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Lost Humanity
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Pokémon RP → Lost HumanityIn a lonely lab somewhere in the Alola region, a group of scientists have an idea for a new experiment. Now, the morality of these scientists are...questionable, to say the least, and their current idea involves a bit of....well kidnapping, no other way to put it.
Team Glade is what they call themselves, and while it may sound as if it's just another evil team, going around, stealing everybody's Pokémon and selling them for money, it's not that at all. This group of felons is not above kidnapping, murder, thievery, or trickery to get what they want.
Their idea will be tested. No matter what.
The victim (aka you) is a human, starting off, minding their own business. Life is ordinary, usual...until you feel a prick in your neck. You drop to the ground, and you see blackness.
Fast forward, and you wake in a cell, you realize your body is... different. As you look, you notice you are a Pokémon! Or...not? You still are a human, just...fused with a Pokémon? What is going on?! You need to get out! But the cell is indestructible. You later find out you are in custody of Team Glade, and you hear of their crimes. Will you stop them? Join them? Or just get the hell outta there? Your choice...but be careful with whatever you do...
Victim list
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Yumi, female, Cresselia
Moon, female, Absol
Crisux, Male, Reuniclus
Kera, Female, Zeraora
Luke, male, Goomy
Darius, Male, Yveltal
Moon, female, Absol
Crisux, Male, Reuniclus
Kera, Female, Zeraora
Luke, male, Goomy
Darius, Male, Yveltal
Team Glade
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Leader: Destiny, female.
Pokémon: Lucario
Admins: Reiji Katta, Female, Pokémon: Blacephalon
Shinobu, Female, Pokémon: Reuniclus
Ruby, Female, Pokémon: Delphox
Members:
Persephone, female, Pokémon: Sandslash(Alolan)(unlimited)
Admins: Reiji Katta, Female, Pokémon: Blacephalon
Shinobu, Female, Pokémon: Reuniclus
Ruby, Female, Pokémon: Delphox
Members:
Persephone, female, Pokémon: Sandslash(Alolan)(unlimited)
"Don't assume other people think the same way you do."
-Byakuya Togami (Danganronpa)
Yumi felt incredibly drowsy...her eyes were still blinking open when she realized something was off. Very off. Her clothing seemed to have changed. Her once lazily thrown-together outfit seemed to have adopted the color scheme of blue, gold, pink and purple for some reason...and what was that pink glow? As she took the time to realize this, she gain the strength to sit up at least. She leaned against the wall of her cell, waiting for her full consciousness to return
Shinobu was at a desk somewhere, repeatedly clicking a pen that she was holding, while her Reuniclus floated beside her, using her psychic powers to levitate berries up to her mouth. She had given her the name "Mitochondia", or Mito for short, after something that she had memorized in her science classes back when she was in junior high. Mito was one of the only ones in the world who Shinobu genuinely cared about, and she liked to think that Mito cared for her back. For now, she just continued to click her pen and watch Mito eat, while waiting for something to happen regarding the subjects...
"Don't assume other people think the same way you do."
-Byakuya Togami (Danganronpa)
Scarlet light pulsed within the darkness that held the brute, dancing behind his eyelids as he arose from his slumber. His head spun, the coppery taste of blood bathing his tongue where he likely bit it in the struggle. Disoriented, the male silently took inventory of his surroundings, though it was the miasmic blackness that was apparently so hard for him to penetrate. In fact, his entire body felt tampered with; felt wrong, as if someone had been poking and manipulating it like a puppet. A low growl brushed upon his parched throat, sending a burning sensation down to his parched throat; the male was suddenly yearning for water and becoming more than a little aware of his discomforts. Nausea curled deep in his gut; the fit of suffering that had befallen him was only trumped by the feeling of … helplessness. Nausea, and something else that stirred within him; a behemoth’s power, an executioners blade. Unhoned and raw, the power was a nagging presence that wouldn’t let Darius be. And then there were the chains upon his neck, pinning him to the wall, restricting his movement. The cold silver chains that held his throat with brutal intensity pressed upon his trachea and windpipe, making his breathing difficult. With similar mercilessness, two chains on either side of him prevented him from moving more than a few feet. The silver coils sat nearby like a metal serpent, their gleam mocking the being that they held.
The change in attire didn’t surprise Darius the most, but the power…raw and deadly. It spoke of death, destruction, thrumming with the ferocity of a thousand charging Tauros and the roar of a Dragonite. The power thrummed and whispered through the air, through the cells, stretching up even to the offices; daring anyone to challenge.
To test the wrath of Yveltal’s chosen one.
Standing up, the girl made a rough attempt at smoothing her rather ruffled hair, noticing she was wearing some kind of crown. Lifting it off, she saw it was a purple that fit her general color scheme. Placing it on the floor, she ran her fingers through her hair, and glanced around at the other cells, failing to notice that she was hovering slightly off the ground now.
Destiny noticed a light on one of her devices. According to the devices she had placed on her subjects, a few were beginning to awaken. She smiled a dark, disgusting smile, revealing her broken, bloody teeth. "Gloves!" She barked at the Lucario, who cracked an eye open at her command. "Rise and shine, sweetheart! We have to visit our guests." Her voice was sweet, but nasty too. You could tell she did not mean well at all. Not that Gloves cared, as he and his master left the office and began marching down the hall, the footsteps echoing through the quiet, dark lab.
The darkness within him purred inwardly, as Darius, with as much leeway as his bonds would allow, examined his new style of dress. A black tight-fitting tunic that looked more like a battle vest more than anything, with a series of red veins that resembled a Y. His hair had grown out…a bit, and now fell to his shoulders in a silky-smooth wave. He couldn’t help but compare the texture to something like…raven’s feathers or dragons scales. A mixture of them both, and messy as hell. His pants and boots - that resembled a dragon’s legs and claws, were also jet-black, and gave off the same menacing aura that the entire bodice did. Death incarnate, the triumphant of the night. He lazily examined what appeared to be razor-sharp talons in his knuckles, darker than even the cell, made for sinking and ripping into flesh. Half a thought retracted them with a click.
With the same cold disinterest, he examined the hollow, sunken fae and the two snarling guards. He recognized the Lucario, somewhat, though it didn’t really take physics to figure out that the lady was responsible for some, if not all, the changes done to his body. They’d caused him pain and given him a sedative, Darius pridefully admitted. But that didn’t mean that he owed anything to these a—holes. If anything, they’d given him the very weapons with which he would soon exact his vengeance. A pain in the ass, he might as well be, eh? “Never been better, your majesty.” Darius called out, coughing a bit to allow for a richer tenor to enter his now hoarse voice. Just a few weeks ago, his voice would’ve been darker and smoother, something that sent females into a blushing mess. Cruel-looking scarlet eyes fixated on the newcomer, “You, on the other hand, look absolutely horrible.”
Yumi's crown flew back to the girl's head as she absentmindedly brought it closer. She wanted to shy away from this b*tch. She made her nervous. Whoever had just spoken, she couldn't agree more with, she just...didn't like the evil vibes from this woman, and kept herself quiet. What was scaring her even more was the fact she felt she could see into the soul of this...Destiny...like her thoughts. Despite her own misgivings, the subjects in the cells near her could feel a calm, almost soothing aura from the lunar Pokémon's fusion.
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Shinobu had remained in the office, clicking her pen as she was doing before. After a while, she had gotten up, her usual cold gaze melting into a loving smile as she turned to face Mito. "Mito, sweetie, we should probably check to see if the prisoners are still alive~" she said to the Reuniclus, a genuine kindness in her voice as she spoke to her, "And yes, you can bring your snacks with you. Just because we're checking on the prisoners doesn't mean you should leave your dinner behind."
So Shinobu and Mito had begun making their way to the prison area as well, Shinobu's icy glare returning to her face almost as quickly as it left.
Yumi simply stepped backward in her cell, adjusting her crown. Well, I say stepped, but it was more of a backward motion as whatever force that was causing her to levitate jerked her back, as far away from the Glade leader as possible. Food sounded great right about now, especially as she realized how hungry she was, but she found that her voice seemed to have left her as she hid in the back of the dark box of her cell, staring at the ground, which was lit by the glow of her aurora. Not that that helped...
Shinobu walked into the prison area as well, alongside Mito. The only noises that had been coming from the pair were Mito's eating, and the footsteps and pen-clicking noises coming from Shinobu. She surveyed the subjects, not even speaking a word to them.
"Don't assume other people think the same way you do."
-Byakuya Togami (Danganronpa)
Her partner, Boomer, radiated his it's own aura of sorts - it tip-toed along, a respectable distance behind her, occasionally doing some sort of flip or kart wheel, earning a hard glare. The Blacephalon appeared emotionless as it did this, though, as if it was simply it's instinct to randomly perform kart wheels.
Their footsteps echoing through the dull corridors, the destructive duo made their way to the cells, which Reiji was quite intrigued to see - the subjects had, apparent, awoken, not knowing they would be.. Changed. At some point after this, they arrived, lurking in a shadowed hallway, listening and watching intently. A smile wormed across her face as she watched, but not the angelic smile you would see on a small child; more of a mad smile, of which you would see on a Hyena, ready to pounce on the first thing that moved, laughing in the face of death.