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[P][Sf][Fu] The Way Out (Warning, will contain a LOT violence) [C]

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Danatales:
Adjustments have been made and my forms have been finished! Lemme know if  I gotta tweak anything else ;u

SirBlaziken:
Accepted, both of them. Here comes mine.

Name: Keira
Pokemon: Ninetales
Gender: Female
Appearance: Keira, at first, looks like your average ninetales. Look closer, you'd be mistaken. The differences start with her eyes, one's sky blue, and the other is deep violet. This has been known to switch back and forth every few hours. Secondly, the red scarf that Ryu gave her is now tied around her forehead like a bandanna. Third, the white flower that used to basically tell how alive or dead she was (see the first rp) is now pinned to her center tail. Lastly, the tips of her tails go from yellow to a section of orange and finally black towards the tips.
Personality: As time went on, Keira grew less shy, but disappointment and hardship did a huge number on the young vulpix (read my lips, she was the human equivalent of 5). Many lives were lost that she tried to save, when kept frustrating her. Finally, she broke after the beach incident (see original post). Since evolution, Keira has become a lot more bitter and sharp tongued (like Yellowfang, for those of you Warriors fans). Keira, however, is strong and reliable, but not one to let weakness show in her, in fear of letting everyone down, like she felt she did last time. She was matured a lot and has broken out of the shy shell she was in. There is a caring in her, but it's deep down and reserved for the injured, and for those that she actually trusts now, one of which is Fleur. Hurt one of them, Keira will not let you leave without a few scar or a burn.
Moveset: Overheat, Hypnosis, Feint Attack, Extrasensory
Weapons And Gear: She has a bag slung over her shoulder full of healing items, and the cure. Also a fire stone, which due to a genetic mutation, she can absorb the power from it, but only in dire situations. It's partially used (like half of it is gray, and the other the usual coloring).
History: After her parents being killed by a d-day horde and nearly dying getting to the base, Keira joined Ryu's group and they got very far. However, she couldn't save many of the healthy pokemon she met, as weel as some of her comrades, a bitterness tempered in her. Her old group pronounced her dead and left her on a beach in Johto, where she evolved and the bitterness came as she realized that they abandoned her. Fleur and her band of pokemon found Keira and took pity on her. Fleur helped her focus her emotions, albeit into anger, but that was better than the emotional mess that she was before. Now with the serum, she seeks to get back to the base and save this world, with or without Ryu.
Stater Post: Keira burrowed into the snow to await anything coming by, when she heard a familiar voice. Ryu's. It took all of her will to not rip him to shreds right then and there. So Keira waited, and waited. Finally, Fleur came out the door, holding up the cure. Then Ryu and his group came out and the confrontation began. Keira jumped out of the snow and into the front. This is it, the moment you've sought after. she thought. Then she began, and eventually brought down her old friend. And stay down. she thought. Keira considered kicking snow on him, but she was better than that. She was better than Ryu and his group. As Keira left with Fleur and everyone in her group, Nova posed her question. Keira answered, "Unless he's stupid enough to try again, no worries there. Then again, he probably is. He's that stubborn." the ninetales laughed at her own response.

Name: Fleur
Pokemon: Buizel
Gender: Female (glad I asked ;))
Appearance: It's your average buizel. However, along her right arm is a scar and the arm is discolored slightly. Fleur is battle worn and scarred and a bit lean from all the running she's done. Believe me, she runs fast.
Personality: At first glance, she's very sneaky and stealthy, the polar opposite of honor. Get to know her and Fleur is very relaxed and fun. When it comes to it, she will lead, but the buizel prefers to take the back. She has no problems leading, but there's always someone else who's willing, which makes no difference to her.
Moveset: Ice Punch, Quick Attack, Aqua Tail, Agility
Weapons and Gear: She does have 3 knives stored in Keira's bag that she used only if absolutely needed.
History: Fleur was on the run even since they took out her entire village. She did take a bite from a scrappy little axew d-day, but to everyone's surprise, she survived with no ill effects. That's right, she's been bitten and survived. Perhaps Arceus took mercy on her. Anywho, it gave her a little speed boost. After traveling for a while, she met everyone, excluding Keira, and they gathered at the base and set off from there. They encountered a setback because the seas were too rough in Sinnoh to travel. They got past Hoenn and to Johto, where Keira was found. Fleur took a liking to her in an instant and the group eventually got to the cure, moments before the other group.
Starter Post: Keira stepped forward and Fleur stepped back. What's she going to do? Fleur thought. She soon got her answer. Fleur watched as Keira destroyed her old comrade and then growled some words at the lucario. Woah..... that's some rage there. Thought the buizel. Keira said they were done there and everyone started off. Fleur was rattled by this and wanted to see if her ninetales friend was ok. However, Keira was laughing at something, which made Fleur relax as the group went on through the Kanto snow.

The Macintosh Ninja: SOH CAH TOA:
Name: SCRAP (Space Center Research and Analysis Porygon)

Pokemon: Porygon

Gender: None, though his voice is computerized masculine.
((For simplicity, I'll use masculine pronouns))

Appearance: On both "feet" is the "Mind Badge" with a rocket design inside: a logo designed by the researchers at the Mossdeep Space Center (MSC). He has a reverse color scheme of a shiny Porygon (blue and white in place of teal and pink, respectively) and has been modified to contain several commands and programs designed for analysis and exploration of harsh environments. Thrusters have been attached to him to allow for faster travel and to reorient the Pokémon should he find himself being blown away or falling from a great height. The thrusters are found below the "feet" and look like circular pads. He has a metal box attached to his back for collecting samples to analyze, which can double as a storage unit.

Personality: Being that he is essentially a Porygon with extra software, he has all the personality of the species; that is, not much. SCRAP can speak and generate sentences in response to a wide number of subjects  and will preface responses with the tone the response should be interpreted in ("Who are you?" "[Informative] I am SCRAP, designed at Mossdeep Space Center. I have been programmed to research and explore other planets."). His voice is computerized, monotone, and he speaks with a Russian accent (a prank by one of the programmers). SCRAP will adapt and learn from his environment: always scanning and assessing the area around him. When he was working for MSC, he would receive commands and send back data and findings. Anything he analyzes, records, or otherwise processess is packaged into a data file and sent back to MSC. Due to the programming, SCRAP is very goal oriented and is driven to accomplish the task at hand. SCRAP can analyze the situation around him and change priorities of tasks: for example he will prioritize movement and hiding if hostiles (or potential hostiles) are detected and combat is ill advised. Emotions are difficult for SCRAP to understand, though he recognizes certain actions (crying, laughing, growling/snarling) to be associated with certain emotions (sadness, happiness, anger). SCRAP can recognize certain factors and corresponding actions, such as heightened aggression and attack, calmness and peace; but he can't develop any sort of complex emotional understanding of a situation. He can't fight his programming: his primary mission is to collect samples for analysis, take photographs and record what he finds.

Moveset: Tri-Attack, Recover, Recycle, Conversion
((I'll take some creative liberty with Recycle and Conversion. Recycle can allow some items, like Potions, be used twice but it requires an energy source such as matter or electricity. The stronger the item, the more energy needed. Conversion will be the manga/anime adaptation: scan and change his appearence.))

Weapons and Gear: A metal case designed for carrying samples. He has some built in devices that allow for the analysis of material found, as well as other devices planted as security measures and to aid in contacting MSC. He is equipped with the thrusters mentioned above, allowing him to dash and move quickly for small bursts. This also comes in handy for improvized attacks, such as tackles. SCRAP can store a few items within a chest cavity, though the storage room is limited. As of right now, he has:
-Moon Stone x8
-Round Stone x3
-Fire Stone x1
-Potion x2
-Persim Berry x3
-Oran Berry x20

History: As mentioned before, SCRAP was designed as a research vessel. He was sent to the moon to explore the environment. There, SCRAP analyzed several rocks and stones, took photographs, and performed analysis on soil composition. When an area was well researched, he was converted into data and sent to another area of the moon via satellite. It was during his mission that the Doomsday Infection appeared back home. SCRAP continued sending data to the MSC, but received no reply Regardless, he continued his mission and continued to be teleported to other parts of the moon for analysis. After nearly five years of silence, an emergency program activated while SCRAP was in hibernation mode. The program was similar to the routine designed to move him around the moon, only this routine tried to send him back home. Being that most computers, as well as civilization, was destroyed at this point, he was materialized near a power plant: the best source of electric fields. He continued his mission, exploring the desolate landscape and analyzing what he could find. SCRAP didn't consider the area he was in to be Kanto, as his programming told him he was still on the moon. He encountered hostiles and hid with Conversion or picked some off with a well aimed Tri-Attack. He found various stones, analyzed them, and kept the ones that his programming considered most important. All the while he would continue to call home, awaiting a response.

Starter post: A particularly persistent, but tired, Quilava charged SCRAP. The Porygon tilted his head to analyze the situation and dashed sideways. The fire-type face planted where the Porygon once floated. It stood back up and let out a growl.
"[Assertively] Continued hostility will be met with force." SCRAP beeped. The Quilava either didn't understand or didn't care, as it lifted itself up and charged on all fours.
"[Alert] Science Vessel SCRAP to Mother. Please respond. Hostiles engaged. Entering Attack Mode."
A triangle formed by three white points faded in near SCRAP's nose. The three points changed color: one blue, one red, one yellow. The Quilava leapt up and launched a strong Ember attack, but SCRAP fired back. A focused stream of fire shot through the Quilava's Ember and struck it, blinding the Pokémon as it shielded itself from the burst of flame. A beam of ice shot out, striking the Quilava and setting it spinning in the air. The final hit, a jolt of lightning, struck the fire Pokémon as it fell to the ground.
SCRAP leaned forward and released a burst of air from his thrusters, slamming into the downed Quilava and knocking it into a tree. It struggled to stand on its legs, blood dripping from a cut and staining the cold winter snow. SCRAP pressed the attack, slamming into the Quilava again and crushing it between itself and the tree. The Pokémon gasped for air, only to be cut short by the Porygon tossing it aside with his nose. The Quilava slid on the floor, unconscious. SCRAP moved back to assess the situation.
"[Alert] Hostile has been neutralized.." he beeped. There came some shouting from beyond where the Porygon was. The Porygon floated slowly past the trees to observe from a distance. Two groups of Pokémon stood there, shouting among themselves. One, a Ninetails, launched a blast of fire at a Lucario. The Fighting type fell to the floor, injured. The Ninetails turned to one group, spoke, and they moved off…in his direction.
"[Alert] Unidentified lifeforms approaching. Engaging camouflage." SCRAP chimed. He scanned the nearby area with Conversion and changed his body color and texture. It wasn't perfect, but anyone who wasn't actively looking for him would have trouble seeing him. Unless they ran into him of course.

SirBlaziken:
As soon as I heard the idea, I knew you wouldn't disappoint. It's (actually correct in this case) accepted.

kindtocrows:
Finally finished this. I'm afraid there may still be problems here, but if I don't post now, I'm going to stay up all night tweaking it.

Name: Unknown (the scientists referred to him as Subject 001, but he didn't even know that)

Pokemon: Anorith

Gender: Male

Appearance: Smaller and a little lighter, in both weight and colour, than the average Anorith. The lighter colouration may have been caused by the genetic modification, but it’s impossible to know for sure.

Personality: Subject 001 is generally seen as timid. He isn't, he's just scared because of, well, everything. Everything is new to him and it’s just too much to take in at once. He is also usually confused and frustrated because he has no idea what is going on. He is observant and catches onto things quickly. He is very determined and a little stubborn. He doesn't talk much, mostly because he is unfamiliar with modern language, so he mostly communicates through clicks, chirps, and screes, since they are more universally understood then the ancient language he speaks.

He enjoys battle, though he's not very good at it, unless under water. Another thing he’s not very good at; walking. He is able to keep up with the rest, mostly, but it’s a struggle. However, he is a good swimmer, in still water, currents mess him up. Because of all his problems with not being in water, he often feels that he is a burden, so he is determined to prove to himself and everyone else that he is not a burden.

He doesn't like to be alone; he prefers to be in a group, being alone in the lab for so long was awful. He likes competition but hates to lose. He hates accepting help, though he often has to do to being a fish out of water, literally and figuratively. He is friendly and a good listener. He is also loyal to those he forms any kind of bond with and quick to defend them.

Moveset: Protect, Metal Claw, Water Gun, Mud Sport

Weapons and Gear:
Has the ability to quickly regenerate thanks to genetic modification. Not instantaneously, but fast enough that he can survive many wounds that would otherwise be fatal. Rule of thumb for this, if he survives the first few minutes he should be fine, and should fully recover in a few hours, as long as he doesn’t sustain more injuries in that time. This ability has no effect on diseases or viruses.

Has the ability the go for unnaturally long periods of time with little to no food, also thanks to genetic modification. This depends on activity level; the less active he is the longer he can survive.
He is unaware of both these abilities.

His intelligence was also enhanced to equal that of an average modern pokemon.

As for actual weapons, all he really has are his claws. He can bite, but, unless he and his target are in the water, it’s incredibly difficult and awkward.

History: Subject 001 had barely been alive for a week when the Doomsday virus entered the world. He had few memories and didn't know very much about the strange new world he woke up in. All he could remember about his past was that he was one member of a large colony of Anorith. He couldn't remember exactly how he died, or even that he died, he just thought he fell unconscious and somehow ended up at the lab, but he vaguely remembered being alone when it happened. He couldn't remember his name either, and he hadn't been around long enough to pick up on the fact that he was being referred to as Subject 001.

When the Doomsday pokemon escaped, he was in a well-ventilated, out-of-the-way wing of the lab. One of the scientists working on the project, a separate project from the Doomsday project, was putting him back into his cage when the evacuation alarm sounded. Panicked, the scientist ran out, forgetting to close and lock the cage door. The little Anorith was panicking as well, the alarm was loud and scary and he had no idea what it was. He crawled out of the cage and down the hall until he came across a supply closet with an open door. He crawled inside and used his claws to close the door as well as he could. There he stayed, occasionally leaving to walk around the lab until he got too nervous and went back, until the day Keira and the rest of the group came to get the cure.

Starter post:
Subject 001 was walking through the familiar halls near his closet for what felt like the millionth time. The loneliness of the empty halls had got to him long ago, he was desperate to find someone, anyone, he didn’t care who. It got to the point where his desperation for company had overcome his fear of the strange new world. He had walked farther away from the closet then he ever had before when he heard something loud; it sounded like voices, and fighting. He scuttled through the halls as fast as he could to find out what was going on. When he reached the source of the noise he saw a large, cream coloured… thing with nine tails fighting a tall, blue thing. The cream coloured thing used a powerful fire type move on the blue thing and quickly ended the fight. The Anorith was in awe of the powerful pokemon. He then looked over to the group the pokemon was returning to and… Wait! Oh no! They were leaving! He let out a loud scree, hoping to get their attention. Then, after hesitating a moment, he scurried outside to chase after them, but he didn't get very far before he got himself buried in the snow. He desperately squirmed and flopped around like a Magikarp, trying to lift himself up enough to catch a breath, screeing and squeaking in panic, but only buried himself deeper.

Edit: made a small change to the history to clarify it a bit. Pretty late to be making changes, I know, but I didn't actually change anything, just went into a bit more detail.

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