As he was handing over the badge, she finally took off the scarf she had used to hide her face, and told him who she was. Marth welcomed Tiana back with open arms and brought her to Team Soul. Today she is held in high opinion by everyone on the team who knows her, and not because she is Marth’s adopted daughter. The two of them decided together that it would be preferable if this fact were kept secret, for multiple reasons. There is only one other who knows their secret; his name is Isaac. Once Tiana had joined the team, Marth insisted that she take lessons in the arts of battle from Issac. Tiana came to look forward to her daily training sessions with Isaac, as they had become great friends, and Tiana soon came to hope that she meant more to Isaac than just a friend, for she had fallen in love with him. Soon enough, Tiana found that Isaac had also come to love her. The two quickly became almost inseparable, they are together as often as their daily schedules allow. Tiana knows that Isaac would give anything to protect her and she would do the same for him. Their bond is strong and nothing, not even death can break it.

Pokemon: Espeon (Manda;♀), Noctowl (Noche;♂), Raichu (Rayo;♂), Rapidash (Falla;♀), Misdreavus (Pícaro;♀), and Metagross (Acero;♂)

Team: Team Soul

Other: Ever since she began training with Isaac, Tiana wakes at dawn and goes through the exercises she has been taught to keep her limber and in shape. Although she does not specialize in anything her dexterity and willingness to learn allows her to do anything she puts her mind to.

[Raddstealth316]

OOC: Marth don't bunny my character, I have to speak for myself. : /. But it's alright this time :p. And it's not 'Elite HQ' it's 'Soul HQ' :tongue:

Team Soul Meeting Room

Isaac was welcomed inside the meeting room and sat down rather nervously.

He took the drink in his hand but did not sip it. He just wanted something to hold on to. His eyes flicked up as he saw Michael Trist's face appear on the Tv screen. Dr. Trist was the one who saw in Isaac into Team Soul, after Master Rye had sent him there. After all these years though he still didn't know him too well. His thoughts though shut of immeadiately as Dr Trist began his talk.

For the duration of the speech, he sat in awe at the way Dr. Trist had taken control of this situation. Not only had he appeared to have calmed the citizens but also bring Team Soul to a point of govermental control which would benefit others...

The screen switched to the main broadcaster but now everyone's eyes had left it and was darting around the room. There was so many more questions to answer...

"What now?" he found himself asking out loud to his team mates at the meeting room table. Surely he would get to the bottom of this by the end of the meeting.

[Incongruity]

C.i.B.ORG Headquarters, Celadon

sk sat in the foremost seat. All the directors were out, he was the only senior official there. But he would see to it that everyone would be at the meeting. Satellite video conference was insecure, but it would do.

Some of the members had come in already, taking a seat as far from sk as possible. They knew something was wrong. He was eerily quiet, just staring at a TV screen.

He had been replaying Trist's speech since the messenger had left. It was on every channel. It was being repeated on every channel. It would be repeated on every channel, because it was the only news that anyone cared for at the time.

It would distract the news from C.i.B.ORG of course... That would be good news. Until they discuss the suspects. Sk didn't know what they would say. He didn't know if his corporation had done anything.

He was worried. Human nature would have inevitably lead to an event like this, whether it be an assassination, a war, a riot, a mass killing.... But sk knew it wasn't the time. He was being patient, just waiting to forge a society that would release the inhibitions caused by the false hope of peace.

But now wasn't the time.

Of course, it wasn't all bad. Soul was weak. It was unstable. It would be an easier takeover... The amount of power needed when Ryan was president was overkill compared to what would be needed now..

Despite sk's thoughts, he was well aware of what was going on behind him. People were gathering, some standing because they did not want to be the closest to what they knew would become sk's wrath. But the room wasn't nearly full yet.

It wasn't time. Everyone was to be there. There would be no secrecy.

[HKim]

Name: Tiana Maña

Age: 18

Description: Tiana is a Hispanic-looking young woman whose height is 5’9’. She has curly, shoulder-length, auburn hair, which is usually held away from her face by a white fabric headband. Her eyes are a deep green-hazel. When not at a Team Soul function, to which she always wears her uniform, she wears a green tank top with long khakis, a brown overcoat, and of course the official Team Soul armband. And no matter where she goes she always wears her poke ball belt and a small canvas backpack with at least one book in it.

Personality: An out-going and independent, girl who enjoys hanging with her friends, many of which are also a part of Team Soul. Although she is not usually a leader, Tiana can work well under stress, is very observant, and can think on her feet. She does like to be alone sometimes, who doesn’t? During the time that she takes away from everyone she usually reads, or trains with her pokemon. Her last name is Spanish and means dexterous and cunning, both of which she can quickly become when necessary or when she is intrigued.

Background: Tiana was born to Teresa Maña, a single mother. Her mother was single because her father, whose name she doesn’t know, had left her mother when he found out about the child. Until she was seven she lived with her mother in the outskirts of Saffron City. Her mother worked most of the day and so when she was old enough, Tiana had gone to school. When Tiana was seven her mother was walking home one night and was hit by a drunk driver. The car and driver sustained no damage and were never found. Tiana went to her mother’s good friend Marth, whom at first Tiana would not talk to and would barely be polite with. Then, on her eighth birthday, Marth gave her a pokemon and began to help Tiana train with it, after that Tiana loved Marth like a father, though she could never bring herself to call him by anything other than Marth. The pokemon was an Eevee, whom she named Manda. Whenever she could, she would take Manda out with her and challenge as many trainers as she could. She would also go to the city gym and fight the trainers there. In this way she made most of her friends. At the age of ten, Tiana went on her pokemon journey. Her aim was that of everyone else’s; to become a pokemon master and so, she set off in search of other pokemon as well as badges. After six years of training and winning badges, Tiana began to weary of traveling. Not sure how to continue, she decided she would return to her roots. So she began her journey back to Saffron. When she arrived in Saffron, Tiana found that much had changed, her adoptive father, Marth had succeeded Sabrina as the new Gym leader and he had helped to found Team Soul. Upon trying to contact Marth, Tiana could find only old records and no one seemed to know where he was now. So she decided that she would try to obtain one last badge. She battled her way through all of Marth’s trainers, with her face hidden and when she finally reached Marth, she had planned to reveal herself before the match but, in the end, she decided to go through it without him knowing it was her, and so disguised her voice as well by using a heavy accent. The battle was tough and it took all her pokemon had as well as all of her cunning, but she won. As he was handing over the badge, she finally took off the scarf she had used to hide her face, and told him who she was. Marth welcomed Tiana back with open arms and brought her to Team Soul. Today she is held in high opinion by everyone on the team who knows her, and not because she is Marth’s adopted daughter. The two of them decided together that it would be preferable if this fact were kept secret, for multiple reasons. There is only one other who knows their secret; his name is Isaac. Once Tiana had joined the team, Marth insisted that she take lessons in the arts of battle from Issac. Tiana came to look forward to her daily training sessions with Isaac, as they had become great friends, and Tiana soon came to hope that she meant more to Isaac than just a friend, for she had fallen in love with him. Soon enough, Tiana found that Isaac had also come to love her. The two quickly became almost inseparable, they are together as often as their daily schedules allow. Tiana knows that Isaac would give anything to protect her and she would do the same for him. Their bond is strong and nothing, not even death can break it.

Pokemon: Espeon (Manda;♀), Noctowl (Noche;♂), Raichu (Rayo;♂), Rapidash (Falla;♀) (Proeza;♂), Misdreavus (Pícaro;♀), and Metagross (Acero;♂)

Team: Team Soul

Other: Ever since she began training with Isaac, Tiana wakes at dawn and goes through the exercises she has been taught to keep her limber and in shape. Although she does not specialize in anything her dexterity and willingness to learn allows her to do anything she puts her mind to.


Tiana, you're form is approved. Welcome to the War Roleplay.

[Tiana_M]

Kanto: Team Soul HQ

Tiana was in her personal quarters going through one of the excercises Isaac has taught her when she heard her computer beeping. She recognized it as the beep that meant she had mail. She completed the exercise for Isaac had always told Tiana to finish what she started. When she was done a few minutes later, Tiana walked over to her computer and opened her mailbox. The message was from her father, Marth. It was short and to the point as always. Tiana I'm holding a meeting in the meeting room and I think you should be here. I love you sweetheart. Tiana closed the window and shut down her computer. She then shenged from her workout clothes into her official Team Soul uniform and put on her pokeball belt. "Come on Manda, let's go see what's up." She said to the Espeon who had been sleeping on her bed. I hope this meeting doesn't interfere with my plans for tonight. Tiana thought as she walked down the hall to the elevator.

Once the elevator had reached the floor with the meeting room, Tiana went straight there, with Manda following. When she arrived, she sat down next to Issac who had already seated himself but she didn't get a chance to say anything because at that moment Marth turned up the volume on the TV which had been turned on and Michael Trist was on the screen making a speech. When the speech was over, everyone there was looking around and Isaac said, "What now?"

[Marth]

Team Soul meeting room
"There is a lot to do and we have precius time. We're going to search for clues about the Crystals in the Ruins of Alph, and we're also going to find the missing president assistants. Chad will come with me to the Ruins; Tiana will go to Johto, in the HQ in Goldenrod, Isaac will check in Rustboro. Josh will access Orre's main computer from here. Sarah will check in the Orange Islands. Michael will use our personal to look in Kanto. Any objections?" I spoke loud and clear. A small detail could ruin the entire operation. After nobody objected, I continued.

"Go undercover. I don't think they know about us yet, but we can never be too careful. If you have any questions, now is the time."
After I replied some questions from Isaac and Chirs, I finalized:
"We depart tomorrow at 800 hours. Most of you have flying Pokémon, I'll teleport with Alakazam with Chad to the ruins. You may leave to prepare your trip, we will re-encounter here in three days. Keep your GPS on. And Chris... you can now do your work here."

I told Chad to wait for me. I told him I choosed him to come with me because of his observing skills.
"You will find things that nobody else could se" I added.
We took the elevator to the storage room. A variety of smells filled my nose when I opened the door.
"This place smells... odd. I hope there are the costumes we're looking for here" i pointed out.
Chad turned the lights on, and the most unique objects were in front of our eyes...

[paperfairy]

NAME: JUSTIN
CODENAME: PAPERFAIRY
TEAM: DARK ANGEL RENEGADE KNIGHTS
LOCATION: VICTORY ROAD, EVER GRANDE CITY, HOENN REGION

“Let’s finish this up Starmie. Use Thunderbolt.”

The purple star Pokémon shot electricity from its tips, striking the enemy. It was a turquoise colored Pokémon, about two feet in height. Its hair was yellow, and it had large red eyes. After the electricity surged through its body, it quickly fell onto the floor. It was unconscious.

“That was quick. Good thing too.”

Suddenly, something in Justin’s pocket began to beep a familiar tune. The song was known to many as the Pokémon League theme. Justin reached into his trench coat, and pulled out a purple, rectangular device. It was a Nintendo DS. On the cover, the following words were imprinted into it:

Dark Angels: Renegade Knights
Paperfairy

He flipped it open, and the top screen displayed a message. The message had a picture of a Starmie on it, and small blue bar near the bottom. On the left side of the bar, it read: Level 82. The right side of the bar read Level 83. The bar was about six sevenths full. The message said:

Starmie has gained 56 Experience Points from battling Machop.

“Hmph. Worthless.” Replied Justin.

As he was about to place the machine back into its rightful place, the device beeped again. Justin sighed, and flipped it open again. This time, the words LUNCH flashed on the screen. He nodded to himself, closed the DS, and put it away.

“Sorry Starmie. Training is over.”

Justin then held out a small sphere, and tapped the sides. It shot out a red laser, which made contact with Starmie. The light engulfed Starmie, and brought it back into the ball. Justin pressed a button on the front, making the ball grow much smaller. Justin placed the ball inside his coat straps, and continued walking forward.

Ever since he joined D.A.R.K., Justin stopped training at Mt. Battle, and began training in Victory Road. Many of the Pokémon were quite powerful. However, some of them like the Machop he just battled were not enough to reach Justin’s goals.

He began walking towards the left most walls. On the ground near the walls, were four squares arranged in a Dance Dance Revolution format. Justin placed his feet on the respective squares, and began moving them from one square to the next. He suddenly stopped, and looked around, making sure nobody was watching. When he was sure, Justin jumped. This caused the floor underneath him to give away, and Justin fell downwards into a long, silver tunnel. After landing, Justin stood in front of two metal doors. The walls around him were all composed of dirt and rock- 100% natural. Justin approached the doors in front of him, and a small port came out of the wall. Justin pulled out his DS and plugged in into the port, via the recharge socket. Using the DS touch screen, Justin typed in the following words:

Paperfairy

Pokeballsareyourmother

Upon typing this, Justin took his DS out the socket, and the port went back into the walls. Another object came out of the wall, which was a keypad. Justin quickly punched in 031792, and hit a large green button that read ENTER. Suddenly, the keypad receded into the wall, and the two metal doors opened up.

“Welcome to the D.A.R.K. Headquarters.” Announced a mono-tone voice.

“Now for the cafeteria…” Justin thought.

[Lord Celebi]

Over Celadon
"Are we almost there?" I asked.
"Yes. We're over Celadon, there's C.i.B.ORG's Helipad. And there's some angry protesters," Tiantus said. He flew the Helicopter down onto the Landing Pad and hopped out with his suitcase. He flashed his ID card to a guard. I then jumped out.

"He's my aide," Tiantus said, pointing to me. The guard shook his yes. We went down the stairs to the board room. sk was sitting in the foremost seat, with all the other people at least 9 feet away from him. He had tow empty chairs next to him. Tiantus took the chair next to sk. I sat next to Tiantus.

Tiantus opened his suit case. In there was a very large cigar. He picked it up, but had a little trouble.

"rust, Lighter," He said.

Tiantus put the cigar in his mouth. I opened a hatch on my right themb, and a lighter lit up. I lit Tiantus cigar, and closed and locked my thumb. Tiantus started smoking, and puffing the smoke away from sk.

"About my cybernetic operation," Tiantus said to sk.

[Josh]

Team Soul Headquarters
Meeting Room
Saffron City
Josh was listening on his instructions. To gain access to the Orre main computer via their own computers was his mission.
"Wait," Josh said before Marth could go. "What do you want me to do after I have gained access? Just leave the access point open? And do you want me to use our main computer?" the boy really had no idea.

[Finch]

SS Aqua from Olivine to Slateport

Gazing out over the water from the ship's deck, Finch could see dry land up ahead. Slateport City was almost upon him, and the time was 0600 hours, on the 6th of June: the day he was scheduled to report to his superiors. He made his way to the lower decks in order to prepare to depart the vessel.

The ship's sound system echoed through the corridors of the cabins. They had stopped. Finch once again hoisted his bag onto his back, then returned his key and strolled out onto land, where he saw.. yup, more bike racks. This time, though, none of them were his. Well, not officially his.

"Come out, Scizor"

Finch decided that he would claim the two-wheeled vehicle as his own. He commanded his steel bug pokemon to use slash on the chain which locked it, and the Scizor's claw sliced straight through the cold, hard metal.

"Great! Return."

He got on the bicycle, not even glancing to see if anyone had noticed his thievery, and began to pedal north, to his destination. He had never met the master puppeteer in person. No initiates ever had. But if he could convince his superiors he was worthy, it was possible he could even get the promotion he needed, to further share in the power promised by his leader. For if he could gain the trust of the master puppeteer, there would be no telling what other awesome stuff he'd be able to do, he thought.

With a smirk, the young trainer pedalled harder.

[Half a Dollar]

Just outside D.A.R.K base, Victory Road

Nick got a call from a soldier of the D.A.R.K. The soldier over the phone says "Officer Nick, come back to base at once. We are having lunch." "Do I have to?" Nick said in reply. "Yes." the soldier said. The soldier then hanged up. Nick then called his Bannete to come, and Bannete was sent back into the Pokeball. Nick then went up to one of the rocks outside the base. He put his hand on it, and the rock turned into a brownish computer screen. A voice asked "What is your name?" Nick answered "Nick." Then the computer asked for the password. Nick then type on the computer:

pokemonkthxbai

Then computer then accepted the password and a wall next to it opened up. Team D.A.R.K base.

[Marth]

OOC: This is a retroactive post to answer Chris.

IC:
Team Soul Meeting Room
Before I went out with Chad, Chris asked me to clarify my instructions. I sendsed his emotions: Confusion. I hadn't been clear enough, so I replied...
"You must search for information about the location of the missing council members. Do that tomorrow. For now, you can do a routine check in the main computer. Chad will escort you out of the building in a few minutes. I hope that's clear enough." I answered calmly. Chris nooded, so I followed my way onto the elevator.

[Marill]

Team Soul Headquarters

The sensation of being overwhelmed had engulfed Chad after the speech. Not only did Dr. Trist deserve numerous accolades for attempting to stabilize the world, he was a good man with a great heart. He was admirable, honorable, and just. There was no one quite like him, which in turn made him a rarity. However, Chad had often aspired to emulate him and his ways, as they were great guidelines to live your life by.

After finishing viewing the grand uplifting speech, Chad arose from the black leather chair to saunter across the blue mosaics that lay on the floor in the meeting room. At the end of his walk within the confines of the meeting room, he accompanied Marth, an influential member of Team Soul, to the elevator. The elevator zipped up and down the headquarters for what seemed to be at least a thousand times a day. Although it had been used frequently, it never let Team Soul’s members down, as it rapidly shot them up or fired them down to wherever their desired destination.

Chad and Marth stepped off the elevator as its silver doors split open, allowing accessibility into an odd smelling room. The specific section of the room the two were in smelt of dirt, clay and rock, all which intrigued Chad’s mind. Putting two and two together, he realized that these were the archeologist suits of previous Team Soul investigations. Though he could sense them with his nose, he wasn’t able to find them quickly.

Chad moved around dozens of cardboard boxes, opening them and shutting them, wondering what would be encased within. It was as if he were eating a box of chocolates; he never knew what he was going to find. It seemed an eternity had passed as Chad strived on looking for the suits. The occasional sweat drop fell upon his face, indicating his hard work.

Finally, he found a peculiar brown box with a magnifying glass icon drawn upon it. Peering downward, he discovered the suits that had taken him so long to find. He smiled, expressed amusement, and gazed upon Marth, signifying he had found them. Chad kneeled down and picked up the box, placed it his hands, and implied that he was ready to go up as he tilted his head towards the elevator.

Chad and Marth shot up in the elevator with the costumes on board. When the elevator once again opened, Chad was delegated the task of escorting a member out of the building, and then going to sleep so he would be well rested for the upcoming mission. As he complied with the orders, Marth had proceeded onto his office, seemingly silent. The only action Marth performed was a nod when Chad inquired if he should place the box in Marth’s office.

Chad performed each assignment, and the latter he thoroughly enjoyed. Stretching upon a bed in the Pokémon Center of Saffron, Chad fell into a deep slumber. Dreaming of himself in a united world, Chad envisioned himself smiling, as the one of the most colossal goals in his life had been achieved.

[~* Esper *~]

Celadon: C.i.B.ORG Headquarters, Outside


Esper was a good person. He had grown up with more than most people could ever dream of in their entire lives. He went to formal parties, visited the town's country club, played a bit of golf with the CEO's of different companies. He life was like an extravagant daydream, only tangible. Only, inside, he was a bit too sheltered, not having been exposed to many of what was seemed as the "freaks" of society, the ones who wouldn't conform, the ones who had individualistic morals and goals. He lived a world like that of a plastic bubble, keeping the good things in and the bad things out, way out. But, as he got older, he realized what was beyond his previous boundaries, what the world was really like, and it hit him, it hit him hard. As all of this started to sink in, it happened, President Ryan Elite was murdered. Chaos broke loose, as could've only been expected, but so did he. He became a different person. The nice, sweet young man that everyone knew was gone. He met up with C.i.B.ORG one night right outside of Saffron, while they were trying to steal a rival companies products to detach, and make their own. So, from then on, he was one of them, and he loved, he loved it all so much ...


Protesters had gotten wind of what C.i.B.ORG was doing and what bill the president was supposed to deny, the one of aUGMENT, the process in which metallic parts would be fused to pokemon to enhance their abilities and powers. esper was good with computers, and because of his psychic abilities, he was an asset to the team, and didn't mind taking care of the dirty work. As the protesters began to get larger and larger in numbers, they started to attack the HQ, and the police could only do so much. So Esper took it upon himself to deal with these hooligans. As the walked out the front door, he barely had time to react as his instincts took over because of a clear beer bottle with alcohol left in it being occupied with a fiery cloth was thrown at his face. As he reflexively put his hand up, the bottle glowed with a dark blue outline as it freezed in midair. The protesters stopped for a second as he guided the bottle slowly to the ground, then the barrage began. Quickly, he threw his arms back, criss-crossed behind his back, and took two pokeballs out, and flung with arms straight out and down and let go. The balls hit the ground, opening and letting out a flash of red light releasing two pokemon. To his left, his Medicham appeared, and to his right came his Metagross.

"Medicham and Metagross, quickly, stop the bottles using Confusion," he exclaimed. Medicham's three dots on its forehead glowed brighty a light blue and Metagross's "X" on his face and his eyes, with the same color. Esper, too, raised both his hands, closing them to where they looked like claws and focused. Suddenly, it was as if time had stopped and all the rotten food, pieces of scrap and the bottle bombs had stopped. The crowd grew silent for a moment.

"Metagross and Medicham, into the dumpster," he screamed still focusing. As they rearranged their focus, looking to the right, they made the rubble form into one single line and levitate toward the dumpster, throwing it into the giant green cart and closing the top. Looking back at the protesters, they all had stopped throwing things, but they didn't stop yelling and screaming.

As Esper started to return inside, the star emblem started to glow white, almost like a strobe light, beeping as well. That was one of his personal inventions, communicators inside t-shirts. Touching it, he put his ear next to it to hear the urgent message, it waqs a grunt...

"Sir, SK needs you right now in the main meeting room for a very necessary meeting, the top floor office, sir," he said, almost like a telephone marketer."

We never use that room, he thought as he looked straight up, it'll take way too long to use the elevator, he concluded. Immediately, he knew what he could do.

"Medicham, get on top of Metagross, and Metagross, fold your arms and hover," he commanded as he jumped onto Metagross back, and sat down right in front of Medicham, "Now, focus really hard on the top story, picturing the room, the meeting room, and ... Teleport !", he screamed. Right as he screamed that, all three of them grew brighter and brighter, and then, in a flash, they dematerialized and were gone. Reemerging inside the meeting room where everyone was, he quickly got off of Metagross, and quietly made them return to their pokeballs. He promptly went to his chair, the one second away from SK's and started to look through his files that were placed almost like a placemat for dinner ...

[Marth]

Team Soul Storage Room
After several minutes of searching, Chad found a box with the suits we were looking for. That proved once again my trust in him: He's able to see things that nobody else can, and has a sharp develope in his senses.

It would have taken me days finding those suits. There's a big mess in the storage room; we have so many different objects, they could be sold for a fortune to anyone. The room didn't have proper illumination; one bulb is not working correctly. Once Chad grabbed the box with the costumes, I smiled satisfied, and said as we went to the hallway to take the elevator.
"Perfect. Now, Chad, let me explain you what we're going to do"
I told him about the future plans, and where we were going to met the following day.

"...At seven in the morning, if possible. All right?" I added as the cold metal doors opened.
He only asked me what should he do with Josh.
"I told him you would escort him home. Do that, I'll finish some stuff in my office." I said as he departed towards the main computer hall. I closed the elevator door, and went in front of my office. I gave the mental password to the door, and as I walked into my office I stumbled on something dark, hairy and kinda...


"Houndoom! You're not supposed to sleep in the entrance of my office. I almost fell because of your fault" I scolded the lazy dog.
- I fell asleep waiting for you. I'm hungry, let's go home.-- He mumbled in my mind.
After closing the door, I walked to a certain place in my office. The teletransported activated, but it would not transfer me until I gave another mental password.
-Don't you want to go home? Hurry up and get close to me.--
He didn't need me telling him twice, he almost ran with me. When I felt his touch in my knee, I thought the password: "Lemon Drops", and seconds later I was in my appartment.

-I don't like teleporting. It's like when I travel with Alakazam...I shiver everytime I fly in the sky as energy.- Houndoom complained as he walked to his food bowl, pushed with his paw the food button, and he was devouring a big piece of Pork Ribs instants later. The lights turned on as he did so.
-Easy, you don't want another stomachache. And as for teleporting, I find it very useful. You can teleport yourself from one city to another without any risks. It sure helps a lot with the base; nobody has ever seen me walking out of the ancient wall. Not even Tiana. Talking about her, where is she right now?- I thought.

I took out my cellphone and dialed her number. It sent me to the voice recorder... that meant she was with...
-Yes, Marth. She's with Isaac now. I saw both of them in the elevator. Get over it.- Houndoom sniggered.
-It's a shame that you can speak even when your mouth is full.- I replied sarcastically. -But I guess you're right, I should get over it.- I added.

Minutes later, I was in my bed, staring at my ceiling: A perfect replica of the sky at night. The stars give the illusion of sleeping in the open field.
The last thing I saw was the constellation of Mewtwo...

[Karisuma-Teichou]

NOTICE: The minimum post length requiment has been changed from 5 sentence to 300 words. That does NOT include your location title. All posts in the Role Play starting now must meet the 300 word requirement.

Your Role Play Judge Idiot: Shane!

[Kenny_C.002]

Name: Kev Guay/Seraph Suwabara
Age: 19
Gender: male/male
Team: Team Soul
Physical Description: Kev is a 5' 11" man with short, jet hair, with a rather weak physical fitness. He wears rather small oval eyeglasses covering his boyish brown eyes. He wears the standard uniform of Team Soul. Seraph has more menacing eyes, which seems unfitting for a boyish looking man.

Personality: Kev is intelligent and kind, and he is essentially a "wimp" when it came to commanding pokemon, as he would rather just become their friends, with a relationship similar to man and dog, than trainer and pokemon. Seraph is relentless, strong, and demanding. He is never to underestimate an opponent and would always push his pokemon to their absolute limit. Rather than a relationship similar to that of a man and a dog, he'd rather have a relationship similar to a drill sergeant and his trainees.

History: Kev was drafted as one of the "lackeys" within Team Soul, and generally doesn't play a large role in the planning of the war, but among the soldiers he is known to be as fierce as a tiger. The menace in his eyes generally show themselves during battle and the like, and thus not many suspected the question of Kev's history.

Kev was born into the world a simple person, and became a simple "nerd" obsessed with computers and the like. It was until the war began when he had experienced strange symptoms of passing out on the battlefield, ever since the day when his house was burned down due to an unfortunate accident. And he does have the strange ability to not remember what happened during that time.

He had not a single oppurtunity to enter higher education after some home schooling, and he entered the academy for Team Soul after barely passing the entrance test, perscribed by Trist. In class, he was a relatively week member, and contributed little other than envy Issac or show expert pokemon handling at times. That was about it as he graduated in the middle of the class, nothing big, but certainly not too weak (well he did nearly fail all of the physical portions of the training program).

Notes on Seraph:
He seems to be incredible in terms of pokemon commanding, and he is also able to defend himself if needed be at times (no drill sergeant should be without power to begin with ;)), but he seems to be very reliable during the times when he would show up.

Pokemon:
Smeargle
This was Kev's first pokemon, and was seasoned to be quite a fighting machine, perscribed by Seraph. It was not known whether this smeargle had powers that surpassed those within the curve, but certainly this smeargle was not to be taken lightly.

Aerodatyl
Seraph's pokemon, unknown to Kev when first gotten. The prehistoric pokemon was given to Seraph as an ante from a certainy battle with a visitor to the academy. The winning pokemon happened to be Smeargle.

Other: Kev's symptoms suggest that he has dissociative personality disorder. Personality switches during combat or random times.

[HKim]

Kanto: Saffron City: Media Tower


The cameras switched off as Michael ended his speech. For second, Michael sighed with relief as he finished his lines without hesitation. However, this reprieve lasted only momentarily. Michael knew that now the important work was to begin.

Slowly Michael stood up and gathered up his papers. Unfortunately, at the same time, a swarm of media personnel came down upon him and pushed several cameras and microphones into his face.

Michael put up his hands to shield himself from the reporters. “Please, please, no questions. I have to get to the UWO Center to deal with this crisis.”

As usual, his requests fell on deaf ears and once again he forced himself through the crowd until he finally managed to reach two of his assistants that stood right outside the media room. Without being told, they immediately set about protecting Michael from the crowd. One of them blocked the reporters from Michael while the other quickly pushed Michael through the double doors and down the hallway to the elevator.

“Thank you, Henry,” said Michael. “I don’t know how I would have escaped without your help.”

“It was no problem, Doctor.” Henry responded in his usual politeness.

The elevator door opened and the two of them quickly dashed inside and watched the doors close just as the media finally broke past Michael’s other assistant, Tesse. The elevator ride was relatively brief and shortly thereafter opened up to the lobby floor.

Unwilling to risk the chance of another media attack, Michel Trist quickly crossed the lobby to the revolving door entrance. Just outside the tall building awaited his white car. Michael quickly opened the door to the backseat and climbed in while Henry walked around to the driver’s seat at the front. The two quickly closed the doors and strapped themselves in before Henry started the car and pulled into the street.

“Henry, we’re a little late, so try to drive a bit faster. I have a meeting scheduled with the senior staff at the UWO Center and I don’t want to keep them waiting. After all, if they think I’m irresponsible, then their trust in Team Soul will also waver.”

“Okay Doctor, I’ll try to get us there on time.”

Michael could fell the car slightly speed up along the street. However, he needed to turn his attention to the meeting preparation rather than the car.

Immediately he reached down and pulled up his briefcase that he left in the car earlier. He opened it up after keying in the four digit combination, 6505. As the brown cover lifted up, Michael could see his neatly organized files and documents that he needed. He efficiently placed his speech papers inside the top pocket and pulled out the official public report on the world that members of Team Soul composed for him earlier.

He mused over these papers for awhile, recalling his plan for the meeting with the UWO officials. While this wasn’t the first time he met with them (the first being the meeting where they approved Team Soul’s control over the UWO), it would be the first meeting in which they discussed how they would help the world recover from this tragedy. Michael knew that while these leaders were both skilled and trustworthy, they lacked the organization needed to run the government. It was understandable, since never before in history had there been a time when the entire UWO core leadership disappeared. There was no precedent to help guide these officials. Luckily for them, Team Soul had the ability to take control of the situation and would willingly and easily help the UWO return to stability and prosperity.

Michael reviewed the key points he wanted to talk about and slowly placed his documents back inside his suitcase and closed it. He watched through the window as the car approached The United World Order Center, the heart of the government. There, the president and the council coordinated all the workings of each region into one finely tuned instrument. Now, even though both the council chamber and the president’s office were empty, it would once again be the center of activity. Michael would make sure of that.

The car quickly pulled into the parking lot and after a quick identification check by the guards, parked in front of the Center. Michael, slowly opened the door and stepped out. He glanced upward towards the magnificent white building, tracing its columns and multiple stories that laced upwards towards a magnificent tower with a clock.

As the clock indicated, Michael was on time for the meeting. Likewise, the meeting was on time for the world.

[Neo Emolga]

Neo Winterfield
Brotherhood of Steel
BOS Bunker Capricorn. Altomare, Southern Island

I knew this wasn’t the answer. Michael Trist, suddenly becoming king of the planet with no election or account of ever holding an official political office? Nah, that was just something I wasn’t going to accept. Dictators never get people anywhere. I was already well aware that to Team Soul, they were probably throwing a massive cocktail party because of this. Yet, I saw absolutely no reason to rejoice over something like this. This was nothing to be partying about in my opinion.

I picked my transceiver out of my pocket, and then contacted Maverick. He was a tightwad at times, but he was dependable.

“Yes, sir?” Maverick asked, his voice a bit shrouded by the static.

“Maverick, I want you to send a special report to the every city that we’re associated with, and who relies on Brotherhood protection.” I told him carefully, “Tell the council of each city that if they want to continue to receive protection from the Brotherhood, they must refuse to acknowledge Michael Trist as the new official world leader, and in no way regard any of his actions as legitimate. We’ve had ties with these people for years, I don’t want them to think Trist can easily just swallow up our cause by doing this. As for me, I’m contacting Jonathan Logan personally.”

“Copy that.” Maverick replied with confidence, “I’ll get right on it.”

Then, I shut off my radio. Shortly after, I headed to my desk, grabbed the phone and dialed the number to reach Jonathan Logan. After I held the phone to my ear, I then came in contact with his receptionist.

“Hello, you’ve reached the office of Mr. Logan, can I help you?” She asked.

“It’s Commander Winterfield of the Brotherhood.” I told her, “I want to talk to Logan.”

Then, the call was then redirected to his office, and after a few seconds, I heard him pick up.

“Winterfield?” Jonathan Logan asked me with curiosity, “About time you called. Seems like the whole planet is going upside down.”

“Look, I need for you to pay no mind to all that.” I told Logan, “I don’t have anything against Team Soul, they have good intentions but their way of going about settling this whole botched up hellhole is out of line. If they try to call or persuade you to joining their unity, I want you to decline. If you decide to ignore my precaution, then I won’t be responsible to whatever happens to your town. As far as I know, Team Soul is not the new United World Order and they’re out of their minds if they think they can get everyone to honestly believe that.”

“Are you kidding?” Logan asked in shock, “For Pete’s sake look outside. Already I’ve had to send multiple special requests to one of your Paladins for to help suppress two of the riots that have already broken out. These people have no idea who Michael Trist is and they think its total baloney that he’s the one who is sitting in that office for the moment.”

That made me stop for a moment. I took a deep breath, and the first thing I saw was the remote. Then, my heart started beating furiously. I slowly approached it, and grabbed the rectangular piece of plastic in my grip. I then slowly pointed it toward the monitor, and turned the television on. What I saw stirred a cold and sick feeling in my stomach…

Protest. Arguments. Anarchy. I saw their banners and their homemade colored signs. Fuchsia City, the first city I saw under special media coverage was hell in living color. Again, none of them wanted Michael Trist in power of the UWO. Cars were being turned over, people were screaming, each of them with the look that Michael Trist was nothing but a dictator. I knew it would happen. I knew something like this would come…

“Logan…” I told him in a solemn voice, “Tell your people that you reject Trist as the UWO’s leader. We’ll try to calm them down a bit if we can.”

“With all intents and purposes, Neo.” Logan told me in a firm voice, “Because I don’t stand for him either. He may think most of Kanto will be willing to follow his plan, but I can tell you right now, the rest of the world will not vouch on that same behalf. Some don’t think of Team Soul the way some of those people at Kanto do.”

I then told him goodbye and hung up the phone. I couldn’t believe it. Damn, why the hell did he make such a reckless mistake like that? No consent of the people, no recommendations, no effort to try and stop the current chaos. What the hell was he thinking!?

I immediately got on the line with a few other of my informants. I knew I was going to need more than just Maverick to get around to every city that had a pact with the Brotherhood of Steel.

I just shut my eyes and winced. I didn’t want to say it, but things had just gotten far worse than they did before…

[HKim]

Name: Kev Guay/Seraph Suwabara
Age: 19
Gender: male/male
Team: Team Soul
Physical Description: Kev is a 5' 11" man with short, jet hair, with a rather weak physical fitness. He wears rather small oval eyeglasses covering his boyish brown eyes. He wears the standard uniform of Team Soul. Seraph has more menacing eyes, which seems unfitting for a boyish looking man.

Personality: Kev is intelligent and kind, and he is essentially a "wimp" when it came to commanding pokemon, as he would rather just become their friends, with a relationship similar to man and dog, than trainer and pokemon. Seraph is relentless, strong, and demanding. He is never to underestimate an opponent and would always push his pokemon to their absolute limit. Rather than a relationship similar to that of a man and a dog, he'd rather have a relationship similar to a drill sergeant and his trainees.

History: Kev was drafted as one of the "lackeys" within Team Soul, and generally doesn't play a large role in the planning of the war, but among the soldiers he is known to be as fierce as a tiger. The menace in his eyes generally show themselves during battle and the like, and thus not many suspected the question of Kev's history.

Kev was born into the world a simple person, and became a simple "nerd" obsessed with computers and the like. It was until the war began when he had experienced strange symptoms of passing out on the battlefield, ever since the day when his house was burned down due to an unfortunate accident. And he does have the strange ability to not remember what happened during that time.

He had not a single oppurtunity to enter higher education after some home schooling, and he entered the academy for Team Soul after barely passing the entrance test, perscribed by Trist. In class, he was a relatively week member, and contributed little other than envy Issac or show expert pokemon handling at times. That was about it as he graduated in the middle of the class, nothing big, but certainly not too weak (well he did nearly fail all of the physical portions of the training program).

Notes on Seraph:
He seems to be incredible in terms of pokemon commanding, and he is also able to defend himself if needed be at times (no drill sergeant should be without power to begin with ;)), but he seems to be very reliable during the times when he would show up.

Pokemon:
Smeargle
This was Kev's first pokemon, and was seasoned to be quite a fighting machine, perscribed by Seraph. It was not known whether this smeargle had powers that surpassed those within the curve, but certainly this smeargle was not to be taken lightly.

Aerodatyl
Seraph's pokemon, unknown to Kev when first gotten. The prehistoric pokemon was given to Seraph as an ante from a certainy battle with a visitor to the academy. The winning pokemon happened to be Smeargle.

Other: Kev's symptoms suggest that he has dissociative personality disorder. Personality switches during combat or random times.


Kenny, you're approved!

[Fayt]

Saffron City: UWO Park
Fayt starred out towards the UWO building. Several protestors, reporters, yes even rioters have begun their anarchy just outside. UWO security was top notch however, he would know after all, he use to work there. They would never get past the first floor.

*beep beep beep beep*
Fayt slipped his PDA out of his belt. It was a message from Neo. Only a few days in the BoS and already receiving orders from the commander. Well I suppose it’s only natural, all his combat and stealth training and his location in respect to the UWO…
Commander Winterfield 6-06-0128: I would like you to keep tabs on what’s going on with Team Soul and the UWO.

He makes it sound easy. Fayt knew what to do though. Grabbing his steel suitcase in his left hand he began to head to the UWO staff apartment complex. Ryan was nice enough to allow his former employees to stay there until they get situated elsewhere. Obviously he never put in a report that he stationed with the BoS, and good thing too. It began to rain in Saffron, good thing too. Rioters have a tougher time setting wet things on fire. He was happy to see the apartment complex in good health as well.

He climbed the stairs to the 4th floor. Slipping in his card, the door made a set of beeps and clicked. Then Fayt pushed on it and allowed himself in.

“Greetings Mr. Hopter,” said the computerized room, “May I be some assistance to you?”

“Open the security panel, authorization 5294855… please.”

Almost forgetting that please was actually part of the code. The excitement of the mission was getting to him. He closed his eyes and focused, regaining himself completely. He had to admit, his training came in handy. The bed moved gently to the side and revealed a security panel that slid open.

“Authorization confirmed Mr. Hopter. Security panel opened.”

A pedestal raised out of the space, attached was a coat hook with which hung a suit of UWO military grade armor, several cabinets, and on the very top a silver pokeball laid restful up top. He grabbed the armor first and skillfully changed into it, strapping every pad and plate tight enough to make sure it wouldn’t slip even in the worst of situations. He then grabbed his vibroblade from the middle shelf as well as his FRS-Magnum from the top. He sheathed the blade in the built in sheath of his armor and then holstered his magnum. He then sent a quick message to Neo on his PDA…

Send any messages or information to hopterfa<pda>@uwo.gov. Use AFTW class-5 encryption. That should be a public enough encryption for them not to suspect anything. Also use the alias Crimson Fury.

Hitting the send button with his stylus, he then quickly turned the PDA around. Taking out the back panel he then took out the BoS memory card. He then opened the cabinet and stashed his BoS PDA memory card inside and removed his UWO one. He didn’t need to be caught just because of his PDA. He slipped the UWO card in and closed the panel, then slid it into his belt. Finally, he grabbed the silver pokeball and put it along his belt. Fayt then pushed an orange button and the pedestal fell back into the space and was covered by the security door and the bed once more.

Fayt pulled his PDA back out and turned it back on. The removal of the card caused it to automatically shut down. Almost instantly the device began to beep again. This time, all messages UWO related. Fayt was most interested in the second to last one…

Team Soul: formerly United World Order – Human Resources – As you are a former employee of the United World Order we would like you to offer you a position. We realized you have not yet established another position elsewhere so we feel you will benefit from receiving a new position in the UWO. We also could use your expertise in getting reestablished. While we cannot offer you your previous position, another position is currently available that fits your experience with the UWO and your prior to UWO resume. Also, your new position will match your previous pay. We look forward to your response.

Position being offered: Security Division: Patrol and Emergency Response Rank: Sergeant
-Angela Bassey

Fayt smirked, hitting the reply button and sent a message saying he is interested in the position and accepts the offer. BoS better give him some more challenging missions in the future.

[Josh]

Team Soul Headquarters
Meeting Room
Saffron City
Josh understood his assignment now. To go to the main computer and access Orre's computer was his mission. He was told he would wait for Chad who would escort him.
"I'll be waiting out front then," he said walking to the elevator and hitting the button to ground floor. The doors flung open revealing the light of the world and then stepped out.
"Now I play the waiting game..."

After at least ten minutes of waiting, Josh grew bored. Sitting still for what seemed like an hour was NOT his idea of having a fun day as he used to. He loved working for Team Soul however, as a young computer I.T. He wasn't very patient with thism however. "Forget it, off to the main headquarters."
Just as Josh was about to leave, Chad came and lead him to the building.

Making sure they weren't followed, and turning their heads every now and then. They headed toward the secret quarters.
The quarters were well hidden from plain sight. Even if it was displayed for worldwide eyes to see, the thickness of humans probably wouldn't allow them to know what it was.
They were still walking, it was a long walk between their normal headquarters and the secret ones, where the main computer was located. They took a duck into a nearby alley, and disappeared.

Team Soul Secret Headquarters
Main Computer

Josh arrived to the huge main computer of their headquarters quite quickly and began working on accessing Orre's file.
"Accessing main computer," the screen read. There was a progress bar at the bottom that was going up slowly.
Josh had had experience with this computer only once. It had worked well. He knew how to work it although it wasn't too much like desktop computers. He had also helped, slightly, install antivirus and security protection for the main computer. Unlike the desktop computers, this huge bulky computer had more protection as it was more important. Internet, data back up, most easy to use as a hacking utility. If the computer fried, mostly all of Team Soul's computers would be useless as there would be a lack of communication.

OOC: This three hundred word thing is harsh...

[Channel Delibird]

Lavaridge Town
June 5th, 17:30

Tarses lay back on the small, bland, but efficient bed that he'd moved to the smaller side room in order to make space for the meeting in the main room. He continued to lie there for some time, occasionally taking a bite out of a small loaf of bread to pass the time. This was about as far as his self-assigned 'leisure time' went. It wasn't as if he enjoyed it, it was simply that Tarses was aware that he couldn't work at his optimum efficiency if he spent he whole day working.

Of course, his mind was always on his work, whether he was taking a break or not. He was going over in his head his plans for the coming weeks.

There was no doubt in his mind that he needed people pretty much everywhere on the political map, as soon as was humanly possible. Team Soul were the pressing matter, as they were in control of UWO. Tarses was a little annoyed that he hadn't installed anyone there sooner, as they were so obviously close to the late President. He had a mind to investigate them himself, but it clashed horribly with his First Rule - if the puppeteer stops moving, so do the strings. In this case, that meant that if Tarses himself were to be captured, killed, or otherwise removed from his position, the rest of the Puppeteers would falter and fall. Yes, Christian would take over, but even he was not apprised of all of Tarses' plans, and he was quite sure that while the new leader was adjusting to control of the group, Team Soul or some other group would take power and the chance would be lost. No, this was the best opportunity they'd had, and Tarses didn't want to risk it.

The thought stayed, however, and Tarses decided the best way to suppress it was to get back to work.

He took out his phone once more and took a check on the locations of his operatives. Finch was on his way from Olivine - that could be close for timing, he thought to himself, especially as he was running a risk already with Finch scheduled to arrive so close to Arunei Shade.

It is not of concern. At last, the nature of arrivals to the meeting is not as important as the subject of it.

How true, Tarses thought to himself.

[Karisuma-Teichou]

Mauville City to Lavaridge Town

-I was still on my way to Lavaridge Town to meet Vex. I looked funny on the little dinky bike I was riding because of my 6'1'' frame but I could have cared less. As long as it got me to where I needed to go I was happy. I kinda figgured that I would be the first one there because I lived the cloest which was in the next town. I woundered what Vex needed to talk about on such a short notice. It seemed like he needed to talk to me as soon as possible although why didn't he just talk to me on the phone. Unless there was more to it than just that. I just kept pedeling my way on the little dinky bike until I got to Lavaridge Town. Once I did I stope and pulled out my phone once again to get the exact address that Vex sent to me. Once I read it over witch was more than once I stuck the phone back into my pocket and kept going until I finally made it to the spot. For such high talk he sure picked a nice place.-

13 Hotspring Boulevard,
Lavaridge Town

-Once I reached the place I quickly parked my bike somewhere on the ground next to the side of the road. I was known for just tossing my bike to the side when I was in a hurry or any time for that matter. My long black trench coat floated behind me revealing my red baggy shirt, black pants and my belt that held my Pokèballs. I quickly walked inside the building. It had been awhile sence I last saw Vex. I took my glasses off and stuck them in the pocket on the inside of my coat as I called out to Vex.-

''Vex I'm here! Lets do this.''

[Channel Delibird]

OOC: Shane, stop calling my character Vex! You approved the profile, you should know it's Tarses. XD

Lavaridge Town
June 5th, 19:03

While Tarses studied a map of Kanto, he heard a clash of metal from outside. Standing up and looking out of a window, he noticed a familiar face throwing his bike to the side of the road as he approached the front door. Once again, his Prime Executive was compromising the security of the meeting. Sometimes Tarses wondered why he bothered with him at all...

Quietly opening the front door, Tarses' face was devoid of any expression at all. "You're early. Ten o'clock tomorrow was transmitted to your phone. This has got to stop, Christian. I choose these times for a reason."

You would have been forgiven for thinking that Tarses didn't care about what he was talking about - indeed, he seemed bored by it all, uninterested and likely glad when the conversation would be finished, but Christian had been working with him long enough to know that Tarses took his work extremely seriously. After all, it was the fate of the entire world that the Puppeteers were founded to try and define, and every member of the group was trained to understand the severity of the goal and the responsibilities it would bring.

"Well, you had better come inside. Do not expect a bed here tonight, though, as you will not get one." And with that, Tarses left the door ajar so that Christian could enter, and calmly returned to the table and his work as if nothing had happened at all. The entire length of the table was covered in many neat piles of notes, printouts and schematics. Tarses had spent about an hour memorising exactly where each pile was on the table and the exact order of their contents before he'd started working about fifteen minutes ago. He found it the most efficient way of getting things done, and it certainly tended to pay off for him.

The papers themselves were information and details relating to every Puppeteer operation in Kanto in the four years since it was inaugurated. Over the last number of years there had been odd and unexplained goings-on on that particular continent - disappearances mostly, but also the occasional death, and Tarses was curious as to their natures and connections, as well as not least the explanations. While they might be complete coincidences, and possibly unimportant to the collective Puppeteer goal, he was the sort of person who wanted to know exactly what was going on at any given time anywhere in the world, and why. It was best to be thorough.

[Finch]

Mauville City

Finch got off cycling road and freewheeled to Mauville’s entrance, then checked the time on his watch.

15:18? How’d it get this late?

Confused at how he’d taken so long to get over cycling road, he backtracked in his head. Maybe it was that battle he had with that cyclist. Or maybe the wild Taillow his Vileplume paralysed with a stun spore right over the sea. Either way, time was running out, and the 2 hours he had planned to take to get himself over to the meeting in Lavaridge was now less than 45 minutes. Once again, Finch began to pedal, knowing that if he got there late he had no chance of getting that promotion.

Barely 5 minutes out of Mauville, and Finch felt something snap beneath him. The chain popped out from the gears and trailed along the floor, and his bicycle began to slow to a stop. He growled deeply, then cursed. He released his skarmory.

"I need you to do something for me." He said. "I know you haven’t flown with me on your back before but right now I have no choice, I need to get to Mauville to impress the boss."

Grudgingly, the bird pokemon folded in his wings to allow Finch up onto his back. He spread his wings and tried to take off as usual, but ended up crashing in a heap on the floor. This wasn’t going to be easy…

"Come on, skarmory!" Finch shouted. "We’re late already!"

With a cry, skarmory sprinted at full speed, then finally began to gain height, with Finch hanging on to a ridge of solid steel on the pokemon’s back. They began to glide to the North West, with a few flaps of skarmory’s chrome wings every now and then to stay airborne, then finally caught sight of a tall volcano to the right.

"That’s Mount Chimney." Skarmory squawked in agreement. "Let’s get back to ground level."


OOC: OK if I drop in for a visit soon, Vex? I can wait a while for you guys to finish up if needed.

[Exon Auxus]

Woo hoo! I got accepted.

[Incongruity]

C.i.B.ORG HQ, Celadon

As he saw some of the higher officials coming in, and even more daring to sit closer, he suddenly turned to respond to Tiantus.

"Dr. Tiantus, do you think I really care right now?" sk burst out.

But as soon as he said it, he regretted it. Tiantus was one of the best scientists... He couldn't be too angry. sk gazed at the mass of people now before him. These were his supporters, unlike those outside. He could control them.

"I'm sure we've all heard what's happened, or atleast the face of it. You've all heard rumors, and I want to find the truth. The thing is, we cannot afford this chaos. Remember our plan? We were supposed to be patient. Until the time was right, we were not to do anything stupid. Chaos cannot be stopped, but it must be our chaos. It must be our order that replaces this one. The eventual takeover is definite, but we were supposed to be the expedients. If our plan was stopped in mid-development, it would not be our world. It would simply be natural chaos. But someone leaked; that was just the beginning though. Now, someone in Black Ops may have done something even worse. This is a change that happened when we needed to be patient.

"We are not ready yet. Less than half of all of our pokemon have been operated upon, and almost none of the grunts have augmented pokemon. We don't have a source for TRILOBYTE's transmitter. Barely 35% of the pokemon in the 5 regions are ready for TRILOBYTE to be initiated anyways.

"But we shall not dwell on what has happened. We must adapt. Double the pace on TRILOBYTE. Dr. Tiantus, expand AUGMENT to the grunts. Report everything you do directly to me. In person," sk declared as he stared towards some of the trainers who he knew were part of Black Ops, "This goes for everyone. Also, we need information. We will not struggle too much over the missing six, but we must not lose total control. All we need to do is steal one disk when it is found, and destroy it. Then we can kill everyone who had contact with it to destroy the knowledge forever. It is far too risky to keep the information," sk said, but he knew that some would inevitably let their own greed take over, " If you find the disk, destroy it. No matter what. If we do this, and use reason instead of emotion, we will have the advantage. The factions that will try to take the Unity will be unable to unite. They'll fight and scramble and struggle over power and the disks, only to find that one is missing. While they are diverted in their savage chaos, we will take control. However, we must not become lax in our intelligence. I want to keep track of the other factions, but even more I want to keep track of ourselves.

"You know very well what I mean. Who was it? Was it us? Did we kill him?"

[Lord Celebi]

OOC: Sorry I made the post so short... I didn't read the 300 word thing...

Ciborg HQ

"Sir, rust's Swampert has already been cybernetically altered. We are still experimentinf if these parts help. We therorize that He it can cause a Tsunami, but must be tested. rust is the only grunt who works at my lab. The rest are robots. I could relocate my lab to somewhere else to begin cybernetic operations on other Pokemon, maybe even people like rust has become recently. I will only do this though for the parts to become a cyborg myself, and a box of 12 cigars as big as the one I'm smoking now," Tiantus said.

I looked at Tiantus. Then I wondered where sk could find cigars that big.

I then imagined 12 suitcases full of cigars that big. Then I saw Tiantus smoking all 12 at the same time as a Cyborg. It looked a little weird, but Tiantus was weird.

“I can go test my Swampert now on those protesters,” I offered to sk.

I leaned back into my office chair and expected sk to take a while to think. Again, the thought of Tiantus smoking those cigars popped into my head. I wondered if Tiantus would set a record for most world record largst cigars smoked at the same time.

I then looked at the other Grunts huddled into the corner of the meeting room. Most were scared of sk. I’m not scared. He gives me crap, I can give him metal, lead, and fist all at the same time. Tiantus, on the other hand, looked a bit more scared of sk, but he can’t be fired, for he is one of the best scientists on the in C.i.b.ORG.

I eagerly awaited sk’s answer if I could go kill the protesters. I haven’t had my share of violence today, and I was waiting to get it.

[Karisuma-Teichou]

rust you get a strike for lack of your post being less than 300 words. You know better!

Strikes:

- rust - C.i.B.ORG: 1

[Marth]

Saffron City Gym, Marth's apartment.
It had been raining all night. The rain stopped seconds after I woke up. I had a fast breakfast, and asked Houndoom to bring the newspaper as I got myself ready. He complained: he hadn't slept all night.
"Here you go Marth. But don't ask me another favour today" He said, dropping it in my hands.
I unfolded it from its bag, looked at it and smiled. Only one city was against the new order in Kanto, and that was...

Team Soul takes control of the UWO! Kanto agrees on the decision!
By Rita Drinkwater.
In an unexpected turn of events, Michael Thirst announced yesterday in the afternoon that Team Soul will take temporary control of the United World Order. After the press report, he immediately met with the five regions presidents in the UWO building. They all agreed to this decision, and since yesterday at nine PM, Team Soul is now the temporary official government of the world. However, not every city has supported this decision. Our special envoy Carol Skeeter reports the following:
"Fuchsia city has rejected forcefully the new government. The influence of Team Soul in this city is not as strong as in the other Kanto towns, where Team Soul is a well-known association for the benefit of the population."
The new government has been accepted on other regions as well, mostly in...

It seemed that the whole newspaper was dedicated to this event. I already knew most of it... The history of Team Soul, Michaels' Biography... Nothing caught my interest again. I placed the newspaper under my arm, closed the gym (It's always closed on Mondays), said goodbye to Houndoom (he's taking care of the gym while I'm absent) and went into the busy metropolis of Saffron. As I walked pass ACDC Street, I noticed a lot of hanging banners with Team Soul support phrases.
"Support Team Soul!"
"Help us achieve peace!"
"The Hospitals support Team Soul!"
"We're counting on you Michael!"

People have accepted the new government with joy, at least in Saffron. I even saw some merchants selling purple wristbands. I finally arrived to the Pokémon Center, the first one built by Team Soul. We didn’t receive any money from the government; in fact, Team Soul depended solely in its companies and in periodic donations by Team Soul members themselves. Chad slept here because his hometown was Lavender Town, and he had refused a friends apartment in Saffron. I was surprised to find Chad waiting for me there, he had already changed clothes.

[Incongruity]

C.i.B.ORG HQ

For a while, sk thought about what rust had said. It was foolish to make decisions blindly, yet a leader could not hesitate too much. He needed to decide. Everyone was probably already a little frustrated at his calm silence.

"Hmm... Well, the media would destroy us if we did anything to the protestors..." sk pondered quietly, "But then again... What else could they do? The entire point of the media is to inform the people, who would in turn pressure the government for change. But this isn't possible. The government is unstable. The entire democratic process is disrupted with Ryan gone. We don't have to worry about holding up a front anymore. They have no legislative procedure now that everything's in chaos, and what would they enforce any laws with... We have little to worry about from the government.. And Soul's transition will be far too slow to stop our little deviation into violence. And, I would like to see some of the latest fruits of AUGMENT...."

sk was well aware people were waiting. But they knew that he made every move deliberately. They knew that he had a shocking level of patience. He would move slowly but surely... although, that's probably why even at 58 years old he has not completed his plans.

"Alright. Tiantus, you can have your supplies. You can work downstairs where the rest of the scientists working on AUGMENT are. Don't worry, the lab in Sootopolis is still yours. Your android can also dispose of those protestors if he wishes. They're becoming more than a distraction," sk pointed out the window as he spoke to rust, "If you want, you can take some grunts with you, but if what Tiantus tells me is true, you shouldn't need them."

Even while he was saying these words, however, sk was still thinking. He was scanning the eyes of everyone in the room, now a sizable mass. He thought, pondering over each person there.

"Ravencroft? No. Is he even part of Black Ops? Well, one could never be too sure these days. But he has been disillusioned from the whole democratic government image.. No, I think Ravencroft's loyal. Tiantus on the other hand... He knew the president was about to do. It could very well have been him. The only person who contributed to the project more than sk himself was Tiantus. He would have reason to."

Soon sk realized what he was doing. He was questioning his own men. How could he trust anyone if he couldn't trust two of his highest associates? Maybe it wasn't his people that killed the President. He had to trust them for now atleast. Humans were deceptive and destructive beings, but they were all he had.

"For the rest of you, I want half of you to get your divisions on intelligence. Find out who killed him. Find out why. Find out where the six are, but do not take action until you report back to me. If the target is about to break loose from your trail, find where his disk is. Once you have it, kill the council member. Burn his home with him in it. Destroy any trace that he existed. Whatever you do, do not download the disk's information to an open system.

"The other half of you, I want you to work double time on our projects. With chaos already spreading, we don't need nearly as much power as we expected. When both AUGMENT and TRILOBYTE are at 50% of our previous expectations, report to me immediately.

"We also need a transmitter for TRILOBYTE. That is our only major limiting factor here. Our progress is growing steady, but none of our equipment has enough power to sustain a sound wave. However, I know that our research on voicebox modification has worked on several Ratatta, so all we need is a vector. A strong one. Someone get working on that, too.

"Also, the government is gone. Team Soul will reforge a weak and temporary one. They have popular support now, but it won't last. Trist is nowhere near as popular as Elite was. There will be disunity. We need to take advantage of this time. We weren't ready for this yet, but we will make the best of it. Do not hold back. We have no reason to. However, don't be overtly obvious about your actions. We don't have to worry about maintaining our image, but do not stop our corporate actions. Our link to the Pokemon Centers and the Pokemarts must be maintained; atleast, until TRILOBYTE is ready. While we can loosen security slightly, we must not become complacent. There are other factions out there that have just been waiting for this moment."

sk could see the relief in some of the lower ranked officers as he finished his impromptu speech. They had thought he was going to get angry. No. Anger would have been foolish. Anger would blind. He needed to lead right now. The other directors were away, still unable to make a satellite connection, so sk was alone. But no matter. He would speak with them... privately. Secrecy was acceptable, as long as sk was in the loop. It was when he wasn't informed when he got annoyed. It was when a leak in projects caused ridiculous secrecy that he got ticked. He didn't know who did it. It could have been someone in the very room he was in. He would be able to tell depending on their reactions after the metting. He had his own internal affairs investigators on his own people. But for now, they were all quiet.

"Don't all give your suggestions at once. If anyone else has anything to say, say it now."

[Marill]

Saffron Pokémon Center

Chad donned his clothes prior to Marth’s expected visit, in order to reveal how much he had anticipated the accompaniment. Welcoming his friend inside the grand Pokémon Center, he was taken in with the newspaper article clutched within Marth’s hand. Quickly, Chad had Marth come sit down in the main lobby, on a plush red chair that matched with the other red decoration and paint that resided in the room.

“So, what’s up with the newspaper?” Chad asked quietly, to avoid any eavesdroppers.

Without words, Marth extended to Chad the periodical, enabling Chad to review what had been printed inside. Chad rapidly skimmed over the document, reading every black letter that was splashed across the page. To the right of the document, there laid two pictures, both of diverse nature. The first picture was extremely bigger than the other, as it grasped the essence of the story in a more precise way. It revealed a crowd jumping up and down, with purple confetti trickling down from the blue sky above. The second was much smaller, as it represented the minority of those who did not agree with Team Soul’s take over. However, Chad could denote that this was contained to one area of Kanto, and it was highly unlikely that it would spread elsewhere, after reading the captions under each picture.

Chad suddenly looked up after he completed the newspaper, to look at Marth and discuss the controversy that was painted across the world‘s canvas. A curious Marth inquired Chad about the information he held about various regions of the world, wondering if they were under containment as well. Nodding his head, Chad unveiled that colleagues of the detective business based in Johto and Sevii Islands had reported most everyone was supportive of Team Soul in their respective regions. Chad went on to explain how he checked his e-mail for a reply earlier in the day, as he had sent one questioning the status of the regions before he went to sleep the previous night.

Turning to the window and looking out to the glorious sunshine, Chad wheeled around once more and asked the exact time of initiation for the upcoming mission. Awaiting the details of the special operation, Chad checked his watch and smiled. Though this was the time of chaos and controversy around the world, Chad was having the time of his life. He loved this work, and knew it would be beneficial to everyone in the end. He silently wished that time would be on his side, so that the world would not have to suffer anymore. Only time would tell.

[Lord Celebi]

Ciborg HQ
"I have an idea. I'd rather speak to you in privet though after I kill these protesters," I said.

I slapped 1000 PokeDollars on sk's desk, "For the Window and building."

I grabbed my DC-15 Gun from my back pack and broke the window. I shot at a protester. I then jumped down. As I approached the bottom, I dug my fingers into the wall, leaving nasty marks. I did slow down and stop about 15 feet from the ground. I then jumped off.

I shot another bullet at a protester. The protester then died. When the protesters noticed this, they ran. I let my Swampert out.

"Swampert, Earthquake!"

"SWAM!"

A giant Earthquake shook the ground, creating a large hole, many protesters fell into.

"AGAIN!"

Swampert Sent another Earthquake towards the game corner. More protesters fell. The the Game Corner fell into the hole.

"AGAIN!"

"AGAIN!"

"AGAIN!"

Swampert performed the move 3 more times. Then the tremors stopped. The only building to be destroyed was the Game Corner. Considering the hole was about 100 yards long, I think project AUGMENT was going well.

Now what? Should I go loot the Game Corner. Considering I just left $1000 on sk's desk, I should.

I performed another Dues Ex Machina hop into the hole. Grabbing the wall a 20 Meters before I hit.

I saw the destroyed Game Corner. Coins and Cash were everywhere. I lifted a wall to find the token booth. Then, I saw the register. I picked up the rigister and dumped its contents into my backpack.

An injured Protester crawled up to me.

"Help me."

I opened up my lighter finger and set his clother on fire. I then stepped on his arms.

"Burn in Hell," I responded.

*

Tiantus saw all that happened in shock. His cigar had fallen onto the floor. He knew Project AUGMENT was good. But not creating big craters good.

"It looks like Project AUGMENT is successful," Tiantus said to sk, "Am I the only one who smells something go-OD? WHERE'S THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER?!?" Tiantus just noticed his cigar set his shoes on fire.

-

OOC: If this post is too god-modey (I scaled down the size of the crater immensly), I'll delete it. I'm not a good judge of god modey ness. I can't afford another strike.

[Karisuma-Teichou]

rust you are not a robot. You can't lift walls, your arms can't extend no more than normal arms would.

- rust - C.i.B.ORG: 2
- 1: For not meeting the word limit requirement of 300 words.
- 2: For God-Moding.

[Lord Celebi]

rust you are not a robot. You can't lift walls, your arms can't extend no more than normal arms would.

- rust - C.i.B.ORG: 2
- 1: For not meeting the word limit requirement of 300 words.
- 2: For God-Moding.
OOC: You approved my form that said I was a cyborg.

A. The wall thing; I'm sure as a cyborg, that I could lift a piece of concrete. I can change it to destroyed...
B. My arms didn't extend. As I fell, I dug my fingers into the wall. The friction would create holes in the wall that i could use to hold onto and then jump from a reasonable height...
C. What the hell? My post is 351 Words.

If you remove you still don't see, I'll delete my post if you remove the strike.

[Dog of Hellsing]

OOC: Gaah, sorry I've taken so long to post. >_< I'm trying to get me a job.

~~~

ARUNEI SHADE
CODENAME: DRAGONSTORM
NORTH OF MAUVILLE CITY

I grinned a bit and stood back, watching as Crush did his thing. The battle was going well, and in fact was much to easy. Then again, I was an experienced Trainer, and the youth before my was barely a rookie. His Pokemon, a tough Treecko, had lasted about three minutes so far, which was a shock. But I knew Crush, knew he was going easy on the Wood Gecko Pokemon. He was a good Pokemon, kind and gentle. Which was unusual, considering he was a Tyranitar.

Now, though, it was time to end the battle. I watched as Crush let loose a considerably down-powered Hyper Beam, which connected with the tired Treecko and sent it flying back. It hit the ground and didn't get back up. The young boy gave a cry and rushed to his Pokemon's side, kneeling down and looking close to tears. After a moment he recalled the Fainted Pokemon and stood, looking dejected. I saw he had one more PokeBall, meaning one more Pokemon for me and the team to beat. But then I felt my cell suddenly shuddering in my pocket. I had it set to Vibrate, because I found the ringing to be quite annoying. I looked at it and sighed.

DragonStorm - Pokemon Centre, Lavaridge Town, June 6th, 15:30

At least I wasn't far away. I would have time to finish this battle, no problem. I recalled Crush and looked to the young Trainer.

"So, you've got one Pokemon left. Let's see what it is, shall we?"

"Why?" came the mournful repsonse. "You'll just beat me."

"Hey now, you're the one who challenged me, remember? I tried to tell you my Pokemon and I were at too high a level and you wouldn't listen. Anyways, this is valuable experience for you and your Pokemon."

The young Trainer gave me a sort of pained look, then slowly drew forth his PokeBall and threw it. With a white flash it popped open, and from the flash came a rather surprising Pokemon: a Scyther! I blinked, wondering how this Trainer had managed to catch one of these rare, powerful Pokemon with only a Treecko and a Skitty as his other Pokemon. I shrugged and pulled out a PokeBall, releasing from it Sparker, my Raichu.

"Okay Sparker, let's do this! Use Shock Wave!"

Sparker nodded and turned to the Scyther. I noticed its Trainer looked upset: he knew his Pokemon had a weakness to Electric moves. But despite how sorry I felt for him, the boy had to learn that he couldn't just go around challenging everyone that he came across.

Sparker gave a hop and unleashed a Shock Wave attack after the Scyther. Even as it spread its wings to move, it was struck with the unavoidable blast of electricity. It gave an angry cry as it was knocked back a few feet by the attack. I narrowed my eyes.

"Okay Sparker! Do your thing!"

"Raichu!" Sparker cried and suddenly ran forward, charging the startled Scyther as his Trainer cried out.

"Stop! I forfeit! Just stop it!"

I watched him, then nodded. Sparker stopped his charging and looked back at me. I waved for him to come back, and he promptly trotted back to my side. The Scyther turned to face its Trainer, a look of annoyance in its eyes as the young boy recalled it. If he saw the irritation his Pokemon was obviously showing, he didn't give any signs.

I patted Sparker on the head and recalled him as the young Trainer sniffed, trying to hold back the tears I could see in his eyes. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.

"Look, you did well. I'm surprised you have a Scyther. But trust me, you want to get used to it more before relying on it for battles like this. It doesn't really know you too well, and I think you disappointed it when you forfeited like that. Still, you've got promise. Now then, take your Pokemon to the Pokemon Center and get them healed."

I then pulled out the PokeBall belonging to my Salamence, King. I waved to the young Trainer as he gaped, obviously shocked at seeing what he COULD have gone up against, and vaulted onto King's back, thumping his neck.

"Okay King, take us to Lavaridge!"

King roared and took to the air with a mighty leap and a stroke of his powerful wings. With a few more strokes, he was high into the air and veering off towards Lavaridge.

[Karisuma-Teichou]

Your first strike was for your post before this. You know damn well what the rules are rust you've been in the other WARS. Just because your a cyborg don't mean you can God-Mod.

[Josh]

Team Soul Secret Headquarters
Main Computer

The progress bar was almost full. Josh was trying to entertain himself for the past five minutes with his PDA playing Monopoly. He was just about to buy Mayfair when he heard a noise that sounded like a frog being squashed. He looked up. The main computer was done. He quickly accessed Orre's file.
Several missing council members. At least five. Their whereabouts were last known at UWO just before Ryan was shot. Josh copied the file to their main computer and then just let it slide back to Orre.

He made his walk back to the headquarters he had been at twenty minutes ago, again making sure he wasn't followed, nor seen.

Team Soul Headquarters
Engineering Room

Marth had instructed Josh to build a camera the size of a freckle that could not be seen nor scrubbed off, no matter how much soap and water they had used. Josh had been working on it for months.
After several tests, he was sure he would get it this time. The camera was waterproof, made from the toughest metal in the world, completely small and very light.
Josh put it on his leg and scrubbed as hard as he could, using a washer of water and soap. It would not come off. The "freckle" was still there. Success! He put it on the ground and began smashing a mallet on it. It did not break. Success!
Josh put the camera in a container and headed back to his office.

Team Soul Headquarters
Josh's Office
Josh walked into his office and booted up his computer. He accessed Orre's file from the main computer and transferred it to his. He then sent a company wide e-mail.

'Co-workers,
I have accessed Orre's file with the missing council members. Their whereabouts are unknown, however. It can be sent to all of those who want it and I cannot imagine any of you wouldn't. It is a ten megabyte file in case you were wondering. I am currently in my office.
Marth, could you come to my office, or is it more convienent to come to yours?

Your young Computer I.T.
~ Josh'

Josh sent the e-mail and then leaned back in his chair, trying to forget all of the problems they would be facing for a while.

[Lord Celebi]

Your first strike was for your post before this. You know damn well what the rules are rust you've been in the other WARS. Just because your a cyborg don't mean you can God-Mod.
You claim that my arms stretched. I never said that. I just retold you what happened in your last post. Thats already takes away 50% of your claim. As I said, it wasn't necesarrily a wall, what was left of the wall in the rubble. I can still change it to destroyed.

[Karisuma-Teichou]

20 meters is over 50 feet...your arms can't go no futher than a foot and you still can't left a wall.

[Lord Celebi]

20 meters is over 50 feet...your arms can't go no futher than a foot and you still can't left a wall.
At 20 Meters I grabbed thw wall. The friction between my hand and the wall over 20 Meters cause finger sized holes in the wall. Once the holes were deep enough, I could jump off at a reasonable height.

Wall rubble. You want me to edit my post to clarify. You think a building stays intact after it falls down a hole? Hell no. What was left of the wall was what I lifted. If you were giving someone cyborg arms when they had perfectly fine arms, wouldn't you make them stronger?

[HKim]

OOC: Okay, guys, I have a suggestion that will sound good to both sides.


rust, I'm going to remove that second strike, but I do have a condition. I want you to go back and add the entire range of your cybernetic abilities to your profile and resubmit it for approval. That way, Tony and the War Leaders will know what your powers are and can better understand how you move in the roleplay.

Until you repost your updated profile, you cannot roleplay. I know that you're an active member and so this shouldn't take long. If everything checks out fine, Tony, Fair, Neo, or I will accept you back into the roleplay with only one strike (the one from the 300 word rule).

It would be a good idea if you described your abilities in detail so that there isn't any further confusion. Also, your last roleplay post will be invalidated since it caused this entire confusion in the first place.

This is your second chance rust. I look forward to reading your new profile.

[Lord Celebi]

Thank you very much HKim.



Name: rust "Nuva" Makuta
Age: ?
Gender: Male
Team: C.i.B.ORG
Physical Description: The guy who I've been RPing as for like ever. The Toa-Like guy.
Personality: Quick-Tempered
History: Joined C.i.B.ORG long ago. Over time, he was given so many Cybernetic body part replacements, he has become a complete cyborg. He has also accumulated a small fortune in money Ciborg has paid to test their Cyborg parts.
Pokemon: Swampert, Cloyster, Ludicolo, Politoed, Crawdaunt, and Walrein
Cybernetic Abilities:
rust's cybernetic parts are all made of a very strong metal, and cannot be destroyed easily. His brain is intact in his head with a good deal of neural links. His cybernetci abilities include; Being able to change the color glow where his eyes are (Though its normally red, he can still eat (His tongue is still there somewhere) but he doesn't have to do it on a regular basis, both thumbs can open up revealing a lighter, His arms are extremely durable and are extremely strong, is cybernetic legs allow for high jumps; but cannot jump out of a building without grabbing something abong the way, His eye sensors allow him to see on the microscopic scale; fingerprints; and dust whenever his brain tells it to. rust is looking to get an upgrade allwing Holographic projection over his cyborg body so he can fit in with the crowd.

I think that's it.

[Karisuma-Teichou]

No rust that is not acceptable. You are not a robot/ciborg. It's not fair to everyone else...especally seeing as how you can't role play to save your life. Make yourself more human so you are not so Godlike.

[HKim]

I'm sorry Chad, but you get one warning for instant teleportation. I must ask you to redo your post, otherwise I'll have to give you a strike. Thus, your last roleplay post doesn't count until you change it (repost it).

[Lord Celebi]

No rust that is not acceptable. You are not a robot/ciborg. It's not fair to everyone else...especally seeing as how you can't role play to save your life. Make yourself more human so you are not so Godlike. You're welcome to become a cyborg...

Yes, I know I can't roleplay to save my life, but you Okayed my first form :rolleyes:

But, if you insist

Name: rust "Nuva" Makuta
Age: ?
Gender: Male
Team: C.i.B.ORG
Physical Description: The guy who I've been RPing as for like ever. The Toa-Like guy.
Personality: Quick-Tempered
History: Joined C.i.B.ORG long ago. Over time, he was given so many Cybernetic body part replacements, he has become a complete cyborg. He has also accumulated a small fortune in money Ciborg has paid to test their Cyborg parts.
Pokemon: Swampert, Cloyster, Ludicolo, Politoed, Crawdaunt, and Walrein
Cybernetic Abilities:
rust's cybernetic parts are all made of a very strong metal, and cannot be destroyed easily. His brain is intact in his head with a good deal of neural links. His cybernetci abilities include; Being able to change the color glow where his eyes are (Though its normally red, he can still eat (His tongue is still there somewhere) but he doesn't have to do it on a regular basis, both thumbs can open up revealing a lighter, and His arms are extremely durable and are extremely strong.

[~* Esper *~]

C.i.B.ORG HQ - Meeting Room


As the lights around the room started to brighten and the projector descended back into the middle of the polished wood elongated desk, Esper started to look around the room, seeing disturbed, although faint and subtle, looks on everyone as they started to move. Rust had already started downstairs, but his "creator" Tiantus was still there and so was sk, so Esper has decided that he would talk to them alone, among the top officials. As everyone started to move, Esper, politely, got up and signaled to both sk and Tiantus to stay a while and after the rest of the members had left he started to speak, quietly, but firmly ...

"Look, I have an idea. I was researching some things on the internet and I found that one legenday bird has a vocal amplitude like no other pokemon on this planet, Lugia. It's voice is so powerful that, once, it even awoke three other legendary birds from a deep, comatose slumber. I plan on taking a small group of lower members into Kanto and searching into the caves of the Whirlpool Island, where the last Lugia has been spotted. I thought that if some way, we could integrate our technology for the transmitter into its vocal cords and get it under our control, then when ready, it could use Screech to activate the frequency on the wavelength of the microbes waiting for the signal, " he conversed as both sk and the scientist started to slowly and subtley shake their heads.

Before Esper started to begin again, he picked up a remote from a cubby like hole right beneath the table and pushed the red button in the upper right hand corner. Like before, a medium sized charcoal projector rose up out of the middle of the table, and started to run, having a white beam of light project forth from it as a snow white sheet of plastic cloth descended from the top of the farthest wall from the door in which they all came. As the image started to appear, it seemed like a simple map of Kanto, in which the sea section right below the Fuschia City Area was outlinesd. Esper continued ...

"This red outline indicates the perimeter in which Lugia has been most oftenly seen, both above and below the surface of the water. Getting reports from the papers and televised news, Fuschia is rejecting Soul's temperary take over, so I hope to get some, if any, cooperation from some local fisherman, unbeknownest to them who and what they are helping. I hope to search the entire outside and work my way in, slowly but efficiently," Esper concluded starting to use a powerpoint system to outline his path on the map.

As once again, the lights started to brighten, like the end of a movie in a theater, and the projector returned to it's former position in the table. When he was done, he slowly sat down in his black leather chair and waited for a response from the other two...

[Kenny_C.002]

Saffron City, Team Soul HQ

Today was the first official day at which I was to get into the main HQ of the Legendary Team Soul. It was a strange sensation as I walked into the main lobby, as I was never as good as any of my peers, and definitely never as powerful on hte battlefield as many had hoped. It was, plainly said, a miracle to even set foot upon this legendary building, let alone actually be assigned to this place for on-site training. the luck of the draw, I guess, since it was almost just as likely that I would be sent to some other random place for training.

As I walked down to the main lobby, I noticed the sheer splendor of Team Soul. The lobby itself was grand yet modest in feel, and the people were all busy doing something. I leisurely walked to one of the receptionists who didn't have someone in front of her.

She was a pretty face...no more like a cute face, but either way she didn't really fit to be in such a team, where most of the men seemed to be techies or otherwise science based. Then again, looks were deceiving. I checked the girl out either way, since she was worth another look or two. She had about middle-length brown hair that was tied up, and a figure that screamed fit under her clothes. Her nametag told me her name was Terra, but I pretended not to know either way. I dropped my bags on the floor and leaned over on the counter. "Hello, I'm a new guy in here for on-site training. My name is Kev Guay, and my identification number..." I said as I reached for my ID tag and handed it over to her.

She looked at the tag, typed some stuff on the computer. I read only part of her typing, which was just standard procedure for looking up people on the database. She looked at the ID tag one last time before handing it over to me, smiled, and said. "Welcome to Saffron HQ. Someone will be here to escrot you to your squadron. Please sit over there," she said as she pointed to a bench nearby.

Dutifully, I thanked Terra for her "efforts" and sat on the bench like a nice little lackey. I waited for maybe 3 hours before someone arrived to pick me up, so I guess she was right when she didn't include the word, "soon". I've fallen for Terra already! Okay, that was jsut sheer stupidity.

After walking past tunnels of hallways and other passageways, guided only by the escort, I arrived at my squadron's homeroom, where the men just hang around and do nothing until further notice, which was usually training. These barracks were pretty nice for lackeys though. I caught a glimpse of at least 3 shower stalls per unit of 12 during one turn, and at least 4 bathroom stalls. The beds I've gathered were fairly good for barracks, and it seemed to me that the people had gotten along well enough to start sports events during off days.

I entered the living quarters. It was surprisingly empty, as I checked the rooms. So apparently I was the first man to arrive. Since I was alone and without much to do after unpacking and picking a bed that I preferred (which was the bottom portion of the bunk bed on the furthest east corner, furthest from the door.

The quarters itself was divided basically into living quarters, with the usual stuff, a kitchen, a large unisex bathroom, and one large 6-bunk bed bedroom. The whole was square and took the maximum amount of space available, so it was fine archetecture in barrack design.

I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV and watched the news. Mr. Trist was harassed by the press yet again today. It must be tough to be such an important figure, and I wouldn't know what to do if I was in his shoes. Then again I wasn't nearly as intelligent nor cunning as he was either.

The other members of the squadron arrived one-by-one in the following order: Hilary, Kai, Jones, Erin, Relena, Rex, Umi, Jess, Tyrande, Tao, and Jaina. A total of 7 women and 5 men on the squadron. I didn't really understand why there were so many women in this particular squadron in comparison to the men-to-women ratio of the entire team, but I'd welcome anyone who's in my squadron anyway.

It would take time for me to meet them all and such, so it would not be wise to do all that much right now anyway. I did note who was in which bed and such, which was a start. And I'd have to match names with faces now too.

OOC:
From west to east, top row then bottom row (sex, age)
Jones (M, 29), Rex (M, 25), Tao (M, 21), Umi (F, 24), Hilary (F, 19), Jess (F, 18)
Erin (F, 21), Tyrande (F, 26), Jaina (F, 20), Rex (M, 19), Relena (F, 18), Kev (M, 19)

IC:
The first ordeal was to pick out a leader of the squadron, the official leader. Tyrande, with her charismatic speech and euthusiasm, took that spot like taking cake from a baby. Second in command of this squadron was Jones, who probably had the most experience of the bunch, being the oldest member going at 29.

Once this was all set, the entire squadron was called for initial breifing and training procedures for each day.

OOC: Yay introductions! I'm too lazy! YAY! :)

[Satou]

OOC: Ah ah ah. Late late late >_<; I hope this is what I'm supposed to do.

Petalburg Forest

"I'm lost, I'm lost, I'm lost~!"
If the Petalburg Forest was ever considered "creepy" with all the rotting trees that looked like they had glaring faces on the trunks or the sound of Pokemon fighting the screeches of pain as one of the wild Pokemon was KOed, Satou's off-key singing was probably not helping.

The lost girl, dressed in full black because the color made her feel calm, marched around the forest happily with her cell phone in one hand and a list of phone numbers in the other. She had managed to get lost in the forest on her way to Rustboro. She'd been trying to get to the Brotherhood of Steel base, but the piece of paper with the map on it had gotten wet in the rain and then Satou had accidentally ripped it in two, then into four, and then into about one hundred tiny pieces.
So now she was hoping to get to Rustboro, where she believed her cell phone would work better, and call the base and ask where they were and perhaps arrange a ride of something.
But first she needed to get out of the forest.

"Waaaah... How do I manage to get so lost? Someone save me, nyuuu! I'll luv ya foreva and junk... Just get me outta here..."

Satou whined loudly and then leaned against a tall tree and eventually just sat miserably on the ground. She could hear her stomach grumble with complaints, so decided to eat some of her boxed lunch. She opened her lunch box and took out a Chinese food container of rice and some chopsticks. Satou loved chopsticks, she collected them, and plain rice beat fast-food as far as she was concerned.
"I want directions." She whimpered before using the chopsticks to shovel some rice into her mouth, "This isn't fair."

[Daniella Defines Divinity]

OOC. isn't 300 words a little much? What happens when you're at one of those points where you're having a conversation with someone else in the rp? 300 words is hard to get in that situation >.<

IC.

Just outside AG HQ

*Daniella emerged from what appeared to be a small building that resembled a town hall, complete with a stereotypical large clockface at the front. Infact it was the town hall, but the catacombs below the quaint little town held the ellusive AG headquarters. The sun soothed her tired face and she took a large breath of the sweet natural air. She always liked to stop and admire the place she called home from the cobbled square. It was tucked safely away between the mountains and left to it's own affairs, it was rather ironic that this was not the aproach that they took to the rest of the world. Infact it didn't even appear on most maps, only the mot extensive ones seemed to recognise that this place existed and even then it was just shrugged off as a gathering for country bumpkins. The dojo faced the townhall, and unlike it's western counterpart it was styled in the traditional Japaneese manor. It was regarded as the second most important building in the town for this is where everyone recieved their training. It appeared as though a class was just finishng, as students were pouring out and putting their shoes back on. One of the students rushed up to Daniella and squeesed her around the waist.*

"Sister! ... I thought you were still working today"

*If you were to shrink Daniella to half her normal size then lighten her hair, you'd have the person that stood before her.*

"Steff, I am working, I'm gonna go on search mission, probable ending up in Saffron."

"See the Soul people?"

"Yup."

"Can I come?"

"Nope"

"Awwwww no fair, I went when we did that thing in Celadon!"

"Yeah, but things are different now, people are so unsettled. I need you to stay here and take care of that road tey're tryng to build from Lavender to Cerulean."

*Steff sighed in defeat and scampered off, while Daniella made her way to the edge of town. She wasn't quite sure which direction to head off in, where would she hide if she feared for her safety? The thing is she wouldn't hide so this made the decision incredibly difficult, instead she let her feet do the talking and followed them wherever they went. She was five minutes away from the town when her cell phone started meowing, a cute little ringtone she had picked up in Slateport.*

"Hello?....... Hellooooo?.... Anyone there?!"

*She looked at her phone and noticed that it was a private number, probably someone forgot to lock they're keypad and accidently rang her, so she hung up and thought nothing of it.*

[Tamer San]

OOC: First of all, I really want to apologize for not RPing yet. For some reason I am mentally blocked, that's right, I can't think of a way to start out in the Role Play, even though I know what my character is, and how will it go throughout the Role Play. So, here it comes, I am sorry. Second of all, Dani, the purpose of 300 words is, well, it is a lot, how about making it a post of 1000 characters, I guess it is enough for a minimum, and for people writting over 40,000 characters URPG Stories or even Pokemon Fan Fics. Yes, the 300 words rule is harsh, but i guess Shane was trying to say "Lengthen your posts idiots..." XD

[Brook]

M'kay, team C.i.B.ORG has already accepted me, but I believe I have to fill out this form in order to RP here.

Name: Brook
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Team: C.i.B.ORG
Physical Description: Blue and white hair, green goggles, dark green vest, white undershirt, and navy blue pants. His love of swimming has made him athletically built, but a little scrawny.
Personality: Brook is a solitary kind of kid. He lacks a sense of trust when it comes to his fellow human beings, so he rarely speaks his mind.
History: His father died when he was very young, and he's lost contact with his mother. He used to travel before he decided to join C.i.B.ORG.
Pokemon: Wartortle, Vaporeon, Mawile, Ninetales, Lanturn, and Dragonair.

[Karisuma-Teichou]

Brook - you are accepted.

Dani - the 300 word per posts has always been like that...you should know that by now...lol.

rust - People arn't Ciborgs not acceptable.

[JohtoTrainer]

The Brotherhood of Steel
The Streets of Fuschia City

Kyle sat on a bench playing guitar for money. He is playing country music that apparently, not too many people in Fuschia were in to.

"I set out on a narrow way, many years ago.
Hoping I would find true love along the...."

A banana peel hit Kyle in the face as some yelled "You stupid bum you suck!"

"broken road.
But, I got a lost a time or two wiped my brow kept pushin through
I couldn't see how every sign was pointin straight.....to....you."

Kyle finished his last line and looked up at a beautiful lady clapping. She handed Kyle a 5 dollar bill and said "I really love Rascal Flatts, that song is great."

"Thanks ma'am," Kyle said with a surprised look on his face.

The lady walked off and Kyle continued on with his song. This was his only way of getting money to get back to the BOS HQ. He spent all of his money on his guitar. Which was a stupid waste of money when he should be doing other things.

"I dont like that Team Soul one bit," said a man walking down the street.

Kyle stopped playing so he could listen to the conversation.

"Yea, nothing good could come out of Saffron from them."

"Saffron, Saffron," Kyle muttered to himself, "I need to get to Saffron!"

Kyle saw that lady standing next to the pay phone, "Ma'am could I please borrow another 5 dollars? I need to get to Saffron....My.....father is dying....yes that's it my father is dying."

"Oh, No! You poor dear, here take 10 more dollars."

"Thank You ma'am."

Kyle took the money and ran, he sort of felt bad about deceiving the woman but he needed to get to Saffron. There was something going on that he needed to know about.

Kyle sent a message to Fayt.

"I'm on my way."

Kyle walked through the grass where all the bug catchers were. They all had their nets swinging away at the Butterfrees that passed by.

"Weird kids, why don't they go after strong Pokemon like a Charizard."

Kyle unclicked his Charizard from his belt and released it.

"Charizard could eat those kids and there little bugs if they wanted to." Kyle said as he petted Charizard on the head.

Charizard was looking at all the bugs flying around and let out a loud roar, "Chari-ZARD!'

"No, Charizard let them have there fun." Kyle looked up at the sky, "You know Char once your wings are fully grown we'll be able to fly whenever we want to, wherever we want to."

[Daniella Defines Divinity]

Brook - you are accepted.

Dani - the 300 word per posts has always been like that...you should know that by now...lol.

rust - People arn't Ciborgs not acceptable.

OOC.It was 200 before, and I wasn't in the last one, and I agree about making your posts long etc, but like I said what if you're in the position where you can't make it any longer? I guess you could use the rest of the words describing staring at the ceiling :oops:

[Incongruity]

OOC: It looks like you've ignored my pleas shane... Oh well. I would like to explain that cibernetic parts are very possible if all of the other technology that is in this rp is. You see, if metal was able to be controlled the same way muscles are (as in, through nerve impulses and various endocrine hormones), it would not be that difficult. If hormone x or a specific level of a type of neurohumor was detected, a computer would be able to match the correct reaction. The computer would simply take commands, and initiate it into the ciborg parts, and the brain would think that the body was working normally. I'm sure if we have unbreakable systems, a billion martial arts masters, and mind-reading security systems, we could have ciborg parts in which the nerve impulses do NOT leave the body.

Although.. I too believe total transformation is a little much.


IC:

C.i.B.ORG HQ

sk was shocked. He did not know that TRILOBYTE was this close to fruition. He had waited for so long. His patience was finally about to pay off. Perfect timing too, with all the chaos from the assassination. He was ashamed at his previous doubt of Esper.

"Excellent work, Ravencroft. No offense to you, of course, Dr. Tiantus. AUGMENT will still come in handy for... law enforcement when the new society is created. Oh, one second." sk looked down at his hip, where a beep sounded and a light flashed, "Good, the other directors are coming in via sattelite. Please, stay. Both of you. With your recent work, you'll both soon make the board."

Various monitors on either side of the long table began to flash on with the faces of many old men.

"Hmm.. Some of you are missing... Oh well, we will brief them later on. I assume you're all late because you were securing a connection?"

"Of course, sk. Even though the president is gone, we must still remain covert. Nobody will be able to track us, but I say we should be careful nonetheless," said Vassily Tumanov, one of the higher officials on the board, "After all... we don't want another incident."

"Well, better safe than sorry, I suppose," sk agreed. He nodded to the others to make sure they understood that secrecy was important, atleast in this situation, "I am sure you all know of the president's assassination... And I originally called you over to discuss if it was us. However, that is beyond the point. Whether it was us or not, it was beneficial to us. Attention is off of us, and even if we were being tracked, we could not be immediately disabled. With this chaos, we have become less vulnerable. We will be abole to take advantage. At headquarters, one of our members has created an idea for our sound vector. We are close. With 70% of the pokemon in Kanto, 55% of the pokemon in Johto, and what is it, 55% in Hoenn affected, we should have little trouble. Not only that, our rates will grow exponentially once the chaos becomes full-fledged. More healing will be necessary at the Pokemon Centers. More tools, more products from the Pokemarts."

"Yes, but.. Orre and the Islands are far less reliant upon our products. We have much less of the market there. In fact, hardly any of the pokemon have been influenced."

"No matter. If we take over the main lands, they will be but havens. After all, we will need a scapegoat.. They will be portrayed as the outer lands. Lands of rebellion, of terrorism, of evil."

"Well, if you are so sure of yourself, sir, I must congratulate you. I must apologize for doubting your plans at first."

"But it must not be surprising! We humans have always relied on technology. It is what separates us from other animals. It is what keeps us alive! However, I must admit that even I didn't expect the dependencies on our products to be so great. But then again, pokemon must be caught. They must be taught moves and they must be healed... Apparently much more than I expected..."

"This is excellent news about TRILOBYTE, but what of the project that Dr. Tiantus is heading?"

"What about it? Once we get a vector to transmit the necessary frequencies,w e won't even need the project. It was designed to create a foothold. It was designed to give us standing. Indeed, it will only benefit us once TRILOBYTE succeeds, but it is not as necessary as it once was.

"I think that is all I can reveal through satellite, but I will send you all daily messages on our progress through secure lines, gentlemen. But no details. We will discuss those face-to-face. While technology is powerful, it is only as strong as those who create it. We cannot be too reliant, as that is the weakness that we will abuse in our enemies."

"Yes... that is indeed what we will abuse.. But what for.. These men do it for personal gain. They want money, power, fame. These are all good things, but so selfish.. I do it for the enlightenment. I want to teach the world the foolishness of peace in a species that will inherently disagree. Of course, these men will still be able to relieve their desires. With the new mindset soon to be put into place, there will be no limits to personal achievement. But I do not want that. I want to reforge civilization."

[Karisuma-Teichou]

OCC: I can determin what is acceptable and what's not...that's to bad if you don't like it....deal with it. You won't die from it.

[Lord Celebi]

OCC: I can determin what is acceptable and what's not...that's to bad if you don't like it....deal with it. You won't die from it.
OOC: I just like the look damnit. How about I just have no powers, and I'm just a metal cyborg? Not even eyecolor change. No godlike powers. Just a guy made out of metal.

[Kenny_C.002]

Team Soul Barracks, Saffron City

The briefing was nothing short of normal, withthe standard introductions and the introductions of the different squadrons new and old. We were also given the squadron name "Dawn". That was alright, since I've had worst, like "Set" or "Match". The schedule was nothing short of difficult, with early rising hours, rigorous with marathon running, intense study sessions, and free nights every night (which was nice).

After briefing, it was time to run. Essentially we would run around Saffron city, covering about 5 kilometers before running back to HQ, which takes about 3 kilometers instead. The marathon running was, in a way, shorter than the usual 10k run that the squadron drill sergeants would do to you every morning, afternoon, and evening, over hills and valleys, so this run was a pleasant surprise.

Since everyone wore nametags, I was able to at least learn to match some names and some faces. Unfortunately, I was at the back of the squadron, so it was unlikely for me to learn the names of the people efficiently. The lead two would be Jones and Tyrande, and the girl beside me would be Jess.

Jess looked fairly ordinary, with her average-sized blue eyes to her long curly hair; to her 5'4" height and her short strides that lacked the elegance of non-team women. She was still pleasant to the eyes nonetheless.

After the run, it was pretty much the day, so we retired to the barracks for that day. I set out to learn the names of the others, and hopefully get a nice first impression in. In the kitchen, three women were preparing some food for the "welcoming party" we were supposed to have. The women were Jess, Tyrande, and Erin.

Tyrande was slightly taller than I was, and has eeriely black eyes that seemed to fold backwards at times, which seemed to compliment her thick eyebrows. I noticed that she could make some nasty sharp leers if she needed. Her nose was sharp, and gave a contrast with her short red hair. I also noted that her figure was not as great as most of the other women in the squadron.

Erin was one of the women who absolutely would make men drool until death. The first thing was that she had at least a D cup (OOC: Uhhh....remember children, I'm in a different mode right now XD), and her long blonde hair did not reach far enough to cover them either. She had the standard brown eyes and was certainly eye candy for us men. And also Rex was hooked, who seemed to serve Erin as if he was in some sort of hypnotic trance. The fact that Rex had spikey green hair that did not compliment his dark blue eyes, and him being slightly taller than the women, did not really help his chances with Erin.

The TV had a habitat of Jones, Tao, Umi, and Hilary. Jones was the oldest man of the group, and carried a scar on his right arm as his main symbol. Tao on the other hand was delicate and quite a flirt. Umi was a more traditional (OOC: Japanese) woman, and seemed to ignore Tao's stpidity, while Hilary (OOC: think Duff beer ;)) played around with Tao.

In the bedroom, which housed four computers, were the last three, who happened to be on my end of the bedroom on the check-in list. Raphael was quite a technician with his computer skills, and his shades - which he never took off even during night time - add to his mysteriousness, which Jaina, a green-eyed platinum blonde girl seemed to dig, as she seems to notice him quite a bit, as well as his buzzcut dark blue hair.

My attention went to Relena, who was quiet, had composure, and seemed unfitting to have such light blue hair that paired with her gorgeous (guess it!) blue eyes. Her figure was as great compared to Erin, persay, but she would fit nicely around my arms. So I decided to make my move by sitting next to her, logging on.

I noticed that she was playing a Pokemon training and battling simulator, and was scoring very well, so I decided to do the same. After logging onto the simulator...

I was already logged on the simulator. It wasn't too much of a difference when it came to simulations and otherwise, so I decided to do some training while I was at it. The pokemon selection screen came up, and I selected random. The simulated pokemon came up to be Abra, Blastoise, and Ponyta. It wasn't so bad, so I decided to keep it and went into a three-on-three match, with all three pokemon out.

My opponent pokemon were an Umbreon, a Quagmire, and an Electabuzz. Just what I needed, weaknesses. It didn't matter as the battle had begun.

First of all, I was to relocate Blastoise to the back and commanded him to continue using surf. This would set up a primary offense against the opposing army, slowly weakening the army, and also giving me a striking chance at stopping that tank of an umbreon. The fact that it hits all of them was predicted to be useful.

With Abra and Ponyta, I would have to finish off the Electabuzz first, and with split-second timing, Electabuzz unleashed a thundershock through the surf as predicted, with Umbreon taking its rear with a confuse ray. Quagmire I assumed would also wait for a chance at the surfing strategy, which would be more than just a nuisance if that were to hit more times. I commanded the Abra to light screen the shock while getting ponyta to wait for a chance at fire blasting the electabuzz right after the shock stopped.

The plan worked perfectly, as light screen softened the blow to Abra and the damage did not even migrate to Blastoise, while Ponyta, under the shield, was able to fire blast the electabuzz without worry. The opposing umbreon was smart enough to abandon the attack and block the offense against electabuzz, but not without massive damage from both surf and fire blast.

Quamire stayed behind and attacked with surf as expected, but since Abra was taking the special attacks like a sponge, and also because quagmire sucked at special attacks, Abra survived long enough for a recover.

The exchange continued as both sides did not let up. However, the opposing army was weakening due to Umbreon actually going on the offense with confuse rays, which Abra glady synchronized with. The offending electabuzz went down after three or four exchanges, with Umbreon on the red. I looked at the status of my pokemon and saw a distressing Abra with a ponyta about to drop off to faintness. I answered their call by getting ponyta to slap umbreon once more with a fire blast, and Abra to psychic the quagmire.

Fortunately, the fire blast hit the Umbreon before its attack. Unfortunately, Abra hurt itself to faint mode. Quamire's surf also KO'ed ponyta. Since I had enough HP left on Blastoise, I just commanded it to "finish" the job and looked back on the keyboard, which was smoking from my ubermicro. I looked at the other three in the room. The blue haired girl was pleasant to the eyes and was just watching the action, while the cool guy there and the other girl I wasn't interested in were simply in shock. The match was over in my favour without me even caring.

I looked as the other three looked with shock or excitement. Apparently my skills were great, as the screen just gave me a perfect on "mania mode". I guess that was fine, but I couldn't explain how I did it, nor how the keyboard was smoking. I didn't have the micro.

OOC: W00t! Go Seraph! :)

[Neo Emolga]

Neo Winterfield
Brotherhood of Steel
BOS Bunker Capricorn. Altomare, Southern Island

It was about time we got a lead from the investigation going on Mossdeep. The intel given to me by Maverick was pretty helpful. Apparently, they had managed to find out that Franz Patterson was staying at the Scarlet Honors Suites hotel before the night of the assassination, hopefully the first step to finding him… or finding what was left of him...

Sir, we have managed to uncover that only twenty minutes after the assassination, Patterson had returned to his hotel room, and there were obvious signs of him leaving in a rush. His bags were left behind, along with plenty of other items. While there was no trace of the disk at all, we believe that was the item that Patterson had returned to his room for.

While there were no signs of any struggle in the room, we did find that he left behind a self-defense magnum registered to him. As for means of departure from the island, we believe he left the vicinity via private helicopter, and in the given time, he could be anywhere considering those circumstances. The last thing we found that might be of some relative importance is a list of phone numbers with names. All five of the council members, Ryan Elite, and many others are just some of the names that appear on this list. However, we are awaiting clearance before actually attempting to establish contact.

~ Paladin Vickers

Line after line after that was check in information, meeting information, and a whole slew of passports issued by the UWO. Still, what I wanted to find was something that led me back to where he originally came from. And no, not his presence in the UWO headquarters. I needed something that led me to his home, where he could be staying or at least give us some clue as to where his evacuation protocol was supposed to be in case of an emergency. And needless to say, this would fit the criteria.

I filled out the report, and told them to take with them as much as they could. The phone numbers would be good as contacts, at least one of them should have their cell phone on so it can be traced. That would be the best place to start.

I figured it was about time to counter operate Trist’s actions, and hopefully find some way to quiet the rioting. Simply enough, I figured peace would be possible if we allowed our clients to align with us, and forget about Trist and his Team Soul confederacy. Simply put, I was going to claim what was rightfully mine, and continue to ensure the safety of those who have given us the resources to continue fighting and persevering.

I then left an official statement that I was to leave the Capricorn bunker, and head off to Sagittarius based in Valencia Island in the Orange Islands region, where hopefully we’d save the planet from this hell of a mess sooner while sanity was still in supply. I already knew the Orange Islands were a hot spot for protesting activity, and to have it continue was going to be ridiculous. Rather than trying to stir up more of a mess, I was going to tell them that we were not going to follow Trist’s orders, regardless of whether he was officially leader of the UWO or not. And like the way Trist did it, I was going to need a mass media communication. All across Hoenn and the Orange Islands. It was a shame we were losing our Johto contacts, simply because they believed more in words than actions. And while Fuchsia was having no acknowledgement for Trist, the rest of Kanto still followed him. And I hated to say it, but it wouldn’t be long before the people of Fuchsia would either believe now, or they would be forced to believe later on.

An hour later, I had gotten aboard the Sea Battlecrusier known as the Terradax, one of the most powerful Brotherhood of Steel Navy vessels, armed with plenty of defense turrets using armor piecing caliber, while one of the heavy Baradyne cannons was affixed to the main hull, capable of firing a powerful explosive that would rip an apartment building to shreds, and inflict a nice amount of damage to the surrounding buildings. Along with it would be the Baladax and the Petrox, two other smaller Battlecrusiers that would serve as escort on the way to the Orange Islands. I honestly didn’t expect any resistance, but still, this was just another boring standard procedure.

Even if it meant dividing the world in half and ultimately ending the power, goal, and name of the United World Order over Hoenn and the Orange Islands, I was willing to do it. To me, people have a choice and they have a voice. If Kanto and Johto want to be controlled by a mad scientist, that’s fine with me, but Hoenn and the Orange Islands didn’t want to have to hand over all their resources out of force to someone they didn’t know. We knew them, and they knew us. It was time for the two of us to separate and support each other, and not the mystery face of Michael Trist.

After finally climbing aboard the Terradax based in Altomare, I knew it was time to head toward Valencia. While I was out, I already knew our troopers would be making headway toward the start of convincing Hoenn to follow our support.

To me, the UWO died with Ryan Elite and the loss of his council members. It was time to prepare for the road ahead, and not keep believing that old fantasies can stay alive when their foundations have crumbled.

[Fayt]

Saffron City – former UWO Apartments (now Team Soul)

Fayt checked the last message on his PDA again. He was to start his brand new UWO… or Team Soul… or whatever it is job tonight. However, it was the night shift. What do they thing? He was some sort of newbie? He knew his mission without much of a briefing. Dig as deep into Team Soul as possible. Pretty nice that he was stationed at not only Saffron City but also the Team Soul HQ. At least for tonight anyway, apparently he had to go through training once more. Oh he’ll have a thrill wiping the floor with some new Team Soul recruits in the paintball training.
Suddenly a knock was on the door. It was some cute receptionist. I guess its after hours and delivering stuff was some nice overtime. Although it was strange how she wasn’t out of her receptionist uniform yet. She had a box, obviously my new ID card and likely a security badge too.

“Hello, sorry to bother you…” she said but I cut her off.

“Oh not at all, miss. Come in, sit down, lemme get you a drink.”

“Um, no that’s really ok. Um… I have a package…” She shyly lifted the box towards me. Hehe, being approached by men was obviously not in the Team Soul training like good ole UWO days… then again, those days weren’t that good. I grabbed the box and gently cast it on the table by the side of the door. Before she could think, I grabbed her hand and led her in. Gentlemanly like of course. I closed the door behind her.

“So, what’s your name?”

“Oh… um… Terra. You are Fayt Hopter… right?”

“Yup, you found me alright. So what can I do for you then?”

She pointed over to the box. Oh right… the delivery. I suffer from short-term memory loss with cuteness around.

“I, uh… have to get home. And your shift is in 30 minutes…”

Damn, I always hated work. I checked my watch, she was right.

“Yeah, true. Hey how about dinner tomorrow? I need to meet some of these new Team Soul people. I was originally UWO.”

“Oh really? I always wondered what the UWO was like before the take over. Alright… I guess… Here, give me your PDA, I’ll write down my number.”

Reluctantly hit in a tad. It would be just my luck for the commander to send me mail right when she’s writing her number…

Oh, who’s Crimson Fury? He just sent you a message. Hehe, probably nothing important, here let me read it to you…

NO WAIT DON’T!

… I wouldn’t want to have to take her out and bail the mission.

“I prefer paper, call me old fashion,” I said with a wink. Must’ve worked because I got a giggle out of her. She went ahead and wrote it on some paper I had around. Ah, Terra… you have stolen my heart.

“Alright, you will call right?”

“You can count on me! If I don’t call by noon tomorrow I got run over by a truck.”

2 Hours Later, after saying goodbye to Terra, trekking over to Team Soul HQ and going through security, and then finally registering for fire training.

Saffron City – Team Soul HQ – Live Fire Training Room

A 1 on 1 paintball duel, I love this stuff. I wasn’t much of a pokemon duelist. After all, I only had Skarmory. So I usually got creamed in that training although Skarmory and I have had some fantastic battles. My game was guns. It was all about marksmanship, speed, agility, and best of all, manipulation.

I checked the bio of my opponent on the screen.
Name: Vicky Henson
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Rank: Security - Private
I loaded up on paintballs and CO2. It was time to have some real fun. I hope this Vicky is hot.

OOC: Thank you so very much for your character Terra, Kenny. :)

[HKim]

OOC: Fayt, as much as I love you working for Team Soul (yeah right). Most likely you wouldn't be a part of our training facility. One, Team Soul has two headquarters. The one that everyone has been talking about is the private HQ that only the most trusted members know about (which means a new members isn't likely to be told about it). Trusted members also include trusted recruits such as Kenny.

The second HQ is the public facility where Michael Trist works. It also is where Team Soul researches into medical technology as well as lay down plans for construction projects. In other words, we really don't have a training room (though you should see our library).

What might work is you discussing the training facility that is run by the UWO for its security personnel. That would make a bit more sense in terms of continuity.

I do have an entire description of both bases that I wrote up before the War, but I don't think I want to release to you all of the information. Maybe I'll display the public HQ information once I edit it since that information would be easily accessable.

[Shen]

OOC: Dang, this is hard to keep up with! AND there's a 300-word minimum?! I need to get in gear!

Dart Everancia
Brotherhood Of Steel
Fuschia City's Main Park

IC: Well, this is interesting, I thought as I picked up a newspaper. The front cover was dedicated to Michael Trist becoming UWO leader and Team Soul taking power. Neo would definitaly like to hear about this, but I bet he has already. This should be all over the news, what with riots and protestors and everything. I don't like the idea of Team Soul being in control of Kanto, and maybe the world soon enough.

Fuschia city was nice and quiet, for the time being.Sure, there are lots of tourists this time of year, but there aren't riots or protests. Nice place to relax and train pokemon. Speaking of, I needed to go pick up my pokemon from the pokemon center. I got up and started to make my way to the center when something caught my eye.

A person had just walked through the admission gates to the city, but was looking around, a dark look on his face. His eyes kept darting here and there, and he always stayed near the wall as he inched his way along. He had dark brown hair, a blue T-shirt and black jeans on, and a large wrist watch. every time he noticed somebody looking at him, save me, he'd duck behind a trash bin or something.

I was about to investigate when my PDA started buzzing. I pulled it out of my pocket and checked my messages. It was from BOS homebase.

Something's going down in Saffron. Go check it out. it stated, Make sure your identity is hidden. This is a top security secrecy project, and if it becomes known, the entire project would fail, so keep your identity to yourself. When you get to Saffron, Neo will instruct you on your mission and targets. Good luck.

I took out my digital pen-thing (I could never figure out just what that thing was!) and wrote a response to headquarters. Copy that. On route to Saffron. I touched the "button"on the screen that said "Send" with the digital pen, and I pocketed my PDA to start my way to my first mission.

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After collecting my pokemon from the pokemon center, I went to the pokemart to buy supplies. Luckily, I've won quite a few pokemon battles lately, so I had a lot of money. I bought all the supplies I'd need on my way to Saffron; it's kind of a ways off from Fuschia. When I was satisfied, I left the store after buying everything I wanted, and pulled my collapsable bike from my backpack and clambored onto the seat. I just got this a day before joining the Brotherhood, so that I could get everywhere without too much trouble. Also, I could now go on Cycling Road, a steep hill connecting Celadon and Fuschia.

After a while of riding along the docks, I felt at ease. I could think about anything while riding a bike. This time, it was about how to get to Saffron the fastest. Should I go through Vermillion and turn north, of maybe I should continue north to Lavender and go west. I pondered that, then decided to go through Vermillion, since it was a bit warmer that way, and it was scenic. Hey, I like to see the great sights too!

After turning on the road toward Vermillion, I turned my thoughts to my new mission. Sheez, I was a three-day Initiate, and I was already recieving secret missions from headquarters. First of all, why me? There are other, more experienced members, and I'm completely new to the Team! Did I have a trait or two that others did not? And just what was I supposed to do when I got to Saffron? What would my mission be about, and how difficult would it be? There were a ton of things that I might be doing, what with Trist becoming leader and Team Soul taking over.

Vermillion was beautiful this summer, the sun glinting of the ocean, tourists here and there, flowers in bloom all over the place, just a clean, beautiful city. I couldn't believe my hometown was this calm. A light breeze crossed my face, nearly blowing my hair off the left side of my face. I never showed anyone my face on the left if I could help it since the lab accident. I tried not to think about that incident. I was mentally scarred enough.

A few people sighted me and waved, recognizing me. I wasn't surprised. I was well known in Vermillion and Cinnabar Island for the work I did in science and technology. I smiled and waved back at most of the people I recognized, and just smiled at people I didn't. I rode right through Vermillion and turned to the exit road on th north side, trying to get to Saffron as quickely as possible.

It's only a half hour's ride on a bike from Vermillion to Saffron, so it was still only afternoon when I got to the main park in the middle of the city. When I got there, I whisked out my PDA and typed a message to headquarters.

Successful in arrivibg at Saffron. Awaiting further instruction

I made sure my message was clear enough, and clicked send.

[Fayt]

OOC: Fayt, as much as I love you working for Team Soul (yeah right). Most likely you wouldn't be a part of our training facility. One, Team Soul has two headquarters. The one that everyone has been talking about is the private HQ that only the most trusted members know about (which means a new members isn't likely to be told about it). Trusted members also include trusted recruits such as Kenny.

The second HQ is the public facility where Michael Trist works. It also is where Team Soul researches into medical technology as well as lay down plans for construction projects. In other words, we really don't have a training room (though you should see our library).

What might work is you discussing the training facility that is run by the UWO for its security personnel. That would make a bit more sense in terms of continuity.

I do have an entire description of both bases that I wrote up before the War, but I don't think I want to release to you all of the information. Maybe I'll display the public HQ information once I edit it since that information would be easily accessable.

OOC: Alright was a little confused with all the Saffron HQs :oops:. I'll edit it up a bit. Guess Hilary wouldn't be my training partner then but I'm keeping Terra in the post :surp:. Check the edit once its done and tell me if its better.

[JohtoTrainer]

En route to Saffron
Kyle was walking through Vermillion pondering on all of his memories. Few good memories, many bad memories. Father running away......

"I have no time for daydreaming I need to get to Saffron," Kyle said to himself.

There were many police officers strolling the streets checking bags. Making sure nobody dangerous crossed into Saffron City. They protected Michael Trist and Team Soul like they're god or something. Too bad they were never smart enough to protect Ryan Elite this well.

"Let me see what's in you pockets," an officer said as he patted down Kyle.

"Ok, hold on," Kyle replied as he pulled out the insides of his pockets.

"Ok, you're clean, go on through to Saffron," the officer said pushing open the gates to Saffron.

Kyle was an expert at hiding things, he had managed to put everything flat against his back underneath his coat in a secret compartment, including his PDA, which could never be taken from him. He was ordered to kill before he lets someone take his PDA. Messages concerning the Brotherhood of Steel fly through that thing constantly, if that fell into the wrong hands it could be very bad.

Speaking of the PDA....Kyle flipped the PDA open.

"Neo is moving away from the Capricorn Bunker to the Sagitarrius Bunker."

Kyle slammed it shut and muttered to himself, "I really hope nothing is wrong with Neo."

Saffron City

Kyle hadn't realized he was in the Center of Saffron, he had been walking the whole time he was daydreaming and reading his message. Kyle flipped open his PDA and sent a message that would go to all BOS members.

"I have arrived in Saffron City"

Kyle put the PDA on vibrate so that if he received a message it would not make a commotion while he was trying to get information.

Kyle walked to the Saffron Pokemon Center, trying to remember to keep his identity secret he decided to go by JT while he was in Saffron, He had always wished his parents would have named him Jonathon Tyler or something so he could go by JT.

He handed the Pokemart lady his Pokemon and sat down and prepared to wait along time for his Pokemon to come back.

[Marill]

Saffron City - Goldenrod City Magnet Train Station


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The two men arose from the conversation as Chad now knew every aspect and detail of the assignment that he and Marth were to accomplish. After Marth had returned from the luxurious changing room inside the Pokémon Center, he revealed he to was in his archeologist suit, ready to begin their concealed operation. The two left behind the red chairs, red wallpaper, and red carpet of the Pokémon Center to find themselves outside in a diversely colored atmosphere. Buildings of gray, shops of pink, and vending stands of green inhabited the busy city of Saffron, and even since the chaos commenced, for the most part things had still been the same.

Both members of the legendary Team Soul strolled towards the expedient Magnet Train Station located just nearby. The train station wasn’t but a couple hundred yards away, thus the two covered the distance in a timely manner. It was there that Chad and Marth kicked off their plan to travel to the Ruins of Alph. It had been Chad’s dream for a long time to see himself at the Ruins of Alph, as it embedded thousands of secrets within itself. Of course, Chad yearned to discover all the hidden truths inside the Ruins, so that he may again help our world better itself. If our present world knew the pure proverbial teachings of the past, people would seize knowledge they would need to know to live successful lives.

Finding their way to the actual station’s entrance, the two walked down a flight of concrete stairs to enter in beside the surprisingly clean ticket booth. The booth displayed various times of departures and arrivals, all of which seemed extremely short. Though outside tourists and such may be led to believe this was an error, Chad knew the full capabilities of the Magnet Train as he utilized it often. He felt it faster, cheaper, and safer than any other maneuver. Employing a flying Pokémon to go that far of a distance would be both a terrible tiring feat for the trainer and the Pokémon.

Purchasing their respective tickets, Chad and Marth boarded the train. It was from Saffron they would travel to Goldenrod City, Johto in order to move freely to the Ruins. Tucking his ticket into his shirt pocket, Chad awaited the train to make a complete stop as it advanced near him. After doing so, Chad and Marth stepped upon the metal step ladder to enter in the train. A loud whistle reverberated throughout the train station, alarming all that it was about to take off. Chad could feel the train start to move, and could hear it as well. The machinery that formed the train’s integral parts started to chug along, producing a sharp screech.

Though the cacophonic sound of the train starting up wasn’t pleasant, the ride was nice and smooth with only a few minor curves along the way. Progressing through mountains and forests, the train was prepared to take on any terrain set before it. Chad could see the landscape transform from Kanto to Johto outside the thick glass window in front of him. The seats Marth and Chad sat in were just the right height to experience the level of sight one needed to take in the scenic beauty.

Since it was late in the day, night fell upon the train, as did sleepiness upon its people, and therefore the two Team Soul members reverted to their bunks in the back of the train. Each person had their own comfortable built-in bed, fashioned with cold, crisp blanketing, and a khaki sliding curtain to protect each person’s privacy. As Chad pulled the curtain, he rest his head against the feather pillow pondering what he would do if his search in the Ruins yielded anything. He could picture himself smiling from ear to ear, overjoyed and ecstatic. If only that would happen...

As time passed, the darkness and sleepiness of the night lifted from Chad. Upon doing so, he woke up in an excited mood and made preparations for the day. His planning for the day seemed brief, as he had already thought about the vast majority of what to do. He was already complete appearance wise, as he slept in his archeologist suit to alleviate from the stress of taking more time to change. He wanted to check all belongings of his, to check that no one during the night had come and taken anything. Luckily, while doing so, he discovered nothing had been taken. In the mean while, Marth had already arose from bed, eaten an exquisite breakfast that consisted of pancakes and bacon, and had returned to confirm that Chad to was awake.

As the train began its stopping sequence, Chad felt only quite ‘pulls’ in the direction they were going as the breaks were engaged. When the train completely came to a halt, the big black speakers lined in the ceiling emitted the conductor’s words to affirm they were at their destination. Subsequently, Chad and Marth exited the train to set foot on Goldenrod’s precious ground. The city seemed clean, fresh, and alive. Pleasant aroma’s filled the air, a nice climate surrounded the two Team Soul members and an overwhelming sensation of tranquility surrounded both. They knew this was a beautiful place, and that is the very reason they had another headquarters stationed here. As the two climbed up cement stairs to find themselves at true ground level, the two located a way outside of the beautiful city. Planted in the middle of the sidewalk, stood a shady trees, all thick and bulky in size. These towering objects provided shade as Chad and Marth marched out of Goldenrod.

The two kept on until they found themselves in the very outskirts of town. Upon a hill just north, the two could see the beauty that was Goldenrod, triggering Chad to think about how it could be this pretty. “God must have put more time into this city,” he thought to himself. Smiling, Chad felt a small breeze brush past him, which even enlightened his mood more. He felt ecstatically happy. “Now I know what ‘Seize the day’ means,” he quietly said. He was about to embark on the adventure of his life. The first true mission since disorder broke out would be the most fun, much less the most important.

Looking onwards into the rich sun, Chad extended his arm, thrust his crimson and pearl colored Pokéball, and heard the revolutions it made as it spun in the air. Upon hitting the ground, his majestic Fearow emerged from the red light that enveloped it and started to fly around. Its golden brown feathers allowed it to freely move throughout the air, to do whatever it wanted. In the same manner, Marth unleashed his Aerodactyl, shrieking as it left its Poké-ball. It flapped its gargantuan gray wings to fly alongside Chad’s Fearow, trying to stretch them out as well.

As the two trainers made signals for their Pokémon to land, the two nodded in unison as they both climbed aboard their Pokémon. Fearow and Aerodactyl lifted off in the most rapid manner Chad had ever experienced, but this just added to his excitement. Fearow and Aerodactyl flew into the enormous orange sun, heading in the direction of the famous Ruins of Alph. Both men couldn’t wait to partake in their next adventure.

[Neo Emolga]

Neo Winterfield
Brotherhood of Steel
Onboard the Terradax, bound for Valencia Island

I didn’t like leaving the Capricorn bunker behind, since it was one of the ones where I was most comfortable at. Still, my intentions were to contact Proconsul Alvin Gregory of the Orange Islands Secretariat before making any kind of public broadcast. We needed these guys more than ever, and it was about time we start proving grounds. If we managed to get Hoenn and the Orange Islands to side with us and declare independence from the unity they previously had with Kanto and Johto, then that would have to give Team Soul second thoughts before thinking everyone was just going to bow down and pay homage to Trist just for who he was.

I had gotten a message on my PDA, and I was pretty surprised to see it. Kyle, Dart, and Fayt had already made it to Kanto, both Kyle and Fayt stationed in Saffron with Dart in Fuchsia. Man these boys were fast! Apparently, Fuchsia was dying down in commotion after all as I had learned from Dart’s status report. I had a feeling it would happen sooner or later, but that wasn’t going to stop us. Fuchsia may have stopped caring about this whole mess, but like hell we're going to stop.

While we traveled on the ocean, I sent them all a message. Hopefully while I tried to get Hoenn and the Orange Islands to separate from any governance of the UWO, I could get them to obtain information about Trist’s plans. I then started typing out my message, hoping they would see it soon.

Message from Head Commander Winterfield

I’m pleased to see already many of our forces have made it to Kanto, the central headquarters of Team Soul operation. As far as I know, Michael Trist, the head commander of Team Soul and self-acclaimed head of the United World Order, is already taking action in his new position. With no doubt in my mind, his mission is to declare the world under the rule of his organization, hence the reason why the name Team Soul still exists and has not be formed under the identity of the UWO. While he messages acclaim these actions to be in the name of peace, it won’t be long before he starts exploiting his power. While Ryan Elite was a leader admirable in everyone’s eyes, Trist does not hold these same qualities, and is acting only on his interest for Team Soul and not the people of the UWO. Needless to say, we cannot allow this to continue.

As for my status, I left the Capricorn bunker to head for the Sagittarius bunker based on Valencia Island. As you know, the Orange Island has its own council of internal affairs, an entity separate from the UWO that was used to act as a branch off of the UWO before Elite was assassinated. My objective is to make a pact with Proconsul Alvin Gregory, who many of you know is the administrator of the Orange Islands Secretariat. Like with our current plans in Hoenn, our objectives here are to declare an official separation from the rest of the UWO, and instead create our own identity. While we have often acted in secrecy in the past, I feel it’s about time we spread our influence as far as possible and start proving grounds. Gregory and I will create a new pact, giving him and his council more power over his own region, while the region itself will be in our name, and will be ours to protect. This will allow the people to have the governing body of their choice, one administered by the council that has always been in charge while under the protection of the Brotherhood of Steel, a name they had already trusted for years for protection. Brothers, we must prove that there is another solution besides listening and obeying the self proclaimed dictators of the UWO. I believe we are that solution.

While many of you have based yourself in Kanto, this does give us an advantage. While Trist is trying to control Kanto from hysteria and ensure its stable, we need to make sure that any action toward Hoenn and the Orange Islands is suppressed. You mission is to find out what Trist’s plans for Hoenn and the Orange Islands is. If you come across anything, I want you to take those plans, act on behalf of Team Soul, and obscure the information and pass it down as much as you can. Trist won’t be able to get his team to operate correctly overseas if the mission objectives and intel are being confused among it’s operating members. That will buy us time to get Hoenn and the Orange Islands to separate, and prove that in time, not everyone agrees with Trist being in the seat of the world leader.

Good luck to all of you, and may you remain steadfast to yourselves and the cause.

Commander Neo Winterfield

I then set it out to all of them. I then turned off the handheld device, and simply waited before landing in Valencia Island. I quickly became bored with staring at the sea for the longest time, but that was pretty much the reason why I never became a sea-faring man.

Hopefully it wouldn’t be long now. I knew they didn't want to work under Team Soul and neither did any of us.

Like hell I would ever want to see the Brotherhood of Steel become a sub-division of Team Soul. We had far more potential than to become someone else's dog.

[Marill]

Ruins of Alph


The two Team Soul associates graciously landed as they arrived at the Ruins. Both men hurriedly recalled their Pokémon, so they could quickly began their expedition. As Chad looked to Marth, he moved towards him at sight of a hand signal to come closer. Marth quietly and precisely informed Chad that the two would be splitting up, as it would be easier to cover more ground more quickly. Marth then pointed to Chad’s left pocket where an electronic discussion device was located. Chad promptly turned it on, and recalled how Team Soul created such a mechanism for untraceable conversations between two or more people to occur. In simple, it was a walkie-talkie that allowed no eavesdroppers to listen in. Chad affirmed he would call Marth only once he found something of concrete importance. He didn’t want to find something and it be of no significant value. Hence, Chad knew he would need to make certain something was of vital importance before contacting Marth.

Nodding in agreement, the two split up, with Chad going to the entrance of the Ruins. Upon introducing himself to the ancient contraption, he studied the weather-worn drawings and writings scattered throughout. He had read about these sayings earlier when the same writings appeared in a murder case he had investigated. Chad had to learn what symbols meant to decipher a morbid ransom note from a kidnapper in Fuchsia. Recalling the case, he knew word for word what each drawing that was before him meant:

“Our words shall remain here for the ages -
Thus we shall erect a Pokémon statue outside -
We humans must learn to walk in harmony with them -
They possess great insight and refuse the outside world -
We depart for their sakes.”

Though he had no indication of what the mess meant, he knew that he could decode any other messages that lay dormant throughout the Ruins because of his extensive knowledge of what each symbol represented. According to myth, there were tons of tunnels that actually comprised the Ruins of Alph, though there were only a select few in which present day humans had actually surveyed. Therefore, it could be that there were mysteries yet to be revealed to the world within the Ruins. Thinking over this point, Chad collected himself, let out a breath, and smiled to himself. “Today could mark a new discovery. Today was the here and now. No better time to start than now,” he thought.

Chad began to search for any other pathways, catacombs and tunnels by pressing up against the ancient walls of the main corridor. He got no where real fast. Then, thinking to himself, he knew that whoever created the ancient writings and hieroglyphs had to cooperate with whomever built the Ruins, if they had not done it themselves. Therefore, whoever constructed the building had to have been architecturally clever as well, given their time period. Pondering yet again, Chad reminisced about his studies of the Ruins. He once more considered the written words upon the walls.

“What if... what if... Maybe!” Chad ran full speed outside to find himself at the grand entrance once more.

Jovial, Chad had unlocked the first mystery. Just as he thought, the first true entrance to the unknown sections of the Ruins of Alph laid under the statue outside, just as the saying had proclaimed there would be. The message served as a symbolic metaphor, which amused an analytic Chad. The words remained there for ages, as they pointed towards the statue. The statue had to have some insight to something, refused to the world outside. It was from the words in the main room Chad had to depart to find the statue.

As he exited the cave, he inspected the statue that served as much more than a symbol. Chad couldn’t make out what the Pokémon upon the statue was supposed to be, but it was of trivial significance. He proceeded on with his mission, not thinking about what appeared; it was what lay uncovered that intrigued him. He thrust his hand against the bottom of the statue, moving it slightly away from its base. Then rotated the entire sculpture three times to carefully place it upon the sandy ground that was ever present around the Ruins. Although it appeared that nothing was underneath the newly exposed concrete block that had served as the base, Chad knelt down dug around one side, so he could pick up on it.

Chad pulled up on the block, not paying much attention to it, and laid it to the right. Underneath where the base block had previously been, had once laid total darkness. However, when Chad removed the base, he saw the darkness being pierced with light. The light bared an opening to lower sections of the ruins. Chad knew this was the place he was supposed to find, since it had rock steps that made up a primitive ladder, in which was instilled into the side of the hole. Chad knew that the steps wouldn’t be present if they weren’t to be utilized, therefore he concluded this was safe, and this was the exact point he was supposed to be. Before Chad advanced downwards, he glanced toward the newly uprooted concrete block. Looking down upon it, Chad saw faint letters that appeared to be similar to those inside the caves. Trying to decipher the word, Chad first thought what it could be. In those etchings he had already studied, the world “harmony” stood out, away from the rest. But, the letters upon this block comprised what seemed to be a five-letter word. After thirty seconds of complete concentration, he observed the word what was printed upon the block. Laughing to himself, he thought how funny the word was. “Hmm.. That’s humorous.” Shaking his head in amusement, he kept crawling down the steps. Unity is such an ironic word for this day and age.

[Karisuma-Teichou]

NOTICE:
Any more OOC posts will be a against you for a strike. It's to hard to read the Role Play now much less with is filled with OOC posts. Also posts still need to be 300 words not counting your location at the top.

Strikes:

- rust: C.i.B.ORG - 1/2 Depending on if your me or Harry.
1. For not meeting the 300 word limit
2. God-Moding - This is the one Harry took off witch needs to stay.

13 Hotspring Boulevard,
Lavaridge Town

-I looked up at the door to see Tarses' head exposed and then his whole body. He didn't seem to happy about something but who knew what.-

''It's better that I was early and not late. Although it seemed to be serious other wise I'd still be at home watching re-runs of Monday Night RAW.''

-I watched as Tarses dissapeard from sight. My long coat floated behind me as I fallowed Tarses' orders and walked into the office and looked at the table with all the neatly stacked piles of peper. I looked up at Tarses and then to all the stacks. I tried to figgure out what the hell all these paper were doing here and what they would be for.-

''I don't expect to stay here over night. I live in the next town that's why I got here so quick. By the way what the hell is with all these papers?''

-I walked down the side of the long table and stood behind the chair that sat next to Tases. I had woundered why he need to se us. I looked around to see that I was the first and only other member of The Puppeteers here.-

''Where the heck is everyone else? Unless there coming at a different time.''

-I stood there still behind the chair waiting for Tarses to tell me why he wanted me here and what he wanted me to do. I still couldn't understand why he need all the papers on the table. I was really in the mood to have a meeting just to go through a million stacks of paper. I was more of a 'Get to the point already' type of person. If you had to waste my time to tell me some long story when you could just get to the point I didn't want to hear it. I had more importaint things to worry about.-

[JohtoTrainer]

Kyle Ward
Saffron City

Kyle had gotten his Pokemon back from the Pokemon Center and was now walking around the town when he felt his PDA vibrate.

"Damn, Neo sure does have a lot of time to type messages on this thing, that's really long!" Kyle said in shock.

Kyle read the message aloud to himself, and said "Wow, Trist is starting to get a little bit power hungry."

Kyle walked about the city, and finally found the Team Soul HQ. Kyle couldn't believe how long it took him to find The HQ it's huge and right in the center of the city. Kyle was a little reluctant to go so he sat outside of the HQ and watched all The Soul members go in and out. He finally mustered up the courage to walk in.

Team Soul HQ Reception Area

Kyle walked to the Receptionist and said "Hey,....um....," Kyle looked at her name-tag, "Terra. My name is JT and...I have many abilities that I feel could help Team Soul in their mission."

She typed somethings in the computer and said, "JT, what does JT stand for? We're going to need your full name."

"JT, um....it's Jacque Tuboi." Kyle crinched up his face as he spit out this stupid name.

"You don't sound French," The receptionist said to him giving him a criticizing look.

"Yea, well I never spoke French, my parents are French but I was born in America."

"Ok, whatever you say Sir," she said still confused.

She handed me an ID card, and a key to my new room. Room number 201.

"Oh and By the way, you're the first guy not to hit on me today." she said smiling."Oh, and another thing, I can't promise you'll stay in the team long, Michael Trist has the last say in who stays and who doesn't, but you can stay until he says otherwise."

Kyle walked up to his new room and pulled out his PDA. And sent a message to Fayt.

"I'm in Team Soul. Please drop by Room number 201 when you have time.Call me JT while we're here."

He pressed send and typed in a new message. To Commander Neo.

"I'm in Team Soul.Apparently my new name is Jaque Tuboi. Or JT."

I pressed Send, closed the PDA, put it in my pocket and locked it up in my nightstand. I hoped that this mission would work. Team Soul is taking over the world.

[Silver127]

((Sorry I haven't even started yet... I've had so much to do it's scary. I haven't had time to read many of the posts... again, sorry, I'll try to catch up as soon as I have the time.))

[Karisuma-Teichou]

Strikes:

- rust: C.i.B.ORG - 1/2 Depending on if your me or Harry.
1. For not meeting the 300 word limit
2. God-Moding - This is the one Harry took off witch needs to stay.

- Silver: D.A.R.K. - 1
1. Posting a non-Role Play post. Didn't even put OOC posts even though there not allowed

You would have gotton a warning but it's right there not 2 posts up and in a different color even.

[Dog of Hellsing]

NAME: ARUNEI SHADE
CODENAME: DRAGONSTORM
LAVARIDGE POKEMON CENTER

After a few minutes, we arrived at Lavaridge. I grinned and recalled King after thunking his side affectionately.

"Thanks, ya hunk of Dragon flesh."

King gave a grumble and thwacked me upside the head gently with his tail before he was sucked back into his PokeBall. I snorted and rubbed my head; he hadn't his me hard, but King had a lot of power in that tail of his and even a soft blow left my ears ringing.

"Huh, that's how he treats me. Oh well, I should be used to it by now, I guess."

I walked towards the Pokemon Center, then stopped. I know how our Leader was about the times he set. He was fierce about it. I rubbed my head again and went instead to the PokeMart, heading inside to buy some supplies. After stocking up on some Potiony and status items, I left and wandered around for a time. I then shrugged and headed inside the Pokemon Center. I headed over to where Nurse Joy was standing behind the counter and took my PokeBalls from a pocket, setting them on a tray she'd produced.

"I'll be over there," I said, pointing to a chair near the door. Nurse Joy nodded as she turned away.

"I'll have a Blissey bring you your Pokemon when they're ready."

"Thanks."

I grinned and turned, walking to the chair I'd pointed out and sitting down in it. I stared outside, wondering what was going on. Something told me it might have to do with Elite's death, but I wasn't sure. I sighed and shrugged, putting my head back and closing my eyes as I waited for my Pokemon to be healed. It was nice and cool in the Pokemon Center, compared to the toastyness of outside because of the volcano. Not that I minded the heat, I just didn't feel like being hot at the moment. I sighed softly, humming to myself as I waited.

[Matthew]

OOC: Alrighty.... here is my entry... finally :P

Name: Mako Kronos
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Team: CiBORG
Physical Description: With dark brown hair falling to a couple of inches above his shoulders, Mako stands at an average hieght. He has tanned skin and appears to have a light stubble on his weathered face. Mako has been through a lot since his child hood, so he has on occasional scar here or there. He has one that is located on the left side of his face, vertically through his eye. Covering his right eye, he has a scanner head set, allowing him to asses situations with it and calculating precise measurements. He was left right armless after an accident 10 years ago in which he had a cybernetic arm attached. He wears a wife-beater top over his smooth muscular torso and torn jeans. He has a few chains on his left arm and a necklace given to him by his mother days before here untimely death. He has a skull tattooed on his left arm with a snake sliding through the holes.
Personality: Ruthless, yet sentimental at times. Mako tends to hide his emotions, giving him a cold, hard ambience, though to those close to him, he is a kind, caring man.
History: When Mako was 18, he was in an almost fatal car accident that killed both his parents and left his body scarred, both physically and mentally. He lost his arm and had it replaced with an artificial one. He was further rejected by society and joined the CiBORG, an organization that sees that peace can only be achieved in the world when humans are not behind it. He began to believe in the development in technology. Throughout the years, Mako began to rise in the ranks of the team, becoming a hopeful leader and a great politician.
Pokemon: http://img184.echo.cx/img184/4878/matthewcopy1ne.png
Other: The limits of Makos' abilities include a charger for his arm and scanner, which periodically need to be charged. His actions deplete his energy, depending on the extremity of the task that he performs. Mako possesses super strength in his right arm, and can calculate alot of stuff with his scanner, though they can be unreliable at times due to glitches still in the system... no body said cybernetics was perfect... did they? Hehe. His arm is pretty much similar to Will Smith's character in I, Robot.

[Shen]

Dart Everancia
Brotherhood Of Steel
Saffron City: Outside Team Soul HQ

I was standing by the big HQ of Team soul, watching operatives go in and out of the building. I wondered if they even realized a member of another team was watching their every move. Or did they, and was setting a trap for me? I pondered this problem for a moment, until my buzzing PDA interuppted my thoughts.

I pulled my PDA out of my back pocket and inspected my new message, surprised that Neo had gotten my mission to me so quickly. After reading Neo's long message (Man, did he ever have a lot of time on his hands. There must be nothibg at all happening on the blue sea, at least for the time being.), I realized i wasn't the only one who'd been given this mission. After sending a response to HQ about this inquiry, I found out that Kyle and fayt were on this mission as well. Kyle and Fayt were the first two people I met after joining the Brotherhood, save Neo. I was glad to see that of all people, these two were on the mission with me. I just hope I don't blow the mission by blurting out a hello to them. This was a serious mission after all! I'll just have to pretend I've never met them before...

I pocketed my PDA, and went into the Team Soul HQ, beginning my life as a spy in this deadly war.

Saffron City: Team Soul HQ

I walked inside, and happened to see someone at the desk already. I couldn't recognize him, but he seemed oddly familiar...

"Oh, and by the way, you're the first guy not to hit on me today." The woman at the desk said to him, smiling all the while, "Oh, and another thing, I can't promise you'll stay in the team long, Michael Trist has the last say in who stays and who doesn't, but you can stay until he says otherwise."

He nodded and left up a staircase. I looked around. Man, this place was so big, it reminded me of Silph Co.! I stared in awe at my surroundings.

"Um...can I help you sir?" the woman said suddenly, snapping me out of my stupor.

"Oh! Yes, sorry." I said apologetically, "I'm here to sign up for Team Soul. I feel they might like my technological expertise to help them succeed in their full-scale plans. Would that be possible?"

She raised an eyebrow, almost suspiciously. "Y'know, you're the third person to sign up in the past two hours! If I didn't know better..."

I stepped back in surprise, holding my hands up in front of my chest. "It's nothing like that!" I said, nervous that she might catch on. "It's just that when Michael Trist came to power, I wanted to help. that's all!" I felt sick. I just knew she'd see right through my bluff.

She looked at me a bit longer, then started typing on her computer. "Alright then." she said, causing me to sigh in relief, "I'll just need your name and age then."

"Oh, it's.." I though hard, trying to think of a normal, non-suspicious name, "Jonathan Crow." Please, do not ask me where I got that name, it just appeared in my head.

She typed a little more into the computer. "OK, all done!" She held up a piece of paper that had printed up. "Please report to this room in two hours. You're not exactly accepted yet, and to be accepted, we'll need to see how exactly you can help us. Your instructor will test you on certain levels of scientific knowledge, he'll see if you can explain certain theories, and stuff like that. your admitance will be decided by a group of higher officials later in the week. I suggest you find a hotel room for the next week so you can be close to us and we'll be able to give you your results in person. I wish you luck!"

As I started to walk towards the exit, the girl called me over. "Wait a second!" She yelled. I ran over to her desk to see what she wanted.

"I forgot to ask," she said sheepishly, "I'll need your cell phone or PDA number to contact you, just in case we need you here if something goes wrong in your test, or if they can't get to you to tell you your results are in and we need you to get here as soon as possible. Let me see your phone or PDA please." She held out her hand.

I handed her my PDA a little slowely. I never let anybody else handle my personal belongings. And besides, what if HQ sent me a message at that moment? That would jepeordize the entire mission!

She tapped a few things, then handed me back my PDA. "OK, you're all registered. Again, good luck!"

I sighed cassually, hiding my immense relief. That was a little too close. I nodded anyway, and headed towards the exit. I went out of the building, and looked for a close, nice hotel I could crash in for a while.

Saffron City: The Double Treeko Hotel

I leaned against the wall of a good hotel I managed to find and taped out a message to HQ on my PDA. Infiltration successful. Proceeding to second phase. I hoped they new what I meant by phase two. I was to begin acting under Team Soul, find what Trist's plans are, obscure them, pass them down to other Team Operatives, and pretty screw up Team Soul. May God help me.

I went in, got me a room for a week, and went to an elevator to get to floor ten. The elevator arrived at floor ten shortly, and the doors opened quietly to a long, wide hallway, with a large room at the end. The far wall was a large window, overlooking Western Saffron. The setting sun shone through it, lighting up the entire hallway with a gold radiance. It was a beautiful sight, to say the least. It looked as though Saffron had plenty of money to spend on looks and such.

I walked along the left wall, looking for room 319. When I found it, I inserted my key into the lock and turned it. The lock slid open, and I opened the door. I whistled at the sight before my eyes.

It was like having my own house inside the hotel. It was an elaborate, expensive looking interior, complete with fireplace, kitchen, and three bedrooms. I got over to the leather couch and thought to myself, Man, I could get used to this!

EDIT: I hope this is better in everyone's eyes.

[Karisuma-Teichou]

Your accepted Matthew! ^_^

[JohtoTrainer]

Kyle Ward
Kyle Ward's Room in the Team Soul Barracks
11:00 PM

Kyle's PDA vibrated, he was asleep but the vibrating sound was annoying inside of the nightstand it was like an alarm clock. Kyle rose his head up slightly wondering what all the commotion was.

He opened up the drawer saying, "This better be important."

He flipped open the PDA and read the message. He flipped it back shut and said, "Yes, one more BOS member in the Team Soul ranks."

Kyle remembered he needed to send something back to Dart.

He typed in the message and sent it to both Fayt and Dart.

"Meeting in my room. Room number 201."

He pressed send and laid his head back down.

Kyle Ward
Kyle Ward's Room in the Team Soul Barracks
9:00 AM

Kyle had slept a little longer then he had originally planned. Now, was when he needed the PDA to vibrate and wake him up. He jumped up when he realized what time it was and threw on some clothes and ran out the door. He ran back in and grabbed his PDA out of the nightstand, then ran back out. He ran down the steps and into the reception area.

"So, anything you want me to do today?" Kyle asked the receptionist.

"Yes, leave us alone until Trist tells us what to do with you."

Dissapointed that he had nothing important to do within the Team Soul ranks he decided to take a little stroll around the Team Soul HQ. He walked to the elevator and just picked a random button.

"Hmm, let's how about Floor number 10, yep sounds good," Kyle said as he pressed the number 10 on the elevator. He walked through the halls and saw many doors labeled "Lab" and "Authorized Personnel Only."

He tried to open a door that said "Authorized Personnel Only" but of course that didn't work.

"I knew there was no way I was getting in there," He muttered to himself as he twisted the handle.

Kyle walked to the next door marked "Lab 1" and walked in.

"Wow, this isn't much of a lab, it's just a big round table with chairs all around it, looks more like a board room.

He walked around the table and saw some papers laying on the table. He pulled out his camera phone and took pictures of them, he wasn't going to have time to read them, he didn't know if they were important or not, but he took a picture of them. He ran out of the lab as fast he could. Just as he shut the door someone was getting off the elevator.

"Oh, you're one of the new guys, welcome to Team Soul," the man said to him as he passed Kyle by.

"Thanks man."

Kyle walked back to Room 201. He whipped out his phone, went to Photo Message and sent it to Neo. The picture was immediantly deleted from his phone so he was not going to be able to read it. He was going to have to leave it up to Neo to decide if it was important or not.

Kyle laid his head back and waited for Dart and Fayt to come for the meeting.

[Kenny_C.002]

OOC: Fayt, yeah everyone's in one the action with Terra. XD I also noticed that I forgot Raphael's name on the "order" of my teammates, it's suppose to take "Rex" beside Relena.

Deoxys Trainer: I really don't think it works man. It's a public facility and all...

If anyone wishes for a character from the team aside from: Raphael, Umi, Jess, and Relena. Fayt, if you wish to have Hilary (you lucky man, I chose to go with Umi since you chose Hilary anyway. lol) on hand, you can take her (answer me back, I'll get her out of the team before we get sent onto a mission which something "unfortunate" happens).

IC:
Saffron City, Team Soul Barracks, in the hidden HQ

The rest of the night proceeded smoothly without much going on. Apparently the entire team other than those present didn't believe such an average man such as I would ever have such advanced strategies to conquer such a simulation program that even its creator had trouble against.

After a meal during the party, I went in to help with the dish washing, as any gentleman would. Inside the kitchen were Jess, Relena, and Tyrande, doing every step of the washing, but nobody was drying the dishes. Dutifully, I started to dry the dishes.

Relena spoke first, "Kev...could you teach me?"

I answered, "I'm not that good, really."

Jess butted in, "Are you really that good? Sheesh I thought you were one of those weakling types who wimps out at everything."

I retaliated, "No, of course not. My personality doesn't allow for that."

Tyrande joined in on the action, "Really son, you are indeed a great asset to this squadron, since 'm not seeing too many capable people in here."

I answered with, "You know this is jeoperdising your position here as the head, right?"

"It does not matter, since I was selected democratically."

Jess hammered in with more questions and the like, and her eyes lighting up with each sucessive answer. She was more like feeding on the energy to spend for more! Even so, a sweet girl and very energetic she was, dropping maybe three or four plates in that short session of communication. Tyrande just started to concentrate on her job, but never seemed to actually get any plates for rinsing. Relena just stood there, attempting to speak but could never do it. She needed to loosen up, but with such an aggressive girl out on the loose, one could not blame her.

It was fun in the end, and the day ended as such. Strangely enough Relena slept in the next bed and Jess on top. It was similar to heaven, with those two to brighten up the day. Besides, the assignment was to come soon.

[Karisuma-Teichou]

Warnings:

Both JT and Deoxys Trainer get a warning for there last posts. You can't just walk in tell a little info, assume your hired and get a room. You need to fix your posts or you'll recieve a strike to the both of you.

[bronislav84]

Well, I'm late. It might take me a while to get up to speed, but I'll post my signup and read whats going on, for now.

Name: Krad Phylosophya (Nickname: Sophie. The name is done in traditional Japanese style, just so people know)
Age: 20
Gender: F
Team: Dark Angels: Renegade Knights
Physical Description: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v489/bronislav84/Art%20Pix/Sophie.gif
Nobody drool, now. The Pic is by Ninja Emperor, so if you like it, let him know. I'll be getting him to post soon.
Personality: Usualy silent and cold, she sometimes has momentary lapses of "Funny Anime Girl"-ness. She prefers to only talk to people who she trusts and usually has trouble trusting people.
History: Sophie has had a hard life. Her parents were killed when she was 2. There was an attempted hostile takeover of the company and her parents (the presidents) were shot to death. The only reason that the attack failed was because there was an exploion that killed the attacking Leader and they had to pull back. Sophie has been cared for by "Guardian" for as long as she could remember, and he has led the company until she turned 15. He had a termial ilness and died when Sophie turned 15. Before that, he told her (age 5 and a half) of how she lost her parents. She was deeply saddened that she was too young and unable to even recall the events, let alone help them. She decided to wear "a cross" for life. She wears sunglasses, and has developed a condition where she can't see in light without them.
Pokemon: Umbreon, Raichu (Zap), Flygon, Blaziken (Hot Foot), Lapras, Vileplume (Smelly) [These may change and I'll say something, but perhaps not]
Other: Her brother is Tamer's character.

Also, a note about our team's base. It's location is supposed to be an artificial Island City in the South Hoenn Sea, with a standard (Meaning it can move, if needed) location somewhere between Sootopolis and Mossdeep. The name of the City is "Ultima City". This (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v489/bronislav84/Xenosaga/kukai_foundation.jpg) is sitting on the island, half inside the ground. It IS the city, actually.
This (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v489/bronislav84/Xenosaga/durandal2.jpg) Ship is the Spike in the center of the City, but there's one thing I have to change from that picture. The Ship docks in the top not the bottom, since the bottom is in the ground. It's name is "Durandal", just like in Xenosaga. :tongue:

[Karisuma-Teichou]

Bron has been accepted. ^_^

[Marth]

Ruins of Alph

"Hurricane, thanks for the ride. Rest now, I'll need you later" I said as Hurricane was transformed in a red energy beam, thus entering its gray pokeball. We had finally arrived at the Ruins of Alph, where we hoped to find answers to the questions, and questions to the answers. Chad had made a soft landing too, and he had already called Fearow into his pokeball. I slowly aproached him, observing the panorama while my mind thought about the posible options. i considered splitting up the best choice, so I told Chad he would investigate the main ruins, in the Mountain of Awe, and I wold investigate the minor ruins, in the Mountain of Horror. I pointed to his left pocket, we carried special walkie-talkies implanted on our ears, the electronic devise in his pockets turned on the speakers (implanted on our mouths), special technology by Michael Thirst and Josh. That pair never ceased to surprise me.

I went to the north, were the entrance of the Mountain of Horror erected before me. It was named after some old explorers spent the night in its humid walls; and they heard laughs and noises during all night. They fleed in horror, never to return. Later investigations showed that ghost pokémon gather in that cave certain times each year, and that the laughes were probably provoked by some ghost pokemons' joke. It's a weird theory, but I don't see any other explanation that doesn't involve pokémon.
I double checked the pokémon I had with me. Blazikens fiery red ball was in the first slot, Hurricanes in the second slot, and Alakazam in the third one. A good team, they covered each others weaknesses completely.
I stopped at the entrance of the cave. This one was not iluminated with electricity, so I took a torch from my backpack, and called out Blaziken.
The human-shaped pokémon emerged from it's fiery pokeball, and it lit the torch right away. He even offered to carry it...well, he didn't offer, he just took the torch from my hands.

I ran after him, checking the walls and the floor everytime I could. A group of Zubats rose from their sleep and flew to the entrance of the cave, the light might had disturbed them. After reaching a bifurcation, I noticed some strange footprints: A pair of what seemed to be claws with a sharp end, joined in a consistent heel. Pokémon probably, but I couldn't identify them. I was about to press the talk button in my device, when Chad's voice echoed in my mind:
"I've found a secret entrance next to the main ruin... it seems like an unused road"

After telling Blaziken to stop moving, I replied quickly.
"We don't know what Pokémon are living there. Wait for me." I replied anxiously: Our investigation had given a small fruit.
"Blaziken, we're returning to the main entrance" I said.
Blaziken started running, and I couldn't do anything to stop him. He was a natural athlete even if it was a Fighting type Pokémon.
After a long sprint, I finally saw Chad waving at us. He had moved a statue out of its original place, and it lead to an underground tunel.
"Excellent. Let's go down, Blaziken first, then me, then you. I'll tell him to slow down so that you can observe things carefully" I told him. He nodded and smiled; he was happy of his discovery. But I was really glad I brought him with me.
We took the fist steps down the creepy new tunnel...

[Tamer San]

Strikes:

- rust: C.i.B.ORG - 1/2 Depending on if your me or Harry.
1. For not meeting the 300 word limit
2. God-Moding - This is the one Harry took off witch needs to stay.

- Silver: D.A.R.K. - 1
1. Posting a non-Role Play post. Didn't even put OOC posts even though there not allowed

You would have gotton a warning but it's right there not 2 posts up and in a different color even.

Errr, we do not have any Silver in D.A.R.K for your information Shane. I do not know why Silver joined RP saying he was a D.A.R.K =\

[JohtoTrainer]

Kyle Ward
Kyle Ward's Room in The Team Soul HQ
1 PM

Kyle was laying on his bed waiting for the meeting to begin when there was a slight tap on the door. Kyle walked to the door opened it slightly, hoping to see Fyat and Dart. It was a woman's face, but a familiar woman's face.

"It's the receptionist from downstairs," The voice from the other side of the door said.

Kyle opened the door up to see the pretty ladies face again and said "Can I help you miss?"

"Your interview will be taking place in about 30 minutes you need to be downstairs as soon as you can."

"What? I wasn't aware that I would have an interview," Kyle said raising his eyebrow.

"Yea, well this new rule was just put in place by Marth and Michael Trist."

"Of course it was," Kyle mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?" the receptionist asked politely.

"Oh, I just said that I'll be there."

The receptionist left and Kyle and he pulled out his PDA and left Fyat and Dart a message.

"There has been a slight setback, I know you probably haven't read the first message I sent. Meeting delayed until tommorow."

Kyle double checked that his PDA was on vibrate, he didn't want the interview to be interupted by annoying beeping. He put his PDA in his back pocket, through on his jacket and walked out the door. He ran down steps and to the Meeting Room. He saw a man sitting at the end of the table organizing papers.

"Ah, you must be...." He flipped through some papers and came to a paper that intrigued him, "Jaque Tuboi."

Kyle snickered to himself and said to the man, "Yes sir, that's me, but you can call me JT."

"JT, hmm....you like quite a fellow that I might want working in Team Soul," He smiled and said, "Sit down, please."

Kyle sat down and said, "So, what do you want to ask me."

"Well, I was wondering how old you are."

"I'm....20." Kyle said nersvously, hoping that he won't blow this mission.

"Have you had any experience in any other team?"

"No, but I did go to College, if that helps with anything," Kyle replied with a confused look on his face.

"What did you do in college?"

"I was a Mathematician, and learned many things about Science and Engineering."

"Wow, that's quite impressive" the man said as he scribbled something down on one of the sheets of paper, "How do you plan on helping Team Soul?"

"I can do some equations that need to be done and I am a pretty decent mechanic."

"Well, a mechanic is what we need on this staff," the man replied to Kyle, "We'll come to your room to deliver the good news or bad news to you, some time tommorow."

"Ok, that would be great," Kyle said getting up and shaking the man's hand.

He walked out of the room, pleased with the way he had handled himself.

[Channel Delibird]

OOC: I'm going to have to fast-forward at the end of this post so all the Puppeteers can be in the same time frame.

13 Hotspring Boulevard
Lavaridge Town

"They're coming tomorrow, like I told you to," Tarses replied scathingly, not taking his eyes off the map. He picked up a pen and started making notes on it, connecting a few points on the map in pencil, examining it, and rubbing the lines out again.

"The meeting will take place in approximately twenty hours, but since you're here I might as well let you know its purpose..."

Tarses started folding up the map and placing some of the piles on top of each other, sorting all of them into files, folders, drawers and cupboards before he even thought about carrying on his sentence. He made sure each folder was perfectly labelled, and (although Christian wouldn't have known) placed them around the house in relation to which towns in Kanto they were related to and those towns' relative positions on the world map. It was perhaps a little extreme for its purpose, but this was Tarses' method of organisation and it worked for him.

"Now..." sitting once again in his work chair, Tarses motioned for Christian to take another seat. "We have some reorganisation to do..."

Fast-Forward to June 6th, 15:30

He'd told Christian to meet him at the Lavaridge Pokemon Centre at this time, and hopefully he wouldn't be too early again this time. Tarses strolled up to the friendly-looking red building and opened its double doors. Inside, he began to look around. Luckily, there weren't too many people there and it was therefore quite easy to pick out Arunei Shade, sitting alone near to the door. He quietly sat down next to her.

"DragonStorm, the meeting will take place in exactly forty minutes at 13 Hotspring Boulevard. Please arrive there in exactly thirty, and leave this Pokemon Centre in under five minutes' time. Thank you for coming."

Tarses said nothing more, but continued to sit there as if he were a stranger, not looking or seemingly taking any notice of her.

[Josh]

Team Soul Headquarters
Josh's Office
Saffron City
Josh sat in his office, checking out logs made on the computers, making sure no one was misusing them. He checked the hard drive space on all computers. An average of twenty gigabytes remained on all computers. This was good for them. Josh figured they would need a fair bit of memory over the years. 55
As Josh checked logs and what not, he noticed two members had signed up, one with technical skills. He wouldn't be sure whether Michael Trist would accept him as they already had two. But then again, they could use extra help. Josh hoped he had some useful information in technology. Well it was up to Michael what would happen with him now...

Not yet one person had responded to Josh's e-mail as the time passed by. He put the Orre file on the server that everyone in Team Soul could access. There were other layers in the server only select people could access. Josh, Chad, Michael, Marth and any other computer ITs for Team Soul could only access the top secret folder. Josh never really snooped around there, knowing it wasn't his business to interfere. He had been curious, however, as to what was in there.

Josh took a six hundred millimetre bottle of Coca Cola out of the small fridge he had in his office and then walked back to his computer, checking his e-mail. No responses again. At least the nice, cold, tasty feel of the Cola to refresh him and lower his frustration.

Josh went to his phone and called Marth, hoping that he would be able to answer, from Josh's knowledge, he'd be in Ruins of Alph. Although the place was able to pick up strange, unknown signals on the radio, he wasn't sure whether the phone would be able to pick up.

[HKim]

OOC: First off, the rule regarding no OOC post only refers to OOC posts that don't pertain to the roleplay (This was the original rule).

Second, Fayt, JT, Deoxys, Team Soul doesn't have a public barracks. In fact, I don't think we have a military. Kenny is located at a place that is secret and unknown to the general population. Ergo, new members would not be able to get there. Also, Team Soul didn't take over all assets of The United World Order, we're not dictators. Anything that belongs to UWO still belongs to UWO. So Fayt, you technically work for UWO, and not Team Soul based on your post.

Third, while new members can register for Team Soul, there is no actual living quarters that are a part of the public building. Most members actually own their own homes or live in the secret base (which has limited space anyway). We're not a military organization and so we don't provide barracks. You'll probably have to live somewhere in the city that's owned by a commercial company.

[JohtoTrainer]

OOC- Kim you guys are way too picky. But I guessw I can attempt to fix it. Sorry about making all these posts so clsoe together, but you guys keep making me fix things.



IC-

Kyle Ward
Temporary Room

Kyle was laying in his room when the receptionist walked in.

"Oh, I'm so sorry I thought you would have left by now." She said, with a shocked look on her face.

"Why would I have left?"

"Well, we only have three rooms in this place, and they're only for people that are waiting for interviews, so I'm afraid that you'll have to find your own place to stay." She said trying to sound sympathetic.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."

"Sorry, I'll give you time to pack up."

Kyle started gathering is things up and stuffing them in his pockets. He cut a little hole in the bed, giving them a little something to remember him by. He went out the door, jumped on the elevator, down to Floor 1 and said to the receptionist, "Hey, there's a hole in the bed you might want to get the check out."

Kyle walked out the door and he was in the real world again, he had to find someplace to stay. He looked all around the city until he finally found a hotel. He walked to the deak and said, "Could I get a room please?"

"You got the money?" the man asked him.

"Um, how much?"

"Sixty dollars," the man said rubbing his hands together.

"Man, I really wish Team Soul had rooms, I don't have that kind of money," he said turning to leave.

"Wait, he said, your with Team Soul?"

"Yes sir, I am." Kyle said slyly.

"Oh, well, we let Team Soul members stay here for only 10 dollars."

"Oh, great, I have that, here you go sir."

The man handed him a "Key Card" marked number 918.

"Oh, wait I have to have your name," the man said.

"Oh, Jaque Tuboi, room number 918."

Kyle jumped on the elevator and looked for the right floor, he saw the button "900-930" so he pressed it. He leaned up against the wall wondering how he is was going to dig deep into Team Soul from a hotel. The elevator doors opened back up, and he walked down the hall trying to find Room number 918. It took him awhile but he finally found it near the end of the hall.

He slid the Key Card in the slot next to the door, and he twisted the handle and walked into his room. It had a bed, a 16 inch TV and one nightstand.

"Not near as nice as what I had at Team Soul."

He remembered that he needed to warn Dart about him getting kicked out of the Team Soul HQ.

"Dart, you will have to go through an interview, then after they hire you, you will be kicked out and have to find your own place to stay. Come to "Hotel Saffron" and get a room, you will only have to pay 10 dollars. After you get a room got to room number 918."

Kyle laid down, hoping that Neo would give him specific orders soon, he had no clue what to do next.

[Lord Celebi]

Okay... I think I have worked out the God-Modeyness in my form...

Name: rust Makuta
Age: ?
Gender: Male
Team: C.i.B.ORG
Physical Description: Has cybernetic arms and legs (Explained in History), and is encased in removebable armor (So the finished product looks like I've always looked).
Personality: Quick-Tempered
History: rust was the first to test Ciborg's cybernetic limbs project, and made a small fortune from the money he was paid to test it. rust felt he looked fit weird having flesh and metal, so he paid Dr. Tiantus, the one who gave him his cybernetic limbs, to make matching removeable armor so he would look like a complete cyborg.
Pokemon: Swampert, Ludicolo, Cloyster, Crawdaunt, Walrein, and Politoed.
Other: Arm and leg metal is very strong, but his armor is a little weaker.

There. No powers. Just metal limbs, and the rest is encased in armor. Is this still too Godmodey?

[Karisuma-Teichou]

Okay... I think I have worked out the God-Modeyness in my form...

Name: rust Makuta
Age: ?
Gender: Male
Team: C.i.B.ORG
Physical Description: Has cybernetic arms and legs (Explained in History), and is encased in removebable armor (So the finished product looks like I've always looked).
Personality: Quick-Tempered
History: rust was the first to test Ciborg's cybernetic limbs project, and made a small fortune from the money he was paid to test it. rust felt he looked fit weird having flesh and metal, so he paid Dr. Tiantus, the one who gave him his cybernetic limbs, to make matching removeable armor so he would look like a complete cyborg.
Pokemon: Swampert, Ludicolo, Cloyster, Crawdaunt, Walrein, and Politoed.
Other: Arm and leg metal is very strong, but his armor is a little weaker.

There. No powers. Just metal limbs, and the rest is encased in armor. Is this still too Godmodey?


Yes rust that is...lol. No I just kid...it's better so your re-accepted. ^_^

[Lord Celebi]

Thanks!

Ciborg HQ, Celadon
"Here's my plan," Tiantus said. He pushed a button under the table a few times. After the first press, the Holo-Prejection-thingy appeared. After the Third time, a map of Orre appeared. Tiantus then started moving what looked like a mouseball on top of the table. Tiantus reclined for a moment in the office chair so everyone could see he was focusing on Pyrite Town/The Under, "Pyrite Town is full of scum and villany. They only had two police officers, and they have to police all of Orre, and they're retired. We can use this to our advantage. Someone from C.i.B.ORG can start an Anti-Soul Movement, giving us an army of criminals." Tiantus then adjusted the ball to focus on Realgem Tower, "Realgem has been abandoned for years. It is the perfect place to set up Project Trilobyte." The Tianuts focused on The Shadow Pokemon Lab, "We can use this place after we initiate Project Trilobyte to finish Project AUGMENT. If not, this can be a cybernetics lab for us in Orre to find more efficient ways to attach Cybernetic Parts." Tiantus then pressed the button under the table and turned off the Holo Projecter, "Any Questions?"
*
I've been rushing down the stairs for five minutes, but I'm almost there. I made it to the lobby after 6 minutes and rushed out the doors. I let out my AUGMENTed Swampert. I then took out my DC-15 Rifle and started shooting down protesters.
"Swampert, Earthquake!"
Swampert walked forward, and stamped his foot down. The energy created a small hole in which some protesters fell. By this time, Protesters were running.
"BURN IN HELL!" I started shooting at more protesters, taking them out one by one. A Protester whom I shot but didn't kill crawled up to me.
"Help me..." He begged. I shot at his head and he died.
I started to shoot more, but then realized I ran out of bullets. I thew the gun on the floor. I took out my Cell Phone from my backpack and called Tiantus.
"Tiantus, I need a lift back into the Meeting Room," I said into the phone.

[Daniella Defines Divinity]

Your accepted Matthew! ^_^

OOC. I am Soooo confused, thats exactly the kind of powers that Rust siogned up with ORIGNALLY and you accepted it. Then when he used those powers he got a warning and you told him to get rid of all that stuff, and now you're oking someone else with the same orignial powers? o_0

I really hate to sound like a jerk, but are you even reading everything that goes ino the rp? I mean you're supposed to read all the profiles and then tell them what to change, which you didn't do for Rust, only later did you tell him, and now it's happenning again. It doesn't look too good >.<

Also the 300 words thing, it is way too much, you barely managed to make it over that in your own posts, I counted 302 in one of them. If you can only just do it yourself, then how can you expect us to all be able to do it. I've said this already, but I'll say it again, there are some situations where you just can't write that much. If you're talking with someone else in the rp, and you just need the one question, you can stretch it out using description etc so far, but 300 words far? >.< 200 is a much more realistic number to expect because not everyone here is great at rping, and 200 words is still enough to catch godmoding etc.

It's gone way over the top since I was last here, the only stuff people used to get strikes for were godmoding, bunnying etc, and stupidly short posts as in 3 lines short, aswell as OOC posts that were just "hey how are you?" kind of things.

To be honest I'm a little put off by this, the not catching the profiles thing especially, because if they're not getting read, how do we know that allthe posts are getting are getting read, and more importantly if all the posts aren't get read then how is that fair judging? I know I'm not the only one who's been thinking the same thing>.<

Basic point is, relax the rules a bit please >.<

Also this an OCC post to do with the war, so I shouldn't get a strike for it XP

[Karisuma-Teichou]

OOC:
This is relaxed...to bad if you don't like the way I run things. As for rust and Matthew...rust made himself a full CiBORG where there was very little human to it. Matthew has a CiBORG right arm that can't do very much and he posted his powers in his profile. As for the 300 word limit it's ALWAYS...let me say it again ALWAYS been that way. Don't believe me ask Neo Pikachu and he'll tell you 300. As for reading the posts...no I haven't read them all. I've been busy with finals all this week. But I will read all of them before I post the results. You need to not worry about how I post...I've been posting when I have time.

[JohtoTrainer]

OOC: I agree with Dani. 300 words when you're having a conversation is WAY too much. And, you're threatening to give strikes to people for stupid reasons. I don't know if the 300 word limit has always been there or not, I've never War Rped before. lol.

[Daniella Defines Divinity]

OOC:
This is relaxed...to bad if you don't like the way I run things. As for rust and Matthew...rust made himself a full CiBORG where there was very little human to it. Matthew has a CiBORG right arm that can't do very much and he posted his powers in his profile. As for the 300 word limit it's ALWAYS...let me say it again ALWAYS been that way. Don't believe me ask Neo Pikachu and he'll tell you 300. As for reading the posts...no I haven't read them all. I've been busy with finals all this week. But I will read all of them before I post the results. You need to not worry about how I post...I've been posting when I have time.

OOC. No it hasn't always been 300, I should know I judged the first 2, and Neo wasn't even in the first war rp. And I have to worry because I'm one of the people that has to take part in this, and like I said I know I'm not the only one taking part that feels that way, and if it's more than just me then obviously it' something that has to be dealt with or atleast discussed with hkim etc.

[Neo Emolga]

OOC: Okay, yeah, I wasn't in the first or even the second War RP. I even talked to my brother about it, who's new to the War RP to see what his opinion was regarding the 300 word limit. He honeslty doesn't see why it's so hard for other people to meet. 300 words is about half a page on MS Word single spaced. To me, it still gives room for people to be constructive and honeslty doesn't make it all that hard. If it seems like too much, just throw in a little more paragraphs of description here and there. Sorry, but if it gets to be a little less, people can throw together an RP post created in 3 minutes without any care or thought. If anything, this is indeed the mother of PE2K Role Plays. I wouldn't take it that lightly, and 300 words makes sure people stay serious about this.

Also, rust's form was quite vauge when it come what powers his robotic arms had. It said nothing about extending nor did it say exactly how strong they were. That's definitely not Caitlin's fault, anyone could have made that same assumption. Considerng how many forms she has to read along with everything else the judging position requires, to me she's doing a very good job, and I appreciate her hard work. And secondly, and I'd hate to say it, but rust still can't take this RP seriously enough. We've given him a fair chance, but he still doesn't want to listen. What are we supposed to do?

Look, if enough people really want the word limit to be set to 200, we'll do it, but to me it seems like most people can easily get over 300 with very little difficultly. Considering how many things are going on, all the thoughts your character would be having, and their ideas for future plans, there's plenty to write about. But still, I'm not a stickler, if people want the limit to be lowered, I'll do it, but please, absolutely nothing under 200, otherwise it will just get spammy.

[Lord Celebi]

Look, if enough people really want the word limit to be set to 200, we'll do it, but to me it seems like most people can easily get over 300 with very little difficultly. Considering how many things are going on, all the thoughts your character would be having, and their ideas for future plans, there's plenty to write about. But still, I'm not a stickler, if people want the limit to be lowered, I'll do it, but please, absolutely nothing under 200, otherwise it will just get spammy.
OOC: I'm for 200 Words. Why don't we put a poll up in the poll section about this?

[Fayt]

OOC: Alright here’s my attempt to fix a few things up. Let’s say UWO apartments are a separate entity of UWO but honors UWO by using its name. Sometimes you see that around. And this post should fix a few other things such as the so called paintball training. Also for my prior posts, all references to Team Soul HQ were meant to be UWO HQ. However, future references I do mean Team Soul HQ (never know how deep I can get). I will also imagine that Kyle sent me the room number of his 918 apartment rather than his previous UWO room hideout for interviews. Being that UWO was the government I thought they had all this stuff such as barracks, military, etc.
On a second note. I don't see whats so hard about 300 words. This one happens to be 650. More then double the requirement. Took me maybe 20 minutes, its not that bad.

Saffron City – UWO HQ - “Live Fire Training Room”
I dropped my jaw. I had looked up and saw the words Financial Analogy Corporate Exam. I looked back to the so called monitor and noticed it was a TV game of National Paintball League. Several exam takers were beginning to enter the room. I backed into a corner and stashed the paintball gun in the trash. I then slipped out through the crowd.

“What the hell is making me slip up like this,” I said to myself. I turned a corner down a hallway and bumped straight into Terra, sending several sheets and binders flying as well as sent both of us to the ground.

“What the hell Fayt?! Don’t you know how to watch where you walk?!”

“Um… sorry. I haven’t been myself lately it seems.” I picked myself up and offered to help her up as well. She smacked my arm away and got up herself. After a brief moment of silence she talked again.

“I’m sorry Fayt *sigh* just these are important. I shouldn’t even be taking this long to deliver them.”

I bent over helping her pick up the binders and sheets. All the text was obviously encoded in some way. I found it seriously odd to find encoded sheets of paper and not in some form of data. I found a post-it note on one of the binders I picked up for Terra and quickly swiped it and pocketed it when I was sure she couldn’t notice. The papers were obviously useless without a way to decode them so no point in sacrificing the mission. What might be important is who they were going to. I doubted it but maybe even Trist himself was confident enough to wander the corridors of UWO. I handed what I picked up to Terra.

“I better head back to security,” I said. I was beginning to worry if they missed me there.

“Ok Fayt, you’ll call later right? You forgot last time.”

Shoot, I knew I forgot something. I was too busy preparing for my fabricated paintball gun fight.

“Sorry,” I said, “I ran into a lot of preliminary stuff. You know the drift. Here, give me your PDA number so I can at least send you a message if I’m really busy.”

“Um ok but I’d really prefer if you called. I send mine to your PDA later. I’ll use the directory for your number. But I really have to run, bubye,” She said and rushed off.

I pulled the post-it out of my pocket and looked at it.
To Adam Westlon – UWO Code Director

Well not much help but might get me a way to decode the codes. Suddenly my PDA vibrated. I released the latch and opened it up. A report from Commander Winterfield telling me 2 other BoS members were with me. Hopefully they won’t get caught and put everything up on alert. I headed to security and took my post at the low level security cameras.

I used the computer there and researched first Adam Westlon. He was the code director but he was an original UWO employee. I very much doubted that those encrypted binders had anything as far as secret Team Soul bases or anything as to the location of Michael Trist. They were likely financial information on budgets or something of the like.

I then typed in Terra’s name. Unfortunately about 6 Terras showed up on the directory. Disappointment however was washed away with the vibration of my PDA. Terra had sent me a message leaving her PDA number… and her full name in the address bar. Her last name was Brande. Her profile came up and it showed that she was a receptionist after all but also that she worked with Team Soul directly. She was acting as a sort of messenger it seems for Team Soul to its newly acquired UWO employees. Things were beginning to look up.

[Daniella Defines Divinity]

OOC: Okay, yeah, I wasn't in the first or even the second War RP. I even talked to my brother about it, who's new to the War RP to see what his opinion was regarding the 300 word limit. He honeslty doesn't see why it's so hard for other people to meet. 300 words is about half a page on MS Word single spaced. To me, it still gives room for people to be constructive and honeslty doesn't make it all that hard. If it seems like too much, just throw in a little more paragraphs of description here and there. Sorry, but if it gets to be a little less, people can throw together an RP post created in 3 minutes without any care or thought. If anything, this is indeed the mother of PE2K Role Plays. I wouldn't take it that lightly, and 300 words makes sure people stay serious about this.

Also, rust's form was quite vauge when it come what powers his robotic arms had. It said nothing about extending nor did it say exactly how strong they were. That's definitely not Caitlin's fault, anyone could have made that same assumption. Considerng how many forms she has to read along with everything else the judging position requires, to me she's doing a very good job, and I appreciate her hard work. And secondly, and I'd hate to say it, but rust still can't take this RP seriously enough. We've given him a fair chance, but he still doesn't want to listen. What are we supposed to do?

Look, if enough people really want the word limit to be set to 200, we'll do it, but to me it seems like most people can easily get over 300 with very little difficultly. Considering how many things are going on, all the thoughts your character would be having, and their ideas for future plans, there's plenty to write about. But still, I'm not a stickler, if people want the limit to be lowered, I'll do it, but please, absolutely nothing under 200, otherwise it will just get spammy.

OOC. Yes and neither does Matthews abilities, if you want to go into specifics. "Superstrength" just how super is super? Also I'm not even against ciborg parts, it makes perfect sense since they are on a team that has that as part of their main goals, but the point is anything if not properly described or whatever should've been caught in the first place. Yes I know how hard a job it is, I have done it before so I don't think that kind of argument works in this case, and when I did find it hard or I was having trouble I didn't not read everything, I got a second judge to help me out and alternated to lighten the load.

Yes 300 words is fine for some, and it's fine at the moment, so this is the 5th time I've said this BUT NOT IN SOME SITUATIONS. I don't think I have to explain, unless things aren't getting read of course. You could have 300 words of half hearted crap, but technicly theres nothing wrong wrong with that because it's over the limit, and as long as they don't godmode too much they get away with it. Or you can have something shorter so people aren't as put off by the rp, and can focus on making something that maybe be short, but could be better quality. I'll put it this way. 300 sounds long, thats half an essay we're talking about for most of the poeple here, it's a scary number and people feel more pressure so they perform worse because all they can think about is getting over their limit and will do anything to get there. 200 words is less daunting so people feel more comforatable writing and generally perform better, more often than not they'll actually reach 300 words because they feel less stressed out about it.

I'll admit 300 words doesn't seem like much to me, but thats because I'm 18 and I'm used to writing that much and more. Quite a lote of the members here are 13, 5 years younger than I am, and also 10 years younger than you. Generally speaking they're not used to writing long essays.

Either way, the rp shouldn't have to be about length, you can catch a moron in any length post be it 200 or 1,000. You should be looking at that rather then making more things for yourselves to look out for like making sure people's posts are the right length. Also you are one of the officials on the front page so that means it's a part of your job too, so Tony shouldn't have to be the only one having to watch out for all of it. She's got exams this week, and taking care of that and judging the quality of everyone's posts to pick a winner is pretty hard, you officials need to pay attention for all the wrong doings so she doesn't have to and can focus on more important things like her exams.

Ok I'm done :oops:

[Kenny_C.002]

OOC: Dani, just shut up and RP. Sheesh, no use beating a dead horse when we're going to post the poll...

And let the "unfortunate accident" begin!

IC:
Inner Barracks, Team Soul HQ, Saffron

Today was the first actual mission, and it was essentially basic reconessiance against a small, unheard of "resistance party". Obviously gathering data on anything novel would be a priority. Without a second word, we were shipped off via two jeeps.

Toward "resistance"

The question here would be why seeds of rebellion were springing up against such an influential man: Trist. Who would actually go out to harm such a great man? Neo-evils? Such seeds of rebellion would require swift victory, but it was not to matter in this case. The trip was short, but we did not know where we were.

Resistance base

It was a worn down warehouse somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Clearly there were enough entrances and exits to both benefit and hinder the enemy, but recon on such situations may be more difficult than projected. We split into two groups. Jess, Raphael, Relena, Hilary, Umi, and I were in one group, while the rest were in the other.

We were to searchthe left while them to the right, which I thought strange, since the right also housed the entrance of the warehouse. Either way, we snuck around the exterior of the warehouse. Raphael found a small entrance in a vent system that would lead us to the interior of the warehouse, and hopefully get some good intel.

The mission was dangerous, and could not house that many people, so Jess and I were sent into the vents, with Jess leading for some reason unknown to me. I didn't mind, since I would get a great view.

The vent itself did not do its job very well, as it was dark and almost wet to the feel, along with a cold, swampy feel to it. For some reason, I felt that something was wrong, and it wasn't just Jess checking back every once in a while to make sure I was following and wasn't drooling all over the place...well at least I think it had the latter as well.

OOC: Too lazy, and also stupid AIM going like mad. -_- I'll get this finished soon. :)

[Tiana_M]

Kanto; Team Soul HQ

When Marth finished answering questions and explaining everything, Tiana still had one question that she did not wish to ask in front of the others; why would Marth separate her and Isaac? He knew what they meant to each other. Did he do it on purpose, or was it just that they were the two best suited to do the job? Tiana was having trouble accepting the idea that she would most probably be away from Isaac for more than a week. But, she had been given her assignment and although Marth was her adoptive father, she knew that he would not change his mind. The way she knew this was that he had avoided meeting her eyes throughout the rest of the meeting. His unusual behavior could mean any one of about a million options. Since Tiana couldn’t make head or tail of why Marth had made that choice, she decided that she would try her hardest not to worry about it when she and Isaac went out that night.

Once Marth had dismissed everyone, she had wanted to talk to Isaac but decided that she would have plenty of time to do so that night. So, she decided it was time for her to go and get everything ready for her mission the next day and then to get ready for her date. Just as the door was shutting she caught a brief glimpse of a figure running toward the elevator she was in and knew that it had been Isaac. She wanted so badly to talk to him now but did not dare go back up to the meeting room level. She had gone back to her own quarters to begin to pack the things she would need.

Marth had said to go in disguise and although she wasn’t a master at that particular skill, she had read a few articles about how to go about disguising oneself and decided to go with the simple but effective way of using a little makeup and unnoticeable, therefore less conspicuous, clothing. She briefly considered dying her hair but ultimately decided to leave it alone, figuring she could cover it with a hat or sweatshirt hood. She augmented this method with that of changing one’s name and coming up with a background to match. Although Tiana’s memory is excellent, she considered the fact that while someone is under cover and they come to be stressed or if a question caught that someone off-guard, it is usually eminent that that person would inevitably let something slip that would give them away. So to avoid this she chose a story that was very similar to her own with a few small changes so that it would be less likely for her to slip up. When all this was done, it was time for Tiana to get ready for her evening with Isaac.

[Neo Emolga]

Neo Winterfield
Brotherhood of Steel
Valencia Island

As hot and tropical as Valencia was, now wasn’t the time to be fooling around. After arriving in the very populated harbor, we were then escorted by several members of the Orange Islands defense. I looked at them and into their eyes, and I knew that if this whole thing went through, they too, would become our brothers. Our ranks would swell, our strength would greaten, and the Orange Islands would become more protected than ever before. In truth, both of us had much to gain from this action, and I truly believed Hoenn would greatly benefit from it as well.

After following the guidance of Gregory’s escort, we then entered the main headquarters. It wasn’t long before I met Proconsul Alvin Gregory himself. He was dressed in a black business suit, and held a very serious expression on his face. His black hair was cut pretty short, but still, nothing as short as what we did with hair.

And then, there was another sight I really didn’t expect to see, but holy crap, I was glad to see him here. There he was, Nathan Graystone of the Hoenn Coalition. I had told Gregory that we were going to meet with him later but… well, this was going to save an enormous amount of time and get things a hell of a lot more straight. With the three of us working together, the United World Order… would soon be in name only.

Valencia Island Capital Building of the Secretariat

Bureaucrats. Everywhere, hell I was one of them too in a way, but I was still clad in my metal armor, while everyone else was dressed in a suit, but hell I didn’t care. The table and room we used was huge, a massive while room with plenty of marble columns and a big polished oak table. Heh, I wasn’t used to these. When I folded my two hands on the table besides the microphone, I didn’t get that same cold feeling I usually get from the cold metal tables in the bunkers.

“Commander Neo Winterfield of the Brotherhood of Steel,” Alvin Gregory had begun in a firm tone, “President Nathan Graystone of the Hoenn Coalition, and the rest of the members of both the Hoenn Coalition and the Secretariat of the Orange Islands, I welcome all of you in what will be a great undertaking for the future of mankind.”

Then, they passed it onto me. Figures, since I was the one who initiated all of this in the first place.

“As you already know,” I began, looking at each of them and giving them the look that were certainly weren’t wimps, “Dr. Michael Trist has unofficially taken hold of the United World Order regime in an official breech of contract. While the status and whereabouts of the United World Order Core Council are unknown at this time, Trist is stepping forward with the assumption that they have all perished, which is an invalid assumption considering the massiveness of reasonable doubt. There are chances any one of them could have been lost or captured during the assassination of our leader Ryan Elite, but still be certainly alive. While Kanto and Johto have been avidly following Trist and his Team Soul alliance due to their misguided influence, Trist’s actions are considered intolerable by most of the Hoenn and Orange Islands populace. Rather than trying to build order, Trist has indeed been achieving exactly the opposite, stirring up riots and anarchy in our home regions. Today, with the help of both of you, I’m hoping that we can declare an official separation from the United World Order, where we can both help each other achieve peace and freedom away from a reckless dictator who self empowered himself.”

“What is it that you have in mind for both Hoenn and the Orange Islands, Commander Winterfield?” Alvin Gregory asked me.

“Originally,” I stated to him, “The Orange Islands Secretariat and the Hoenn Coalition were formed with the intention of retaining a limited power over people. My ideal situation would be for the three of us to work together, with the Secretariat, and the Coalition serve as the main governing house of their own respective region. Meanwhile, the Brotherhood of Steel would serve as your military and defense. Like we have exchanged in the past, we would be the main defense of these regions, while Hoenn and the Orange Islands would in turn provide us with all the necessary resources, such as raw materials, personnel, and manufacturing plants. The Brotherhood would serve as the link between both regions, combining the attributes of both regions into a single and more powerful force. With this, both the Secretariat and the Coalition will gain administrative power, while using The Brotherhood of Steel as their main shield and first line defense. From this separation from the dictatorship, we all gain significant power, so that we can be on our own, and let Kanto and Johto follow whatever path they want while we follow ours.”

“Very well then, Commander Winterfield.” Gregory replied, nodding his head in agreement from the sound of it, “Tomorrow the bill will be voted on by the entire Secretariat, consisting of elected individuals voted in by the public. Their votes will reflect that of the people. Should the agreement meet at least 70% of the Secretariat, consider the bill passed, as then we will follow through with this agreement.”

“As bearing witness to this meeting,” Nathan Graystone said to the council, “I too, will run this bill past the Coalition. Should the bill meet the majority of the house based on the voice of the people of Hoenn, we too will agree to these conditions.”

To me, this was a hell of a lot more powerful than a complete broadcast. If the bill went through, then finally there would be an issue of independence to declare our separation from Trist and his insane fascist party. If both parties agreed, then Trist would be unable to nullify or even force us to submit to his cause.

[Tamer San]

Outside Saffaron City.
June, 6th. 1500 Hours.

Oh, what a day in the green grassy hills of Kanto, where the calm breezes are blowing tenderly; making red Roses, blue Violets and white Jasmines dance in rhythm with every single wind blow. Blowing softly, yet harshly making tree branches and leafs dance along sides with the roses, violets and jasmines. The sun was shinning as its powerful rays were hitting the crystal clear blue surface of a lake, making it glow beautifully. The sky was so clear and so blue, seeing cottony white clouds roaming up there in a way the mankind cannot describe. The weather was warm that you can see Pidgey flocks flying in the skies, and Sentrets playing with each other, and Noctowls standing on branches sleeping under the sun.

And on a specific spot on the grassy hills, there was a huge willow tree, old enough to tell you stories about ancient history. And right next to the tree a boulder was standing, strong and proud that the mist of time and age didn’t effect him as of yet. And there, our hero was standing, just like the willow tree, telling his history as a trainer, and just like the boulder, proud and strong, unaffected by time or difficulties. That trainer whom was wearing black, baggy pants, a black shirt and over it wearing his black, long, leather coat and black army leather boots and six Pokeballs on his black belt. Just next to Tamer, sat a mystical Pokemon, ancient Mythologies always spoke about him as a legend. Pyros, Tamer’s best friend and most loyal Pokemon, Arcanine, was sitting just next to Tamer, whom was standing, sniffing the air of this beautiful day, knowing that his adventure won’t stop, until this willow tree dies, and this boulder cracks.

-"This is way much more beautiful for us humans to destroy Pyros. And here i am, standing here with you, on the doors of heavens, one of the most beautiful cities in Kanto I've ever seen, Saffaron. Well, I am going now, I want to join forces with the UWO, I want to stop anything that could happen to our beloved Earth. How fools teams could be, fighting over something possessed by humans as a whole, not by a leader of a team by him self...idiots..." Tamer started talking to his Arcanine as he was sniffing the air, smelling the beautiful scent of nature. Arcanine barked back happily, agreeing with Tamer as they both walked to Saffaron.

Saffaron City, UWO Center, Recruitment Office.
June, 6th. 1535 Hours.

Tamer was walking in the lobby, seeing an army of thrilled young people, ready to sacrifice their life for the cause, for this planet and the unity of it. He looked towards the Reception counter and walked directly there, seeking information on how and where to become a recruit and a member here, and whom to talk to about it. He walked slowly towards a very beautiful girl, green eyes, light brown hair, wearing a uniform with a "Receptionist" tag pinned on her cloths. And with a beautiful smile, and sweet voice she asked Tamer what he needs.

-"Errr...wow..." He started, with a tone of shock.

-"What is it sir?" She asked Tamer politely.

-"It's your beauty...what is your name?" Tamer replied, with a question following it.

-"Hehe, this is sweet of you, but you better focus on the purpose, the reason and the cause rather than focusing on my face or body please. Beside, my name is written on the tag if you haven't noticed yet. Now, how can I help you?" She replied, putting an end to Tamer's behaviors.

-"Excuse me for my rudeness then, I guess you are correct. My name is Tamer, and I want to know how to get recruited here...Sarah?!" Tamer answered her, asking what he wanted to ask at first place.

~Tamer

[Marill]

OOC: Hmm, this got exciting really fast. Okay, so... I know I shouldn't have much of a say over anything, as I am new to the WAR, but I do understand where everyone is coming from. And, I don’t like to beat horses... especially if they’re dead. So, I’ll make this quick and pain-free.

The WAR was created, if I'm not mistaken, to simply have fun. To do that, everyone needs to have fun while participating in the WAR. For the younger members, it is hard to construct a role-play post in 300 words. Like Dani, I have no problem with this number, as I typically write at least 500+, because that is what I am used to. I to am 18 years of age... I'm expected to write lengthy posts.

On the flip side, I can see where the three hundred word bar came from. To make the WAR Role Play the "mother of all role-plays," one has to make authentic, realistic and valid role-play posts. By establishing a minimum, you usually give a more in-depth depiction of what is taking place, thereby creating such a great RP. In addition, you wouldn't have as much god-modding and illegal moves performed.

So, maybe you guys should reach joint solution. Instead of lowering the bar a hundred words, maybe only 50? By doing so, you would allow members of a younger age more of a chance to affect the role-play without having to have the word -count bar set so high. Furthermore, you would also ensure better quality posts. The quality and quantity of the post would be just about equal.

I can go either way here... I agree with different sections of both sides. I think a poll would be okay, as long as everyone voted. If you don't hear everyone’s opinion, the poll is worth nothing. The only thing I want is a more clear rules and regulations segment in the beginning of the thread. Instead of stating "see typical RP rules," maybe we should brainstorm a list and such of what we think is good to go and not good to go.

I hoped I helped in some way.

-Chad

[Crossfire Chaos]

Goldenrod City, Johto
Silver Stairway Harp

Ahh… The sweet smells of the city, it is clearly seen that Goldenrod is the place of many wonders when you see how industry has made it a very well known place; there is a huge amount of skyscrapers including the multi-level mega mall tower. Some of the greatest inventions and inventors have come from Goldenrod, such as the magnet train, Bill, the creator of the Kanto-Johto PC Computer System, and how could someone forget the most important invention of all, the MGR (malicious gas remover) that helped most cities around the planet make sure that their citizens did not die or move because of the horrible smells of old smoke and fumes.


This is where Kevin was at the time, in his home at the top of the Silver Stairway, a immense (and quite expensive) 5 room sized Harp (house-apartment) combination. It was the perfect location to live in, because of the many mechanisms inside to make life easier, all thanks to multi-billionaire Howard Stokes of Stokes Corps. (smart name) This is the place where Kevin lived and he loved it. He had just recently finished 4th in the Heonn league and he was relaxing for a month here, soon to go to his new job at DARK, who not-surprisingly recruited him just after his loss at the league and offered him a fat contract for his battling abilities if he met their standards, The man launched a pokemon out of his pokeball that turned out to be a powerful Sneasel which was not defeated but crushed by Kevin’s Blaziken, with a little help from his clairvoyance and knowledge of battling he could easily tell the only moves that would do good if he had the Sneasel and the other had the Blaziken. The cohorts of DARK, surprised at how Kevin was guessing the moves before they called them out, immediately deemed him worthy of judgment from the Taisho when he came to the meeting area that was requested of him. The month was over though and Kevin had to charter a ship to get to the strange islands coordinates at Longitude W27, Latitude S22.


He was just packing up his Laptop and equipment when his phone began to ring and he answered it to find that it was a deep voice of a man talking. The only words heard over the static were, “…I see…Better…*laughing*…rk…” and then the phone went silent for a few seconds and when Kevin tried to speak nobody answered. Naturally he thought the man to be dead since he so abruptly stayed silent after a weird “rk” sound. He hung up and called the police to report what he heard and told them that he was leaving town and that they would have to wait a few days for their questions to be answered, and even though Officer Jenny was irritated she understood that everyone had to go on a vacation some time.


After he had left the building he took a cab to the magnet train. From their he would take the new railway leading to Mauvile City. From which he would go down a short cycling road to the beach-city Slateport where he could charter a ship to head to the coordinates of the meeting island. When there, hopefully, he would be aproved by the Taisho, whoever that was.

[Finch]

Flying over Lavaridge Town
June 6th, 1612 hours

Hmm.. If I can come up with some good ideas for this puppet thing, maybe the master will give me that promotion?

Finch's skarmory was getting weak. Consequently, the smooth landing that had previously been planned was not going to happen. The steel bird started squawking with pain as it struggled to stay airborne.

"Don't be such a wimp!" Finch shouted, flicking his green hair from out of his face with a jerk of his head. "Come on, it's not far. Just hang on, skarmory!"

Finch tried to remember where exactly the master puppeteer's meeting place in Lavaridge was. He scanned his thoughts, then decided upon the pokemon center. Another glance at his watch told him he was already late to meet the master puppeteer but he knew there was nothing he could do about it now.

Looking up, he realised they were gliding downwards. Falling, rather, but with enough lift to keep them from accelerating too fast. Their speed began to pick up, slowly, as the wind rushing towards them started to sting Finch’s eyes and pull his hair back behind his head. They were going to crash land.

Oh.. %$!£

Down below he could see the streets of Lavaridge Town in the gradually nearing distance. They passed the pokemon centre. He begun to make out people's faces, car registration plates, road signs..

Hotspring Boulevard?

With another squawk, skarmory's beak crashed through a window pane of a small house.. which, by logic, Finch worked out was number 13. He crashed to the floor with his pokemon in a shower of sharp glass shards, hitting down a little harder than he expected, and felt his head being thrown forwards as it clashed against hard steel. Dazed, but regaining full consciousness, Finch recalled skarmory and rose slowly and carefully to his feet, deep scratches on his bare arms and his face from the collision, his head throbbing. Looking around at his fellow puppeteers, he managed an awkward grin.

"Sorry I’m late.."

[Marill]

Ruins of Alph

Creeping down the dark hole, Chad carefully and cautiously moved from rock to rock, so that if one were loose, he wouldn’t fall into the eerie abyss or hit a fellow member right on the noggin. Though Chad adored adventures, going into places he wasn’t familiar or comfortable with were not an enjoyable part of them. The unknown is a scary thing, and therefore Chad desired to know every aspect about occurrence, situation, or thing before he freely hopped into it. This was no different, especially in a place named “Mountain of Awe.”

Occasionally, dirt would fall from the sides of the void as Chad brushed against it, making no noise as it fell to the ground. “Either the ground was far away or the dirt is too small to create a stir,” Chad pondered. However, to keep away from becoming frightened, he chose the optimistic side of the question, and assumed the dirt was too small. Thinking over his entire goal of finding Zineshale, Chad recalled of when he first caught wind of the rare compound. Hearing of the capabilities of the USS Unity in briefing of Team Soul, Chad knew this element was very powerful.

With each step he took, Chad Kentashi surveyed each level had just dropped down into, so if any small particles of Zineshale were apparent, he could snatch them without having to proceed further. That would end his entire mission to the Ruins of Alph, which would also satisfy his thirst for discovery. Though he would like to see what other mysteries lie dormant in the Ruins, and with controversy and disunity raging throughout the world, he knew that this was his only delegated task, and wouldn’t have time for anything else. The Zineshale was the only thing he was looking for. It was the only thing he needed.

Soon, he saw Blaziken set foot on the ground. Although this was a good sign, upon Chad’s dismount from the ladder, he looked straight up, to see a little speck of light. The tunnel they had used to get here was long and narrow, allowing little to no sunlight to shine down. Luckily, the torch in Blaziken’s talon-like claws was still lit. Yet, this was of trivial significance in itself, because if the torch did go out, one quick breath by Blaziken would relight it. “Oh, how the pieces of the puzzle are coming together,” Chad spoke softly to Marth.

Chad knew he would have to be very stealthy and quiet, as he did not know what resided within this underground cave. As soon as he finished thinking that very thought, Chad saw the whites of a Pokémon’s eyes, with big black pupils dotted upon them, staring at him, Marth and Blaziken. This was not the ideal situation to be in. Frantic, Chad’s hand shook as he tried to grab hold of his starter Pokémon, Marill. Propelling his Poké-ball outward, Chad was hoping that Marill could save him from whatever creature this was, now advancing forward.

Marill gracefully exited his Poké-ball to land on the cool, moist ground. Marill observed what startled Chad, and put on a facade of strength and courage. Chest out, arms in a fighting stance and a serious look painted across his face, Marill was ready for action. Stepping into the rim of the light the torch produced, a faint outline of the mysterious Pokémon could be seen. It was none other than a Kabutops, with sharp silver claws, slender and sleek shape, as well as a monstrously evil look in its eyes. Chad blinked, and nearly fainted before his trusted Marill looked backwards and splashed him with a Water Gun to awake him from his awe-stricken state.

Shaking his head back and forth, Chad had thousands of questions racing throughout his mind. How could this Pokémon get here? Why was this Pokémon attacking him and Marth, and what was his purpose? In his thought process, Chad could only hypothesize what the answers were. Maybe this Pokémon was placed here by the scientists that first discovered fragments of Zineshale, so that no one could find any pieces they may have missed? He really did not know the true answers, and that was of little relevance now. The only thing on his mind was defending himself and his pals.

Attempting to smile, but with frenzied emotions in his mind, Chad produced a horrible face as he looked at Marth. Not sure how to go about such an ordeal, Chad shrugged his shoulders and exclaimed, “Lead the way,” to his fellow Team Soul member. He was hoping that Marth’s leadership skills would compensate for his lack of them at this moment in time, since Chad was so terrified at not knowing what to do.

[Josh]

Team Soul Headquarters
Josh's Office
Saffron City

After a five minute talk with Marth, Josh hung up the phone and left his finished bottle of Coca Cola, letting it lean precariously on his desk. He took an apple out of the fridge, made sure he had his keys, PDA, laptop and I.D, and walked out of his office, letting the door lock behind him. He took a walk down the long stairs and back into the Engineering Room.

Team Soul Headquarters
Engineering Room
Saffron City

Josh was to begin work on a weapon that would affect both people and machines. Not kill them, just stun. He would have to get a gun outlook mould so that it would look real and scare a few people and a heap of stun bullets. But where would he get materials for that. Then it hit him! He ran out of the building and towards the exit of Saffron City. It would be a long jog, however.

Outside Saffron City
Josh was walking through the tall grass where lots of Pokémon lived. He, however, was only looking for a Butterfree, an Ekans or Arbok, or an Oddish, Gloom or Vileplume. There were others, but those were all he could think of. He was not keen to find an Arbok or Ekans. They had Glare, which paralyzes humans and Pokémon alike. But Glare was hard. If he had one of the other ones use Stun Spore, that would be easy to contain.
After what seemed like hours of searching he finally found a Vileplume. It appeared not happy to see him. He put on his mask and began his operation.
"Go Genggy!" he yelled throwing a Poké Ball. The ball opened and emitted a white flash. The white flash took form into a small purple thing, sort of with a human appearance. It had scary red eyes and a smile that would scared a little child. Although Genggy the Gengar had Glare, again, Josh was not too familiar of how to utilise it.
"Genggy use Shadow Ball!" Josh shouted watching Gengar fire a big black ball from its cold purple hands. The Vileplume dodged and retaliated with Stun Spore. "That's it!" Josh took out a small dustbuster and sucked up the Stun Spore. He recalled Genggy and ran off, hoping the Vileplume wouldn't follow.

[Tiana_M]

Kanto; Team Soul HQ

In her own personal quarters, Tiana was just about to get ready for her night out. She started with a bubble bath to get clean, relax a little, and to make her feel better. Her mind was still somewhat focused on the fact that after tomorrow morning, she wouldn’t see Isaac again for, at the very least, a week. The only thing that she wouldn’t let her mind dwell on was that it might be much, much longer than that before she saw him again. After her relaxing bath, Tiana dried and styled her auburn hair and put on her face makeup. Then she put on one of her nicer outfits, a knee-length, dark-green, halter-dress with a brown leather jacket over it, with a pair of fancy, knee-high, high-heeled, brown leather boots. By the time she managed to finally do all of this, it was just about time for Isaac to come by her room and pick her up. During the time she had left, she decided to continue reading her latest book, Otherworld.

Tiana only had to wait a few minutes before she heard Isaac knock on her door. She put a page marker in, closed the book and put it down on the table next to her favorite chair. Once she had opened the door, said hello to Isaac, and kissed him, she just had to grab her purse and they were off. They used the teleporter on the lobby floor to transport to the public HQ of Team Soul. From there, they walked to the little restaurant a few blocks away that they had planned on going to. After they had been seated at one of those round little two-person tables in an out of the way corner, they chatted for a while before finally getting around to what was really on both of their minds, the up-coming missions. Tiana was the one who brought up the subject. She began rather tenatively, “Well, I guess, we’re both... leaving tomorrow huh? I... I just wish our assignments could have been together or at least not so far apart.”

[HKim]

OOC: I talked with Neo and we both agreed to lower the word minimum to 200 words per a roleplay post (not including OOC). If you break this rule, you will get a strike.

Note: Anyone with a strike for breaking the 300 word rule still has a strike.

[Kenny_C.002]

Hidden Warehouse, in the middle of Nowhere

Something however felt wrong, and it had nothing to do with me looking at Jess's bottoms. It was too quiet. The enemies seemed to have anticipated the recon mission. Just as I was thinking that, Jess stopped, and I luckily did not have the time for a stopping reaction. Either way, Jess saw a problem of seeing poison gas being sent through the vents just ahead, which confirmed what had happened.

If the enemy knew of our arrival, then it would be just stupid to spy on them at this time. I thought of a plan. Instead of going ahead, we were to head backwards to a nearby vent exit (that was still inside the warehouse), drop from there, and work our way through.

The plan was the best I could come up with in such short notice, and Jess did not mind that plan. It was better to do that than to get poison gas to fill your lungs.

After a short backtrack, we arrived at the nearest vent exit. I kicked the vent window open and dropped to the bottom, which was about a storey high. After helping Jess down (with a nice view in a place where I can see more clearly), we checked the room. It was the bathroom.

Good thing bathrooms were always to an outside wall, and that this bathroom was pretty large! With a good exit plan, I checked what was going on outside the door with my stealth tactics (which was nonexistant). What I saw made me afraid. The other half of the team were speaking with the enemy, with content on "working together". Worst yet, it had seemed that something else was going on. The going was wrong, and I noted that to Jess. We exited through a high window in the bathroom and landed around the corner of the vent system.

The other four, Umi, Raphael, Relena, and Hilary, looked surprised as we landed there, while they were checking the exterior. "What the heck isgoing on inside?" Raphael nearly screamed.

"Something's wrong. Kev saw the other half of the squadron actually inside talking with the enemy. I might be safer to assume the worst," Jess said.

"You sure they're not negotiating or anything like that?" Umi inquired.

"Yes, it's not a negotiation. They're working together with the enemy," I answered.

"That's what she meant. You sure it's not a negotiation?" Raphael attempted to make me check again.

"Look. We can go in through the front door if they are. If they aren't, then we're screwed," I reasoned.

"Sounds like a plan," the other five said as they pushed me toward the front end of hte warehouse.

Great, I was the guinea pig for this. I walked to the front and things became clear. Tyrande was essentially a Trist idealist, and thought that she could surpass him with support from Jones. The others merely were infected by her charisma. I saw that from just being at the front door, since the men outside just talked about all that. This was not a resistance, but a revolution.

That was more than enough information to get out of there. We took the Jeep and ran from there. The thought of revolution may be incredible in the short term, but HQ should be informed that half of Dawn just went to join a revolution.

OOC: Oops, I just dropped off 6 members. Have fun with them if you want them. ;) So i'm down to: Natsuki Umi (Tactician), Jessica Davis (Frontliner), Hilary Naughton (Stealth Operations), Raphael Tin (Hacker, communications), and Relena Icecraft (Commanding Officer). Yay distributions! Yay one-man-armies! ;)

[Channel Delibird]

13 Hotspring Boulevard
6th June, 16:12

They were all assembled along the long dining table, all save one - the initiate Finch, Tarses noticed. He had half a mind to start without him when that exact person came crashing through a window head-first on a Skarmory, throwing shattered glass all over the floor and causing quite a stir among the group. People jumped up to avoid getting hit with glass shards before being waved back down by Tarses.

"Sorry I'm late," he said, but nobody laughed.

Tarses' face was quite blank, as usual, although there was a hint of a frown creeping in if you looked closely. He stood up and motioned for Finch to take a seat. "Glad you could join us, Finch. You will, of course, be paying for a replacement of that window, and you will do so and have the glass fitted by seven o'clock in the evening tomorrow."

"Now," he continued at remarkable pace, not allowing Finch or anyone else an opportunity to speak yet, "I trust all of you are aware of the death of President Ryan Elite, and the subsequent takeover of the United World Order by Team Soul. This startling change of the political spectrum requires that we adapt our work. I have gathered you here to update you on whether or not your assignment has changed and what it might have changed to."

He allowed this to sink in as he started to walk around the table, stopping behind Arunei Shade. "Codename DragonStorm, you are to go to Kanto, more specifically central Kanto, and gather information on the possible connections of several mysterious deaths and disappearances over the last four years. I am convinced something strange is going on there, and I want to know what it is."

And then to Finch: "Finch, it has come to my attention that the Central Intelligence of Bionics Organisation have developed too much for their own good. Their technology could be used to locate us or destroy us, and this I cannot risk, and therefore you are to infiltrate this organisation and keep their focus on others, such as Team Soul. If you require more obvious reasons for them to turn their gaze, explosions of many kinds can be provided on request."

He moved to Christian, everyone else listening and waiting to hear about the assignments. Tarses felt powerful at this moment, with two dozen people waiting for his every word. He would have grinned if it hadn't been unprofessional. "Christian, your knowledge from your previous spell with the Brotherhood of Steel will come in useful. You are to find them, rejoin them, and turn them against Team Soul and C.i.BORG. Aggravate relations whenever possible."

And so the meeting continued, everyone receiving assignments, although none were given to infiltrate Team Soul, which everyone assumed would be done. Tarses had finally decided, against his own better judgement, that it was he who would carry out that particular job...

The meeting concluded with a message about contact, which was always the last item at a Puppeteer meeting, so everyone was aware that when Tarses finished speaking now, they would be leaving.

"Orders will be sent to you by myself or Christian, do not send messages for them yourselves. If your cover is blown and you require a means of escape, contact Codenames Jared Harpoon and Malley, who remain unassigned in order to be available in this way. Remember that we will help remove you for our cover's purposes only, your punishment will likely be severe for an extreme failure. It is more prudent to quietly leave if you believe you will not succeed than to push on until you require rescuing.

Now, delete this location and all memory of this meeting from your phones, and leave in staggered intervals. Finch, wait until last and clear up this mess."

[Satou]

Petalburg Forest - Petal Burg City

"Alright it, it's official. I should've gotten the freakin' map." Satou muttered "Alright it, it's official. I should've gotten the freakin' map." Satou muttered angrily as she stomped out of the Petalburg forest. While she was in the forest, she had also managed to remember that the BoS base probably was not in Hoenn...
And even if it was, she didn't want to be here in Hoenn anymore. But how could she leave? She needed a flying Pokemon.
"Roar Rooaaarrr. I'd just go borrow a Pokemon, but that won't work... I'll have to catch something then!!!" Satou declared, "Yay yay yay, n' stuffs. Ok, it's time to find a Flying Pokemon cute enough for me to capture."

With that mission in mind, Satou suddenly from wanted a BoS team member to come pick her up... But oh well. She might want a new Pokemon anyways.
"Great. Now, what types of strong, flying Pokemon can I find here?"
Satou paused for a moment. Good question. What strong Pokemon could you find in Petalburg?
"... Never mind that, then. Let me try calling the base once again."
Satou nodded and then picked up her cell phone, punching in the numbers that were supposed to get her to call her other cell phone she'd left in the base. If she was lucky someone would notice the ringing phone.
"...Oh wait... My other phone would be out of batteries right about now... Never mind then.... This sucks. Someone save me, I don't wanna be here anymore." Satou whined, looking around hopefully for someone who would give her a ride. Anyone would do! She just wanted to be in Jhoto or Kanto, she didn't care which.

[Incongruity]

C.i.B.ORG Headquarters

"That's an excellent plan, Dr. Tiantus. Through TRILOBYTE we can gain control of the chaotic Kanto, Johto, and Hoenn regions, and with your movement, we can defeat Soul in Orre. Once our society is set up, our bionic Pokemon can destroy the rebels. Get working on that immediately with your android. Take whatever resources you need. You too, Ravencroft. All of our resources are at your disposal."

Sk signaled for them to leave, and turned away to the window. Looking down, he saw some of the destruction below. It was already working. His plans would come to fruition. The world would finally be enlightened. After so many years.... so much patience..

But then as he was gazing, he saw his reflection in the window. It had taken too long. The wrinkles were clear even below his sunglasses, so he threw them away in disgust. Sighing in frustration, he began to quietly walk out of the board room towards the elevator. As he was about to realize his dreams come true, he came to a worse epiphany. He had aged; it was clear. He didn't want to admit it, but he had been too patient. He should have been quicker. He should have acted earlier.. But it was better late than never.

The world would be restored to its natural process. A utopia wouuld be created where evolution would be restored. Where the people would need to learn. Where they would need to realize they had become weaker.

But sk was strong. He had no false dreams of peace to limit him. He had no hopes of harmony to restrain his expeditions. He had spread this to his colleagues, but he wanted to enlighten the world. He was disgusted at the stupidity of his species. They were imperfect. They consciously limited themselves for mental illusions.

As he reached the elevator, sk chuckled. As he walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor, he thought, "Even the elevator is not so foolish as the human. The elevator works obediently and without hesitation. It has less potential, but atleast it reaches that peak...

"The world has to change.. Either we must use our enormous potential, or fall to those unlimited. I will teach this to the general. I will rule, but it will be for their enlightenment. I will be their mentor. I will teach them of the weakness that comes with reluctance. The power that comes from release... It was a violent way, but the only method. They wouldn't listen if I simply told them of Truth. All organisms must suffer before they reach Truth; it is best that I control their suffering than to let random phenomena destroy them before they can learn..."

[Lord Celebi]

Ciborg HQ
Unlimited?
Tiantus began to walk out after informing a grunt about rust's dire need to be picked up by the Helicopter. Tiantus walked down the hall into the lab and met me.
"Long time, no see," I said to Tiantus.
"Whatever. We have been given an order to take over Orre," Tiantus replied.
"Okay. Political Candidate coming up," I replied. I pressed a button on my hip. My armor then split into two pieces and fell onto the floor, leaving me a man in a blue shirt and shorts. My Cybernetic Arms and Legs were still intact, "I think we'll need to pack that." I swiped my backpack from the floor.
"You're a genius!" Tiantus excalimed. He then took out a PDA from my backpack. He opened up my e-mail client and began typing a message to sk. The Message Said;
Do Not Say anything about the attack on the protesters. It will work to our advantage in Orre. Tiantus hit send.
I put my armor back on and we then walked to the weapons room. In there were spare suitcases for packing. Tiantus then stuffed a new suitcase with a few small bombs, and some guns.
I browsed the weapons rack. I picked out a few DC-15s, 1 small bomb, some ammo, and a sword. I stuffed this all in 2 suitcases.
"Time to go to Orre," Tiantus said. I took out my Poke Belt and secured it around my waist. Both of us grabbed our suitcases, and we went up the stairs and got to the Heliport.
"Hey rust, can I use your cell phone?"
"Sure." Tiantus dialed a number and made a few calls. 10 Grunts and an officer arrived up the five minutes later. Just enough to fit in the three Helicopters here.
"Hello. My name is Captain Cody. I am in command of the 10 Grunts you asked for," The officer said.
"Just get into these helicopters and fly em to Orre!" Tiantus commanded, "Preferably, the Shadow Pokemon Lab."

[Neo Emolga]

Neo Winterfield
Brotherhood of Steel
Valencia Island

I had met with Alvin Gregory and Nathan Graystone in the afternoon, one day after we had the discussion regarding the separation of the Orange Islands and the region of Hoenn from the rest of the world. Even just after our meeting, the media had gotten their anxious little hands all over the story. Newspapers, television, and radio were constantly discussing this whole freaking thing. Yet, to my surprised amusement, the news of the riots had suddenly jumped off the planet. It was like they never happened.

Once again, we had gathered around that massive, overly fancy wooden table in the Capital Building of the Orange Islands Secretariat to discuss the issue at hand. Quickly, we were all seated, and the whole thing began again. Alvin Gregory was the first to stand to report on the outcome of yesterday’s decision.

“I ran this issue past the Orange Islands Secretariat.” Alvin Gregory began, “The affirmative vote was represented by 92% of the Congress. The Orange Islands, as well as myself, agree to your plan, Commander Winterfield.”

Then, he took his seat. I then looked over to Nathan Graystone as he took the stand. He seemed pretty confident as well, something I definitely liked to see.

“The Coalition of Hoenn, as well as myself, have come to a unanimous decision.” Nathan Graystone said to the rest of the Secretariat, “We too, have also decided to separate from the United World Order and join together with the Orange Islands and The Brotherhood of Steel.”

It was settled then. Man, I thought it was going to take another month before we could get this thing underway. Still, you didn’t see me complaining. Shortly after, we had all signed the official manuscript that stated the entire plan in writing. After the last person signed, that was it. It was all done, and we never had to worry about Michael Trist trying to enforce his ways upon us again. The United World Order was separated now, and lost its true name. But for now, the unity between Hoenn, the Orange Islands, and the Brotherhood of Steel would be known as the Unity of Defiance. It wouldn’t be long before the official announcement would arrive of Michael Trist’s doorstep, and prove to him that he was not the king of the world as he so thought he was. Now, for once in a time a screw ups, the world had a choice.

Once we left the building, we saw press conferences to the extreme. People were all over the freaking place with television cameras, microphones… just about everything. Once the official announcement was made, people were cheering and a whole uproar had started.

The questioning was ridiculous. I didn’t like having a swarm of microphones in my face, but I answered all their questions, from everything such as feelings about Trist, plans for the future, the involvement of the Brotherhood of Steel with Hoenn and the Orange Islands, the new political powers of the Secretariat and the Coalition. Geez, it took forever to explain, but I knew this would get the word out on the Brotherhood of Steel. After this, we would no longer just be a mystery to some people. Our recruits would swell in numbers, and people all across Hoenn and the Orange Islands would look up to us as a protector. And in return, the Brotherhood of Steel would be stronger.

We were prepared for the future. Nothing would stop us. Not even the ruins of the United World Order could touch us now.

[JohtoTrainer]

Kyle Ward
Brotherhood of Steel
Hotel Saffron Room Number 918

Kyle sat, shocked, infront of his small TV. His Commander, Neo Winterfield, announcing that The Brotherhood of Steel was breaking away from Michael Trist and Team Soul. This was definately going to be a topic that needed to be discussed once Dart and Fayt came to have the meeting. Whether to stay with the mission or abort and go to Hoenn to help with the creation of the Brotherhood of Steel military.

"Neo, you are a genius!" Kyle said to himself as he jumped off the bed. "No more of this bull crap, from Team Soul."

Kyle decided that he needed to do something before Dart and Fayt came to the meeting. Kyle walked out of his room, hopped on the elevator, and pressed "ML" button, standing for Main Lobby.

"I'll be going out for awhile, could you get room clean for me?" Kyle asked the receptionist.

"Yes sir. We'll have it done by the time you get back."

Kyle walked down the yellow bricked road, (no not the Yellow Brick Road, the yellow bricked road.) heading for Team Soul HQ. One he got into the building there were people rushing around with papers yelling at eachother complaining about Neo Winterfield breaking away.

Kyle went to the reception desk, "Is there a computer for me to work on around here, it's time for me to get some work done, I haven't done anything since I've joined Team Soul."

"Yes Mr. Tuboi there is a Computer Lab down the hall first door on the right." the receptionist replied with to him with a smile.

"Thank You very much."

Kyle walked down the hall and spotted the first door on the right, peeked his head in and saw that there was nobody in there.They must've all been out watching the news calling Command Winterfield names. Kyle jumped on the first computer in the row.

He pulled out a virus infected discette from his pocket, he shoved it in the hard drive and went to "My Computer", he picked out as many files as he could and attached them to an E-Mail that would be sent to every computer in the room. He sent the E-Mail, he wished that he could find out the Leader's E-mail adressses, because their computers are not linked to the computers in the computer lab. But, he was happy that he had infected the computers here so that nobody could do anymore work anytime soon.

He pulled out his PDA, and sent a message to Commander Winterfield that read.

"The virus has been spread."

[Lord Celebi]

Nearing Orre
I had my assignment. I would start an Anti-Soul Movement in the Under/Pyrite Town. Then, I would announce I was running for Orre president. Tell a few lies, help Ciborg, and become president. Then, I would announce the breakoff of Orre from the UWO.
"How long will this take me?" I asked Tiantus.
"Well, the Elections are nearing, since the region cannot be controlled by Team Soul," Tiantus responded.
"Exactly how long?"
"The elections are three months away. You have one month to start the Anti-Soul Movement, and Two Months of campaigning," Tiantus said.
"Anything else I should know," I asked.
"Since you must associate yourself with Ciborg to get Agate's town, you must talk about how Ciborg saved you a lot. You need to say you have robotic limbs. Why? When you were a child, a Team Soul Member killed your parents and took you to his house in Pyrite and chopped your arms and legs off. You were left until someone found you, and you recieved medical attention. 10 Years later, Mako Kronos found you and asked you to test his new cybernetics. They worked, and Ciborg saved you. I'll send you more lies via PDA email," Tiantus huffed.
"People are supposed to buy that crap?"
"There's a stupid one born every minute. WHy do you think anyone's letting Team Soul control their government?"
"Becasue they made the Government Takeover Speech first," I replied.
"No... People are letting them control. Here's our stop. Leave your suitcases and armor on the floor, we'll carry them into the lab," Tiantus said. The Helicopter landed and Tiantus hopped in back and took out a tool kit. The grunts in the Helicopter took the suitcases on the floor. I jumped out and pressed the button on my hip and another Grunt took my amor. A squad of five grunts took out Their DC-16s and broke down the door both the doors in. I took the left door.
"rust, Locate the subway and take it to The Under," Tiantus said.
I went in the door and down the stairs. I found an empty room. I kept going closer. There was a hole between the room and the subway. I jumped over.
It took me a moment to take in that a Subway system was there, just waiting to be used.
I walked inside.

[~* Esper *~]

C.i.B.ORG Headquarters
5:00 pm


As Esper started to leave, he noticed a dissapointed look on the old man's wise, yet elderly face as he walked through the polished wooden door feeling like he was entering another portal that which Sk was not a part of. The man's face was patience personofied with the essence of slight accomplishment and ridden of anguish. Closing the door, he noticed the many grunts that were loitering around the hallways doing nothing, waiting for someone to tell them something to do, no initiative, no drive, no passion, empty canvases waiting to be molded and sculpted into the image of this corporation, an image Esper was not so sure was the right image, his image ...

Taking a firm stance at the receptionist's desk and maneuvered her to move aside as he took over the microphone and pushed the button signed "P.A.". Holding up the small, and extendable microphone, he started to speak, in an almost grumpy tone, only trying to get the attention of the unorderly children loaming about.

"Attention all, attention all. My name is Esper Ravencroft, and I'm an Elite officer here at C.i.B.ORG. Though this is a bit informal, there will be a, I guess you could say, audition. I am personally taking on a team of only the most qualified members on a mission of the highest importance. If you wish to be known in this corporation to have a reputation, come to it. It will be in my office, on the 27th floor, at 6:30 pm.." Having all the attention of the present officers, he walked down that long corridor with the essence and posture of a rockstar, knowing all eyes were on him. He didnt' mind having the spotlight on him, he loved the attention. He could tell all eyes were on him and he could feel the stare as if it were the sun, flaring on his flesh, and he loved the sensation, almost craved it, like a drug ...

Arriving in the elevator, and as the doors closed, he fell. Though he loved the attention and loved being in the public's eye, he knew he would have to work exceptionally hard to keep up his reputation and every little thing he did would be over analyzed and scrutinized. Retaining his composure he knew that he would have to be his personal mantra personofied ... The will to do and the soul to dare is yours for the taking if you prepare.

He will be prepared, but he just hopes that everyone else is, because if they are not, he will get the last laugh ...

[Lord Celebi]

Shadow Pokemon Lab, Subway, Orre
I sat down in a seat in front of the control panel. There were only a few buttons and a screen. The buttons said Lab, Tower, Under, Close, Open. I pressed Close. The doors closed. A grunt then ran down and started yelling. I opened the door.

"What?"

"You forgot your backpack!" the grunt said.

"Thanks," I said. I got out of the train, jumped over the hole, and took my backpack. I jumped over the hole and sat down. I pressed Close. I then buckled myself in and pressed Under. The train started going extremely fast. The screen said 5 minutes to Under.

*

"Okay. You five. Explore the place. Kill anything alive," Tiantus said and pointed to five grunts. The grunts then went into the right door.

The grunt who had given me my backpack came out from the left door.

"There's a hole between the lab and the subway," The grunt reported.

Tiantus took out his cell phone. He dialed a number.

"Ciborg HQ? This is Dr. Tiantus. I have arrived at the Shadow Pokemon Lab. I need supplies delivered including Metal and large sodders. I hear Ravencroft is going on a mission. If he could drop them off here, I would be very appreciative."

*

Thirty Seconds.

I metally prepared myself to get out. I looked behind me and saw the docking station. I also saw cages.

Pefect from Transporting for TRILOBYTE

The train stopped. I walked to the other side of the train and got out the automaticly opened door. I started walking and noticed an acid pool. I tried hard not to think evil. I then turned away from the acid (left) and found an elevator. I got in and pressed up.

The elevator went up at a slow and steady pace.

Replace Elevator when I take over the Under

The elevator reached the top and the doors opened. I took a left and opened the door. What I saw looked like a maze, except you couldn't get lost. I followed the walls. Pictures of Pokemon hung on the wall. I found stairs. I walked them up and found myself in the TV Studio. I don't think this place is used anymore, but this will do.

After Cipher, a company Called Orrecast built ontop of the TV Studio that Venus used and created a company that provided TV for all of Orre to Compete With the Orre News Network.

First thing, I need to find someone who will cooperate with me. I opened the doors to find the Orrecast lobby. Maybe I'll find something here.

[Ikazuchi]

Somewhere in the Rock Tunnel Mountains

The steel serpent stood tall, roaring, head pointing to the sky. A small monkey with studded gloves looked up at it, showing no fear. It was Steelix vs. Primeape, a battle that neither could afford to lose. For Steelix, he would lose his shiny coating, and Primeape would lose his pride and almost flawless record. Steelix leapt first, attempting to slam onto Primeape, he was just inches away, when Alex shouted a simple phrase, and that phrase was ‘Mawashi-tsuki’ or to put it in English, a Focus Punch, straight to the exposed belly of the beast. The studded gloves pierced the outer steel skin, and the Steelix simply keeled over, his coat ruined, his pride shattered. ‘Rei’ was the next call from Alex, and Primeape put his feet together, with the toes slightly apart and bowed towards his foe, before running over to Alex.

‘Good battle Alpha, I’m considering letting you go out alone one night now, as I know you can handle anything yourself.’ To this, the Primeape simply grunted, but it was a grunt of good will, he knew he had pleased his master, and his friend, and that is what mattered. ‘We’d better head back towards HQ; they’ll be thinking you got kidnapped by that daft Kangaskhan again’ Primeape grimaced at this, he had been kidnapped by a Kangaskhan who was grieving for her infant that had been poached, and she was seeing all small pokémon as her child. This including an angry looking studded glove wearing Primeape.

Alex began to walk towards a distant peak, Primeape scrambled over the rocks behind him, they knew these mountains like the back of their hands, Alex had been part of the Assassin Guild for 8 months now, and was just able to remember where the HQ was. If he could barely remember the location then he had no idea how enemies could cope.

[Lord Celebi]

Orrecast Lobby, The Under
I walked around for a moment pondering what to do. I then went to the reception desk.

"Hi. I'd like to see someone about advertising," I said to the receptionist.

"And What is your name?" she asked me.

I thought quickly for a moment. My real last name was Makuta. Though I was commonly reffered to as The Nuva by my team. There we go.

"rust Nuva ma'am," I replied.

The receptionist pressed a button on her intercomm.

"Johnny, a rust is here to see you about advertising," she said.

"Send him in," The intercomm said.

"Go up the Elevator to the third floor. Then go to the office on the right," She told me.

I then started walking. The elevator was left of the desk. I pressed a button the doors opened. I was alone. Good. I pressed 3. It started to go up. Then Again. Then it stopped. The doors opened and a voice said "Welcome to Three."

I walked out and went to the office on the right. I knocked on the door.

"Come in!" The person yelled.

I looked at his Name Labeled on his desk. John Orion. He was watching Orrecast News and the Orre News Network. The Orrecast News was talking about the Cyborg attack on the protesters at Celadon. Wow, I'm famous. It said Ciborg would make no comment.

The other screen was reporting on the Brotherhood of Steel's breakaway from the UWO. YES! More chaos! The UWO is falling. Orre will be out in Three Months and the UWO will crumble.

"What do you want?" John asked.

"I'd like to use advertise," I said.

John turned on his computer. He looked at a schudule.

"We have a 2 Spots open tomorrow. They're back-to back, so you can buy 2 Commercials at make them into a longer commercial. They're at exactly 5:24 PM," He said.

"Will this be broadcasted on the Giant TV outside?"

"You betcha! Anyways, It'll cost ya, 20,000 Pokedollars for both." John offered.

"Sounds reasonable. I'm quite rich, and my company will reimburse me," I replied, "By the way, can I use the Old TV Studio to film?"

"If you find a cameraman, yes. Today, we have computers operate our cameras, so that studio is obselete," He replied, "Blank Tapes are in there. Just give me the tape when you're done."

I took out my checkbook and wrote a check for 20,000 P to Orrecast Studios. I gave it to John. Good. You'll be the second to die after I declare martial law on Orre. I left the office and took the elevator down. The next place I need to visit is the The Under Hotel.

[Neo Emolga]

Neo Winterfield
Brotherhood of Steel
Valencia Island

It was about three hours after that massive press conference. As of now, it was being aired worldwide, which was fine by me. For now, one of our objectives was complete. Still, we needed to find those command disks. The USS Unity could still have some use, despite the failure of its original intended mission. However, without those command disks, the thing was just about as useful as a tin can. But, as long as Hoenn was on our side and with the USS Unity still based in Mossdeep, Team Soul would never get their hands on it. And luck would be on our side this time. Chances are those missing members of the council were closer to us than they were to them, wherever they might be.

I knew this was going to be on the news for quite some time, and with that, Team Soul would definitely be distracted from their original mission. I had quickly checked my PDA to find that Kyle had finished spreading the SystemSiphon worm virus through Team Soul’s email system. Those that were connected to the same network would all be exposed to the virus. For now, the first objective of SystemSiphon was to make every computer to appear to be okay, cloaking the problems by making them appear to be extra folders of previously installed software programs on each computer hard drive. Even if their techies deleted it, SystemSiphon would just recreate the needed pieces that were deleted somewhere else, which would result in a never ending Easter egg hunt. Meanwhile, those stored files would constantly obscure information to drive them insane. Upon being saved, text documents would have their words and sentences re-arranged to mean completely different things, and still be actively relying on spelling and grammar checks. Images would be replaced with a similar image on the Internet of similar pixel color, style, and design format, and audio files would be totally obscured by mixing the volumes and pitches of the file randomly.

Still, that wasn’t the end of my plan either. Since Kyle had done nicely with the first step, I then prepared him for the next task. I decided to mail a letter to his apartment and disguise it to be an electric bill. However, inside would be one of the Brotherhood’s most infamous computer monsters, “Data Rogue.” Data Rogue would be installed via a DVD-R disc and to avoid detection, would be installed to the motherboard BIOS memory, totally off the hard drive and away from any detection by the user. And likely, the user would try to remove and fix the computer hard drive before thinking there was something wrong with the motherboard. Meanwhile, Data Rogue would constantly track all important and high priority messages, as well as detect password entries and message forwarding by continuously tracking every piece of information that passed through the Central Processing Unit and the Random Access Memory. Once Data Rogue found any possible connection to an outside BOS system through the Internet, bam, all their information would be send to the nearest BOS server at the nearest bunker, but if not, it would store them for later when online access was granted. It was like having a super powered security camera for their computers at their own Headquarters. And to avoid further detection, the Data Rogue appeared to have the label of “Masterpiece Media Suite,” and even came with the programs “Photohouse 7.0,” “Mastermedia Flare MT 2.0,” and “Cybergrafix 3D Mastermind” on the disc itself. And yep, all the user had to do was just pop the Disc in the DVD reader tray, and Data Rogue would find itself a new home within seconds.

After packing the disc in the protective case, and then stuffing it into the letter I was going to send to Kyle, I then gave him instruction on how to use it, and what it was going to do. If this whole thing worked out, we would be able to find out what Team Soul’s real activities were, and chances are we’d be able to stop them before Michael Trist used anything against us. Because chances were, Trist was going to be quite angry with our actions against him. Regardless, I was determined to prove we were stronger than his political mind when it came down to it, and I was ready to prove it in more ways than one. Trist was going to have a very short lived victory.

Shortly after I sent the letter to Kyle, I then made headway toward finding out how the investigation was going. All we had to do was just find one of those council members alive, and Trist would be out of office out of hierarchy priority. That council member would then become the UWO President… and Michael Trist… would just go back toward becoming just another man.

[Josh]

OOC: If this was real life I would be so p, i double sed with JT. XD

BIC:
Team Soul Secret Headquarters
Main Computer

Josh headed to the main computer, apart from the humming, it wasn't too noisy as it was back in the main building. He pulled out his PDA and began to work on his stun bullets. About two minutes later Josh saw a message appear on the screen.
"Virus alert," he read. "No problem," he began to check the log on ClamWin, his virus checker. "WHAT?! This wasn't stopped by ANY computers?!" he began working.
"Great," he muttered sarcastically pushing control, alt and delete on the keyboard. He closed the virus program. "Alrighty. I have at least one hundred and fifty computers to do this for so I better get cracking!"

Team Soul Headquarters
Receptionist's Desk

Josh arrived at the receptionist's desk. She appeared very distressed.
"Virus?" Josh asked. She nodded. "Please wait a moment," he followed the same procedure he had done for the main computer. "See you later."

Team Soul Headquarters
Offices

Josh went through numerous employees computers, finding and deleting the virus. While Josh was there he took a look at their offices. Nothing too different from his. Fridge, desk. Pretty much the same. However identical they looked, each office was slightly more decorated depending on the employees interests.
Josh finished the last computer and headed out.

Saffron City

Josh was walking around Saffron City, trying to think about how the virus came through. He was glad he got to it when he did, otherwise, they would be in deep trouble. There were many banners around the place about Team Soul, and many people in a hurry to get to their jobs. Josh remembered that before the virus attacked, he had his own job to do. He reached into his pocket for his PDA. He didn't feel anything.
"Crud," he said. "I must have left it at the main computer!"

Team Soul Secret Headquarters
Main Computer

Josh arrived at the main computer to find his PDA sitting on the chair, still in good condition. He pocketed it and looked up, gasping. The big computer now had more alerts than ever! He checked the task manager. More viruses.
Josh looked into the properties of the virus. It was eating at their hard drive! He would need a vaccine and quick. He hurried to the labs in the other headquarters.

Team Soul Headquarters
Computer lab
Saffron City

By this point of time Josh was awfully tired from running back and forth. This would ruin his ability to think of a vaccine. He racked his brain. Nothing. Why was this so hard? He took a bottle of Coca Cola that was in a nearby fridge and took a sip, still trying to think.
"How can I stop this?" he asked himself. He opened Notepad on the computer he was working on, thinking what the virus on that very computer was doing. He opened up a game. Maybe that would help him think. He opened up Half-Life. While he was running around a multiplayer level by himself, he got inspired to make a vaccine for the virus.
He started developing a program that shot at stuff if they shouldn't be there. He called it "Rocket Launcher". It was an invisible program that killed any virus around. It worked too. The virus was gone. He rejoiced and sent it around via e-mail.

'Co-workers,
You may have noticed a virus going around. Ph33r no more. I developed a program called "Rocket Launcher" to fight it. It's invisible so as soon as you install it you can no longer see it unless you try really hard.
Anyways, if you are unsure, ask me in person.

~Josh'

[Marth]

Ruins of Alph, Subterrean Passage

"Lead the way" Said Chad in a strong voice, but I knew he was unsure of what to do.
"Sure thing. Blaziken, engage in combat. Attacking mode Beta, Movement H, Defending mode Epsilon." I replied.
Blaziken obbeyed inmediatly, he started moving in circles around the Kabutops. The Kabutops stared at Blaziken... smelling, testing, analizing the opponent. The perfect predator. It emited a loud Screech, Blaziken didn't flinch at all. He kept moving in circles, each time getting closer. The Kabutops sensed danger, and he slashed his sickle in the thin air, trying to scare Blaziken. Once Blaziken was close enough, he made a fake punch with his left arm, when the Kabutops moved to avoid the punch, Blaziken quickly grabbed the sickles, and struggled to rise the opponent. He slammed the Kabutops into the wall, then he backstepped quickly.

The Kabutops got angry. After screeching again, it charged into Blaziken.
Blaziken was ready for this, he waited for the last instant and dogded the charge; kicking Kabutops knee as he moved to one side. Then he made a Fire whirl, engulfing the Kabutops with it. It was trapped now, the fire didn't hurt the Kabutops; but it would keep it fainted for a while.
I turned around and saw Chad in his usual "thinking" position: He had crossed his arms, and was breathing heavily.
"Anything unusual Chad?" I asked him.

He nodded. He gave me a long explanation about how this Kabutops couldn't have lived here, I didn't get most of it, but I got that wild Kabutops usualy have the sickles in a determinated angle, and that this one didn't, and the color...it got me a bit confused. It was certainly not my area.
"Ok, ok, so what's your theory then?" I insisted.
As Chad began another round of words, I realized that what he said it's true. If the Kabutops was not wild, then someone had put it there in purpose. And that meant there was something hidding in there.
"Let's keep going. I feel we're closer to something...extraordinary. Blaziken, lead the way." I added.

We kept descending, and as we went further the tunnel widened more and more. I got a message from Batesy: It seemed like someone had tried to infect our computers with a nasty virus. Thing is is, we used our own Operative System in some of the computers, called SO-2, developed by one of our high-rank members. If the virus was developed to work in a certain OS, and probably it was true, the virus would spread through the whole network. Computer #234-A only has the SO-2, so it must have alerted Batesy when it got the virus.
The road finally came into an end: There was a subterrean lake in front of us.
"You're on your own now. I didn't bring Kingdra." I sadly mumbled.

[Lord Celebi]

The Under
I walked out of Orrecast Studios. My next stop is the Orre Hotel. In front of Orrecast, was a bridge. The Under used to use UFOs, but only 2 People could use one at a time. The lines were to long, so it was replaced with a bridge.

The bridge had a fork in it, Going to the PKMN Center, or to the rest of the Under. I went to the rest of the Under.

I kept walking, dwon stairs, into an alley way. I was given weird stares along the way. You will all die first.... I turned right and walked into the Orre Hotel.

What I was searching for, a patsey and a meeting room.

"Hello. My name is rust Nuva," I said to the man behind the service desk, "I'm curiosu to know If I can rent a meeting room."

"We have a meeting room. 1000 Poke Dollars," The man said.

"Does it have a stage?" I asked.

"Yes. Now are you going to rent the meeting room?"

"Yes." I wrote a check to The Orre Hotel for 2000 Poke Dollars.

"This is for 2000," The man said.

"I want the room two days from now, and 9 days from now at 7:00 PM both times," I requested.

"Yes. No one's rented the room 2 days from now, so you have it as long as you want. There's a tight squeeze 9 days from now. Think you can get your thing done by 8 then?"

"Of course."

The man took my check and put it into the register, "Thank you."

I walked out of the Hotel and took a left. I wasn't looking and bumped into someone is a purple shirt.

"Watch it punk!" He said.

"Would you like to make 1000 Poke Dollars," I asked him.

"I'm listening."

"Come with me to the Abandoned TV Studio, and film my commercial. It won't last long." I told him.

The man thought for a moment, "500 now though."

"Fine."

I reached into my backpack and put 500 Poke Dolalrs into his hand. The man had red hair and purple pants too. He also had a yellow scarf. I started walking toward Orrecast and he followed. We went across the bridge and took the right pathway into Orrecast. We Ended up in the lobby. I then went forward into the door to the Old TV Studio. I turned the lights on. I opened a door to a closet looking for tapes. And tapes I found. I put one into a camera.

"Record me."

The man walked up to a camera.

"What do I press?"

I was up at the counter. I was looking at the variety of buttons on the camera. I saw a red circle. Next to it was a red square.

"Press The Red Circle to record. Press the red square after I say 'Thank You.'"

The man adjusted the camera and pressed the Red Circle and I began to talk.

"Hello People of Orre. My name is rust Nuva. This is not an ordinary commercial, this is a public service announcement. You may think Team Soul is the goody-goody team, but is not. Team Soul really wants all the power, and is tryign to remove anyone who thinks otherwise. My good friend Mako Kronos told me just today that the robot that attacked the protesters was built out of parts made by UWO and Team Soul contractors. The program was designed by Soul and it said that in the robot's programing. Their sloppy job has us on our toes. I have more to tell, but I have such little time. Tomorrow at The Orre Hotel Meeting Room at 7:00 PM will be a meeting about what we need to do now that these conspirators are in charge. Be there to help your country. Thank You."

The man pressed the red square. I threw him 500 Poke Dollars and took out the tape. I turned the lights off and I exited the door. The man followed. I took a left to the elevator. I pressed the button. I saw that the man in purple had left. The elevator opened and i pressed 3. Bump. Bump. Stop. "Welcome to Three"

I went to the same office I did before and left the tape on John Orion's desk.

"Here's the tape."

[Marill]

Ruins of Alph

There it was: the most terrifying obstacle ever set before Chad. The lake was cool and calm, producing an eerie aura and shivers down Chad’s back. It seemed deep and dark, only to allow his mind to roam into a frightened state in regards to what could possibly lie within. Chad was petrified; he would finally have to stand up and be courageous. With Marill inside Chad’s arms, the two approached the edge of the water, as it crept up beside them as well.

Marill leaped out of Chad’s arms, plunging into the water. Whatever may have resided in the lake could possibly be scared off if Marill kept up his gutsy image. Chad turned and looked at Marth, as he encouragingly nodded in Chad’s direction. Chad knew he could not let himself, his teammates or his Pokémon down. Now was the time to rise to the occasion, although he reluctantly did so.

Chad stuck his right foot inside the water to test the temperature. It was chilly, but at least it wasn’t freezing. Then, he extended his left foot beside his right one, becoming adapted to the water. Due to Team Soul’s meticulous preparations beforehand, the suit Chad was wearing was well equipped for the water. It didn’t drag him down, as it was lightweight, however, it also didn’t allow him to become soaking wet. It repelled the water, as it was tailored from a fabric that did not allow permeation of any liquid or gas.

Within the water, Marill waved its hands to inform Chad he was ready to get the show on the road. Marill placed its belly in the water, and looked straight ahead as Chad placed his hands upon Marill’s shoulders. Marill then started to ferry Chad across the lake, which seemed to be forever wide and an eternity long. The body of water was indeed deep, just as Chad had thought it would be earlier. Soon Chad couldn’t even feel the bottom of the lake, as the rock that served as the floor had plummeted downwards. “There’s a deep chasm here,” Chad noted.

Occasionally, Chad thought he felt something move below, though he knew how often he could scare himself without anything actually being present. He felt ripples around him, and bubbles surface from below, yet he remained optimistically hopeful that nothing actually inhabited these waters. If something did, Chad would not know what to do with himself.

At last, Chad had found himself across the watery mess, standing onside the shore. With a few shakes, all the water upon his suit was gone, although Marill was still slightly wet. Chad turned to see if he could make out where he had came from, yet it was shrouded by darkness. Determined to make a discovery at an prompt rate, Chad called out his Quilava to light the way. When he red beam retracted, Quilava stood calmly and stealthily, looking for directions of his trainer. As Chad signaled, Quilava’s flame shown bright, casting light upon a peculiar section of the cave.

Chad crept closer, as he saw an indention within the caves wall. Looking at it, it seemed to be some sort of opening to another room, however this was not of natural happenings. Someone or something had made this entryway; it wasn’t weather or age that had created it. Chad started to smell a peculiar smell. It was something he had smelled before, and he liked it very much. What was it exactly? Where did he smell it before? He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Curious, Chad pushed upon the indention, causing dirt to fall down all around. With that, the indention’s true purpose was unveiled: it was a door. Snapping, Chad gestured for Marill and Quilava to come closer, to check out what was within. The smell became even more flagrant, engulfing Chad into a calm state. Quilava’s light revealed some chairs, mats and tables within the room, one of which had a perfume bottle. This is what he had recognized, but he still didn’t know to whom it belonged.

Chad picked up the bottle, observed it and set it down. When he did so, he saw a piece of paper on the mahogany surface of the same table and he picked it up to read what it said:

“Dear Mario,

I have gone to the Apple Orchard. It seems to be the only place left that still has peace and harmony. If you wish to join me there, I’ll be waiting.”

Chad started to blink more and more with each word he read, causing Marill and Quilava to become very anxious as well. He looked to see who had written the letter, however the search yielded nothing. It was scribbled in a unique design, one that Chad hadn’t seen before. “It must be a technique that whoever wrote this used to remain secret and safe, protected by those they didn’t know,” he thought. He wondered for what reason was the letter written, and why was it left behind? Was this deliberately placed here, for this ‘Mario’ to find later. Or, was this some piece of trash that hadn’t made it’s way to the trash bin yet? “If only I knew the answers!” he yelled.

He looked around the room some more, yet there was nothing special or unique about it. After taking in every detail of the room, Chad was ready to commence his discovering process. He needed to get some of that Zineshale, and needed to get it fast. Chad started to turn around, and head out the door. However, as he attempted to leave, he tripped over a rock, and landed face first on the floor. “Ouch!” he exclaimed. Chad laid there for a second, and then dusted himself off. Upon doing so, he found some glittery powder on his shoulder. “That sure is odd. Glitter, in a cave?” Chad pricked one off of himself and held it to Quilava’s light. It wasn’t glitter. This was some sort of chip of an element. “What if..?!”

[Fayt]

Saffron City – Outside UWO Building

11:28PM… I looked up from my watch. Terra never showed. I wasn’t use to getting stood up so I took it particularly hard. I guess I deserved it after all. As by some stroke of luck I saw her running in the distance. I could barely make her out in the darkness. I wanted to call out to her, but suddenly a better idea came to mind.

I recalled the profile search I did before I sent her the PDA message about where we should meet earlier. Team Soul receptionist. Nice cover up title for the Team Soul/UWO Coordinator. She knew some of Team Soul’s shadowy little secrets, what their technology was and, best of all, the location of the secret Team Soul HQ. She could even be headed there right now.

Considering how fast she was running it wasn’t too hard to keep with her unnoticed. She was completely concentrated on getting there, not what was around her. She went down into the subway; I followed cautiously at this point. If she was catching a train, it would be no good to be spotted at this point. Peeking around the corner from the stairs down into the dim lit subway, I saw her. She quickly looked around her and then placed her hand on the coffee mug of a Donut King advertisement on the wall. I noticed that the ‘advertisement’ began a hand scan procedure. Once completed, the advertisement retreated into the wall and slid open. She stepped through and I began to follow again. I noticed the door beginning to slide closed again so I broke out into a sprint and quickly did a baseball slide clean under, my head an inch away from getting sliced off. I looked up into the brightly lit white room and Terra was still right there, now looking down at me.

“Fayt, what the hell are you doing here?!” she said. She quickly tried to open the door again using a security panel on the wall but it wasn’t working. I looked up and noticed security cameras everywhere.

“Why did you ditch me Terra?” I quickly said.

“Moron! Don’t you realize where you are? They’ll imprison you for sure and I’m sure to get fired!”

The second door wasn’t opening meaning some security feature was initiated. I found 3 options. 1) hack the panel using my PDA and get chased down before he could even send a location to and BoS member 2) take Terra as a hostage and likely get shot or 3) jump into the ducting system from the duct up above. I began hearing a lot of noise on the other side of the door. I pulled out my magnum.

“… What are you going to do?” She said, suddenly sounding overcome by fear.

“I’m sorry.” I decided to give the cameras a show. I pointed the gun at her. She shrieked in terror and cringed into a corner. The security team on the other side of the door suddenly became very still. I quickly shot the two security cameras in the room causing a huge commotion outside. I shot one more shot at the duct cover above and the cover came loose and began to swing from its hinges. I looked back at Terra who had now passed out. The strike team sounded like they were almost ready. I grabbed some wires from one of the cameras and also took Terra’s PDA from her coat. Jamming the wires into her PDA and the wall console, I tried to make it look like the door was hacked. Then, giving Terra a kiss on the cheek, I climbed up through the vent cover and closed it and used a paper clip to hold the cover closed. He had done it, Team Soul HQ was infiltrated. Let’s just hope they think he did hack the door or keeping hidden will actually be a challenge. Even for him.

[Neo Emolga]

Neo Winterfield
Brotherhood of Steel
Valencia Island

After I had sent the Data Rogue DVD-R to Kyle, I then began to move on toward the other matter at hand: trying to find what exactly happened to the other council members. If they were sleeping with the fishes, then the trail had to end somewhere along the line. But, if they were still alive and kicking, then traces of their activity had to be coming from some kind of source. They could not hide forever. And if we found just one of them, then trying to find the others would be one step easier. Once we found the first of them, then trying to find the others meant they had to be in a close proximity of the first. There had to be some kind of protocol they followed, I knew they wouldn’t retreat randomly and not keep in contact with one another.

I was just about to report on Razor squad regarding the current mission at hand until I was suddenly interrupted by another compatriot of mine.

“Commander Winterfield…” He ushered me to the television, “I think you should take a look at this.”

Again, to the television screen we all went. I had my skepticism at first, but then again, I saw something that definitely put a whole new wheel on the wagon. He told me that this message had been played in Orre, but it was spreading around all over the place quite quickly like a bean fart in a closet. And later, I found out that this could apply to everyone, not just for the bums in Orre.

"Hello People of Orre. My name is Rust Nuva. This is not an ordinary commercial, this is a public service announcement. You may think Team Soul is the goody-goody team, but is not.”

Heh, just the mentioning of “Hey, Team Soul isn’t as righteous as you think” got my interest. I didn’t know who this “Rust Nuva” guy was, but it was good to know that other people refused to be Michael Trist’s worker ants. We didn’t have ties with Orre that much, but they were going up against Trist’s power, then Trist was already running into serious problems. And lately, it seemed like only those against Trist were the ones speaking. We haven’t heard of anything from Trist since he took office, which I was beginning to guess was his only real priority.

”Team Soul really wants all the power, and is trying to remove anyone who thinks otherwise. My good friend Mako Kronos told me just today that the robot that attacked the protesters was built out of parts made by UWO and Team Soul contractors. The program was designed by Soul and it said that in the robot's programming. Their sloppy job has us on our toes. I have more to tell, but I have such little time. Tomorrow at The Orre Hotel Meeting Room at 7:00 PM will be a meeting about what we need to do now that these conspirators are in charge. Be there to help your country. Thank You."

Now this got me to my feet. Team Soul, killing protestors? The thought of it being true was very likely considering the recent actions of these clowns. Considering how drastic Trist’s actions were to get himself in office were, I would only guess he’d be willing to silence those against him and put a cap in the head of those who question his authority in this whole issue. Team Soul was feverishly power hungry from what even just the Brotherhood of Steel had seen, and this message was totally from a third party who had no interaction with the Brotherhood. However, Team Soul’s objectives were already crumbling apart. From even just the separation of Hoenn and the Orange Islands, and the new influence in Orre, Trist was quickly running out of dependable allies. If this kept up, Trist would be back in the streets before his butt even managed to keep the UWO president’s chair warm.

“We need to send a squad down there to attend that meeting, and find out more about the maniac in Team Soul who planned this whole mess.” I told the officers, “If there’s anything more about Trist’s resorts to violence against his oppression, this whole thing can explode right in his face, and possibly get him thrown out of the UWO office for what it’s worth now.”

After I had assembled Sigma squad together, I then gave them specific instruction to disguise themselves to be a press team. That way they could get the whole thing filmed and we could watch it and the same time, and it would make sure they don’t wear any affiliation with the Brotherhood of Steel. However, they were armed with their sidearm AutoMag R60, a high caliber machine pistol armed with powerful DD5 armor piecing rounds, just in case Team Soul decided that a second attack on Orre would help their already desperate situation.

[Lord Celebi]

OOC: Neo, that commercial doesn't air till 5:24 PM Tomorrow... But you can repost that when the RP's into tomorrow.

IC:
The Under
I popped out of the elevator and went back into the TV Studio. God… Team Soul has it coming. People are gonna be at my shindig. In a week, I’ll announce my candidacy for President of Orre.

I went down the stairs, through the maze, and into the room with the acid. I went down the elevator. Then, I will make campaign speeches everywhere. Hopefully, run unopposed. Then, after I become president, I’ll frame Soul for a few attacks, and siphon everyone in Orre to a place for their ‘Safety.’

I got into the train, strapped myself in, and pressed Lab. And then kill them all, and use Orre as a base for Ciborg! Muahahahaha!
*
“How are the repairs going?” Tiantus asked a grunt. About an hour earlier, another team of grunts had flown in with supplies. Some grunts had digging Pokemon, and would expand the Subway System to the Orre Colosseum and the abandoned Snagem Base.

“We have fixed the bridge to the Subway. We also cleaned out a spot for your office. We put your stuff, and your laptop there,” The grunt said.

“Thank you,” Tiantus said. A Techie the approached Taintus.

“We were able to find an internet connection here. Its old and slow, but it will do until Ciborg can get us high speed. There is also a government-paid phone line here.” The Techie said.

“rust is back!” Another grunt yelled.

I walked through the door.

“Hey Tiantus. How have things been going?”

“Fine. If you haven’t noticed, we fixed the bridge. Then they made me an office. Would you like one too?” Tiantus asked.

“Sure.” I replied.

“Captain! Make this lad an office,” Tiantus yelled.

“Sir. We’re out of supplies. I’ll place an order for more,”

The night had creeped in. Tiantus yawned.

“A Squad, Guard the Subway Station. Its up to you how you take shifts. B Squad, you guard the perimeter of the lab. You switch places at 12:00 AM.” Tiantus instructed, “Let’s find a place to sleep in this dump.”

[Marill]

OOC: Rust, you might want to ask HKim first before you start changing the days. I did it in an earlier post, and I was told to rarely ever change the days, as it "effects continuity." Just thought I'd let you know beforehand.

[Kenny_C.002]

Saffron UWO HQ

The entire team entered the UWO HQ and got to the nearest reception, which did not happen to be Terra. I spoke first, "Alright we went in onto the field somewhere..."

"Somewhere in this area," Raphael interrupted.

"-to investigate some rebellion or something like that. What the heck is going one here?"

The receptionist looked at me in the eyes. Without a word, she pointed to the same area in which I was led through tunnels and tunnels into the secret HQ. The problem was, it wasn't the same area, it only seemed to be.

Inside, a second receptionist greeted us. She closed the blinds and made sure the entire room was safe from everyone outside this room. She then whispered to me, "which guard team are you from?"

We WERE in the security guard outfits to make it look like we were ordinary security guards, so I took no heed. "We're from the squadron Dawn," I answered as I flashed my official squadron badge.

"My appologies, warriors from Dawn. News has arrived from that front and the other half of your squadron has subdued the threat and has convinced the them to join our cause."

"Wait...but I was certain that the other half of the team were planning for rebellion."

"Certainly no. We would not put you into such squadrons if you weren't the most trusted men and women on on the team. It's likely that you were stumbling upon some techniques in persuasion of some sort. However, they did ignore orders and went ahead with this, so as of now, they are to be sent to a different training centre...mind you a more harsh one."

"Wait, how does a receptionist know all this?"

"Because I'm not."

"So...this..."

"I think we got punked," Jess exclaimed, dumbfounded.

"So I guess we're going back to training huh?" I chirped.

"Yes," the 'receptionist' answered.

And thus we were led back to the barracks for further instruction.

Team Sould Barracks

Back in the barracks after a seemingly forever tunnel of whatever, which I still didn't understand how it worked, and had to rely on Raphael and Jess for navigation, we just sat down on the couch in the living quarters to relax...but the couch housed enough space for four. Excellent, since I got Relena tosit on my lap, while Jess just sat on one of the edges.

"Dawn's now cut in half just like that huh?" Hilary started after a long silence.

"Yeah," the rest of us all answered at the same time (except for Relena, who didn't seem to speak all that much).

[Fayt]

Team Soul Secret HQ - Ventilation duct

The search squad never even gave the vent cover a second glance. They thought I was McGuiver and had some amazing ability to make hacking devices from a PDA that wasn’t even mine with basic wiring. I’ll admit, I thought the hack diversion was very primitive and wouldn’t work at all, but amazingly it managed.

I flipped open my own PDA and opened up a message to send to Neo.

Team Soul Secret HQ infiltrated. I am in the ventilation ducts now. I was detected but it is thought that I escaped from the HQ. Security will obviously be tightened especially around the perimeter. I’m including the one entrance to the HQ in the mail. I’m sure there are more though.

Location: Saffron City, Marx St subway terminal. Donut King advertisement. Mug is a hand scanner for access.
Security measures: Hand scanner, 2 cameras, security lock (similar to airlock).
Vulnerabilities: Air duct cover in security lock. 2nd person can get through after authorization but with a lot of risk.

I’m going go see if I can find the barracks and slip into some sort of uniform. Update me on anything you would like me to search for.
Over and out,
Operative Hopter
Operation alias after this message: Vince Carter

I noticed that the ducts were the high strength, industrial type so they wouldn’t likely shift under my weight which would have caused a metallic banging sound known all too well by anyone that’s been through a vent.

“Well,” I thought, “Better get to crawling.” I clipped my PDA back on to my belt and took another peek down the vent. Terra was already removed and likely brought to whatever medical facility they use here. The search team had begun trying to track where I ran off to while I was actually right under their nose… or above it anyway. I began the crawl into the bleak, cold darkness of the vent. If only I brought my blade and rifle to the date that was suppose to happen, I would feel a lot more confident about this mission. At least he had his magnum with a half a round still left and an extra clip in his jacket pocket. Now if he could just get a hold of a uniform, the employee database and the ID card maker, things would begin looking much better. Unfortunately he was sure he’d have to hide from Terra now.

[Josh]

OOC: Go away! XD

BIC:
Team Soul Headquarters
Engineering Room
Saffron City

Josh was working on the stun bullets. Putting Stun Spore in the bullets would affect humans of course, but machines was a bit tricky.
He had harmless bullets, loaded with Stun Spore, looked more like tranquiliser shots, that would be useful. He pocketed them in a safety bag and continued work.
During the recent virus outbreak, Josh was beginning to get slightly scared. And the virus was not only affecting his computer nerve. It was also making him paranoid of whether or not he had all of his Pokémon or if they were okay.
Having already gone through making bullets, that worked on humans, one of the two things Marth had instructed him to work on, Josh decided he should check on the master computer, where all of the data lay. He knew it was probably okay, but with Chad gone, he was pretty much the only person who knew, checked or cared about the master computer. He ran down the stairs, outside and onto the streets of Saffron City.

Team Soul Secret Headquarters
Master Computer

For what seemed like the millionth time that same day, Josh arrived at the main computer, checking all of its logs and status. It seemed to be in order. Still Josh was paranoid. Movement sounds in the duct, which he knew was most likely the air conditioner, wasn't too helpful either.
Josh knew he was probably too paranoid. But the same thought ran through his mind again that day. If the master computer were to die on them, all of their data, internet access and hard work would be gone! And if it were infiltrated they would be in a slight pickle.

[Lord Celebi]

Shadow Pokemon Lab… Now the Cybernetic Enhancement Research and Procedure Lab or CERP
“And I rename the Shadow Pokemon Lab… CERP Labs! Cybernetic Enhancement Research an Procedure Labs,” Tiantus said to the now 30 Grunts standing there. Tiantus hit the building with a beer bottle.

Tiantus was just exciting everyone. The lab’s still a mess, but now CERP Labs would be the new name. Tiantus already has an office. I have an office. Captain Cody, who is head of Base Defense, has an office. Tiantus is going to fix the laboratory equiptment today, because another shipment of materials and 10 Grunts came in this morning.

Tiantus had given instructions to Captain Cody to dig out the Subway Tunnels out to Orre Colosseum, which was on the desert, and the abandoned Snagem Base. Captain Cody and the 5 Grunts with 1 Sandslash and 5 Dugtrio had already left, and didn’t see the CERP-ing of the Labs. I have an assignment for Tiantus though.

I approached Tiantus, as all the grunts had gone back to work. “I have something for you to work on in the next few weeks. I need you to create 10 robots that look exactly like me in armor. We’ll use these to frame Soul more,” I said.

“It can be done. I’ve sent 5 Grunts to retrieve our stuff and all the robots from our Sootopolis Lab,” Tiantus told me.

“Well, you need to go back and see. I can’t go back to blow the place up. I have a campaign to run,” I told him.

“I knew you’d think so. Ciborg Command has sent one of their best Scientists, Dr. Kagi, to watch over CERP while I’m in Sootopolis. I’m gonna be gone all of tonight, in case you were wondering,” Tiantus replied, “Well, I’ve got more cleaning to do.”

A helicopter flew in after he said that, and 5 grunts, and a man in a lab coat popped out.

“Dr. Kagi. This is CERP Labs. Ciborg’s newest research facility,” Tiantus said.

[Dog of Hellsing]

I sat, waiting for my orders to be given as I looked up at the ceiling. After a moment, the Master stood by the chair I was in, telling me my assignment.

Codename DragonStorm, you are to go to Kanto, more specifically central Kanto, and gather information on the possible connections of several mysterious deaths and disappearances over the last four years. I am convinced something strange is going on there, and I want to know what."

I nodded once, looking at him and giving a thumbs up sign. After waiting for a few more moments for everyone else to get their missions, I stood and, after clearing my phone's memory, waved to the others and left without a word.

I wondered for a few minutes, loafing and looking not at all suspicious. After a few minutes, I went to retrieve my Pokemon and thanked Nurse Joy, then went back outside and released King from his PokeBall. A group of teenagers gave startled yelps as King roared, and I couldn't resist chuckling at them. I easily jumped onto King's back and gave it a thump.

"Okay King, We've got a long trip ahead of us. Let's get going."

King gave a low grumble, then lunged into the air with a powerful thrust of his red wings. I grinned as the group of kids yelped again at King's sudden takeoff. As soon as we were high enough to not be overheard, I thumped his neck again.

"Okay buddy, we're heading to central Kanto. We'll go to Saffron, since that's about as central as it gets, and go from there. I've got a research mission, should be fun."

King grunted softly as he climbed higher into the air and I grinned. The Salamence really didn't care about the whole business, as opposed to some of my other Pokemon. I sighed after a moment, watching the groun beneath us zip by.

"We'll go as far as Johto, and stop to rest in Goldenrod. Then we'll make our way to Saffron. Unless you'd rather me use someone else to get to Saffron?"

King gave a loud snort and looked back at me. I laughed and nodded."

"Okay, okay, don't get so defensive! I know you can make the trip the whole way there without rest, but we can't risk drawing attention to ourselves. It might seem suspicious if we suddenly go from Hoenn to Kanto without stopping for whatever reason. We need to keep up appearances."

King snorted again and faced forward. I smiled and shook my head as we flew towards Goldenrod.

[Lord Celebi]

My Office, CERP Labs
My Office. About 5 minutes ago, my stuff from my last office was delivered. Now, I’m just hanging stuff. A picture of me before my operation, one after my operation, and one of my parents. I was waiting for Tiantus to come in and install my recharge bed/table. It was a slanted table that plugged in to my cybernetic limbs to recharge them. I usually always sleep on it. I even have a pillow for it.

My Laptop was opened, connected to a television set on Orrecast News Channel. At 5:24, the computer was set to record until 5:25, and put my commercial on my website; rustnuva.com. I had already sent a link to all the major news providers if they decide to cover my story.
*
“We’re at the correct coordinates!” A worker yelled to Captain Cody.

“Dig up then!” Cody yelled. The Dugtrio made a large hole going up. In front of Captain Cody’s eyes was the Abandoned Snagem Base.

“What’s the Status of Blue Team?” Cody asked.

“They’ve started digging to the Colosseum,” a worker said.

“You 2, RV with Blue Team. You, call Kagi. We need 5 Security and tell the rail layers to start laying,” Cody yelled.

“Sir!”
*
“Dr. Tiantus, Cody’s hit the Snagem Base,” Kagi told Tiantus in my office. Tiantus was trying to install my recharge bed, “He wants Security.”

“Send security. Then place an order for tracks for the train in the next supply shipment,” Tiantus commanded Kagi.

Kagi left the room and took out his Cell Phone.

“Ciborg command, we need track for a subway. Can we get that in our next shipment of grunts and stuff?”

“Right away Dr. Kagi,” The Ciborg Grunt said. Kagi put his phone back into his pocket.

“You, grunt!” Kagi yelled at a Grunt walking down the hall, “Run Security at the end of the Tunnel where Captain Cody is. Bring 4 more grunts and your DC-15s with you!”

“Sir!” The grunt then took out his gun and ran.

[Karisuma-Teichou]

Strikes:

- rust: C.i.B.ORG - 1/2 Depending on if your me or Harry.
1. Not meeting the 300 word limit
2. God-Moding - This is the one Harry took off witch needs to stay.

- Silver: Brotherhood of Steel - 1
1. Posting a non-Role Play post. Didn't even put OOC posts even though there not allowed

- Batesy: Soul - 1
1. Not meeting the 300 word limit

[Josh]

Strikes:

- rust: C.i.B.ORG - 1/2 Depending on if your me or Harry.
1. Not meeting the 300 word limit
2. God-Moding - This is the one Harry took off witch needs to stay.

- Silver: Brotherhood of Steel - 1
1. Posting a non-Role Play post. Didn't even put OOC posts even though there not allowed

- Batesy: Soul - 1
1. Not meeting the 300 word limit

OOC: But it was changed to 200! I'm sure of it! It was in one of the posts! *digs it up*

EDIT: OOC: I talked with Neo and we both agreed to lower the word minimum to 200 words per a roleplay post (not including OOC). If you break this rule, you will get a strike.

Note: Anyone with a strike for breaking the 300 word rule still has a strike.

See. It says it right there. Page 13, IIRC, if you want to check for yourself.

I always check my words count. I made sure it was 200 so this is confusing and unfair if it is still 300 as nothing else was said.

And isn't it also nessecery to have the location in your post? *points to Tyranitar Trainer's last post*

[Karisuma-Teichou]

OOC: But it was changed to 200! I'm sure of it! It was in one of the posts! *digs it up*

EDIT:

See. It says it right there. Page 13, IIRC, if you want to check for yourself.

I always check my words count. I made sure it was 200 so this is confusing and unfair if it is still 300 as nothing else was said.

And isn't it also nessecery to have the location in your post? *points to Tyranitar Trainer's last post*

It's on the first page it say's 300. Me and NP told Harry we were keeping it at 300.

[JohtoTrainer]

OOC: That's really confusing. Kim announced that it's 200, the when somebody posts 200 you say that it's 300. Nobody has ever said anything to us about it staying at 300. Kim said he discussed it with Neo, and changed it to 200. You also haven't changed the Silver strike, he's not on BOS. Sorry if you think I'm annoying you about it, but I wouldn't have to annoy you about it if you would've changed it last night instead of cussing me out.

[Daniella Defines Divinity]

OOC. Yeah and I was told that you guys all had a huge discussion about it, and it ended up being changed to 200. If the person who's pretty much in charge of the entire war comes in and anounces it then it's going to be assumed as true, even if it is just a mistake on Harry's part then he should get the strike because it's not his fault, it's a lack of proper information.

Sort it out guys, stop telling us 2 different things T_T

And since you're in a strike giving mood *points to Ty's lack of location at top of post* Sorry ty, nothing against you, just trying to proove a point about rules and fairness XP

IC.

Lavender town

*Daniella had paused outside a TV shop, the Kanto news were showing a copy of a tape that had come out of Orre containing slander of Team Soul, apropriately edited and was being played off as a small disagreeance. It looked like the AG were doing their job, downplaying the situation to minimalise any retaliation. Unfortunatly their network had not stretched as far as Orre, it's main focus was Kanto, parts of Johto and the numerous Islands that were dotted around the world's coastline. Daniella smiled to herself as the news went on to a story about the reducing number of wild Caterpie due to pollution. She walked on and stopped to admire the Pokemon Tower for a while before heading to the docks. She had just slipped off her sandles so she could dip her feet in the water, when someone tapped on her shoulder. She turned her head and found herself staring up at man of about 30 dressed rather dully in a grey T-shirt and jeans. His chin was stubbled, and hair line receeding.*

"Hey kid, wanna battle? I'll send you crying to the Pokemon Center! A girl like you probably has Nurse Joy on speed dial!"

*Daniella raised an eyebrow at his rather peculiar choice of insult, but accepted anyway.*

"Alright, 2v2 on the beach."

*He grunted in acceptence of the terms and walked further along the docks to the small stoney beach. Daniella couldn't help but notice the rather heavy steps of his left foot, making him seem rather off balance. She follwed after putting her sandles back on, now slapping the soles of her feet with every step. They stood opposite each other and did the traditional trainer stare down before any match. Daniella moved first, putting her hand by her ear and then apparently pulling out a pokeball from her ear. She showed him the pokeball held with her thumb and index finger and slid her other hand infront of it, then pulled it back to reveal two pokeballs instead of the one. She never passed up an opportunity to show off her "magic". The guy seemed more confused than impressed and slammed down two Pokeballs to the rounded stones revealing a Raichu and a Skarmory. Daniella smiled and then decided to start her true performance releasing her duet of Nidoking and Nidoqueen to the field. As soon as they materialised they hit the ground running doing a simultaneous tackle attack and taking the enemy completely by surprise without her even having to say anything. Their thick armour like body smacked into the rodent and the bird with the force of a truck. The man just stood there with no time to think, his pokemon skidding along the stones.*

"Bodyslam!"

*The super duo jumped, their daunting shadows looming over Raichu and Skarmory and now attacking with the aid of gravity. The battle was over before it had begun. Like a chess player, Daniella always planned 2 moves ahead of her opponent. This time an all out attack straight from the start had prooved the most useful method. Although arriving at this level of skill had not been easy, and no doubt putting that much power into her first strike had not gone without a price on her Pokemon's health. Her whole life within the AG had been dedicated to her training, and unlike others who had whole teams of Pokemon she had just the two who took her complete attention. The two powerhouse pokemon standing infront of their trainer was quite something to behold. A gentle girl in a pink floral dress with two monster Pokemon that were somehow all in sync... This was why she was chosen as the leader of the Guild over her sister.*

OOC. Just a big flashy entrance, don't worry they won't be able to take legendaries and stuff down like that, I'm not that stupid XP

[Dog of Hellsing]

And since you're in a strike giving mood *points to Ty's lack of location at top of post* Sorry ty, nothing against you, just trying to proove a point about rules and fairness XP

OOC: Don't worry, I thought I forgot something there. Anyways, I suppose it wouldn't do if I edited, huh? :oops:

~~~

NAME: ARUNEI SHADE
CODENAME: DRAGONSTORM
GOLDENROD, EAST OF GOLDENROD

IC: After a while of flying, we finally came to Johto. It wasn't too long of a flight, since the two continents were pretty close, but it still had taken about and hour and a half to get to Goldenrod. King landed by the Pokemon Center, causing a few Pidgey that were roosting on the roof to take to the air, giving startled cries as they flew off. I chuckled a bit as King watched them with a look of disdain.

"Alright, let's rest up for a while here. Return."

After recalling King, I put his PokeBall into my pocket and drew out another one. I released from it Eon, my Espeon. The purple cat-looking Pokemon was certainly the jumpiest of my team, but it was only because of her rough past. I knelt down and patted her head, speaking telepathically with her. It was always useful to not have to speak out loud when on a mission.

~Okay Eon, our mission is to go to central Kanto and see if we can find any connections to some deaths and disappearances that have been going on there. Our first stop is going to be Saffron, then we'll move from there. King is going to take us as soon as we rest here a while. When we get there, I want you to see if you can find anything, okay?~

~I'll do what I can, but why are we stopping here? King can take us the whole way without stopping.~

I grinned and nodded, standing.

~Indeed he can, but if we're being followed or watched, it might be suspicious for us to go all the way from Lavaridge in Hoenn to Saffron in Kanto without stopping. Better to be safe than sorry.~

~Oh, that does make sense. What are we going to do then, while we're here?~

I looked around and saw some people heading off to the east. I grinned and motioned towards them.

~They look like Trainers. Let's go see if hey are. We can do a bit of battling and pass the time.~

Eon nodded and the two of us followed the group of people. After we were a decet way from Goldenrod, the group stopped and two people seperated from the throng. I grinned a bit as they faced each other and drew a PokeBall. Before either could release their Pokemon, I made my way over to join them, grinning more.

"Hey, a battle. One on one huh? Isn't that kinda boring though?"

"What the...hey, get out of the way! What does it matter how we're battling?" one of the Trainers, a young man who looked around sixteen asked. I shrugged as the others muttered about my interrupting.

"Well, I was just thinking. See, my Pokemon could use a challenge, and most of the Trainers I fight these days don't hold a candle to us, so to speak. Maybe we could have a little battle, say, two on one? In fact, to make it fair, why don't any of you who wants to join just jump on in, and I'll only use two Pokemon. Sound fun?"

"You're crazy!" the other Trainer, who looked at least like he was thirty, snickered. "I can take all your Pokemon with just one of mine!"

"Well then, you won't object to my idea then, will you?" I grinned more and looked to the group. "Anyone else wanna join?"

Two more Trainers stepped forward, a young woman about my age, and another young man who looked about twenty. I grinned as the four Trainers moved to stand opposite of me, then pulled out a PokeBall. From it came Chime, my Flygon. She stretched her wings and gave a "Gooooooon" as she flicked her tail. The other Trainers smirked.

"A Flygon and an Espeon? You're going to go down, girl," the long female Trainer said. The others laughed and nodded in agreement as they let their Pokemon form their Balls. The young Trainer let out a Ursaring, the second oldest a Golem, and young woman a Scyther, and the older man a Steelix. I grinned a little: a decent challenge for Eon and Chime. I waved a hand.

"Okay, let's do this! Chime, Flamethrower that Steelix! Eon, use your Confusion on the other three!" I said, starting the battle.

"Goooooooon!" Chime cried, zooming into the air and soaring to the Steelix as Eon's eyes began to glow red. Suddenly, darkness surrounded the Golem, Ursaring, and Scyther, and a red energy engulfed them. After the red glow faded, the three Pokemon began to attack one another, much to the dismay and anger of their Trainers.

"Scyther, what are you doing? Get that Espeon!"

"Golem, quit Tackling that bear and roll that cat over!"

"Ursaring, stop it! You're attacking the wrong Pokemon!"

I laughed as I turned to watch Chime. She was flying around the Steelix, powering up a Flamethrower in her jaws as the Steelix watched her warily. Its Trainer smirked.

"Steelix, don't give it a chance to use that Flamethrower! Knock it out of the air with an Iron Tail!"

The Steelix roared and slashed at Chime with its tail glowing. I chuckled as she easily dodged under the attack and fired the Flamethrower right in the Steelix's face. The Steel Snake bellowed as it fell back from the blow. It quickly recovered though, and it Trainer gave a chuckle.

"It'll take more than that to take out my Steelix! Okay, use a Crunch attack!"

"Chime, use your Ice Beam on the ground, then fly away from it!" I called, turning back for a moment to see that the Scyther was shaking off the Confusion attack. "Eon, finish that Scyther before it regains its wits! Shadow Ball it!" Eon nodded and crouched as an orb of dark, gooey energy began to gather in front of her. With a flick of her tail, she fired it. The Scyther barely had time to blink before it was knocked into the Golem. It gave a sharp "Scy!" as it sunk to the ground. The confused Golem then turned on it and finished it with a strong Tackle, before turning to the Ursaring and using Rollout on it. It leapt high into the air, higher than a person would think a Pokemon of that weight could, and pulled its legs and head to its body. It hit the ground and shot forward, slamming into the Ursaring and knocking it flat. "Eon, use your Psychic on the one left standing or if they snap out of their confusion." She nodded and I waved to the horrified Trainers as they gaped at me, unable to believe that they were being defeated so easily. Then I looked back to where Chime was freezing the ground around the Steelix while it tried to hit her with a Crunch. However, it was too slow and missed every time. Its Trainer was beginning to look annoyed as I grinned.

"Well, this will be over faster than I thought..."

[Lord Celebi]

CERP Labs
Another delivery came. Tracks were being dragged from the Cargo-Copter into the Subway, and installed. Kagi had gone ahead with a can of red paint to the Snagem Hideout.

Tiantus named the Snagem Hideout CEP Labs, Cybernetic Enhancement Procedure Labs. Kagi planned to put a Giant H on the roof for Helicopters to land with supplies.

I was in my office, taking a nap while recharging my cybernetic parts. My commercial was on soon. Tomorrow, I would go to my meeting.

Tiantus was busy cleaning up CERP to begin Cybernetic Enhancement Research tomorrow.

Everything is as it should be.

*

“Hm… The Orre Colosseum is Close,” One of the diggers said. All 5 and Cody were digging to the Orre Colosseum. With them, they had a map of what to put in the Orre Colosseum and turn it into the C.i.B.ORG Colosseum.

They had a tracker, so a few Ciborg Helicopters could land with Cameras and Giant Screens.

A Dugtrio made a hole in the right wall. In the hole was what looked to be a preperation room. There were what looked to be rocks that could be risen with enough manpower. Cody then realized the mystery of the Orre Colosseum; It had been made by the Ancient Orreans. (OOC: I’m basing the look of the Orre Colosseum on the Colosseum of Rome. Rome had places under the Colosseum for preparation and Animal Storage… So it shouldn’t be a problem)

The grunts ordered the Dugtrio to make the hole bigger. Cody took out his Cell Phone and called Tiantus. “Tiantus! Kagi! We have hit the Colosseum, its amazing. I think it was build by the Ancient Orreans!”

“I don’t care,” Tiantus said, “The supplies are coming soon.”

“All right. We will need a ladder, we’re stuck underground, and there is a hole above the Rock Elevators. You have those Trainer Elevators like they use in those ‘Professional’ Arenas, right?” Cody asked.

“Yep.” Tiantus hung up his phone. Cody put his phone away

“All right, Supplies are coming soon!”

*

OOC: Word Count: 307

[Channel Delibird]

Leaving Lavaridge Town

The meeting over, Tarses had left the house about half an hour ago, letting Finch sort out his mess on his own. He didn't plan to use Hotspring Boulevard again, as was his regular policy, and he didn't need it again until the professor got back to it. He would find it empty, as they had agreed. It suited Tarses fine.

And now the task he'd set himself was to find Team Soul. Oddly enough, he wasn't sure where he was going. Perhaps that was why he'd convinced himself to take this job upon himself - he was trying to defeat the job that had left him stumped from the start. And god darn it, he was going to beat this thing.

Casting his mind back to when he'd first heard the announcement from Michael Trist live on TV that Team Soul were taking over the United World Order, Tarses realised that it could probably only have been broadcast from Saffron. After all, that was where the media tower was. If Team Soul did have some kind of headquarters there, they were more stupid than he'd thought, thought Tarses to himself. I'd never broadcast close to my hideout...wait, that was probably the idea. Not bad, Trist, not bad.

"Saffron City it is, then," he mused to himself, pressing the central button on one of his Ultra Balls, to release his oldest Pokemon, Delibird. He took hold of one of its feet and told it where to go, and the penguin Pokemon flapped up into the air. Tarses had always admired Delibird for its ability to carry him with it when it flew. Its strength was quite beyond any other bird he could name, and that was just in terms of flying. He was quite proud to have it, although he tried not to mention that to anyone.

Delibird squawked once and set off into the evening sky, carrying its quiet master with it.

[Neo Emolga]

NOTICE

Tony (Captain Charisma) has informed me personally that she has decided to resign from the War RP judge position. Just so everyone knows, the new judge for the War RP will be Kenny C, who will take over for week 2. With this said, I’d like to make the following points.


Tony has judged Week 1 and had posted the results in the War Statistics thread. However, Kenny will continue from Week 2.
Minimum word requirement for each post in the RP is set to 200.
All strikes have also been cleared. Also, just so everyone knows, everyone is allowed 3 strikes. Upon getting three strikes is the only time when points will be deducted. Still, try to avoid getting any strikes at all please…
Also, yes, location on the top of each post is required.

With that, I'd like to say thank you for your continued participation in the War RP.

[Kenny_C.002]

Team Soul Secret HQ, Barracks

Just was we were settling down to relax, the phone rang. It was from the squadron coordinator, named Yoland Theos. "Hello," I said as I picked up the phone.

"This is your squadron leader, Yoland Theos," the man on the other line answered back.

"Mr. Theos! What may I do for you?"

"I want you to investigate an incident at the Orre region. A massacre had taken place and we were framed to be the culprit."

"So you want us to go in, clean things up, and find out who had done this, correct?"

"Correct. However, we don't actually know what we're up against here, so we're sending you to Josh for whatever the anti-machine weapons we have."

"Anti-machine?"

"Well we don't know what we're up against. It's best to assume the worst."

"I understand sir. Is there any other squadron coming into Orre along with Dawn?"

"There are two more squadrons, of which they will be sent to other areas of Orre to investigate also, so you six would be alone."

"Alright sir."

"Head out as soon as possible. I want to see results."

"Yessir."

With that the phone cut off. The other members of the squadron were standing there around me, looking on with eagar eyes. "It's Theos. He wants us to head to Orre for some investigations, and a massacre clean up," I murmured.

And the six of us went to wherever Josh's lab was. And along the way, Relena was pulling my ear for not giving the phone to the Commanding Officer. Then again, it wasn't so bad, since she was pretty playful.

After tunnels and tunnels of walkways and other things that I did not even recognize. We made it to the front door of Josh's place. "How'd you guys do that?" I questioned.

"It's called a PDA," Jess replied as she flashed hers.

"Oh, so it's true then you ARE from the new ages!"

"Well old fogey, yes."

"Right. And what about Raphael?"

"He just memorized the floor plan, which is pretty crazy."

"But it's needed for hack work and such," Raphael interrupted.

Anyway, after another brief struggle with The rest of the group, and Umi who kept throwing me around the hallway because she was big enough to push the little guy around, we knocked and entered the room. I almost ran over Hilary (who was very short so that she could do all of those stealth missions), but after getting back up holding onto a strand of blonde hair, I got another pounding.

"....Hi, we're here for some anti-machine weapons, for the Orre mission," Relena spelt out. Her clear blue eyes seemed to glitter in the light, and matched very well with her blue hair colour. It was nice, since none of the other women there were huge eye candies (they were eye candies in their own right, like the mature traditional taste that Umi has...) now that Erin was gone.

OOC: Sorry Tyranitar_Trainer, rules are rules.

Tyranitar_Trainer - Puppeteers - 1 strike

[Lord Celebi]

CERP Labs
I awoke. My alarm went off. 5:24. My Commercial was on my TV. My computer said executing Program RecordWensite.exe. Good. My commercial finished and the computer stopped. My Website opened, and the commercial was there.

The News Anchor began to talk about my commercial and below her my site was listed, rustnuva.com. Good thing I put a few pop-up ads on my site, Heheheh.

I unplugged my limbs from my recharger and walked out of my office.

*

Cody and the 5 other grunts walked up the ladder and saw 3 Helicopters. 2 Were carrying Giant Screens. Cody Got a Cell Phone Call.

“We need both screens up. The Helicopters are in the place they need to be, just apply them,” The Grunt said.

The third Helicopters landed and Cody and the 5 Grunts carried a giant Hinge/Holder thingy up to the first helicopter, and bolted the screen on it. That helicopter landed with the other Hinge/Holder thingy.

*

I walked into Tiantus’s office. “How goes the fixing and cleaning?”

“Fine I suppose. I saw your commercial. It was very good. Are you ready for your meeting tomorrow.” Tiantus replied.

“Youbetcha!” I stated. I was quite excited, and nervous too. I didn’t know how many people would be there…

[Shen]

Dart Everancia
Brotherhood Of Steel
Saffron City: Room 319, Double Treeko Hotel

I stared at the TV bewildered at what Neo had just done. I couldn't believe it! Hoenn and the Orange Islands have parted with Michael Trist! Even as I thought this, I yelled out a big "Way ta go, Neo!" I jabbed my fist into the air, triumphantly hoping this wouldn't inspire Team Soul to create a large offensive.

This past couple of days have really been something. I got through my interview with flying colors, I go in for my first scientific know-how test, and I was doing really good in Team Soul's eyes. I found out from a message that Kyle had also gotten through his interview, and we had a meeting scheduled in an hour. Except now, he was called JT. I didn't ask what that stood for...yet. I sent him a message with my new name, and that I knew about the interview. I also asked if he found anything interesting about Team Soul's plans as of yet. I still haven't gotten a response from him. I didn't worry, as I only sent that message earlier today.

I was coming out of the bathroom, having taken a shower and gotten dressed, when a commercial (It seemed to be one, at least) on the TV caught my eye. What looked like a robot with human parts was introducing himself and telling the world that Team Soul was a power-hungry tyranical threat that had attacked a group of protestors with a robot earlier today; or maybe it was sometime earlier. At this part, I became interested in this being. The commercial didn't last long, but it was preety powerful. The being (was it male or female?) identified itself as rust Nuva, and had asked the nation to attend a meeting tommorow. I was to far into trying to decide if the robot/human was male or female that I didn't hear where the meeting was.

I just knew that Neo was dispersing a crack team of trained officials to attend this meeting at that moment. No wonder he was the leader! He always seemed prepared for just about anything.

Well, I thought, I guess it's about time I headed over to JT's and get this meeting over with. I put my PDA in my back pocket and headed out the door. According to JT's message, he was over in the Saffron Hotel. I locked the door behind me, careful to take my key with me, and left to JT's hotel.

Saffron City: Room 918, Saffron Hotel

I stood in front of JT's door about 30 minutes later. Man, this city is just too big! I almost couldn't find the place without asking a resident! I sighed with anticipation of the meeting, wondering about the nature of such a meeting. We're all a bunch of first-time spies, and we're doing fine so far. We haven't really been caught, as far as I know, and it didn't look as though anybody was on to us.

I regained my composure, and knocked on the door.

[Finch]

13, Hotspring Boulevard
Lavaridge Town, Hoenn

After the meeting had adjourned, and after Finch had got a pane of glass for the window from a place he knew of in Lavaridge and fitted it (much to his dislike) with the help of his pokemon, the Puppeteers went their separate ways in order to embark upon their missions. Finch, of course, was to do exactly what the Master Puppeteer had told him during their brief first meeting.

"You are to infiltrate the Central Intelligence of Bionics Organisation and keep their focus on others, such as Team Soul."

Of course, for this, he would need to devise a cover. The cover he had decided upon was that of a fake aide to a fake professor, one who had secret research on grass pokemon cybernetics experiments that would be very useful to his target audience. Of course, he would need to cram as much cybernetics research as possible into his own head in order to make this cover believable, and would require to go under an artificial name. He chose the name of his deceased father, Leo, and his mother’s maiden name, Budoka.

So, with this cover in mind, Leo Budoka set off to research the information that he would need in order to infiltrate the C.i.B.ORG ranks. Of course, when he opened his home page on a computer in an internet café in Mauville city, he wasn't hesitant to bash "cybernetics" into his search engine. His objective, once he had obtained enough knowledge to fake his way into the team's headquarters, would be to actually find out where they were located...

[Lord Celebi]

OOC: Finch... We haven't told anyone about CERP Labs yet, nor does anyone know about Ciborg taking over The Shadow Pokemon Lab. We haven't told any press yet, and we don't plan to.

CERP Labs
Above, many more planes than normal passed above CERP. People are coming to my meeting! Tiantus was busy planning. I was outside, exercising what was left of me, preparing for my meeting. Many, many people would be at the Orre Hotel. I need to get my propaganda through that they believe it.

Cody has taken the Orre Colosseum for Ciborg. I can’t wait to use it.

Kagi’s been fixing CEP Labs. Nothing much has happened.

*

“Phenac, Mt. Battle, and Agate will make good power sources, and Labs to research new ways of Power,” Tiantus marked on a map. He was planning what to do with Orre once everyone was dead, “My map will be complete soon… We just need a weapons installation.”

*

Cody had been fixing the Orre Colosseum for a couple hours now. Cameras had been set up to show what was happening on the 2 Giant Screens. A Box had already been installed, and some grunts were working on preparing it for the big boss, Mako Kronos. rust had briefed Cody on having Mako come to Orre to see the fine job they’ve done on taking over. He was hoping for a promotion.

Inside the box was 7 Chairs, with 1 being the most prominent. There was a Widescreen TV hooked up to the Cameras in the box so others could see if they didn’t get a clear view. A Glass window had been put up, and a plush carpet had been rolled. Paint was coming in tomorrow, and Mako’s Box would be finished.

There was a way to the box from the Underground that Cody hadn’t noticed, but didn’t tell, in fear of reprimanding.

*

“Well, I make a Giant H on top of CEP. Now, I just wait for a helicopter. I already called Ciborg HQ to get one with Supplies,” Kagi said to himself.
-

OOC: I will be posting the meeting tomorrow (The 17th) at 4:00 C. I'm gonna be swamped with stuff on Saturday, and cannot possibly make it to PE2K.

[JohtoTrainer]

Kyle Ward
Saffron City Hotel
Brotherhood of Steel

Kyle walked in the lobby of the hotle and gave a little wave to the receptionist, she waved back, smiled, and said, "Wait! Aren't you JT?"

"Um, yes ma'am I am." Kyle said with shifty eyes.

"Package for you," she said reaching down under the desk and pulling out a yellow envelope.

"Electric Bill? Oh, come on...Electric Bill!? Gah." Kyle said to himself.

Getting into the Saffron Hotel for a Team Soul member was rather easy, but you have to pay for electricity, water, and what not, sort of like an apartment.

Kyle felt the envelope and felt something hard inside, he then muttered to himself, "This isn't an electric bill? Is it?"

Kyle walked to the elevator and pushed his correct floor number. He leaned back against the wall of the elevator just like he always does, his legs start to hurt when he stands still just for like 5 seconds, so he leans against stuff.

The elevator was old, and it was acting funny but it didn't worry Kyle it happened a lot. It stopped twice on its way up to his floor, but he finally got up there. He walked down the long hall way with pictures of all the former UWO Leaders and what not.

He could hear screaming in certain rooms, newly weds fighting, how sad. They didn't even know what they were getting into. he saw papers laying out in front of doors waiting for the rooms residents to come out and pick them up, take them out and read them.

He felt the middle of the envelope again, knowing that Commander Winterfield had sent him something important. He hoped he hadn't broke it by squeezing and touching it.

"Well, it doesn't have fragile on the envelope so, I guess I didn't break it." Kyle muttered as he tucked the envelope under his arm.

He walked to his room, thinking that he would find a newspaper in front of his door. But that's not what he found, he found a BOS team member, Dart, standing at his door knocking and knocking. Kyle snuck behind him and grabbed the back of his shoulder, and yelled, "BOO!"

Dart jumped.

"Hey, dude, I think our Commander sent us something really important," Kyle said as he held up the package to Dart's face.

Kyle opened the door walked in and said, 'Come on in Dart."

[paperfairy]

NAME: JUSTIN
CODENAME: PAPERFAIRY
TEAM: DARK ANGEL RENEGADE KNIGHTS
LOCATION: DARK ANGEL RENEGADE KNIGHTS SUB BASE. UNDERGROUND VICTORY ROAD, EVER GRANDE CITY, HOENN

“Good Afternoon Josey. How are ya?” said Justin.

Justin walked towards a woman about five and a half feet in stature. She had a hairnet with covered extensive brown hair, and a colorless apron that reached down towards her ankles. She had turquoise colored gloves, and a small metal chain could be seen on her right wrist. The chain had a single charm hooked onto it. It was a pink heart, with miniature white wings. She stood behind a counter, with several trays of food on top of it. The trays were covered by a glass safeguard. In front of the glass was a long metal bar, with three dips in it, used to transport trays from one end to another. Justin held one of these trays in his hand. It was rectangular in shape, and was colored an unexciting red.

“Oh, I’m doing well. So, are you having the usual?” she questioned perkily.

“Oh yes thank you.” He answered.

Josey reached into one of the trays, and picked up a metal pair of tongs. Using them, she picked up a two golden brown chicken legs. Using her other hand, she grabbed a black plastic plate which was split into three sections. She dropped the poultry into the largest section of tray, and placed the tongs back into the tray. Josey then picked up a silver ladle, and scooped a rather large helping of mashed potatoes onto the second largest section on the plate.

“Gravy Justin?” she queried.

“No thanks Josey. I’ve had enough fat already today. Those pancakes were pretty good…” he answered, he voice appearing to trail off.

She dropped the second utensil, and picked up a third one, a large silver spoon. Using it, she picked up a portion of a fruit salad. The mixture contained strawberries, green apple slices, and pineapple chunks. She dumped it onto the plate, and handed it to Justin, who placed it onto his tray.

“Domo Artigato.” Justin said. And with that, he walked off, and gave small wave to the cafeteria lady.

While walking out of the kitchen, Justin stopped and turned to a large soda machine. On it were several flashing buttons. Justin pushed the one the top and the machine began to rumble. It spit out a can of soda, labeled “Seviper-Cola”. On the blue can, was a picture of Seviper, wrapped around the can. Justin picked it up, and placed it onto the tray. He continued walking forwards and grabbed a plastic fork from a small container. He placed that onto his tray as well, and continued walking into the dining room.

“Justin! Over here!” shouted a voice. Justin heard a familiar voice, and looked to find the source. He found the source while looking towards the right side of the room. It was his friend, Bruce.

Bruce has a good build, and was quite tall. He was sixteen years of age. When standing, Bruce was about six feet tall. He had short blond hair, and green eyes. He was wearing a black shirt with text on it, the text read, “Don’t Drink and Park, Accidents Cause People”. He had a pair of black jeans to match the shirt. Nothing was on the plate in front of him except for a can of Zangoose Juice. This can was red, and had a design of a Zangoose on it. In his hands, Bruce was holding a device similar to Justin’s. In fact, it was the same in all but one way, because they were designed by the same person, Justin himself. The only difference was the color was black, and words engraved into it read,

Dark Angel Renegade Knights

Macho Man

“Hey Bruce.” said Justin. What’s up?” asked Justin while opening his soda. He took a small bite of chicken, and lifted the can to his mouth, swallowing some of the blue liquid.

Bruce continued to stare into the computer, and finally responded with, “Nothing much. Michael Trist just took over the world, but otherwise nothing.

Upon hearing this, Justin nearly spit out his soda on the table. He forced the drink down his throat, despite the bubbles that tickled his throat intensely.
“Come again?” Justin exclaimed, hoping he had heard wrong.

“You heard me. I’ll transfer the video to your DS.” Bruce replied

“Thanks.” Answered Justin, worried about what he going to see.

Immediately, Bruce tapped the screen with a gray stylus, and tapped a few more times. While he was transmitting the data, Justin took out his DS, and opened it up. The screen displayed the following message:

“Would you like to receive data from Bruce?”

Justin, using his stylus, tapped a big red yes on the screen. A bar showed up, showing how much of the download was completed. It quickly filled up to one hundred percent. Upon doing this, the screen then displayed the words,

“Virus check, commencing”

Like before, another bar popped up, quickly reaching the opposite end. Afterwards, Justin tapped the screen with the stylus a few more times, and the video began to play.

The screen showed a man 5 feet, nine inches in height. He had short black hair, and brown eyes, both shielded by a pair of glasses. The man stood behind large brown podium, with several microphones attached to it. He began to speak.


“Citizens of The United World Order, I am Dr. Trist. You know me as the leader of Team Soul and as a friend to all walks of life. I come to you now, as a friend, because right now in this world of confusion, we need friends.

As we all know, the death of President Ryan Elite and the disappearance of the council members has greatly shaken up the government in which we depend on. Our civil services, while still strong and determined, have no leadership to turn to and thus have become weak in the face of corruption and crime.

So far, the investigations into President Elite’s murder have fallen short of finding any answers. The reason for his assassination is still theoretical and unknown. Even worse, the trails of the council members are becoming thin and no one knows where they are. In light of recent actions, we must consider them to be lost. However, even though they may be lost, we are not.

Friends, it is time we take a stand for the good of our world. Even though President Elite is dead, that does not mean his dreams of unity and peace have also died. We will always honor his name, his memories, and his deeds; but we must also honor his wishes. Ryan would want us to move forward from this tragedy and to continue our united quest to not only cooperate in this world, but to reach the stars of other worlds.

I want to help us achieve these goals. Team Soul and I have declared that we will work so that tomorrow is a bright future. You know us as people of peace and of improvement. You know that we can be trusted. We have constructed your hospitals, healed your sick, fed your poor, and protected your children. Now, we come to protect our noble nation from descending into a darkness that can never be lifted. I ask you to trust us, to trust me.

From this point forward, Team Soul will be taking control of the government of The United World Order, until the rightful leaders of the nation can be found and reinstated.

We do not wish to completely take over the democracy that we love dearly. Rather, we are here to temporarily manage the affairs of our world so that chaos will be eliminated and life will be saved. Under our guidance, the world will return to the prosperity it once new. We will recover what we have lost.

Together, we can work towards the rainbow of light that shines just beyond this minor storm. There is nothing we can’t do if we work together as one group, one power, one nation. I, Michael Trist, promise you that we can overcome this darkness.

For Ryan, For Freedom, and For Unity; let us save this world.”

The video stopped playing, and the screen went back to the main menu.
Justin sat in silence for a few moments, thinking about what had just been said. He was attempting to process the fact that in a 2 minute speech, Michael Trist had taken over the world.

“So… what do you think?” asked Bruce.

“Well.”Justin began.

Before Justin could open his mouth to say another word, he began laughing uncontrollably. He completely fell out his chair, rolling in a small space on the floor. He managed to open his eyes, only to see several other D.A.R.K. members looking at him. Justin slowly regained control, and sat back in his chair.

“Oh…. That was good… Does he HONESTLY think this will work? I can just SEE half the regions beginning to rebel! This won’t make things better… It’ll cause chaos! This world as just become a dictatorship! What happened to the democracy?”

“According to this map,” Bruce began while looking at his DS, “Hoenn, the Orange Islands have completely broken off from the UWO, and parts of Orre have already revolted.”

“Who’s behind all this?”

“Brotherhood Of Steel is what I’ve heard. They’re not big fans of Soul.”

Justin took another bite of his chicken and said, “Good. Neither are we. It’s time to pay the Brotherhood a visit.”

“What for?” asked Bruce, finally looking up.

“We’re going to join the Brotherhood of Steel.” Said Justin. He quickly shoved the remainder of the food in his mouth, and stood up.

“I’m sorta confused… but I’ll just follow you…” replied Bruce, looking as if Justin spoke another language.

After picking up his tray and Seviper-Cola, Justin walked to one end of the room, and quickly dumped his plate in the trash. He held onto his soda and walked through the door in front. Bruce was close behind.

POST CONTINUED

[paperfairy]

The two continued to walk through the silver hallway, in which the walls were so shiny, a mirror image could effortlessly be seen. The floors were made up of dark blue tiles, which were also polished well. As Commander of the Sub-base, he made sure the janitors kept it clean. After all, they were getting paid more than 10 times the amount of normal janitorial pay. After walking through a series of turns, and long hallways, Justin came to a stop. The pair stood in front of a door that read, “Transport”. There were four slots in the wall, simply for card keys.

Justin reached into his long coat, and pulled out the four necessary cards. Each card was purple, and had a bar code on the side. There was a red letter on each of them, and they spelled out DARK. Justin swiftly slid these cards through the designated slots, and the door in front of them immediately slid open.

The room was quite large, but not much was in it. All that could be seen were brick walls, and a dirt floor. In the middle of the room was a body of water, which lead into the sea. In the water were thirty different submarines, floating up and down, ready to be used. Each one of them resembled a Pokémon making it easier to disguise them.

“Let’s take the Gyarados Sub.” said Bruce.

“Sure, why not.” replied Justin. “It couldn’t hurt.”

They both carefully stepped onto the submarine, and Justin immediately began to search for a small blue button. He found it next to the fin, and immediately stepped on it. A large section of the submarine began to sink into the sub itself, allowing Bruce and Justin to get inside. They hopped inside.

Within of the machine was quite lengthy, and had a cerulean interior. In the front were two seats, which were quite large, and covered into leather. Above the seats was a screen, used to display important information. Beyond the seats, was a large dashboard, with hundreds of buttons. There were also two wheels attached to the board, used for steering the submarine. Going farther down, two doors were seen in the sub, which held a toilet and sink. Above the doors were medium sized mattresses, incase one of the members got a bit sleepy. The design, built by Bruce himself was quite elaborate. The two proceeded to the front of the sub and sat in the two seats.

The moment the two sat down, the screen above them displayed a prompt and said in a monotone voice:

Identification Code Required

Upon hearing this, Bruce replied with “Barney is the ultimate.” Justin proceeded to say. “Oops, I dropped my balls.”

The computer stalled for a moment and then said,

“Welcome Bruce and Justin. Destination please.”

“So… where ARE we going?” asked Bruce in a confused tone.

“We’re going to Ultima City. Got to get permission from Sophie first.” Replied Justin.

“We’ve gotta get permission from boss to join another team? You’re not making any sense.”

“Okay, here’s the plan. After negotiating with the Brotherhood of Steel, we will be allowed to use their name, keeping DARK a secret. We will go to the Orre region, and like the BOS, break yet another region off from the world. Trist and his buddies will have no power whatsoever. Just gotta make the boss says its okay to go through with this.”

“Why didn’t you explain it before?”

“I didn’t have it all planned out yet.”

Justin pushed a single red button on the dashboard. It read UC. The computer made a few noises and then replied with “Destination, Ultima City.” The engine of the machine began to sputter, and the two were off. The submarine maintained a speed of 60 miles per hour, riding smoothly. Everything was going perfectly.

“I’m bored stiff… how about a Pokémon battle?” queried Justin, looking enthusiastic.

“On this tiny ship? Are you NUTS?” replied Bruce with a displeased tone.

“I meant on the DS silly.”

“Heh… I knew that.”

The pair both pulled out the purple devices, and turned them on. After a few taps with the stylus, the screen read, Pokémon Battle Simulator. They both selected their teams, and were ready for battle.

“How about 3 on 3?” asked Bruce.

“Fine by me.” Replied Justin.

“Death match Style?”

“You’re on.”

(Death match style simply means that if one Pokémon faints, that trainer loses)

Upon saying this, the battle began. On Justin’s side of the field, a turquoise colored dinosaur like Pokémon appeared. It had a large red flower on its back, and stood on all fours. It cried “Saur!” On the other side, was what appeared to be a chicken on steroids. It had fire blazing from both its wrists and ankles. It had what appeared to long flat wings attached to its head, but they are actually hair. Immediately, it charged Venusaur, while incasing its right fist in fire. Before it reached Venusaur, a vine came out of Venusaur’s back, and tripped the Blaziken. It fell straight on its face, but got right back up. As it stood up, Blaziken was greeted by a cloud of white spores. The spores surrounded Blaziken, and suddenly, the “chicken’s” eyelids began quite heavy. It couldn’t fight back, and fell onto the floor, fast asleep.

Blaziken was quickly recalled into its Poke Ball, and replaced by a metal like bird. It had a sharp beak, and razor-like wings. On one side of its wings, it was a shiny silver color, while the reverse side was all red. Immedately, Venusaur was also replaced by a rock like bird. It had a large wings, and a crazed look on its face. It ‘s tail was pointed on one end. Both birds took to the skies. Aerodactyl charged Skarmory, while charging a beam in its mouth. Skarmory flew the right, doging the charge. However, the ancient bird quickly turned its head, and fired the beam at Skarmory. The bird was hit in the left wing, but didn’t appear to be phased. Skarmory retaliated by firing spikes out of its wings at Aerodactyl. Each one of them made contact with the rock Pokémon. Unfortunately, the spikes managed to pierce the tips of Aerodactyl wings, making it unable to fly.

A red light consumed Aerodactyl, and pulled it back into its Pokeball. In its place, a pink figure was sent out. It was quite fat, and an egg in a pouch on it’s stomach. It’s arms were quite stubby. Skarmory began to dive at Blissey, and it suddenly disappeared. It appeared behind the pink Pokémon, and slashed with both its wings. Right before Skarmory made conact, Blissey was quickly surrounded by a veil of red light. Skarmory made contact, and Blissey was sent flying, landing on its rear, Blissey was barely able to get up, and finally stood on its feet. On the other side of the field, Skarmory laid on the floor, knocked out cold. The battle was over.

As the two companions set away their devices, Bruce asked “How’d you do that? What was that red stuff?”

“I used Counter.” said Justin, smiling. “What was that when Skarmory disappeared?”

“It had used Aerial Ace.” replied Bruce.

The two fell silent, and continued to relax, until the boat began to rock viciously.

“What the hell?” asked Bruce, looking confused.

The submarine began to shake again and the source was finally revealed. A long slender dragon like snake swam in front of the submarine. It looked really pissed.

“Justin? Why is a Gyarados attacking us? To it, we are just another Gyarados.” asked Bruce.

“Exactly. It thinks we’re a Gyarados, and I guess it wants to fight. We’ll give it just that. Fire a lightning missile.”

As Bruce began pushing a few buttons, the Gyarados began to wrap itself around the submarine. It began to squeeze, slowly crushing the sub.

“Bruce! Try a force field! Missiles won’t work!”

“I’m trying! Send out a Pokémon to slow it down!” replied Bruce, furiously pushing buttons on the dashboard.

Justin ripped a ball out of his jacket, and placed it into a capsule near his right arm. The capsule was already in a small, drawer like tube. Justin pushed it in, and slammed his fist on yellow button that read Launch. Immediately, the red and white sphere was shot of the vessel, and into the sea. Starmie appeared from the ball, and immediately got to work. It was surrounded in a blue aura, and began focusing on the Gyarados. Against its will, Gyarados began to loosen its grip on the ship.

“Here we go! Force field on!” yelled Bruce. It tapped a button a dashboard. The outside of the sub was covered in yellow shield. Electricity was surging through it, immediately making contact with Gyarados. It roared in pain, and quickly fled to the bottom of the sea.

“Never take the Gyarados sub.” Justin said, breathing heavily.

“Sure thing buddy….” replied Bruce.

Soon after, the computer displayed a message:

ULTIMA CITY HAS BEEN REACHED

“About time.” replied an aggravated Justin.

[Lord Celebi]

OOC: Why's everyone going to Orre now... I'm trying to run a political mission... And I plan killing everyone in Orre one way or another...

IC:CERP Labs
The clock struck 8. Time to go… The meeting’s in a few hours. A Ciborg Grunt was taking me by Helicopter to the Under Entrance outside of Pyrite. Soon… I boarded the Helicopter and it took off.

*

“If we bulldoze Pyrite and turn it into an Airport, and make an aircraft and weapons research facility in the Under, I think we’re done.” Tiantus said. Tiantus pulled the map up into its canister. He then locked the map and put it under his desk. Soon… Tiantus thought.

*
C.i.B.ORG Colosseum
Cody was almost done with Ciborg Colosseum. The cameras were in place, Giant screens up, Box up, and the snack machines had been delivered. All that was left to wait for were rabid Pokemon to kill with.

*
CEP Labs
Kagi had been waiting at CEP Labs for the Shipment. It came about an hour ago. Kagi eagerly unloaded and began working with 5 other grunts who were in the Helicopter. Kagi became quite excited when Cybernetic parts came. Another grunt had an Oddish, chained up.

“What should I do with the Test Subject?”

“Lock him up in any room. I need to go claim myself an office,” Kagi instructed. Kagi went down the stairs to claim Gonzap’s former office.

[Dog of Hellsing]

NAME: ARUNEI SHADE
CODENAME: DRAGONSTORM
EAST OF GOLDENROD, GOLDENROD

I grinned a bit as the fading light of the setting sun glinted off the Steelix's shiny body and sparkled on the frozen ground around it. Every time it tried to move now, it would begin to slip and slide on the smooth ice and topple over with a terrific crash. I laughed as I looked at its Trainer, who was looking livid. I couldn't believe how stupid he was being.

As the Steel Snake pulled itself upright for the umpteenth time, I could see that it wanted to go below ground. Of course, it wouldn't until its Trainer said to, which I had decided wouldn't be any time soon. I was quickly getting bored with the battle and the low level of this guy. I waved a hand to Chime, who was circling lazily over the Steelix's head, taunting it by being just out of reach of any of its attacks.

"Okay Chime, let's finish this. Use your Flamethrower attack again, full power!"

Chime nodded her head and gave a "Flyyyyyyyy!" as she did a neat little flip, then opened her jaws and fired a giant stream of fire at the Steelix. The Pokemon was enveloped by the attack, and his Trainer gave a cry of despair as a groundshaking BOOM sounded out. A huge cloud of dust kicked up and swirled around, obscuring my vision of the battlers for a moment. As the cloud of dust and smoke settled, I could see the Steelix lying on the ground, stretched out as it twitched. It tried to rise for a moment, then gave a grunt and fell stilll. Its Trainer was giving me a dumfounded look as Chime landed by me, preening a wing and twitching her tail in a prissy way. I chuckled and patted her side, flashing the Steelix Trainer a victory sign as I turned to where the Golem stood.

The large Rock Pokemon was looking around, huffing and grunting loudly as its Trainer moaned.

"Come on Golem! Just get that stupid Espeon!"

I chuckled again. The Trainers of the Scyther and Ursaring had recalled their fainted Pokemon and had rejoined the group, sulking over their defeat. The members of said group were watching, silent, as I waved at the Golem, who was beginning to stomp and bellow as it shook its head, trying to shake off the confusion clinging to it.

"Recall your Pokemon, this battle is over."

I called Eon over and patted her head, grinning, before I recalled her. The Golem Trainer narrowed his eyes, looking furious.

"This isn't over! Golem, come on, take out that Flygon then!"

I sighed and looked at Chime, who flitted her wings and kicked up a nice little tune. Then she fired an Ice Beam, freezing the Golem's legs to the ground. The Pokemon gave a startled grunt and started to thrash about, trying to free itself. Its Trainer gave an angry growl as I recalled Chime.

"You should all train a bit more."

I then walked off back to Goldenrod, passing the group and grinning at them all as I walked by them. I ignored the Golem Trainer's angry calls as he tried to get me to come back, stuffing my hands into the pockets of my trenchcoat.

"Meh, waste of time. I was hoping to get some decent training in. Oh well, I guess I'll stop by the Pokemon Center for a while and get Chime and Eon rested up, then head off."

A few moments later I arrived at the Goldenrod Pokemon Center. I entered and walked over to the counter, handing Eon and Chime's PokeBalls to Nurse Joy. Afterwards, I headed to a chair and sat down, waiting. A few minutes passed, and then a Blissey approached me with a tray. I took Eon and Chime's PokeBalls from it and stood, putting them in my pocket.

"Thanks."

"Blissey!"

The round, pink Pokemon turned and merrily went off to see to a Raticate who had something stuck to its large fangs as I turned, leaving the Pokemon Center and digging King's PokeBall from my pocket. I called him out and he stretched his wings, grumbling. He gave me a somewhat irked look and I grinned, hopping onto his back.

"I know, I'm sorry I took so long. Come on then, let's get moving. Off to Saffron!"

I pumped a fist into the air and laughed as King rolled his eyes and took to the air, spiraling higher and higher before turning and flying off towards Kanto.

[Finch]

OOC: Apologies, rust, I've edited my post now. Of course, for my mission I will need to learn of the whereabouts of your HQ. Is this a public fact, or will it be invisible to the naked eye or something :oops:

[Lord Celebi]

OOC: Apologies, rust, I've edited my post now. Of course, for my mission I will need to learn of the whereabouts of your HQ. Is this a public fact, or will it be invisible to the naked eye or something :oops:
OOC: Our HQ is Publicly known... Its in Celadon City...
Time for The Meeting!

IC:
The Under
About 5 Minutes ago, a took a trip down the elevator. I was in the PokeCenter, preparing for my speech. The people in the center all gave me supportive looks. I waved. Someone wanted an autograph. Too bad I’m going to kill you all…

I walked across the bridge and to the right into the Orre Hotel. I went to the meeting room. It was crowded. Everyone stared at me. I walked up to the Podium on the stage and began to talk.

“Ladies, Gentlemen, Children, Spies, Assassins from Team Soul,” Half the audience started to laugh. The other half didn’t get it, “I thank you for coming here and trying to improve all lives. Now, I’m sure you’re wondering why I have Cybernetic Limbs, right? When I was little, I got into a car crash. I was only 14. I lost my parents and my limbs. A few years ago, Mako Kronos, one of my Childhood Friends and leader of C.i.B.ORG approached me and told me about breakthrough technology developed by Ciborg. These Cybermetic limbs were made made out of a metal 10x times stronger that Cybernex’s limbs. They can also lift about 10x their own weight. Ciborg saved my life.

Now, onto business. Team Soul is evil. Period. Mako Kronos confirmed to me two days ago they captured the robot that attacked the protesters and found that the robot was built out of parts made by Team Soul and UWO Contractors. The program was extremely sloppy and confirmed it was written at a Team Soul Base.

C.i.B.ORG is onto Team Soul. It is obvious Team Soul is after Orre now, with me speaking against them. More robots may attack. Just be prepared in the next few weeks,” I finished, “I will take questions now.”

“If you have such connections with Ciborg, will you tell us what operation AUGMENT and TRILOBYTE are?” A reporter raised her hand and asked.

“I am AUGMENT basically. AUGMENT was started to pull in some more income into C.i.B.ORG. C.i.B.ORG is going to start selling Cybernetic Limbs to hospitals to compete with Cybernex, the current world leader in Cybernetic and Robotic Parts distribution. Cybernex just so happens to be a UWO contractor too,” I told. The Cybernex part was truth, but Ha, honestly… “TRILOBYTE is a secret that will be revealed at the Cybernetics Expo in Johto next year.” The Cybernetics Expo is held every 4 years in Goldenrod City. Great place to ‘Reveal’ TRILOBYTE. “If there are no more questions, I will go now. I will be holding another meeting here exactly 1 week from now at 7:00.”

I started to walk off the podium and out of the Orre Hotel towards my Helicopter.

[Finch]

Internet Cafe, Mauville City

Unusually wide-eyed, Finch took in every little bit of information on grass pokemon nature as he could, as well as cybernetics. It seemed that scientists were currently researching the power of the solarbeam, which with enough cybernetic enhancements could become somewhat of a weapon of mass destruction. This power, of course, would be sought after by every power hungry organisation on the planet, as well as every organisation planning to keep the peace.

Haha… Perfect… I’ll just tell them the professor wants to talk about his research into the solarbeam, and then those C.i.B.ORG numbskulls will be falling all over me.

Another thing stood out on the page he was studying. There was a list of cybernetics laboratories and their addresses at the bottom, and one of these caught his eye.

Central Intelligence of Bionics Organisation (C.i.B.ORG) Headquarters
Celadon City

Of course, Finch couldn’t believe his luck, having killed two birds with one stone. And what’s more, he did this all in the comfort of a cosy little swivel chair, barely even lifting a finger! Puppeteer life was sweet, he thought. So, with the alias of Leo Budoka, personal aide to "Professor Jason Flint", the ambitious young trainer set off to Slateport once again in order to carry out his first real mission, this time taking advantage of having no time limit. He let Scizor out to walk beside him as he made his way south, to cycling road. He’d just have to borrow another bike on the way. He glanced across at his bug-like companion, a glint in his eye.

"You know what to do."

[Marill]

Ruins of Alph

Frantically, Chad knew of what possibility that this element could possess, as it may be that of the very own legendary Zineshale. Panicky yet calm, Chad unbuttoned the brown mesh bag his suit had hung over its back, as he carefully placed it upon the moist ground. There was a great deal of items in this small container, staying true to the axiomatic truth that most archeologists try to fit as many things in a small space as well.

Within the confines of the bag, Chad sorted together five black mechanical parts all that seemed to comprise a machine of some sort. He carefully placed the base part, then the two cylinder-shaped parts atop the base, one rod with a laser upon the tip, and finally a small black box with a green light and a red light indicator upon it. Chad reviewed the set up, made sure it was in tact, and then carefully turned on the apparatus.

Before he started to perform the procedure at hand, Chad contacted his teammate, Marth, and told him to be on the look out for anything peculiar about to happen. In addition, he also informed Marth to stay calm if any minor explosions, loud noises or smoke came his way, as it would all be apart of Chad’s desired plan. Noting that he was ready, Marth then signed off and was prepared to help Chad by any-means possible. With Blaziken on guard, Marth knew he could help defend and protect his teammate.

Upon finishing the conversation, Chad observed device once more. It was a geological appliance, one that Team Soul had created for various uses in missions beforehand. If one were to find a single shaving, piece or chip of an element, the appliance would locate other fragments in the area as well. With that in mind, Chad placed one piece of the supposed Zineshale on the ground, and then focused the red laser beam upon it. Chad chuckled when the machine said “Scanning... please do not interrupt process,” as it was Chad’s own voice Team Soul had implemented into the contraption.

“Analyzing and interpreting data.”

“Testing complete. Begin searching.”

Chad signaled for his Quilava to come closer, so that he may see the cave. Marill, enjoying the investigating, hopped up on Chad’s shoulders, watching his every move. Chad grasped the machine firmly with both hands, and allowed for the laser beam to move in every direction. So far, the light atop the Indication Box was still red. Occassionally, it would flicker to green, however it was result of the miniature pieces of Zinehsale Chad had found before.

At least fifteen minutes had past, and Chad was growing impatient. The corridor of the cave that he was in wasn’t big, and it only served as an entrance into the mysterious trainer’s room he had been in earlier. There was no more reason to go back into there; he had seen all what there was to see. Curious, Chad had wondered if any piece was nearby the subterranean lake. Moving towards the lake, Chad looked around the boulders that greeted the body of water, and stopped to see what could possibly be around. The laser beam focused itself, the light of the green button blinked on and surprisingly stayed on.

Again elated, Chad searched around the rocks, wondering if this could be the one piece he needed. He sat his contraption down, and began searching through every rock in his way. Then, Chad attempted to move the one boulder that sat beside the wall of the cave, to see if it was hiding something of its own. “Cha-ching, we have a winner!” The boulder harbored another trap door into another section of the cave, just like the indention deeper in the cave had done before.

Quilava’s light protruded through the darkness, shining upon a pedestal in the small room he and Chad had just entered. As if an ancient civilization or something set it up, Chad noticed how small the room was. There was nothing to take away from the object’s splendor that laid on the stand. On the platform rested a shining chunk of something, which seemed to be in sort of a diamond shape. Dashing to it, Chad saw it and almost broke into tears. He thanked Quilava for being so good, recalled him and then started going for one of the most serene beauties he had ever seen. As soon as Chad put his hands on the large crystal and removed it, a thundering noise occured above head. Chad realized what was happening and signaled in to Marth. “Ack! The cave is falling in! Marth... RUN!”

With Marill on his shoulders Chad frantically tried to find a plan of action. “What do I do?!” It seemed earthquakes were happening both overhead and on the ground, yet Chad’s concentration was not broken because of these happenings. He pointed to the ceiling, and commanded that Marill emit a beam of water through, for two reasons. One, anything that fell would only be mud. Secondly, it would fit into his plan as an escape route.

Chad dashed towards the side of the room, where a sturdy and thick vine crawled its way to ground-level. Chad unzipped a section of his suit, placed the crystal in it, and carefully zipped it back up. Then, Chad mounted the vine, and looked up for what seemed to be fifteen feet. Climbing up, up, and up, Chad didn’t want to think what was downwards, just what laid upwards: earth. Home, sweet home.

Chad scaled the vine, and finally reached the top. A small hole created by Marill’s blast earlier allowed for Marill to crawl out of the room, and then step out of the way. By doing so, he enabled himself to create more water-blasts, so that the hole would be bigger and his trainer could make it out faster. Chad finally surfaced, and looked around. He didn’t want to stay at the Ruins for much longer, as he didn’t know what else could happen.

Therefore, Chad called out his Fearow and jumped on him. Fearow’s majestic wings spread, and blew away the dirt and sand that was beside it, as Chad and his Pokémon flew into the sky. Hovering around the Ruins, he checked to see for any signs of his fellow teammate. “Marth?! Do you read? This is Chad. Get out! Over.”

[Finch]

Vermillion City Port

Stepping off the ferry with Scizor, Finch went over a mental course of travel in his head.

Hmm... another "Public Bike Ride" to Saffron, then west to Celadon from there should do it...

He recalled his pokemon and began to search for a bicycle rack in order to get moving. He found bicycle racks, plenty of them all lined up neatly by the entrance to the port, but was not very pleased at all to find that they were lacking in... well... bikes. He cursed, as he'd never had this problem before. Maybe people were catching on to his tricks. But either way, Finch needed to find another way of getting to Celadon City, and as soon as possible. Even though he wasn't in a rush like before, he was eager to cause some havoc between the other teams.

"Skarmory, come on out," he called, thrusting the pokeball in front of him. Of course, the bird pokemon was in better condition than it had been in Hoenn, since he had been able to use the pokemon center in Slateport before boarding the ferry. It spread its wings, which shone in the harsh sunlight, giving an enthusiastic cry as it did so.

"You OK since you last carried me?" He asked. Compassion was not one of Finch's most noticeable traits, but he did show it towards his pokemon companions. Skarmory squawked and nodded the affirmative. "Well then, do you think you could maybe fly us over to Celadon? It's not as far as our last journey, and the conditions are better..."

Skarmory squawked again, and Finch got on its back ready for takeoff. Since it had gained much more flying experience with Finch on its back, the bird was much more adept in getting into the air, and so the young puppeteer began his journey to infiltrate Team C.i.B.ORG...

[Neo Emolga]

Neo Winterfield
Brotherhood of Steel
Valencia Island

With the agreement settled and with Kyle making his next steps toward infiltrating Team Soul’s computer systems, I then prepared to sail back toward Hoenn. Razor Team had been doing a nice job tracking down Franz Patterson. Apparently the trail was ending in Lilycove City, but the more important part was that Razor Team was finding evidence that he could still be alive. If they could find him alive and interrogate him, perhaps there would be an every better chance that the Brotherhood of Steel could find out more about their evacuation protocol. And if that’s what we found, then finding the other members of the council would have gotten one step easier. Plus, Michael Trist could be facing his first and his last days in the chair of the United World Order if we managed to reunite the entire council. Even as I was speaking, he still had yet to say anything about the separation of Hoenn and the Orange Islands. Either he didn’t care, or he had other ideas. Regardless, we were far ahead of him. Team Soul was lagging behind, and it didn’t take a genius to predict that they weren’t going to get a tight hold of their regions with us quickly moving ahead of them.

On the other hand, there was still nothing about the assassin that had killed Ryan Elite, and I could only assume that whatever drove him or the group he could have been affiliated with could be after the council members as well. In that case, I wouldn’t be surprised if I would have to go against these same clowns. Still, I had good reasons to believe that if they tried to get in our face of our operations, we would ensure a closed-casket funeral for the whole lot of them.

After getting on board the Terradax and reuniting the rest of the escort, we then prepared to make way toward Lilycove City. Hopefully by now, Kyle got the Data Rogue disc that we needed to install on Team Soul’s computers. Rather than looking like an immediate threat, instead, Team Soul would think their computer systems were perfectly fine when really they had been infiltrated in a way they would never consider for a long time.

Once everyone was set, I then gave the order to the captain, and we then headed out. Already, this was just the beginning of our campaign to get Michael Trist out of office.

En Route to Lilycove City

As we made our way through the ocean towards Lilycove, I had received a message from Fayt Hopter. I was pleased to see that while we focused on finding Franz Patterson, Fayt, Dart, and Kyle were keeping Team Soul’s eyes distracted and their gaze on other malicious crap.

I opened up my PDA and read Fayt’s message.

Team Soul Secret HQ infiltrated. I am in the ventilation ducts now. I was detected but it is thought that I escaped from the HQ. Security will obviously be tightened especially around the perimeter. I’m including the one entrance to the HQ in the mail. I’m sure there are more though.

Now this was nice to see. This would already be a critical piece of intel that we needed to get a firm grip around Team Soul’s neck.

Location: Saffron City, Marx St subway terminal. Donut King advertisement. Mug is a hand scanner for access.
Security measures: Hand scanner, 2 cameras, security lock (similar to airlock).
Vulnerabilities: Air duct cover in security lock. 2nd person can get through after authorization but with a lot of risk.

I’m going go see if I can find the barracks and slip into some sort of uniform. Update me on anything you would like me to search for.
Over and out,
Operative Hopter
Operation alias after this message: Vince Carter

Well, even though the security was there, we had their base of operations right in our hands, and there wasn’t anything they could do about it. In time, we could Team Soul out of business even without a fight. While the United World Order was dead, that didn’t matter. We had everything we needed to get the world back in order again, and we were already winning the race.

So, after I forwarded Fayt’s message to Kyle, Dart, and many of my other critical operatives, I then sent a message back to him.

Operative Vince Carter

Congratulations on the infiltration. Already the entrance and the location of Team Soul’s HQ will be a valuable asset. Your next step is to assimilate one of their soldiers, and if possible, accomplish two objectives:

Locate any information regarding Team Soul’s operations to find any of the missing council members. Take it, and remove it from the scene if possible.
Plant information or disrupt the systems to plant suspicion that Team Soul has an internal rebellion affair within their own HQ. This will no doubt delay their activity when they need to perform a concentrated investigation instead of seeking out the missing council members.
Once you have managed to establish an escape route, give us the coordinates so that we may plant an EMP charge in close proximity of the main base. This will also shut down their systems and only further build on Team Soul rebellion suspicion.

Good luck, agent. Expect to be rewarded handsomely for your work.

Winterfield

I then sent the message to him and then put the PDA away. This would ensure that Team Soul would be behind and stay behind. They would be completely blind to our activity now.

[Fayt]

Team Soul HQ – Air Ventilation System above the Equipment Store Room 52A

While nothing would thrill me more then sitting in this cozy ventilation duct, it was time to get to work. It seems that the security breach scare was considered to be just that. Team Soul is a little too over confident about their security system. I looked down through yet another vent cover expecting to find another all well to guarded hallway again. I was wrong. I peered down through the narrow metal plates that routed the air and into the room below. Blue lockers lined the walls and wood benches placed just in front of those lockers. Best of all, the room was completely deserted of security features such as cameras or motion sensors. I gently and as quietly as possible pried off the vent cover and hopped down into the room below, reaching up and replacing the vent after I hit the floor. Most of the lockers had locks. I wasn’t some expert lock picker and it wasn’t really a smart idea to take a magnum to a lock in a stealth mission. I began to search through the ones without locks and only found a technician’s outfit. I guess it was better then nothing. After changing I stuffed my suit in (I was planning on a date earlier) and gave the locker a quick, hard, elbow knock, rendering it impossible to open.

Leaving the equipment storeroom, I marked off the uniform check in my head. Security looked relatively relaxed. No card readers at the doors, no guards besides the occasional one on routine patrol, regardless, I was worried without an ID card. I began to explore around when I bumped into a sign that pointed towards ‘ID Services.’ When I got there, I found my first card reader. It was kind of ironic how I needed that ID card to make the ID card. At least it wasn’t a regular door lock. I looked around for possible security cameras or guards and also I listened for footsteps walking around… there was nothing. I slipped out my PDA and used the data wire to connect to the door card reader. Quickly I ran the hack program to do all the dirty work for me as I continued to look around for people patrolling the halls.

After a few minutes I finally hear a click. The program finally did its job without setting off any alarms. Whoever put these things together down at BoS was a genius. I pushed on the door and it yielded, opening me to a technology lab of sorts. Off to the right stood the ID card maker. I took two steps in and the lights flickered on… motion sensors. I peered up at the ceilings and saw two cameras on either end of the room. I tried to act natural and casually walk to the machine. I flicked the power switch and a console slid out of the side. I looked down at it and noticed it was already prepared to take a picture, thankfully the digital camera on it must have been on the console too since there I was, depicted in all my glory. I found a ‘take picture’ button and hit it. After submitting the false name of ‘Vincent Carter’ and entering the address information, I hit next and it went to a permitted clearance section, complete with authorization password. Peering back up at the security camera, I slipped out my PDA and placed it in a blind spot to the camera and also attached it to the data port on the machine. Allowing the hack program to do its magic again, after a few moments it got the authorization code but only for level 3 clearance and level 5 if the HQ was put under emergency alert. I decided to take what I could and used that code. Soon after, an ID card popped out and I quickly grabbed it, shut down the computer and walked out. It was time to find the barracks around here.

[Dog of Hellsing]

NAME: ARUNEI SHADE
CODENAME: DRAGONSTORM
SAFFRON CITY

I grinned as King landed in Saffron, in front of the Fighting Dojo by the Pokemon Gym. From inside I could hear the startled cries of the blackbelts as King gave a roar for no reason. I slipped off his back and thumped his side.

"You're scaring the peoples, King. That's not very nice."

He snorted and grunted loudly, flicking his tail and looking at me with one eye. I chuckled and patted his wing, looking past his blue bulk into the Dojo to see five men glaring at me. I waved cheerily and then pulled two PokeBalls from my pocket. One was King's PokeBall, and I recalled him as he readied to roar again. I got an irked look as the roar turned into a sort of squeak and laughed, then released Eon from the other Ball. The five men suddenly looked worried and I snorted to cover my laughter.

"Come on Eon, we've got stuff to do."

"Esp!"

We turned and walked off, and I chuckled softly as Eon trotted ahead of me.

~Those men were worried.~

~They probably thought I was going to have you battle them. Fighting Pokemon are weak to Psychic.~

~I suppose that would give them reason to be a bit scared.~

~Indeed, but right now we have more important things to do.~

We walked slowly and I looked to the setting sun, which was barely peeking over the horizon. I sighed and turned to watch Eon walking ahead of me.

~What are we doing first?~

~Well, if we go sneaking around this time of the day, we might draw unwanted attention. I say that for now, we go and get some rest at the Pokemon Center. Maybe later on tonight we'll stop by the Radio Tower. And if not tonight, then tomorrow for certain. After all, it's why we're here.~

~Yes. But then we must wait, and I know you're not patient. What will we do in the meantime?~

~I don't like waiting unless I have to, and this is one of those times. Don't worry, I won't get all cabin fevery and let King blow people up.~

~I didn't think you would.~

I grinned at Eon's somewhat startled tone as we walked to the Pokemon Center and headed inside. I walked to a table and slid into the seat, Eon jumping up on the other side. I dug into my pocket and pulled out my cellphone.

~What are you doing?~

~I'm checking to see if I have any messages. What with riding on King all day, my legs are a bit numb and I might not have noticed the phone ringing, since it's set to vibrate.~

There were no messages, which was just as good. I considered sending one of my own so the boss would know I had reached my destination, but after a moment I decided that it would be a stupid reason to bother him or the others and that I'd wait until I'd found some info before I set finger to my phone with the intent to send a message. I sighed and put my phone away, looking around at the other Trainers. After a moment I got an idea.

~Maybe I could talk to someone and ask if they know about the murders and disappearance?~

~That would be a good idea, unless you talked to the wrong person and were caught.~

Eon sounded worried and I looked over at her to see her eyes and the gem on her forehead glowing softly. I grinned softly and reached over to pet her head.

~Don't worry, I'm not going to. I know it's too dangerous to go flipping my mouth off to someone I don't know.~

Eon seemed to relax and I looked up, already beginning to feel impatience gnawing at me. I sighed and looked at a clock, then stared around. Perhaps another battle or two would help the time pass.

[~* Esper *~]

C.i.B.ORG HQ: Esper's Office

Arriving in his office, which is equipped with two dark brown, almost charcoal colored sofas and two mahogany chairs, each with their own seperate same colored ottoman, a large flat screen HD-TV television in the far corner, a suitable black marble fireplace, and the latest computer, with technology not even available to the public, of course in all black and silver. He took off his jacket, and laid it on the back of his black wooden chair which matched his desk that wrapped around to a length of almost two walls, also being black, just a little lighter than everything else. He sat down, or rather laid down, and pulled out from his nearby silver filing cabinet the vanilla colored folders that contained some of the more perspective officers that he would choose to go on the mission, if they "auditioned" of course. Looking through the folders, he noticed it to be quite hot. So, he stood up and pulled down the silver chained string, the shorter of the two, to activate the polished wooden oak blades. They created a cooling breeze of whirlwind air that descended down then casted a blanket of cool air throughout and over the room, which made Esper a bit more cozy. Reading about several files he concluded that he would need a team of about ten operatives including some amazing trainers, a doctor or two, an at least two men or women who could exceptionally navigate through the caves of Whirl Island.

Time passed, and as he put down the last folder, on the glass coffee table, he realized it was almost time to commence the "audition". See, most of the time, officers were just assigned to a mission, but he wanted to see who wanted it, who wanted to make themsleves known, and who hungered and thirsted for power, like he now was. Walking nonchalantly to the door, he carried with him his labtop, which he would record everything the person said through a highly advanced recording microphone and tape them as well through a miniscule camera on the edge, his jacket slung over his arm, just in case it got a bit cold which it tended to in that particular office, and his attache which contained papers that had questions which he would ask each "auditionee".

After stepping into the elevator, he pressed the button that would bring him to the top floor, and he started to ascend toward the top, when the elevator just stopped about two floors up. Pushing the red button and calling on the silver phone had no effect so he decided he would get out the top of the elevator into the shaft and open the doors manually. So, he removed the plastic covering, unhooked the latch that kept the escape door sealed and climbed up, sending his attache and everything else flying upward first. As he got up, the first thing he immediately did was close the hatch and gather his things. Simultaneously, the large silver doors opened. Assuming it was a low ranking officer of C.i.B.ORG he graciously thanked him while still picking up his items. Then, as he looked up, someone he never thought he'd see again was standing in front of him, his twin brother, who was part of Team Soul, ...

"Hello, brother, long time no see," he smirked ...

[Lord Celebi]

CERP Labs
The Helicopter landed at CERP Labs. After people crowded around my, trying to get my Autograph, and calling me a hero, I made it to the Helicopter. It took off. I thought about what will happen in the next few weeks.

Next week, I will declare my candidacy for President of Orre. Then, I’ll have to make a campaign speech in Agate about Ciborg and cybernetic limbs. The Old Folks will be quite interested in that. Pyrite will already be in my grip since I held my meetings there. Then, I will go to Phenac and talk about how Team Soul could ‘Poison’ their water. Then, Team Soul will ‘attack’ forcing the Head of Orre-Council Relations, the holder of the election, to make the elections sooner. The bye bye Orre.

The helicopter landed and I was greeted by Tiantus.

“Status…” I asked Tiantus.

“Cody’s running the show at Ciborg Colosseum. Kagi has secured CEP Labs. We’re aiming for Realgem next,” Tiantus replied, “Ciborg Orre Command will be necessary.”

“Good.” I said. I began walking to my office. Tiantus then left.

“rust, after I finish the security system tonight, I’ll start on your robots,” Dr. Tiantus yelled. I yawned. Tomorrow, I would have to think about what I could so to The Head of Orre-Council Relations makes the elections sooner.

[Kenny_C.002]

OOC:
Anyway guys I'm officially saying that from now on the deadline for each week is Friday midnight on Eastern Time. I do prefer to keep my schedule running as smoothly as possible. ;)

IC:

Team Soul Secret HQ

It had seemed that Josh wasn't anywhere to be found, so we were fitted with weapons by other members who were qualified. Either way, it was time to head off to the skies toward Orre for the cleanup mission.

As we all boarded the helicopter after making it through to the surface, I said goodbye to Kanto. It seemed that Umi caught me and gave me a smile and a wink.

Aboard the helicopter

The room inside the helicopter was...cramp. There was no leg room nor any sort of room between the passengers. I got a lucky break, however, since I had one of the edge seats, so that was comforting. What wasn't comforting was that I would be the first to enter Orre.

With us actually in Team Soul equipment, the ladies didn't really get their beauty to shine very well, and that was a problem in itself. However, we men also didn't have to put up with distractions like the ladies, so I guess that was the blessing in itself. The humming of the helicopter also did not brighten the mood very much, as I noticed that the ladies did not feel very comfortable.

It would take hours to make it to after Celadon Orre, and it would not be a pleasant trip with such heavy hearts.

[Lord Celebi]

En Route to Realgem
Another Captain of the Ciborg Army, Bly, was leading a battalion along with Dr. Gree to Realgem to set up Ciborg Orre and possibly Global Command.

Realgem was only a backup plan in case there was a resistence, or rust loses the election. Either way, Realgem is becoming a military base. Dr. Gree was set to fix the technology, and Captain Bly would command the military, that is until Lieutenant General Bacara arrived.

Bacara would be sent to control Ciborg’s Orre Military and is coming in tomorrow’s Cargo Plane to Realgem with Tumblers to guard the base and possibly stop an anti-Ciborg riot.

Flying above Bly and Gree were a few helicopters with supplies not needed at CERP.

“Finally, we have made it,” Bly huffed. Gree quickly ran and began to get to work.

“You, inspect the Subway, clean it out. The rest of you. Get through these tubes and I want one of you guarding each floor, 2 at the entrance, and 2 walking the perimeter of the tubes. Is that clear?” Gree commanded.

“SIR!” The Grunts yelled and went to their places. Grunts scrambled everywhere. Bly and Gree took the tubes to the main enterance. 3 Grunts were following.

“Blow this door off its hinges!” The grunts rushed to place small bombs around the door.

[Josh]

Team Soul Headquarters
Engineering Room
Saffron City

Unfortunately, Josh could not finish the stun bullets by the time their team would go to Orre. However, he was almost there at figuring it out. He would have to load the bullets with water. Water would short circuit machines. He was testing things out with a test machine they kept in the room. If he could just get the right amount of the Stun Spore and water in the bullet he would be able to get it done and get back to his regular work. He didn't believe himself much of a scientist. He was more of the computer nerd. He wished Marth and Chad would give him more of a chance. For goodness sakes he managed to fix the virus plaguing their computers!
Shaking the anger off, Josh tried one more bullet with just two hundred and fifty millilitres of water and the Stun Spore. He tried it on a man who was built to test this sort of thing on. He was moving before Josh shot the bullet. Now he stood still. This was good because then he did not underbalance the Stun Spore. Other scientists were taking the time it would take for him to unfreeze.
While he was waiting, Josh moved towards the test machine and shot it. The machine which created glow in the dark noses was now stopped and people were taking the time.
Josh turned back to the man who was now unfrozen. The people said it had taken three minutes. He turned back to the machine. They said it had taken five.
"Thanks," he said. He began to create bullets.

Team Soul Headquarters
Josh's Office
Saffron City

Eating his lunch, Josh sent an e-mail to anyone that would be interested in the stun bullets.

'Co-workers,
I am so sorry it took so long. So many problems in the company recently. Anyways, I have finished the stun bullets. Created from the spores of Vileplume added with water. They stun both humans. Humans are stunned for three minutes and machines are stunned for five. I have no idea what Marth's intentions were for these. But anyways, I will supply them to those who wish to use them.
Thanks for reading,
Josh'

He sent the e-mail and got a bottle of Coca Cola out of the fridge. He began drinking, the coolness and sweetness just made him forget about all of his problems.

[HKim]

Kanto: Saffron City: UWO Center


Michael quickly walked up the flight of cement stairs and past the white columns that stood as gatekeepers to the government of the world. He quickly pulled out his UWO ID card from his inner breast pocket of his uniform and flashed it to the lead guard of the squadron guarding the door. The guard already knew Michael from previous visits and efficiently signaled his troops to let him in.

Michael pushed through the double, glass doors and stepped onto the marble floor that stretched across the lobby of the Center. As usual, the lobby was host to a variety of official activities. Secretaries took calls here and transferred them to the correct location. Government officials filed their paperwork with clerks stationed behind a brown desk, each one of them busy at work. Perhaps the only change Michael could notice was that everyone was a bit more busy and nervous then usual, which could be expected, considering the world was facing its biggest crisis in decades.

Michael continued forward past the lobby to the next flight of stairs leading to the hallway. He received a few nods and words of gratitude from various people as he walked up, but he quickly replied and continued on his way. While he didn’t want to be rude, he did need to make it to the meeting on time to discuss important issues. The world needed leadership and now wasn’t the time to chitchat.

He easily reached the hallway. In truth, this part of the Center was better referred to as an intersection. Here, the building connected together with staircases leading everywhere. Also located at this hub of walkways were several elevators. These elevators lead to the most important sections of the Center and were only activated by special ID cards handed only to the most important people in The United World Order government. Michael was one of these people and he inserted his key into the proper metal slot that stuck out from the wall. The computer took a second to analyze and confirm Michael’s card barcode key and then slip open the elevator doors. Michael easily removed his card and stepped inside the elevator.

“Meeting level.” Michael commanded. The elevator acknowledged his request with a slight beep, closed its doors, and flew up towards the proper destination. Built with the finest technology of the time, the elevators stood for the symbolic goals of Ryan Elite and the future of life on Earth.

Within seconds, the elevator reached the proper floor and slid open its doors. Michael stepped out and immediately set off down another hallway that led to the main meeting room. There, Michael planned on joining up with leaders from the five main regions and confirming Soul authority. Already they had given him their support, but this was the official session.

The brown, oak door of the meeting room stood at the end of the hall. In front of it was one of his assistants, Jeffery Miles who wore a regular black suit to fit the occasion.

“The other leaders are already inside, Doctor,” said Miles as he pulled open the door.

Michael smiled at him, “Thank you, Miles. Follow me inside after you close the door.”

Miles nodded and opened the door for Michael who proceeded inside. Immediately, Michael noticed the absense of Nathan Graystone, President of the Hoenn Coalition, and Alvin Gregory, Proconsul of the Orange Islands Secretariat. In their places appeared to be two men that he did not know.

One of them immediately stood up. “Doctor Trist, I am Representative Yolden Harting and I will fill in for Nathan Graystone while he’s… away.” Harting’s hand drifted to the other man. “This is my associate, Representative Dester Rollingson, who will fill in for Alvin Gregory who also couldn’t make it.”

“Pleased to meet you two,” Michael replied as he shook both of their hands. He smiled, but inside he wondered what was going on. This meeting was the utmost importance for UWO affairs and the loss of two regional leaders meant that something was afoot.

Luckily, however, the other three leaders were present. Governor Jessica Williams of Johto sat closely to Minister Ronald More of Kanto at the left side of that table. Opposite of Michael was Consul Pierre Granyel who led the people of Orre. Along with these three leaders were one or two assistants that stood quietly behind. Michael quickly went around and shook the hands of the three leaders before finding his own seat and beginning.

“Gentlemen,” he began, “First off, let me thank you all for coming here during this harsh time. I know you all want to be home with your respective regions so you can keep order, but rest assured, what we’re doing here is exactly that. President Ryan Elite stood as a testament to strength, honor, and stability and we shall continue to uphold his goals. The United World Order will not fall because we will not let it.”

Michael cleared his throat, paused, then continued, “Gentlemen, I also thank you for your support. Without it, I would not be here today discussing the future of the UWO. I promise you that I will lead this nation to a prosperous future and that unity will be preserved.”

“That is where we must disagree, Doctor Trist,” interrupted Representative Yolden Harting, “President Graystone of Hoenn and Proconsul Gregory of The Orange Islands believe that you are not capable to lead this nation. While they may have initially have given you their support, they have realized that the hearts of their people do not belong with you. It is our position that The United World Order can no longer function without President Elite and you have no authority in this matter. Thus, we are withdrawing Hoenn and The Orange Islands from The United World Order.”

To Be Continued...

[HKim]

Michael Trist stood up. This news was shocking, even to the other members in the room. Withdrawal from the UWO was unheard of. The government depended on the support of all five regions and now two men wanted to break it apart.

“Gentlemen,” Harry interjected, “I urge you to reconsider what you’re saying. For decades, The United World Order stood for peace and prosperity. President Ryan Elite firmly believed in the government and its laws. You are going against everything he stands for, everything we stand for. We must remain united if we are to overcome this tragedy.”

Representative Dester Rollingson stood up, “Doctor Trist, we have no say in the matter. Already our leaders are discussing a declaration of independence from The United World Order. We will soon no longer be apart of this nation and that is how it’s going to be. Good day to you sir.”

With that, the two representatives stood up and walked out of the door, leaving behind a group of baffled and saddened people. Michael took a moment to regain his composure, before turning back to the other delegates.

“Is there anyone else that wishes to leave?” Michael inquired as he sat down. While his face remained calm, Michael felt the anguish inside as he realized how much the support of the government had just collapsed right under him. Luckily, though, the collapse didn’t destroy everything.

“Kanto is with you, Doctor,” replied Minister Ronald More with a reassuring smile.

“So is Johto,” added Governor Jessica Williams, nodding in agreement with Minister More.

Consul Granyel looked to More and Williams, before turning back to Michael. “While I do support you personally, Doctor Trist, my people are unsure what to think. I’m afraid I can’t give you any firm answer until then.”

Granyel then looked down towards his papers and shifted through them until he found the right one and picked it up.

“I do have good news,” he continued, “The United World Order Parliament did vote right before your speech and the majority agrees to appoint you as the next president of the UWO. Congratulations. Unfortunately, most of the Hoenn and Orange Island members were missing during the vote due to the reason that we just learned about. Other than that, though, you have our support, Mr. President.”

Michael sighed with relief. Regardless of Hoenn and Orange Island actions, he still was elected president. Now he could continue with his efforts to restore peace. In addition, he still had time to convince the world to stay together under the UWO flag.

“Thank you for your support,” Michael began, “I won’t let you down. That is a promise that I will keep. I will also contact President Graystone and Proconsul Gregory and try to convince them to not leave the UWO. The Union can still be saved as long as we stick together and show that even in the face of death, we will triumph. Thank you for coming.”

Doctor, now President, Trist went around the room and shook each person’s hand before leaving the same doors towards the elevator. His assistant, Jeffery Miles, followed him.

“Mr. President, I have some bad news,” he stated as they walked, “During the meeting, I received some messages from base through my PDA. Apparently, we’ve been blamed for some attacks in the Orre region. Already we’ve sent some teams to take care of the problem, though I suspect this is more than it seems.”

“Good,” Michael replied, “I’m sure they can handle the situation. What else is there?”

Miles looked down at his PDA which he pulled out. “Apparently, we lost track of a spy who gained access to our secret base by following one of our members. Luckily, she’s fine though the spy escaped into the ventilation system. We haven’t found him yet.”

Michael stopped. A spy in the base was a serious problem. With the information, the spy could easily damage Team Soul by discovering the special technology the team possessed. In the wrong hands… He must be stopped.

“Miles, engage lock down on all levels. He may be able to travel on the same floor, but he won’t be able to go up or down, not even through his ventilation shaft. Unless he can pierce through several feet of metal, he will be stuck. Also, alert the guards already positioned at each level to be on the lookout for anyone suspicious. Make sure they keep their PDAs ready so that we can send them a picture from our security cameras. I’m sure one of them must of caught his face. Also, alert all members there that we will not release lock down on any level unless ordered to do so personally by one of the senior members, including Marth, Isaac, Chad, Josh, Tiana, or myself. In addition, tell Josh to lock out all computer systems to outsiders and constantly be on the lookout for any infiltration on any system. While this spy will not be able to access controls to the lock out, he might try to get to other parts of the station. Once he tries, we’ll get his location and nab him.”

Michael reached the elevator and repeated the key clearance process. Once again, within seconds, the door opened and he stepped inside. Miles followed him in.

“Miles, did you get all that?” Michael inquired.

Miles looked up from his PDA, “Yes Mr. President, I did write all down and I have relayed the message.”

“Good,” Michael replied, “Now let’s go outside and meet the press. I’m sure they have heard about the vote and will want my comments on the matter.”

“One more thing,” Miles interjected, “I just received news that the new nation of Hoenn, The Orange Islands, and The Brotherhood of Steel is called the Unity of Defiance.”

“The Brotherhood of Steel is involved?” asked Michael.

“Yes,” Miles answered, “Apparently they have quite a bit of influence over those two regions. Anyway, it appears they will be the military force behind this new nation.”

Michael sighed. “This path leads to civil war. I just hope we can change directions before this is too late. Anyway, thanks Miles."

The elevator door opened and Michael stepped out with Miles close behind. This time, though, as Michael walked down back towards the doors, he was congratulated with smiles and handshakes. Word traveled fast through the building and now people knew that he was now officially in charge of The United World Order. He only hoped he could do as good a job as his predecessor, Ryan Elite.

Immediately as Michael pushed through the glass doors, flashes of light as attacked him dozens of cameras went off. He quickly resisted the urge to block his face and calmly walked forward to the podium that his other assistants set up for him. He put his hands up and waited until the crowd of media died down before lowering his hands.

“As of today, Parliament has officially voted me in as President of The United World Order. As I have said before, I promise to bring unity to this nation and this world. While Ryan Elite may be dead, his dreams are not and I will guide this nation along his path of prosperity and hope. We will survive this, together. As your President, I will be there for you.

Thus, I set down my first goal as President. We must locate the five council members that disappeared on the night of the assassination. Once the council is restored to its rightful place, then both of us will work together for a better future for our nation.

Council members, if you’re out there, I ask you to return to the Center and resume your duties. The world needs your guidance. The government that Ryan Elite died for cannot be complete without your help. The danger is over and now its time to once again work towards peace.

As I have heard, there has been discussion of the departure of both Hoenn and The Orange Islands from The United World Order. I ask that the people and leaders of these regions to reconsider their position. Ryan Elite died for unity and this separation goes against the very dreams he stood for. We must stand strong as brothers and sisters if we are to once again achieve prosperity. I know we can if we try.

Thus, I call out to the leaders of the Unity of Defiance and ask them to meet me so that we can discuss the future. The world must not be divided over petty bickering and we can work together because we are all beings of Earth. We all breathe the same air, drink the same water, and eat the same food. Let us also work together as one power. The world awaits your response.”

[Lord Celebi]

CERP Labs, rust’s Office
From my recharger, I watched the TV. A speech by Micheal Trist, the new president of the UWO was on.

“As of today, Parliament has officially voted me in as President of The United World Order. As I have said before, I promise to bring unity to this nation and this world. While Ryan Elite may be dead, his dreams are not and I will guide this nation along his path of prosperity and hope. We will survive this, together. As your President, I will be there for you.

Thus, I set down my first goal as President. We must locate the five council members that disappeared on the night of the assassination. Once the council is restored to its rightful place, then both of us will work together for a better future for our nation.

Council members, if you’re out there, I ask you to return to the Center and resume your duties. The world needs your guidance. The government that Ryan Elite died for cannot be complete without your help. The danger is over and now its time to once again work towards peace.

As I have heard, there has been discussion of the departure of both Hoenn and The Orange Islands from The United World Order. I ask that the people and leaders of these regions to reconsider their position. Ryan Elite died for unity and this separation goes against the very dreams he stood for. We must stand strong as brothers and sisters if we are to once again achieve prosperity. I know we can if we try.

Thus, I call out to the leaders of the Unity of Defiance and ask them to meet me so that we can discuss the future. The world must not be divided over petty bickering and we can work together because we are all beings of Earth. We all breathe the same air, drink the same water, and eat the same food. Let us also work together as one power. The world awaits your response.” Michael Spoke.

I thought for a moment. Trist had not taken military action against the UoD. Why? Soul itself is an army, and the UWO has weapons in case of Extra Terrestrials (Though, the only thing that’s come from space are Clefairy).

Though my next threat was Pierre Granyel Head of Orre-Council Relations who is keeping Orre safe until elections (He calls himself Consul because its shorter). He could possibly run, he has been in league with Trist. My only concern right now feeding propaganda down the throats of the masses of Orre.

After I make Speeches in Agate and Phenac, a sudden boom will happen at night. But what boom?

I emerged from my slanted metal bed and walked to my laptop. I punched in TravelOrre.com. I began looking at their listings of Orre Sights. I clicked on Phenac.

“A Jewel of a town with art of water. This is the recommended town to get a hotel.”

I clicked on Agate.

“The Retirement Town of the older citizens of Orre and the Richer and older citizens from everywhere else.”

I clicked on Mt. Battle.

“Trainers come here. Mt Battle has a lineup of 100 Strong trainers that only 1 trainer has beaten. What waits at the end besides bragging rights? Riches beyond your wildest dreams and a Time Flute. The magic item that can purify Shadow Pokemon.

Mt. Battle is also an amazing structure. It is a giant bridge that goes through a volcano!”

That is what I would blow up. Two bombs on each side would send the entire bridge into the volcano. It would kill hundreds and affect all the trainers of the world. It would put deep anger at Team Soul. Perfect.

Realgem
Bacara was a muscular man. He had just skydived out of a Cargo Plane to join up with Bly.

“I have an office, right?” Bacara asked in a gruff voice.

“Yes, of course, follow me,”

The cargo plane had landed, and grunts driving Tumblers rode out. Our Tumblers were based off the Glimobile from the movie Gligarman Begins (OOC: If you haven’t figured out the parody, the Tumblers are based off the Batmobile from Batman Begins). The Tumblers began circling the Tower.

[Daniella Defines Divinity]

A train from Lavender to Saffron

*Thankfully for Daniella the rail system within Kanto had been extended and currently she was sitting next to the window, peering out at the clouds. She was taking slow sips from her bottle of sprite and listening to a news broadcast on the radio through her phone when she almost choked after hearing about Trist making President. Why hadn't she heard about this sooner?! After much coughing and feeling like she was hacking up a lung she was finally able to call Roberto back at her home town of Cyan. The phone rang once before Roberto picked up and grunted to show that someone was indeed there.*

"Why didn't you contact me!? I should've heard of this sooner, do you know how much upset this'll cause? What happenned to the search for a substitue? This means a complete change of plans, it'll create even further upset if the government gets rid of another President... Looks like we'll just have to secure his position and make the transaction as smooth as possible. Get someone to check out Hoenn and the Orange Islands, we need more information. I'll have to secure myself a position near Trist... I've messed up once already, I won't let it happen again."

*She hung up, she knew Roberto woud get it done but her mind was still uneasy. So much was happenning around her how could she keep up with it all? But most importantly, would she let her team down? For the rest of the journey she contemplated her course of action and tried to run through different scenarios and their outcomes until finally the train pulled into Saffron city station.*

Safron City

*It was already late afternoon when she arrived, almost rush hour. Soon the streets would be crammed full of people trying to get home in time for Dinner followed by their favourite TV progamme. Daniella would have to get to the Team Soul public building soon so she could slip in just as people were leaving so she wouldn't be noticed. It was rumored that there was a second building but she wasn't quite sure where that was located and decided the public HQ was probably the better choice even if she did know where it was for safety reasons. The building itself wasn't exactly difficult to find, it stood at 20 floors tall making it one of the more prominant features of the Saffron city skyline. Just as she predicted, a steady stream of people were leaving the building and she slipped into the crowd navigating her way upstream to the evelvators. Slipping into one heading up before the doors closed. She looked at the keypad, a list of buttons and labels indicating what was on which floor. She pressed the 12th button, one of the floors for the engineering department. Her sly fingers had stolen an ID badge when she "accidently" bumped into a woman that was a little taller than she was and she fastened it to the front of her dress indicating that her name was Mandy Parsons, a communiacations and redirectional administrive assistant executive, whatever that was. She tied back her hair and put on a black blazer that she managed to obtain from a careless woman who had it slung over her bag to make herself seem less obvious. It was amazing how even the simplest of things could seemingly transform a person and make them fade into the backdrop.*

"12th floor. Enjoy your day."

*That had to be the most polite elevator Daniella had ever come across, most weren't even kind enough to tell you which floor you were on. She stepped out confidently and swiped Mandy Parson's card on one of the doors. There was a satisfying click as the dorr swung open to reveal a computer lab, Daniella couldn't believe her luck at finding the right door, Team Soul really could do with a step up in security. She chose a compter and booted it up, taking out what appeared to be a USB memorey stick and popping it in the back to assist her with any password cracking she would have to encounter. So far she had only encountered basic firewalls and password entries to irrelavent information until finally she found something worth looking at, the central communications network listing and connecting every single PDA within the Team's pocession. However it was not as easy to accesse, she had to wait 10 minutes for her programme to crack open the security, but now everything was hers for the taking. She browsed the previously sent messages and the one about someone infiltrating their facility through the ventalation system gave her a good chuckle.*

"Amatuer"

*She settled herself and then went to find what she had been after, Michael Trist's PDA number who was still displayed under the title Doctor instead of President. She noted it down on her phone and saved it, also making a copy on paper and hiding it in her clothing just incase something were to happen to the previous. She also decided to download the template of the messaging system for good measure. While she was waiting for the download she wrote her message.*

Good evening President Trist, I'm sure his message will find you well, but perhaps you should lecture your employees on the value of keeping their belongings safe this was far to easy, I expected better from the new Presidency team.

I do not wish to bore you with my small talk, so I'll get straight to the point. We share the same dream of our quest for peace, and I have connections that I believe will be quite useful for OUR cause. If you wish to enquire further then meet me at 10pm tonight, room 17 at the Mandarin hotel. I think it will proove most benefitial to you

adieu-

*Daniella loved to play a mysterious role in these sort of messages. A couple of clicks later the message was sent and her download was complete. With her current tasky accomplished she shut the computer down and left to exit the building. She just hoped he would show.*