Zora of Termina
forget your high society
- Pronoun
- fucking guess
Yes I know. The title sucks, and it probably makes no sense. ><
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“Get in there, miserable, abusive Rocket tools!!”
A man in a bright green uniform cracked a whip angrily, and many people garbed in black were loaded onto a boxcar. To any ordinary person from our world, this would almost seem like a scene from Nazi-era Germany. But in the Pokemon world, where this scene unfolded, a battle had concluded. A massive battle that would decide the fate of said world itself.
From a platform above, the very same that Giovanni had used to speak on occasion, Lance the Dragon Master cackled. His Dragonite shot bluish fire at the helpless Rockets coming out of the badly damaged Viridian City landmark. Some were caught in the blaze and were killed, and it spurred the others to run faster.
“At last… At last I can finally go after the legendaries and cleanse this world of the humans… just me and the Pokemon…” Lance muttered, watching the utter chaos in the midst of the night.
Meanwhile, an azure-haired Executive glanced at her partner, green eyes shimmering with fear and sweat pouring off of her face. “This… how did we lose this?!”
“I don’t know…” her black-haired partner answered, “But it looks like the end of the line for Team Rocket, for us, and for humanity…”
The fires continued to burn Viridian City, and on a hill near the forest, a blue wolf-like Pokemon with a violet cloud streaming from its back watched the scene. It howled, and thunder roared before rain started to pour. Saddened and angered, the Suicune dashed off at top speed…
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The blond-haired girl peered out of the window of the mansion, just barely able to see a blue blur before shifting shape into a horse-like form for her own comfort. The Suicune burst into the door angrily, soaking wet, before transforming herself into a human.
“It’s happened. Lance has won, and he’s probably coming for us next.”
A Darkrai in the back scoffed, glancing at an Azelf. “Well then, we can’t let them do that, now can we? Fucking bastard…”
“No, we can’t…” the Arceus muttered grimly, “But the humans of this world are too divided… All the supporters of the Rockets have been captured, the trainers think the Dragon Master was blessed by my hand and that they should follow him… the only ones left who oppose his plan to eliminate the human race are us.”
“So what do you propose we do about it?” A Palkia growled, “You say all the humans are too divided, but what do you intend to do? Send us out and risk him getting his faggot-ass paws on us?”
“No, we can’t reveal ourselves. If he finds this mansion, we’re screwed. No, I know what we need to do…” she glared at the wall, and a swirling violet portal opened in front of her.
“What? Are you going to bring more humans?” the Darkrai snarked, ice blue eyes shining with bitterness, “Some of them could just as easily believe the lies of Lance’s trainers and work with them!!”
“Why do you think I’m the head legendary?” the Arceus laughed, “Some of them won’t even be humans.”
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Another normal day. You were tired as hell, and you were about to go to bed. As you fall asleep, you feel a presence in your bedroom, but shrug it off.
When you wake up, your surroundings are completely different.
Some of you may find yourselves in a cold, dank room. It’s dark, and it reeks of a dungeon of some sort. You can hardly see anyone, but you can hear the sounds of breathing all around you. It’s almost definitely a prison cell, because there are iron bars in front of the tiny windows and in other places, and there is little else in the room aside from a few cots and a toilet. What you can see of some of the prisoners is deplorable – there are whip scars all over them and some seem pale from sickness. As the prisoners wake up and notice you, the situation becomes clear as they explain. Now what do you decide to do? Will you aid the Rockets in escaping and stopping Lance? Will you refuse to believe them after finding out what they are, then join the trainers in world conquest?
Then there’s those of you who will wake up feeling a little different than usual. You’re not in your bedroom anymore, but the room you’re in is surprisingly comfortable. A young blond woman walks into the room and asks if you’re feeling alright, then asks you to not panic, and to look at yourself. You look down, and see that you are no longer human. You’re a Pokemon, though what kind would depend on the person. The woman seems to smirk at your surprise, then explains to you what is going on, where you are, and what she is. She shows you by transforming, then tells you why you’re there, and that it’s up to you to decide what you do now. The same questions hang in the air for you. Do you believe Lance is in the right? Or will you try to stop him?
Yes, this is a bit of a… different, twist on the Rockets, I know.
Aaanyway, rules:
-There WILL be blood in this, and there will probably be killing. If you can’t stomach that, don’t join.
-You may be either human or Pokemon. Your choice.
-Only legendaries allowed are the trio Pokemon and the Latis.
-No one-liners. Try to make your post at least two sentences and if it must be two make them lengthy.
-No your personality may NOT be played out, but if you suck at sticking to filled out ones like I do, you can make it short.
-No godmodding
-No flaming
-Two characters at the most.
Form - Human
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Personality:
Appearance:
Side: (Simple. Do you side with the Rockets or with Lance's army?)
Other: (optional)
No, the humans won’t have Pokemon to start off. Obviously if you came from our world and randomly appeared in a prison there, you probably wouldn’t have any.
Form - Pokemon:
Name:
Gender:
Species: (Of Pokemon)
Age: (Human years are preferred)
Personality:
Appearance:
Side:
Other:
Now my form:
Name: Cara Wilson
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Personality: She's known by others to be sweet and kind, but has been bitter and angry the few weeks before this. Particularly at a specific group of people.
Appearance: Brown hair, and greenish-hazel eyes. Outfit consists of a bright red shirt, blue jeans and regular shoes. Very fair skin, burns easily, stands around 5'3".
Side: Rockets, because I always follow the good guys for some reason.
Other: None
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“Get in there, miserable, abusive Rocket tools!!”
A man in a bright green uniform cracked a whip angrily, and many people garbed in black were loaded onto a boxcar. To any ordinary person from our world, this would almost seem like a scene from Nazi-era Germany. But in the Pokemon world, where this scene unfolded, a battle had concluded. A massive battle that would decide the fate of said world itself.
From a platform above, the very same that Giovanni had used to speak on occasion, Lance the Dragon Master cackled. His Dragonite shot bluish fire at the helpless Rockets coming out of the badly damaged Viridian City landmark. Some were caught in the blaze and were killed, and it spurred the others to run faster.
“At last… At last I can finally go after the legendaries and cleanse this world of the humans… just me and the Pokemon…” Lance muttered, watching the utter chaos in the midst of the night.
Meanwhile, an azure-haired Executive glanced at her partner, green eyes shimmering with fear and sweat pouring off of her face. “This… how did we lose this?!”
“I don’t know…” her black-haired partner answered, “But it looks like the end of the line for Team Rocket, for us, and for humanity…”
The fires continued to burn Viridian City, and on a hill near the forest, a blue wolf-like Pokemon with a violet cloud streaming from its back watched the scene. It howled, and thunder roared before rain started to pour. Saddened and angered, the Suicune dashed off at top speed…
-----------------------
The blond-haired girl peered out of the window of the mansion, just barely able to see a blue blur before shifting shape into a horse-like form for her own comfort. The Suicune burst into the door angrily, soaking wet, before transforming herself into a human.
“It’s happened. Lance has won, and he’s probably coming for us next.”
A Darkrai in the back scoffed, glancing at an Azelf. “Well then, we can’t let them do that, now can we? Fucking bastard…”
“No, we can’t…” the Arceus muttered grimly, “But the humans of this world are too divided… All the supporters of the Rockets have been captured, the trainers think the Dragon Master was blessed by my hand and that they should follow him… the only ones left who oppose his plan to eliminate the human race are us.”
“So what do you propose we do about it?” A Palkia growled, “You say all the humans are too divided, but what do you intend to do? Send us out and risk him getting his faggot-ass paws on us?”
“No, we can’t reveal ourselves. If he finds this mansion, we’re screwed. No, I know what we need to do…” she glared at the wall, and a swirling violet portal opened in front of her.
“What? Are you going to bring more humans?” the Darkrai snarked, ice blue eyes shining with bitterness, “Some of them could just as easily believe the lies of Lance’s trainers and work with them!!”
“Why do you think I’m the head legendary?” the Arceus laughed, “Some of them won’t even be humans.”
~~~~~~~~~~~
Another normal day. You were tired as hell, and you were about to go to bed. As you fall asleep, you feel a presence in your bedroom, but shrug it off.
When you wake up, your surroundings are completely different.
Some of you may find yourselves in a cold, dank room. It’s dark, and it reeks of a dungeon of some sort. You can hardly see anyone, but you can hear the sounds of breathing all around you. It’s almost definitely a prison cell, because there are iron bars in front of the tiny windows and in other places, and there is little else in the room aside from a few cots and a toilet. What you can see of some of the prisoners is deplorable – there are whip scars all over them and some seem pale from sickness. As the prisoners wake up and notice you, the situation becomes clear as they explain. Now what do you decide to do? Will you aid the Rockets in escaping and stopping Lance? Will you refuse to believe them after finding out what they are, then join the trainers in world conquest?
Then there’s those of you who will wake up feeling a little different than usual. You’re not in your bedroom anymore, but the room you’re in is surprisingly comfortable. A young blond woman walks into the room and asks if you’re feeling alright, then asks you to not panic, and to look at yourself. You look down, and see that you are no longer human. You’re a Pokemon, though what kind would depend on the person. The woman seems to smirk at your surprise, then explains to you what is going on, where you are, and what she is. She shows you by transforming, then tells you why you’re there, and that it’s up to you to decide what you do now. The same questions hang in the air for you. Do you believe Lance is in the right? Or will you try to stop him?
Yes, this is a bit of a… different, twist on the Rockets, I know.
Aaanyway, rules:
-There WILL be blood in this, and there will probably be killing. If you can’t stomach that, don’t join.
-You may be either human or Pokemon. Your choice.
-Only legendaries allowed are the trio Pokemon and the Latis.
-No one-liners. Try to make your post at least two sentences and if it must be two make them lengthy.
-No your personality may NOT be played out, but if you suck at sticking to filled out ones like I do, you can make it short.
-No godmodding
-No flaming
-Two characters at the most.
Form - Human
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Personality:
Appearance:
Side: (Simple. Do you side with the Rockets or with Lance's army?)
Other: (optional)
No, the humans won’t have Pokemon to start off. Obviously if you came from our world and randomly appeared in a prison there, you probably wouldn’t have any.
Form - Pokemon:
Name:
Gender:
Species: (Of Pokemon)
Age: (Human years are preferred)
Personality:
Appearance:
Side:
Other:
Now my form:
Name: Cara Wilson
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Personality: She's known by others to be sweet and kind, but has been bitter and angry the few weeks before this. Particularly at a specific group of people.
Appearance: Brown hair, and greenish-hazel eyes. Outfit consists of a bright red shirt, blue jeans and regular shoes. Very fair skin, burns easily, stands around 5'3".
Side: Rockets, because I always follow the good guys for some reason.
Other: None
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