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Old 09-23-2010, 04:31 AM
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Welcome to The Institute.



After the success of their creation of Mewtwo, Team Rocket had bigger plans in the field of genetics for part human, part Pokemon monsters working on their side to terrorize Johto and eventually become the most powerful crime syndicate in the Pokemon world. The grunts they experimented on rarely survived, but the ones who had Pokemon of their own seemed to last longer before succumbing to death. Rocket scientists soon realized that the host needed to be young, strong, and connected deeply with Pokemon. So they began “recruiting” young trainers to turn, train, and eventually become the perfect weapon.


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Tranland as the Gengar Vesper and the Rocket Surgeon Dr. James Harper
Across The Universe as the Flareon Jason Brandly
Windchaser as the Metang Anthony
Doodlebop as the Arcanine Marcus Peace and the Rocket Executive Alexandra Morrin
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Mewcario as the Zoroark Matthias Cronqvist
Gentle Manne as the Feraligatr Dennis and the Rocket Executive Vostok Exocet


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Old 09-23-2010, 04:35 AM
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The Gengar Vesper


Day switched to night in a flash of black, the fall of fluorescent night, electric life force of the building growling with the voices of converging shadows, eclipsing dystopia. Same night, new cell. The voices rippled to life as emotionless cameras changed guard.

The Institute was always abuzz after a cell change. The building teemed with both eagerness and fear – Pokemorphs eager to meet more of their own, fearful of the reason. Too many drafted. Too many euthanized. Too many dead in both body and spirit. So they changed cells to keep the numbers even.

Vesper opened her crimson eyes slowly, carefully, barely taking air. The cool concrete excited a dangerously pleasurable feeling deep inside her that coiled and released like a serpent dumped from a basket. She heard everything. She smelled everything. Heard the bodies breathing beats, smelled their scent and subtle breath. Yellow glow filled the hallway from the dim floor lights, shedding enough light to outline silhouettes in gold. Her purple-black hair cast a Gengar’s profile on the wall to her left. Half-lit forms shifted and turned in the cell with her, behind the bars of the cell across the way, and down the hall, and all around, savoring these few secret hours before morning. Voices rose to whispers. She was a statue.

The Phantom. The Phantom was the real ghoul here, not Vesper. Not the trace of a Gengar inside of her, not the churning, writhing, foreign thing inside of her, not this wrong but oh-so-right thing inside of her. The Phantom. The ghost of her left leg. It buzzed and ached. The nonexistent limb hurt as her brain reached futilely for sensation in a thing that was not there. She wished she could touch it, if only just to ease the discomfort that so often followed a stressful day and tormented her night; but so often it was more than discomfort. So often she wished she could quiet the scream of a newly severed limb, but the pain did not exist.

Just another night at the Institute.

Even thinking of it made her left leg twinge. A pained sigh escaped her lips, almost a groan, almost a whimper. Her hand flew to cover her mouth.

Shapes shifted in new patterns.

Slowly she stood, tidily-wrapped remnant of her left leg high above the ground as she gripped a shiny black cane in her right hand for balance, but a manifestation of silver shadow in the corner. Her skin was paper white and shone even in the dim light. If she had had hackles they would have been raised. If she could have growled she would have done so. But her DNA did not bless her as it had blessed others, so she stood silent and still up against the wall, red eyes glaring into the darkness. Vesper’s sentry hand fell from its post before her mouth, where a white grin trailed wickedly across. The shadows all turned their heads. They looked bigger than the Morphs she had shared a cell with previously, who were all more or less failed experiments or weaklings. She had taken it as a personal offense. Vesper must have been doing better in the Arena. “Good group,” she said appraisingly, adding her voice to the rush of those around her, both the rasp of a river and the whistle of wind above a canyon. “So I’m Vesper. Looks like we got lucky. A room with a view.” She looked up at the window, just a slit near the ceiling, looking out into the dusty floor of the Arena from their underground cell. Vesper was short, so she rose up on tiptoe to take a peek out at the blackness.

Then the Phantom chose that moment to rear its head and her cane clattered to the floor and she lost her balance, hissing in pain through her teeth as she fell sideways into the hulking form of one of her fellow prisoners.

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Old 09-23-2010, 12:04 PM
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The Charizard Checkers


Checkers, not caring about anything that was going on, was leaning against a wall, eyes closed and arms folded. Wrapped around his legs, sound asleep, was a small Charmander. The Charmander was actually quite young and was only 0.4m tall, but that isn't the only thing different about it. Instead of being orange the Charmander was yellow but it still had the same sapphire blue eyes Checkers always had. The problem was that only he could see it for it was not there. Only his poor tourtured imagination made him see and feel the Charmander. His Charmander.

While he was leaning against the wall Checkers felt something odd. It was a different presence than usual. There was someone new. “So I’m Vesper. Looks like we got lucky. A room with a view.” A smile slid across his face. I wouldn't call it a veiw but hey. He thought. He continued to lean against the wall not caring about the new kid and let his mind drift off. While he was thinking his tail dropped down and the flame on the end burnt down slightly. It flickered lazily like it normally does when he starts to fall asleep. He reached behind his back and scratched a spot on his back. He didn't have his shirt on at the moment, instead it was around his waist. In contrast to his thin arms, he has broad sholders and he had a very solid chest. His strength is also in total contrast to what you might suggest by just his arms.

As he was thinking about what the new day would bring he felt something crash into his side. He fell slightly and held up the prisoner with his long, thin arm around them. As Checkers stedied himself and the other prisoner, his skin a total contrast to theirs, he noticed that it was the new face in the cell. A girl. "Humph. You should be more careful." He half growled. He didn't do it out of anger, he just can't help it. He helped the girl to her feet and scratched the tattoo of the dragonair that curls round his upper left arm.

Checkers felt thin-air as he tried to stroke the Charmander that wasn't there. He looked back at the girl and noticed the cane on the floor. He picked it up and handed it to her. "Here. You should be more careful next time."
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Old 09-23-2010, 07:59 PM
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The Arcanine Marcus

The floor was so cold. Marcus wondered again why Flare's DNA didn't make him warm, like the Arcanine had always been. On cold nights, when Flare had pressed himself up against him, he had immediately warmed, kind of like... What were they called again? A hot water bottle.... Except not so sloshy. He missed Flare. He missed his old life. He'd give everything he had to go back to it... No, he didn't have anything to give. Not anymore. What did you call that? Irony?

His nose twitched as he inhaled the other's scents. He couldn't recognize most of them- he was still getting used to his improved senses. It was hard to tell one thing from another. Like... Ah, he was no good at these meta-thingies.

Someone spoke. She was across the room, but it sounded like it was right in his ear. Her voice rasped slightly as she rose it above the general murmur.

“Good group.” A slight pause. “So I’m Vesper. Looks like we got lucky. A room with a view."

A view? Marcus tilted his head around until he noticed the small slit in the ceiling. A sliver of moonlight made for real light instead of the harsh floorlights. Surely that couldn't be what she was talking about... But no. That was the only window. "Not much of one." He said, scratching his head, then he winced. He kept forgetting how sharp his fingernails were now.

There was a clattering noise and he looked up. She had fallen, but someone had steadied her. A boy about his age. Wonder what kind of Pokemon he had been fused with. Maybe a fire type.

"Humph. You should be more careful." The boy grumbled. There was a slight growl to his voice as he helped her to her feet. He picked up a cane off the floor and handed it to her. "Here. You should be more careful next time." Only then did Marcus noticed her missing leg.

"You okay?" Marcus said curiously. She seemed fine. But you could never know.
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The Flareon Jason

Jason had been laying in one stationary spot right in the corner of the cell, trying to not be noticed. At least not for now. He grumbled slightly at the hard cold floor, or what should have been cold, but wasn't. His eyes were wide, watching the others as the heat radiating from his body was making the floor warm, almost hot. He quietly and slowly shuffled around in his spot, trying not to make any sort of noise so the others wouldn't hear him, until he was in an upright sitting position, his legs crossed. The cool air felt better on his burning skin than the warm floor under him.

He looked down to the floor, once again upset about the constant torture of this heat. The heat that never went away. He would go outside or jump into cold water and it would be relief. But for only a moment. Because then it would come surging back to him, just as much as it had before. Those were times when it became unbearable, such as now. He had luckily found some way to ignore it during most of his daily life. It had just become a normal part of himself, along with everything else in his new body. His sensitive ears and bushy tail that were now a part of him.

The other morphs in his last cell were all angry about it. They didn't like it. Didn't want it. They're minds rejected the fact that they were fused with Pokemon, so their bodies did the same. Slowly, one by one, as the negativity continued they started to get sick as their bodies tried to expel the unwanted organs. And then, slowly, one by one, they were taken away, not to be seen again. He had sat by quietly, watching as they killed themselves unknowingly. He hoped that this group would be different. They sounded different so far. Stronger. His eyes started to adjust to the light and he could make out some shapes and features, but not much yet.

Suddenly, not expecting it at all, he sneezed, stopping dead after it because he knew that it gave him away. Along with his hiding spot. He waited for someone to address him as he stared out into the darkness.

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Old 09-24-2010, 01:32 AM
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The Gengar Vesper


Vesper was upright in an instant, lips pursed, trying to be gentle as she removed the gangly arm that had kept her from plummeting to the floor. She took the cane he proffered and spun it once around like a slow, pensive baton. The pink in her cheeks was obvious. This was why she didn’t like talking to people, she remembered. She ended up feeling… happy. Bad things always happened when she was happy. The phantom laughed at her in her head, subsiding, of course, a moment too late, its memory but a dull tingle in the air below her thigh. She drove the cane into the floor with a resounding crack, and met the eyes of her rescuer. A Charizard Morph. She recognized it instantly. The flaming tail, the wings tucked snugly to his bare back - it reminded her with a pang precisely of her own partner. The only Pokemon she had ever had, not counting the Haunter-turned-Gengar she had adopted from her father. She wondered if the Pokemon was still alive… “You should be more careful next time.”

A grin cracked the ghost girl’s face – not a happy one - and her red eyes gleamed. “You should keep more distance from people who are going to fall over.” Sometimes she wished she could hold her stupid tongue. When fights broke out in the cells, they almost always resulted in a draw. Those who survived were punished. You had to save that stuff for the Arena.

Vesper was almost relieved to hear another voice. “You okay?”

“Brilliant,” she said in immediate reply, eager to change the subject. The man had a striped face, tawny hair… a Growlithe? No, too big. Definitely Arcanine. His eyes were bright; not quite concerned, but intrigued. They strayed downward. “Yes,” she said, grinning harder. “I have a rather pronounced limp. You should see the other guy.”

Achoo!

“Bless you,” said Vesper without skipping a beat. She did a double-take. The kid in the corner was barely noticeable. And then that inhuman thing swirled within her and that blackish stuff that was her and not her, that indigo, that darkness – manifested. A left leg. Smooth, like Wailmer skin, and cool, and a little shiny as if with slime but perfectly dry to the touch. It was connected to the void in her chest, not the remnant of her missing limb, and touching it was like touching her soul. She was a harlequin from the waist down: black and white. Left and right. The chessboard – the battlefield of her body. Step, step, step. It was a conscious decision. She clicked her way with the cane to the far end of the cell. “You don’t have to be scared,” she said seriously, a frown furrowing her brow. Vesper had never been very good with this sort of thing. The kid looked young, but was probably older than he looked. She could feel his warmth even standing over him. All these damn fire types. “I won’t eat you. Maybe. I can’t speak for the other guys.”

And then it dawned on her. Vesper lifted her eyes to look out over her new cell and her new cellmates. A bunch of boys. Oh, God. Vesper could just feel the testosterone permeating the dank air. Great. A sigh slipped through her nose – but the ghost of a smile held fast to her thin lips.
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The Zoroark Matthias

Matthias was brought into the 'living quarters' where the rest of the Pokemorphs were being kept. Or at least those who haven't decided to allow themselves to become mindless cronies of the group that did this to them. When the door closed, the Zoroark morph brushed his shoulder fur with one hand. "For a race that is supposed to be so advanced, these ones act more like educated barbarians." he commented, looking to the closed door behind him.

Still, he did not wish to bring about his own end or any further harm to the Pokemon that were taken from him. He managed to study the path they brought him down, from the lab to this cell. He was already starting to think of how to escape. Of course, he would need more information, perhaps an informant within the Rocket ranks.
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The Metang Anthony

Anthony's metal hand traced the contours of the cell's walls. They were made of a strange metal; custom made, by the looks of it, to resist both freezing cold and burning heat, and to remain as impenetrable as the strongest steel. But I do not need to break them, Anthony reminded himself. I only need to bend them. His hand tightened, and the faint embers of power rustled in his arm as those innate abilities of magnetism inside his DNA awoke. It would be so easy...bend open the bars, slip through, and then...

Then nothing. There were too many guards, too many uncontrollable variables. Best to stay inside, where it was nice and cool and quiet.

Or at least, it used to be. Now, there is only darkness and fire.

Anthony looked over his shoulder, gazing over his new inmates. It must have been some kind of personal offense that he had been put in this cell- the combined heat of three different Fire morphs was already slowing his thought processes down. Slowly, he drank in the details: the female by the wall, while in need of a prosthetic, certainly had the look of one who wouldn't go down easily. Anthony made a mental note to watch that one. Then there was the Charizard...moody, perhaps, but with a soft spot. That kind always was so easy to manipulate. The other one, the Arcanine...well, what of him? He would be dealt with in his own time.

Finally, Anthony's gaze fell on the next occupant of the cell, and his left eye began whirring frantically. An eerie red glow shone from it, like a spotlight, as it cast light on the corner and began dissecting the person huddled within. The heat emanating from this one was intense- simply shaking his hand would probably blow Anthony's brains out. This one was dangerous. This one could kill him without even realizing it. Should he be eliminated?

No. Anthony did not know enough about him. Simply attacking him now would probably eliminate the entire cell. So, the only choice now was...

Slowly, jerkily, still with the twitching eye trained on the Flareon morph, Anthony turned around and raised an arm. "Oh, hel-lo. Bless you." he said, mildly, waving. "How are you doing? I did not see you in that corner there. Join us! I will not hurt you."

He watched the Female out of the corner of his right eye, suspiciously. A contender for gaining the trust of the Enemy? Perhaps. She had her uses, too, though. They would all have their uses, in the end.

In this cell, we breed darkness in the soul and fire in the mind.
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The Flareon Jason

Jason was blushing to himself, as he seemed to receive all of the attention of the cell, being the one hiding in the corner. Two of the morphs had already addressed him, saying Hi and that it was all right to come out with the others. He was sure the other two were looking at him as well, although he dare not look at them to see if they actually were. The girl who had come over to him, he noticed, had stopped a few feet away, obviously feeling the heat of the air that surrounded him. Standing close to him, was like standing near a fire. You can only bare it for so long. Fire morphs were the only ones who could get too close, which put him secluded from most of the other morphs.

As he finally stood up and looked around the room, it was obvious that out of the boys he was definitely the shortest, being an inch or 2 taller than the girl that stood before him. He finally shot a glance to the other 2, recognizing them immediately as 2 other Fire morphs, letting out a small sigh of relief. One he looked at a little closer for just a second. "An Arcanine..." he decided in his mind, thinking that he was slightly attractive, but he still couldn't see him very well in this light. He blushed to himself about this but this blush was shattered when what appeared to be a Metal morph started shining a red sort of spotlight on him. He couldn't make out the exact Pokemon though. He'd never been good with Metal types.

He suddenly realized that this made him the most illuminated in the room, and easiest to see. He was wearing his usual cut off tee shirt, which stopped at the beginning of his stomach, and his short shorts. All to stay cool. His body was very feminine. At first glance he could be easily mistaken for a girl.

He stepped forward, a little embarrassed, and started to speak in a small voice. "I-I'm Jason..." he stopped, not knowing what else to say as the others looked at him. He never liked being the center of attention but that's how it always seemed to turn out for him.
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The Arcanine Marcus

“Brilliant. Yes, I have a rather pronounced limp. You should see the other guy.”

Marcus blinked in confusion. The other guy? What was she talking about? Maybe he was missing something. He always was. He almost lifted his head to scratch again, but stopped and eyed his nails ruefully. Why was his head itching so badly?

Achoo!

“Bless you.” The girl-Vesper?- said, not skipping a beat. Marcus tried not to stare as a strange black substance formed the bottom part of her leg. It was... unnerving, to say the least. She walked over to the sneezer- a Flareon morph. There were a lot of Fire type morphs in the cell. “I won’t eat you. Maybe. I can’t speak for the other guys.”

"For a race that is supposed to be so advanced, these ones act more like educated barbarians." Marcus looked up to see another morph. He was new. Marcus couldn't recognize the morph... Maybe it was from that new region, Isshu. Zorua? Zoroark? That sounded about right...

His attention was drawn away again when someone else spoke. "Oh, hel-lo. Bless you." It was a metal morph. He kinda creeped Marcus out. The morph raised an arm in greeting. Maybe a Metang morph. "How are you doing? I did not see you in that corner there. Join us! I will not hurt you." A red light illuminated the corner of the cell where the Flareon morph sat. Marcus realized that the red light came from the metang morph- his eye, more specifically.

"I-I'm Jason..." The Flareon morph spoke hesitantly, flushing. 'Jason, it seemed, was small, slender, and had a slightly feminine form. He was clad in shorts and a cut off tee. Marcus wondered why. He decided to speak up.

"I'm Marcus." Marcus said, letting a grin twitch across your face. "Nice to meet you all."
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The Charizard Checkers

Checkers leant against the wall, arms folded again. He ignored all the voices that were swirling round the room. The flame on his tail flickered lazily again as he felt the familiar feel of the Charmander that he wish he had.

Of all the things Team Rocket could have taken they had to take the Charmander. An image flashed through Checkers mind. It was of him and the Charizard he was morphed with. She was holding an egg.

Checkers felt a twinge at the back of his head. He scratched it and than the tattoo on his left arm. He folded his arms again and went back to his memories.

After a while he heard a sneeze. He opened his eyes to see a pokemorph, another fire one. He watched all the morphs talk, the noises they made swirling round his mind. He watched them and made note of the pokemon they were morphed with and what there names were. The girl he saved, Vesper. An Arcanine by the looks of things, Marcus. A Flareon, Jason. Then there was the other two...

He knew one of them was a Metang and the other...he was strange.

Checkers made a mental note to ask these two there names. But not yet...Checkers looked out the 'window' and saw the sky. How he whished he could fly on that Charizard again. He fiddled with his bracelet, a sign that he's agitated and wants a fight, before speaking. "So these are the people I get stuck with. Hmm you lot don't look like much."
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The Flareon Jason

Jason smiled at the vocalization of the other Fire morph. The Arcanine who said his name was Marcus. Since he was already exposed and had greeted himself, he decided to try and not be scared for a few minutes. He shuffled over and shook Marcus's hand with a smile. He made a mental note of Marcus's strong grip against his own frail hand.

He looked at him and wondered. Could Marcus feel the heat?? Just being around Jason for a few minutes could make people sweat but actually shaking his hand or even touching him in anyway would be even worse. Could this other Fire morph feel that?? Did it just not affect him?? Or maybe he even had a heat of his own that Jason just couldn't feel. These thoughts swirled in his head as he shook hands with Marcus.

Then Jason heard the other morph speak up. A Charizard.

"So these are the people I get stuck with. Hmm you lot don't look like much."

Jason's ears twitched as he heard this, quickly flattening to his head as he took the comment personally. He had long before learned how to control the movement of his ears and tail by much concentration. He looked down, wanting to say something, but didn't. After that he quickly receded back to his corner, hurt. He was weak. He knew that. Not physically of course. He’d learned how to use his new powers and considered himself to be very strong in the arena. But his mind and personality and all of his feelings, he was weak. He was sensitive. He cried easily, which was something he was straining himself not to do now. Many of the other morphs refused to take him seriously as an opponent or even a person because of this fact.
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The Zoroark Matthias

Matthias merely cracked a smirk to the comment. "You must not have been much of a trainer, were you? Any trainer or coordinator worth their salt doesn't judge on appearances. They judge on skill. And besides..." Matthias's body appeared like it shifted into an exact replica of the Charizard morph. The only separating difference was that Robert's body emanated a thin layer of pure dark energy. "...you fit your own comment." he spoke before changing his illusion form to look like a Blastoise, then a Rocket grunt in full uniform, then finally letting the illusion disperse and looking like his original morphed self once more.

"Now, while you're busy degrading everyone, I'll resume doing something useful. Like figuring out a way to destroy Team Rocket from within." he commented, crossing his arms over his chest. If there was one good thing that came from his unforeseen circumstances, it was his gained power to create illusions, his Zoroark's natural ability. With it, he could look like anyone, and only those capable of seeing auras would be able to tell the difference right away. The fact that he couldn't use a wide variety of moves other than fire and dark attacks would probably be the other factor. After all, a Blastoise can't use fire attacks, or any of the other unique moves only Isshu region Pokemon can use unless they are taught.
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The Gengar Vesper


Vesper retreated from the excited Flareon boy – leg, cane, shadow; leg, cane, shadow – and back to her wall, spine pressed up against it. Down she slid, drawing up her knee, dropping the stick. The false leg disappeared in a coil of smoky darkness and the girl relaxed, crimson eyes shut to the cell. The Metang boy was very near. He seemed under a great deal of stress, twitching very slightly, just enough for Vesper to notice. She peeked at him out of the corner of her eye. The Phantom was bothering her. It was also twitching. It seemed to be twitching in time with the twitchy Morph. Yet another proof that it existed only in her head. She gave a disgusted sigh and closed her eye again.

The shadow was exhausting. Sweat beaded on her forehead. She looked paler than usual. She felt ill.

That Charizard kid was really pissing her off. Him with his silly tattoo and his silly tail and his silly oblivious attitude. She had once mounted the back of a Charizard and breathed the freezing wingbeats of the world, beyond words, beyond evil, beyond blood, beyond purity. This man – this boy – tainted that.

“You lot don’t look like much.” Please. Vesper had earned the right to stay alive. She had earned her way out of the medical facility and into this place, this place that offered no bed and no pills for the pain, and no chance at a nice piece of machinery to walk on. She had to prove her worth or die, go to that back room, seen no more. Vesper knew how a Charizard fought. She could take him in the Arena.

She rolled her eyes at witless Jason in the corner, disregarding her own displays of friendship. He had been interesting for a moment. Now his pathetic nature was clear. Weaklings did not belong here. But then again, no one belonged here.

Marcus seemed genuinely nice. He was like a giant dog. Eager, curious. It was rare to find such positive energy in the Institute; he also did not belong here. She caught his tentative smile and shook her head.

And then there was that thing, that strange thing, the illusionist, blending almost completely into the shadows. He seemed too familiar, too wily, friends with the darkness. Too much like her, but stronger. Vesper didn’t like him. And yet she held him in respectful distaste. Her eyes lingered on his shiny black fur, intrigued – the thing could destroy her, she knew.

Which brought her gaze back to that Metang boy. Vesper covered her grin with a modest palm. Sometimes it was rude to smile. But the way he spoke; “Oh, hel-lo.” She couldn’t help herself. She laughed shortly.

“Hey, you, steel type, what’s your name?” said Vesper, trying to get the Metang boy’s attention. “Hey.” She took up the end of her cane and tapped him on the sleeve, and a dull metallic twang resounded on impact. “Nice arm.”
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Old 09-25-2010, 11:23 AM
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The Feraligatr Dennis

Dennis was off to a side in the cell, doing one-armed push ups. What else was there to do? Sit and mope? He wasn't that kind of person. Unlike probably most of these guys, he liked his powers. He loved his new found strength and water-based abilities. He didn't blame the others though, he accepted that not everyone wanted power. They were all, as far as he knew, a nice group of people. You just had to talk them out of their little holes now and again.

"So these are the people I get stuck with. Hmm, you lot don't look like much."

Then there was this ass-hole. He didn't show it, but even looking at this guy annoyed Dennis. A little ginger boy, small (Well, compared to Dennis) and weak looking. Just like that little trembling Jason kid.

Dennis got up on his feet and placed his hands on his waist, a sign that he too was agitated. "Can't wait to slap your **** sideways, ginger boy." He told the Charizard morph before turning his attention to the others in the room.

This Matthias guy, he was smart. He liked that.
Vesper, the only girl in this cell. How hard that must be...
And then the Metang and Arcanine. For some reason, he liked Anthony's personality, didn't know why. It amused him. Marcus, pretty nice guy. Maybe a bit too nice.

Otherwise, Dennis had a group of almost universally different people. What an interesting time this would be, hm...?
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