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Plot: After the evil mastermind Giovanni managed to successfully recreate Team Rocket under its new name; Team Rainbow Rocket, the vengeful leader vowed to take vengeance on the 'stupid children' that caused it to disband in the first place, and stopped him from recreating it sooner.

His plan to do so, however, could be described as cruel and horrible. Before even tracking down his main victims, he needed to summon a whole lot of other victims first; the pokemon known as Legendary. To achieve this, he sent grunts all over the regions to gather the summon objects of each beast and force summon them to his base, this caused a side effect of the unfortunate souls to adopt human forms (gjinkas). In addition to the illegal methods of summoning, the pokemon were exposed to harsh treatment and awful experimentation that corrupted the minds of some. Others resisted, and remained in the prison holding onto the one thing they still had, free will.

Giovanni plans to use these corrupted Legendaries to exact his revenge on the child 'menaces', but the Legendaries have a plan, a plan to escape, and may even turn the Rocket Boss's plans against him. You are one of these legendary pokemon, and are in a cell at the Team Rainbow Rocket's main base.

Gira slowly awoke from the brink of unconsciousness. Where... was he. How did he get here? He attempted to rise. What the... he had legs...? What had happened to his body? Then his memory’s slowly returned as the Overseer of the distortion realm winced, rubbing his head. So that handbrake been some weird nightmare. Great. He rose and Yawned, still not used to this... human form.

Melty hadn’t awoken since arrival. Upon her containment box being opened, she had appeared. She was still asleep in her cell. No attempts to bring her out of this sleep had worked yet.

Dia sat in the corner of her cell, shaking and rubbing her shoulder. Her hope hadn’t died yet, and even still talked nicely, and softly to her captors, not uttering a single hateful word.

Akuma hadn’t resisted. He had willingly turned himself over. He had no reason to fight them. Besides, maybe things would get interesting for a change

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What do you remember?
Elysian remembered getting asked that countless times by the faceless officials who strode around these halls. Her answer, was as always, nothing. In her memory, there was not a speck of the rolling verdant hills of the lands of her namesake. It’s been two years? Three? Being confined, the goddess of life has certainly lost count. She saw no change in setting from the cold white walls; the distant wails, the steel bars that she’d tried to break before. She knew the cause of the screams; her own back was a map of Team Rainbow Rocket’s brutality. Still, she had to admit that the sheer gall that these mere mortals exhibited in their attempt to break her was … amusing; her sole source of jest. Her body was more emaciated than when she had known famine and starvation in Arceus’s holy grounds, and she was marred with bruises - some the size of a quarter and others…the size of a basketball. However, her posture remained self-asssured, formidably so.

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For someone who has been from hell and back, Morrigan was doing…absolutely wonderful. Even through all of the abuse they’d thrown at her, her feathers were pristine and sleek, and she still moved with the sensuous grace one might akin to a vampire out of a children’s fable. The gown she wore rustled quietly on each deathly quiet floor. Her depthless lightning-blue eyes glowed with pristine jest. And the cunning grin upon her face could be mistaken for a fading snarl of disdain or seductive charm. Even though she had appeared to be ‘corrupted’ she had been marked with an ebony rune that placed the smallest halter on her abilities. Chains, if you will. The mere mention of it through her thoughts brought a bitter cackle. She was death incarnate; dangerous, and she knew it. Liked it.

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Spiri sat in the corner of her cell, hands shaking. They had been trembling madly ever since she'd been yanked from her cave in response to the irresistible call of the Light Stone. She couldn't tell if it was fear or disbelief causing them to shake this way, or maybe anger. Maybe all three. The cell would be cold, if it wasn't for the internal fire in her being. It was chilling, however, this trapped feeling, that pierced down into her soul. Everything here was rough, and hard, and nightmare plagued. She didn't even know what her stupid captors wanted from her yet, and quite frankly, wasn't very interested in sticking around to find out.

Meka had never been easy to capture, so this was certainly something. Was this how Flick felt? She wondered. She didn't find the place so miserable as she found it consistently disappointing, and boring! She didn't like boring or uncomfortable at all, so she tried to poke fun at the guards and the fellow prisoners from time to time. Well, by 'from time to time' I mean constantly. She hovered at the edge of her cell, face pressed against the bars, waiting for something interesting to happen for once, unlikely as it was.

Flick was pacing, as was normal for him. Back in Cerulean cave, he had retrieved his rock, the beloved object, and was clutching it like a lifeline. He let out little growls and grunts as he walked, probably annoying someone, but did he care? Of course not! He wasn't even thinking about the other prisoners in the dungeon with him as much as he was thinking of his own rage and of course, Giovanni. He thought he was at last rid of the evil boss with the creation of the shadow mewtwo, but apparently not!

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Directly across from Meka’s cell though, it was finally time for the master of alchemy to awaken. It started out as a twitching spasm. Melty began twitching, and to the outside. Looked like she was having a seizure, this was the first movement Melty had made since arrival

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Meka didn't make a verbal reaction, just stared intently at the box. This was...Meltan? Right? She'd never really seen Meltan before, so she was curious. Glancing around, she wondered who else was watching..just her? Okay. She let a little smile cross her face as her boredom was killed for that brief moment.

Zeta was on the bed in the room offered to him. He knew Fyssi wasn't in a cell. That, combined with Akuma and the other 'turned' legendary Gjinkas wandering, worried him, though his annoying triumphant grin would state otherwise. Sparks leaped from claw to claw as he entertained himself by the simple watching of the tiny light, and imagined it shocking his foes and him seeing the pained look on their faces. Oh how it amused him! Especially in his 'corrupted' state.

Fyssi growled, rubbing the restraining collar on her neck. Farore was in the room with her, the one thing that kept this awful energy from controlling her was her psychic emotional connection with the baby Lugia's soul. She wanted to free the prisoners, her allies, her friends, but couldn't due to Giovanni's hold on her. It would change soon, though. While she couldn't directly free them, she would certainly aide their inevitable escape attempt.

Spiri's 'brother' was pacing the halls of the base, feeling bored. All the other legendaries were too cunning for him to battle, and the grunts were either too pathetic or too scared to 'train' against him. And with the prisoners safely locked up, his life as a Rocket 'slave' had been pretty uneventful so far. Archion just dared those idiots to attempt escape just so he had something to do. He 'visited' the prisoners from time to time, but they either gave him the cold shoulder or were grumpy to him, with the exception of three, Meka, who was annoyingly energetic, Melty, who was asleep, and Dia, who was actually nice.

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Isa sat in contemplation, floating lazily above the ground as he examined his new appendages. How did these things stuck to his torso work? Having spent most of his life having wings instead of what he assumed were arms, Isa experimentally moved them as he would wings and found that they did absolutely nothing. Well that was disappointing and he was sure that he looked a fool doing it. It had been embarrassingly easy how he was taken in, having just come out of his century long sleep as a Cosmoem.

Sitting hidden in the shadows with lithe legs crossed primly and hands hovering serenely before a steady rising a falling stomach, Shaka floated aimlessly as warm eyelids covered sightless eyes, senses stretched out to take in as much information as possible. So many people, so many dreams. One could practically taste the sweet syrup of sleep dripping off one before it soured. Shaka had found this place by following the scent of nightmares and darkness, finding the other half of the night in the process and completely by accident. It had been so long since the two had bumped into each other, the hundreds of millennia changing Shaka greatly into someone that barely resembled the person Shaka had been all those eons ago. Still, Shaka hid in the shadows and meditated, knowing that Akuma wouldn't spot the serene legendary just yet. Shaka would like to keep it that way.

With a yawn, Zexion blinked his eyes open, unused to so... dim vision. As a space god, he was used to seeing vast galaxies and beautiful stars, not drab walls. Groaning, he lifted himself up on unsteady hands and gasped, looking down at them in surprise. Okay, so he had hands now, that was new..... Other legendaries were present if he took the time to look around, familiar shapes greeting his eyes as he pressed against the bars of the cell he was trapped in. If he squinted, he could make out an unfamiliar face, rubbing what seemed to be an injured shoulder.

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Luke wakes up but has a huge headache. Where was he? What was he? There were so many questions that needed answering right now, but then looks down. He has been chained. He looks at his body. What happened to it. He struggles, making loud noises with his chains, hoping to try and break free from the chains. Nothing. He sighs. Where was this place, and why was he here.

Jack slowly starts to wake up. He looks around him, seeing that he was in a cell. What happened? The last thing he remembered was, what? He didn’t remember where he was last, wondering where he was. He looked down at his body, seeing that it was human. He sees that he is chained down. He struggles a bit, but nothing happens. He grunts a bit angry.

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Directly across from Zexion, it would become appellate to from the tendrils, and the tail that extended from his now humane body, that Giratina stood before him, his eyes a bit foggy, as he was lost in his own thought. He had yet to even notice the one he considered a brother. He after all, did not plan to stay here.


Melty slowly rose to her feet. She was sleepy and. Confused. She did not fee hunger yet, only a tiredness one would feel upon a 1000 year slumber. She scratched her head... then stared at her hands in wonder

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Squinting to see better, Zexion gasped as he saw the faint movement of lazily floating tendrils, identifying it as someone who he hadn't see in a very very long time. Wetting chapped lips, Zexion tried to shout and garner Gira's attention before he realized that he wasn't sure how humans communicated. Sure he had seen humans move their pink flesh things and sounds came out but now that he was in a human body, it was weird. How did he speak?

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Echo groggily woke up, letting out a soft groan as he opened his eyes. It was a little blurry at first, so he blinked to clear up his vision. He was very confused at first, stumbling up to his feet. When he saw where he was, he just became even more confused, which he wasn't sure was possible. "How did I get here?" He wondered aloud, glancing at his surroundings.

Grace had woken up about 5 minutes prior to Echo, and was laying on the floor. She had already attempted escape a few times to no avail. So, she decided to just sit and daydream until something happened. Probably not the best thing to do in this situation, but she really couldn't think of anything else.

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Dia began to sing softly. The song had no words, but she sung a peaceful tune. Relaxing even. It was strong enough to snap Gira out of his thoughts and listen in.

Akuma heard the faint song coming from the cells below him. He frowned as he recognized the voice.

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Spiri leaned back against the wall, still trembling. At this point she found it frustrating. She was the great legendary dragon of truth! This was not the image she wanted to be seen as., this mortal, trembling being reduced to a prisoner holding onto free will like it was an object. She hated everything to do with this place, and she was in the shadows of the cage, hoping no one saw her in this state. Normally, she would fill the air with whistling or an attempt at singing, but the strong, strange emotions that overwhelmed her seemed to keep her from doing so, and she hated that too. What was this feeling? This weak, helpless feeling? Whatever it was, make it go away!

Meka sat back and listened to the Diancie's song, still watching the Meltan. She had a very curious and naturally naive nature, so this pokemon she'd never really seen before, of course, fascinated her. She stayed at the edge of her cell, still hovering quite literally at the front of the cell, her feet about a foot off of the ground, her face felt cold with the strange heat-sucking material of the metal bars, which Meka couldn't stop quietly giggling at the weirdness of it.

Flick, on the other hand, was still pacing, except now he kept flicking dangerous looks at the bars of his cell, tail lashing so hard in his careless rage back and forth that it was a wonder it didn't slam into a wall. Not that he'd care. He wondered if the other prisoners here would attempt to escape, if they'd bother with him and, if they didn't, would they aid his own escape? Thoughts swirled in his head as he daydreamed of getting out of his reoccurring prisons, and stopping them altogether would be nice.

Fyssi decided to pay a little visit to the dungeons. She knew they wouldn't all know her, but enough may recognize her and see her as a friend somewhat, right? Surely they'd at least pay Farore some attention, as the little child hadn't left his mother's side in the strange place. It bothered Fyssi that he was silent, that never happened! No one would hurt him. She whispered as she walked. "Don't worry, little one, we'll be out of here soon." When she'd first arrived, Fyssi had found the base quite the maze, every hall looking almost exactly the same. Now she sort of had a map in her head, enough to find the dungeons, at least. Her footsteps could be heard from below.

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Morrigan pricked up her ears as a lonely fae’s voice drifted silently up the steps, each lyric and stanza dripping with honey sweet sugar. Despite being a rather brooding figure herself, she allowed herself a small acknowledgement of the word ‘peace.’ Oh how utterly gullible. she was being; she was no fool as to think that there was something like an elysian blessing of a cease fire in the world. There was always conflict, destruction, and ruin wherever beings wanted to achieve peace. However, that wasn’t what was starting to bug the mistress of death with anxiety. Several months ago, she and Eraqus had been at each other’s throats — and what happened afterwards was no small accident. The brooding fae remembered it too vividly; the ice, the pain as the cold lashed itself into her skin, and the horrible brutalistic ferality by which she and her ‘father’ had fought. It was like .. as if for a few moments they had lost all tenets of civility or control. Not that she was fettered by the words of man, that is. But the grudges ran deep, and she hadn’t bothered to mend their ravaged relationship even when he’d been forcibly summoned here along with the rest of her brethren. Not even attempted to glance at him; lest that look be the one that broke the restraints of her self-control and unlocked the dangerous uncontrollable rage within. She was powerful, sure; even in this state, but there was a reason that she’d welcomed the rune upon her brow. It kept something else locked within. Something mad, with a lust for violence that was insatiable. She’d let it out once, on her first day, and it had been an hour before they’d been able to subdue the raging beast. But not before she’d carved a path of carnage and blood.

Finally, jerking her brow up to the door which Fyssi had just stepped through, Morrigan stood up and gathered her dress so it did not tangle with her feet. Her heart started to pound in anticipation as she crossed the silent hallway. Arriving at Eraqus’s quarters, she took a deep breath and knocked three times.

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Amane woke up saw that he was in a dark room,he looked around and realise he had a human body “what happened?try to remember”he remembered the fact some grunts captured him when he was flying around his territory,he was experimented on and they gave him a human body.he groans for a bit before standing up and...he was floating?Apparently he still have his ability,levitate,even as a humanoid creature

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Bri could not believe he had been captured so easily. This was almost insulting to him, he had trained better than this. He quietly sat in the corner of his own cell, using his oversized hat to cover his eyes, masking his expression. He contemplated on escaping, wanting to find his friends. He promised, promised to show them around his home

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Amane trued to attack the room he’s in a couple of times but it never worked,it never even lay a scratch on it,the room was covered in metal that resisted any attacks so there was no way for him to get out of there,he can’t talk to anyone,can’t roam around the area,nothing,he can just sit there and think about the outside world

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In the cell across from the keldeo, Dia continued to sing softly, leaning against the wall with her eyes closed.

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Bri didn’t take much notice of the song. He was too focused on thinking of a way to escape. He thought of Melty. He thought of Zexion and Isa. He thought of Farore, all the legendaries who help sculpt him to the way he is now. He fiddled around his pockets for a wire so he could start lockpicking, but was having trouble doing so

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Amane heard the song,at least some of them were positive here,he lay down in his cell,listening to the sweet melody

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