Zora of Termina
forget your high society
- Pronoun
- fucking guess
“SCIENTIST’S LOG:
Jun. 11, 2010
Our experiment has begun. We have been ordered to research the infusion of Pokémon with music. Tests are underway as I write this.
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Aug. 07, 2010
Research is going smoothly. However, the infusion process is giving us trouble. None of the specimens appear to react in any form to the music to which they are exposed. It is worrisome, but the head of R&D is coming up with a way to seamlessly infuse the specimens.
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Oct. 2, 2010
We’ve done it! We have successfully spliced the first Pokémon with a song! We have created the music type! It appears that the Pokémon, when infused, will undergo a transformation of sorts that will give it the characteristics of the song it has been infused with. For example: A Pokémon infused with a song of lament would gain dark, depressive characteristics, while a Pokémon spliced with a song about flying might grow wings and have air-like qualities. Tests are still being run at this time.”
A young woman with striking azure hair scanned these notes by the candlelight in the dark lab. The most notable thing about her was the signature jacket of a Rocket Executive. She looked up from the research papers at the tanks in front of her. In them, many Pokémon floated peacefully, attached to wires and machines and such. But they were still ALIVE. Even as one of the most esteemed Executives Team Rocket had to offer, this was twisted and wrong.
“I have to stop this…” she pulled a shining blade out of its sheath at her waist - usually just a decoration on the wall in her office, but tonight she needed it. After all, they’d never be able to prove it was her. They’d blame Lance and his army of Trainers. She hated them - Lance HAD tried to destroy all of humanity after all - but manipulating Pokémon like this she had always objected to.
And that was when the first tank shattered.
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You wake up a few hours later. As one of the unsuspecting specimens, you have no idea what they did to you, only that you were normal one minute, then like this when you woke up. As you look around and see others like you, and the torn apart lab, you begin to realize what happened. And you wonder, is there a way to return to normal? And just what were you spliced with?
A large computer holds the answers. At first glance, it looks as if it's broken beyond repair due to the amount of damage done to it. But as you approach it, the exposed wires spark and it gives it's last message. A research log.
And that's when the journey to undo this mess starts. At the end, the log states that there is a shrine deep within the Snowpoint Temple, in Sinnoh. At this shrine, no matter how battered, bruised or deformed Pokemon have become, they leave it in a state that would give no inkling that anything at all had happened to the Pokemon. It returns them to normal.
And the Rockets aim to destroy it to eliminate any threat of Trainers finding their experiments and taking them to return to normal.
Now the journey to the shrine begins.
Or perhaps you're a human that's come across the wreckage? As you see these strange Pokemon, you wonder what happened to them. They retain the same basic build as their species, but they're so different at the same time...
What will you do? Will you run? Will you try to capture them? Or will you help them escape?
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RULES:
-Usual RPing rules (no godmoding, powerplaying, being a douche, etc)
-USE THE ENTER KEY. Hot damn.
-For the love of Christ, don't be a Legendary.
-You may have up to two characters, if you think you can handle it.
-This is rated PG-13. If you don't like blood or violenceand the occasional steamy sex scene, turn back now.
-Mary Sues will be mercilessly attacked by a rabid Persian with a metal arm.
-And speaking of that, Full Metal Cookies is co-modding this with me this time. So listen to her.
FORM--
Pokemon~
Name:
Gender:
Species: (Again, no Legendaries)
Appearance: (You DO kinda have to explain how the song affected their appearance after all)
Personality: (may be played out if you’re bad at writing these things out like I am)
Song:
Abilities: (must be related to the song’s lyrics)
Other:
Human~
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Appearance:
History: (Optional)
Pokemon: (Again, optional)
Jun. 11, 2010
Our experiment has begun. We have been ordered to research the infusion of Pokémon with music. Tests are underway as I write this.
-----------------------
Aug. 07, 2010
Research is going smoothly. However, the infusion process is giving us trouble. None of the specimens appear to react in any form to the music to which they are exposed. It is worrisome, but the head of R&D is coming up with a way to seamlessly infuse the specimens.
------------------------
Oct. 2, 2010
We’ve done it! We have successfully spliced the first Pokémon with a song! We have created the music type! It appears that the Pokémon, when infused, will undergo a transformation of sorts that will give it the characteristics of the song it has been infused with. For example: A Pokémon infused with a song of lament would gain dark, depressive characteristics, while a Pokémon spliced with a song about flying might grow wings and have air-like qualities. Tests are still being run at this time.”
A young woman with striking azure hair scanned these notes by the candlelight in the dark lab. The most notable thing about her was the signature jacket of a Rocket Executive. She looked up from the research papers at the tanks in front of her. In them, many Pokémon floated peacefully, attached to wires and machines and such. But they were still ALIVE. Even as one of the most esteemed Executives Team Rocket had to offer, this was twisted and wrong.
“I have to stop this…” she pulled a shining blade out of its sheath at her waist - usually just a decoration on the wall in her office, but tonight she needed it. After all, they’d never be able to prove it was her. They’d blame Lance and his army of Trainers. She hated them - Lance HAD tried to destroy all of humanity after all - but manipulating Pokémon like this she had always objected to.
And that was when the first tank shattered.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You wake up a few hours later. As one of the unsuspecting specimens, you have no idea what they did to you, only that you were normal one minute, then like this when you woke up. As you look around and see others like you, and the torn apart lab, you begin to realize what happened. And you wonder, is there a way to return to normal? And just what were you spliced with?
A large computer holds the answers. At first glance, it looks as if it's broken beyond repair due to the amount of damage done to it. But as you approach it, the exposed wires spark and it gives it's last message. A research log.
And that's when the journey to undo this mess starts. At the end, the log states that there is a shrine deep within the Snowpoint Temple, in Sinnoh. At this shrine, no matter how battered, bruised or deformed Pokemon have become, they leave it in a state that would give no inkling that anything at all had happened to the Pokemon. It returns them to normal.
And the Rockets aim to destroy it to eliminate any threat of Trainers finding their experiments and taking them to return to normal.
Now the journey to the shrine begins.
Or perhaps you're a human that's come across the wreckage? As you see these strange Pokemon, you wonder what happened to them. They retain the same basic build as their species, but they're so different at the same time...
What will you do? Will you run? Will you try to capture them? Or will you help them escape?
-------------------
RULES:
-Usual RPing rules (no godmoding, powerplaying, being a douche, etc)
-USE THE ENTER KEY. Hot damn.
-For the love of Christ, don't be a Legendary.
-You may have up to two characters, if you think you can handle it.
-This is rated PG-13. If you don't like blood or violence
-Mary Sues will be mercilessly attacked by a rabid Persian with a metal arm.
-And speaking of that, Full Metal Cookies is co-modding this with me this time. So listen to her.
FORM--
Pokemon~
Name:
Gender:
Species: (Again, no Legendaries)
Appearance: (You DO kinda have to explain how the song affected their appearance after all)
Personality: (may be played out if you’re bad at writing these things out like I am)
Song:
Abilities: (must be related to the song’s lyrics)
Other:
Human~
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Appearance:
History: (Optional)
Pokemon: (Again, optional)
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