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Pokemon Fighting Against Corruption Revamp rp
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Pokémon RP → Pokemon Fighting Against Corruption Revamp rpThe Legendary Pokemon of the Pokemon world have been corrupted by a mysterious organization that has yet to be named. The world is in need of saviors, and you have been chosen. Arceus themselves were captured and had their mind tainted as well, and combined their power with Mew's as a last hope to choose pure-hearted humans, not necessarily trainers, as well as the pure hearted among Pokemon, and turn them into Legendary Pokemon themselves, sending a desperate message; "Save us..."
Answer the call to save the Legendary Pokemon. Fight the corruption, and be rewarded.
You wake up in a mysterious field, the message of Arceus's last words before falling under their control echoing through your mind. You look at yourself and notice your appearance is different, and as you look around you see others like you.
A shadow drifted across the field; a vessel blocking the sunlight from reaching it's blinding hand towards the chosen. After an instant, it moved on, as all things in this world must - all things but Loupe.
She sat upright, grass gently massaging her back, and stared into the sphere of fire. Something about her felt different, in a way, like at any moment, she could melt into nothingness, she could dissolve into despair. Groggily, she looked down at herself, before yelping and scrambling back, suddenly afraid of herself. Her body was coal-black, and fuzzy, as if constantly moving, and from her stubby legs drifted waves of darkness. Her arms also had strange, oval lumps attached to them, and she could tell that her face wasn't normal, though she couldn't see it. What on Earth was happening?- no, not Earth. She looked like some sort of shadow from Hell. Taking deep breaths, she turned her attention to the others around her, who looked rather a lot like monsters to her - trying to distract herself.
But waking up with those same electric prods sticking out of your head and your fur playing a switch-a-roo and being somehow ridiculously overgrown and minuscule,, Oh, If they were expecting to wake up at all, their uncomfortably flat eyes would pop out of their visor- They have a visor now for Arceus sake!
Twin puffs of steam flew from the holes in their face (Oh, good gracious-) as they tiredly forced their oversized head out of their hiding place between their equally oversized paws. And oh, their visor did a hard reset at the sigh they met with- Those are legends, arent they? ... Huh, maybe they really are dead. They didn't need fancy nebulas at the edge of their vision to foresee a headache in the near future.
"No! Please! I can't bear it!"
Intense, deep blue eyes peeked from under large white, feathered eyelids as the selected creature took in her surroundings. An intense white light pierced her eyes in an instant, causing her to squint block it out. What was this? She was no longer in Leaf Town...where the large trees sheltered the inhabitants from the great sun. Instead she was bathed in sunlight, and heat. What was once a crunchy, leafy underlay was now bright greenish yellow blades of grass...where was she?
The kitsune lifted her odd head from the ground, beginning to stand up, but as her stiff muscles rippled in response, she felt the biggest change...in place of her tiny, soft quad set of pads, she had large feet, with wicked silver claws curling from their tips. Similar claws came from wings protruding from her shoulders. Her neck was longer, so her head stood taller than it ever did as a fox...with white plumage replacing the dark, shadowy look the terrified former guide had once had
Well, she had not been expecting this...
Still groggy and confused, Yoru rather awkwardly hobbled with her bipedal stance through the field, her sharp nose picking up scents of others before her eyes caught up. She went to group with them, the desperate "Save us..." message still echoing through her head.
Maybe it was one of *those* afterlives- Sputnik scrunched up their misfortunately sized snout. So their memories of some plea weren't hallucinations of deteriorating mind, but this isn't anymore,, sensible. Well, If helping a bunch of legendaries get home safe was supposed to be the last good thing they do, they take it. Why they had to give them an extravagant makeover for that escaped them, but those legendaries weren't looking that coherent- so it might as well fit.
Sputnik took a minor breather and enjoyed the pleasant warmth of steam ticking their face, before they pushed their front legs up, determinately wobbling into a first step- and a cloud of pollen and dust immediately enveloped them as their massive body met the ground with a loud thud when their wheels didn't follow. A surprised yowl attempted to tear its way out of their maw, but all that came out was an unfamiliar shrill roar. Oh, to chuck this in the scrap-it bucket, just what is going on!?