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[SirBlaziken]

Alright, i'll look through it.

Edit: Alright, you're in dragon cat. We'll wait on OpalRhea for a few more days before I pester remind her if she isn't done. I'm still taking new joiners from anyone else!

And questions can be posted here if you like.

[The Macintosh Ninja: SOH CAH TOA]

Pokemorph:
Name: Jason "Minus" Alexander
Pokemon Species: Shedinja
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Moveset: Double Team, Protect, Shadow Sneak, X-Scissor

Appearance: Stands at about six feet tall. His skin is tan, though the shade of tan is more akin to the color of a Spotted Tan Beetle than a more familiar shade seen in people. He has the build of an Olympic wrestler in training; that is, fairly muscular but not "beefy". His presence and demeanor suggest he would be ideal for work as a security guard. He's a quiet sort of person; watching as others talk with his dull gray eyes that never seen completely open. He has dark gray hair that is cut short and lays flat on his head. On his back are papery wings of the same color as his skin. They don't allow flight of any sort and aren't attractive in the least bit as they look more like paper mâché. They aren't conventional insect wings; they split into three parts close to the base and are large enough to extend about a foot past his shoulders. His skin has the same texture as his wings: papery but firm. His face is plain: no facial hair aside from pale gray eyebrows and a stony expression. He has an "X" on his face, just below his left eye, and is easily seen. He wears a set of 'urban camoflauge' (black, white, and shades of gray) pants and a plain white t-shirt. He has on black hiking boots.

Personality: Quiet, reserved, and all together not a very emotive person. Someone who doesn't know him would have difficulty reading him. Jason seems completely muted to feelings, speaking in an almost monotone voice. He does know what emotions are and is aware that others have them, but he himself seems very distant and expressionless. He knows he felt happiness and anger and sadness before, but recalling the memories that evoked these sentiments does nothing for him. Jason only feels an emptiness; like he is a shell of his former self. He has fears, and can become "angry", but these emotions are dulled; you won't be able to tell what emotion he "feels" unless he outright says "I don't like fire/the dark" (See "Weakness")

Strong points: Blessed and cursed with Wonder Guard, Jason is impervious to most forms of attack. Punches and kicks are dodged (if the attacker is inexperienced) or deflected (i.e. they bounce harmlessly off him). Other attacks, such as knives (STEEL), stun guns (ELECTRIC), and poisons (self explanatory) are ineffective as well. His quiet and stony demeanor, as well as his Ghost typing, make him an excellent scout or spy. He has a knack for getting into places he shouldn't silently, though he is limited in his means of offense.

Weakness: Jason is best described as an "Achilles" type: powerful so long as his weaknesses aren't known. He has a terrible fear of FIRE and avoids any larger than a simple campfire. He is also uneasy in the DARK; though it provides good cover he has trouble seeing and navigating. Birds, especially larger ones, unsettle him, and he has difficulty navigating rocky terrain. Damage done to him of the five types he is weak to do more damage than expected, compared to the damage sustained by other Pokémorphs when up against their type disadvantages. When faced with an enemy that can potentially defeat him (let's say a Charizard Pokémorph), he prefers to deceive and flee. As for the types he is immune to, he can still be affected by them; if you hit him hard enough (say you throw a bus (STEEL) at him) he will be moved by the momentum but won't take damage directly from the vehicle itself.
((I will attempt to make a reasonable guess at the type of whatever is attacking/interacting with Jason. Shove him off a staircase and that's FLYING type, sneak attacks that aren't already a type would be DARK, etc.))

Other: You can look at his back all you want. You won't lose your spirit.



Human Form:
((One of the first times I've ever RPed a female. I also rarely RP multiple people, especially people who interact with each other a lot.))

Name: Clarissa Evans
Gender: Female
Age: 18

Appearance: Clarissa stands at about 5' 4" and is rarely seen without a smile of some sort. She has white skin with freckles on her face (which she doesn't like much), light brown hair and clear blue eyes. Her hair is just above shoulder length, cut into layers and often tied back in a ponytail or held back by a baseball cap ("It gets in my eyes" she says). She has a habit of looking deep into someone's eyes with a smile on her face, only to burst out laughing when they look at her strangely/with confusion. She is dressed simply: a pair of bright red Converse, some dark jeans, and a shirt with a math pun on it.

Personality: As suggested before, Clarissa is a very warm and happy person. Being the happy person she is, she sees it fit to spread this happiness to friends and complete strangers. Though she has her moments of sadness and worry, as we all do (well, except for Jason...), she tries to not let it burden her. Clarissa's happiness fades to anger when people aren't kind around her; say when someone makes very disparaging remarks regarding a group she is affiliated/sympathizes with. Her bubbly personality shouldn't be confused with "ditziness"; she has a level head and can reason through a situation assuming she isn't too emotionally invested (as is the case with many people).

Other: Thanks to having taken martial arts classes for almost 10 years, she can defend herself or attack should the situation arise.

Starter Post: Minus lifted himself up. He was covered in dust and small debris. The Explosion (NORMAL; Explosions can cause FIRE though) only knocked him to his knees, but the crumbling building around him (STEEL and ROCK) was what brought him to the floor. He had trouble standing; the debris falling on him, regardless of it's smaller size (typical "skipping stone" size chunks) hurt terribly. But he wasn't one to let pain stop him. Minus walked through the rubble, stumbling around with a stony expression on his face, until he came to a small clearing. He smelled gas in the distance. "I have to leave." he thought to himself. Near him were what looked to be bandages and other medical supplies: he was near the med center when the building decided to stop being a building and start being a pile of not-building.

He moved a bit faster as there was less rubble to impede his progress. Adrenaline from having survived an explosion began to wear off through, and his injuries were becoming more and more known. His lungs burned from inhaling smoke and dust (FIRE, ROCK), and he felt tired. He fell to his knees to catch his breath near a dirt path on the outskirts of the not-building.

Clarissa was riding by on a bicycle en route to a fast food restaurant she frequented. The path she took was near the building that exploded, but she only ever saw it from a distance. Today though the building exploded, which piqued Clarissa's interest enough to have her take a detour. She rode down a small hill on a dirt path towards the building when she saw a tan man on his knees.

"Hey! Hey dude! Are you alright?" she asked, pulling up to the man. Minus looked up at the girl who arrived with a blank expression.
"I am." he replied in a slightly monotone voice.
"What happened?! There was a building here. It was really cool looking." the young woman asked. Her voice changed from concern to questioning, though still retained a sense of worry for the man's health.
"It exploded."
"Well duh. Why did it explode? Are you alright?"
Minus stood up with some trouble. Clarissa turned to her bike, grabbed a bottle of water, and held it to the man. He took it after a while, poured some water into his mouth, and handed it back to her.
"I've already said I'm fine. I don't know why the building exploded." he answered.
"Well you don't look okay. I don't live far; my dad can help you." She began helping the man stay on his feet. She reeled back when she felt his skin and brushed her arm against his wings. "Oh! You're in cosplay. Sorry! It looks super good though!" Worry was replaced with excitement. Minus looked at his body; his skin was pale tan, papery, and tough. There were wings with similar texture on his back. He looked back to the girl. "Are you supposed to be a Shedinja?.
"This isn't a costume. This is who I am."
Clarissa had a look that was a mix of awkwardness and embarrassment. She helped Minus to her bike and, thanks to pegs installed on the back wheels ((I have no idea what they're called)), she took him home without another word. Her father, after recovering from seeing his daughter bring home a strange boy (both in the "unfamiliar" and "not quite human" sense), cleaned his wounds, gave him a clean tshirt, and asked him similar questions ("Are you okay?").

"What's your name?"
"My name was Jason. They called me 'Minus'."
"Dad found this on you. It looks like a message for you." She held out a wrinkled and folded piece of paper. Minus looked it over.
"I need to go." he said, standing up and walking towards the door.
"Oh no you aren't! Not without a 'thank you' mister!" Clarissa called out, following the boy out the door towards the alley the address instructed them to.

[SirBlaziken]

Alright Macintosh, I think it looks good so far.

[The Macintosh Ninja: SOH CAH TOA]

Both forms done. I'm eager to start.

[Wolstenholme]

Js - the back wheel pegs are called 'coggs' and letting someone ride on them is called 'giving a coggie'

I'm also eager for this to begin.

[SirBlaziken]

Alright, once Opal finishes hers up, we can start. I've warned her to not let it get too complicated (like get out alive).

Other than Opal finishing her forms and adding the new characters (which she had an interesting idea, and I allowed), joins are closed.

[OpalRhea]

Had to put Art and Aya's starter here due to char limit. Will try to get Chris and Nivi done soon, but can't promise comp access so...


Starter Post: The explosions echoed in her ears. The entire underground complex had collapsed. Normally, she would have been happy about that. But that was working on the assumption that the other experiments, and maybe some of the kinder scientists had gotten out. 'Damn that Del. Damn him to hell.' Aya thought grimly, as she tried to dig through the rubble. She flinched slightly as her fingers came in contact with one of the steel supports. She hoped that she was going the right way. It was hard to tell with her eyes jammed closed. The scrape on her back hurt, and her body felt sore.
Reaching up, she felt wood at her grasping fingertips. 'The remains of the shack!' Relief overwhelmed her common sense, and she let the breath she'd been holding go.
Realizing her mistake, she desperately scrabbled to move the wood. Cold air touched her fingers, and she dragged herself up. Taking a deep breath of the fresh air, she promptly started coughing. What she hacked up was an unpleasant black colour. Damn. Breathed in too much smoke and grit. Just gotta get... away from here... She thought determinedly. Carefully, she tried to rise to her feet, but that ache was too much. Carefully, gradually she dragged herself down the rubble. When her fingers touched grass, she almost sobbed. She tried to drag herself further, but the effort proved too much. Her last thought, as the world span into blackness was 'I'd better not be the only one who got out. That would suck.'

When Aya woke up, she was in a hot bath, still fully clothed. The water was a murky brown, probably from all the dust and grit she'd accumulated climbing out of the now ruins. Before she even got a chance to look around, she heard the door open. She turned to look at the door, glaring balefully.
When she saw the young man standing there, balancing a pile of clothes and towels, she couldn't help a giggle. He looked kinda ridiculous. "Oh, you're awake. If I'd realized, I would have knocked. How're you feeling? Also, breakfast will be ready soon, if you're hungry."
"Better? I guess. And thanks. I think?" She said uncertainly, and the guy grinned.
"I had to guess your size, but I think I got pretty on the mark. When you're ready, if you go down the hallway, into the room with the blue bed spread, I'll bring you food. There's soap on the side board, and I'll just leave these here." The young man said, putting the clothes and towels on a rack. Then he nodded to her, and stepped back out, closing the door.
Within a few minutes, she had scrubbed to satisfaction. She'd felt something odd where she expected the scrape to be, and after draining the bath, had a look via the mirror. What she saw was a line of straight, neat stitches, holding the wound tightly closed. She also saw the spikes and grimaced. She knew about them, but Arceus they made things harder. The boy was probably going to ask about them, since there was no way he could have missed them while he had... done whatever it was he'd done. 'Well... the only way to find out what he knows is to ask him. Besides, I should probably thank him, and eat something.' She thought, as she looked through the pile of fresh clothes for something suitable.
In ten minutes, she was in the room the boy had described, fully dressed, and a little bit awestruck. The house was huge, even just the single stretch she'd had to go down to get to the room. The room was clearly frequently used, judging by the books on the bedside table, and the bouquet of flowers on the window sill. Curious, she looked at the books. Most of them looked to be medical texts, although there were a couple of novels present as well.
"Ahem. Usually it's good manners to not snoop through a host's things." His voice sounded amused. Aya whipped around guiltily. When she saw the young man standing in the doorway, grinning, while balancing two trays, she shook her head in amusement.
"Well usually it's considered bad manners to sneak up on someone." She retorted.
"But is it sneaking if you were expecting me? I wasn't sure what you liked, so there's muffins, some chopped fruit, scrambled eggs, some sausages, and bagels." He grinned easily, and stepped over, setting the tray down near her lap. When Aya opened it, she saw a note sitting next to the plates, addressed to her. There was also a small box underneath, holding two circular pieces of plastic.
"Contact lenses. I borrowed my sister's. They should help disguise your eyes. I've got something for the spikes and tail too, but those can wait. The note had been slipped under the kitchen window. I assume it's for you." He said, watching as Aya read the note. He noticed her eyebrows furrow, and couldn't help a spot of curiosity.
Then Aya looked up at him. "Are you willing to help me find where this says to go? I'm pretty sure I have no clue where it is. And also, what's your name anyway? You know mine, so it's only fair I learn yours." Aya said, as she handed the note over.
"Sure. My name's Arthur by the way. But I'd really prefer Art. ...This address is over on the other side of town. 'Bout an hour's walk." Art shrugged, and then started eating quickly.
Aya followed suit. She wasn't looking forward to a long walk, but if it was the only option...
When they were done, Aya tried to figure out how to put the contacts in, without much success. "Hold on. Sit still for a second." Art said, and took the contacts carefully. "Open your eyes wide. Wider. There. Yeah it's uncomfortable. Okay, now for the other one. And blink a few times to get them in place... There you go." Within two minutes both were in place, and Aya's eyes were watering. She blinked rapidly, and felt the lenses become marginally more comfortable.
"Why does anyone wear these again?" She asked indignantly.
"Some people wear them as an alternative to glasses. Others, because they're a way to change your eye colour. Now hold on a minute. I'll get the stuff for hiding your tail and spikes." He said, as he stood, and grabbed the dishes. When he came back, he was carrying a large backpack, and a jumper. "Tie the jumper around your waist, and wear the backpack. There are some spare clothes in the backpack as well, to give it more solidity." Art watched as Aya did as he'd said, then nodded. "If I didn't know they were there, I'd never be able to tell. Now come on. Let's get to your rendezvous."
Art led Aya down to a garage, grabbing his messenger bag from a hook at the bottom of the stairs on the way.
"I thought you said we were walking?" Aya asked, curious.
"We can if you'd like, but whoever called you there might be gone by then. This is quicker." Art grinned, and walked towards a small, beat up looking car. "I need to take it in for servicing anyway, so..."
"You're killing two birds with one stone?" She finished.
"Three actually. Give you a lift to where you need to go, get the car serviced, and keep it from being stolen. Now hop in. Yes it's safe."

Within twenty minutes, they were parked outside of a repair shop, bang in the middle of the bad side of town. Art seemed at peace, and Aya couldn't help but relax slightly. Maybe it was being fused with Gengar, but this place felt... safe-ish to her. That was more than she could say for Art's driving. She was pretty sure he hadn't done anything illegal, but only just.
"Lemme just get this in, and we can walk to your meeting. It's only about a block away, but it's easy to get lost here." Art said, and Aya nodded, happy to get out of the car.

Ten minutes later, and they walked around the corner to see a group of people waiting. "I think we're the last ones here." Aya murmured.
" Nah. Everyone's paired off. Whoever called you all here hasn't arrived yet. Looks like you weren't the only one out of that wreckage though... Encouraging, I think."

[SirBlaziken]

Hurry is you can. I may start this soon without Chris and Nivi due to everyone's (especially mine) excitement. Accepted. What the hell is a jumper anyways?

[OpalRhea]

In progress now.

A jumper is like a jacket, but no zipper. Hoodies are usually jackets here, but you do get some jumpers with hoods.

[SirBlaziken]

Ok, thanks for the update. Opal and I have something special planned for on of the two characters.

And that sounds confusing.

[OpalRhea]

Easy way to remember; Jackets have some kind of water proofing. jumpers usually don't.

Just stuck a little on what Nivi's personality should be. can you get on IRC so we can hash it out?

[SirBlaziken]

Ah..... I think I know what you mean now. I'm likely wrong. Oh well. I'll be on IRC

[OpalRhea]

Forms:

Pokemorph:
Name: Nivian (Nivi)

Pokemon Species:  Growlithe

Gender:  Female

Age:  14

Moveset:  Frustration, Flame Wheel, Dig, Reversal (will change during the rp)

Appearance:  Nivi is about 4' 11.5" with long, almost delicate looking limbs and features.
She has boyishly short, messy blond hair, with two small Growlithe ears poking out above her temples. Her face is narrow, with features that could be described as elfin. Her eyes are violet, although darken when she's upset or angry.  Her skin is naturally lightly tanned.
Her skin is striped on her arms, back and legs (one stripe halfway down her upper arm, and one around the wrist on each arm, a trio of stripes that follow her ribs around, and two stripes on each thigh. All stripes are black). All stripes (excluding the wrists) are covered by clothing. Her nails are very white and pointed.
She also has a small fluffy tail that extends from the base of her spine, although this can be compressed and hidden in clothing (or just under a jacket tied around her waist).
Normally, Nivi dresses comfortably; in jeans and some kind of shirt (oddly she always manages to find ones with band logos or fandom references), either long sleeved or just a tee shirt (but she's careful that the sleeves at least reach her elbows). Her shoes are just basic blue and white sneakers.

Personality: Tomboyish, feisty and independent, Nivi doesn't like being fussed over. If she thinks she's in over her head, she'll ask for help, but until then she'll argue tooth and claw with someone trying to protect her, both metaphorically and in some cases literally
An opinionated, outspoken young woman, Nivi won't hesitate to speak her mind if a situation bothers her (unless it's a delicate situation, in which case one would hope she can keep her mouth shut). Also, Nivi is not usually one to sugarcoat something, mostly due to her big mouth.
Loyal to a fault, Nivi would sacrifice anything to save loved ones. This is both good, and horrendously troublesome. Some would describe this as her greatest strength; others would deem it her Achilles's heel. One thing's for certain, harm someone she loves and you'll get burned in the process.

Strong points: Immunity to fire; Because of her Flash Fire ability, even in pokemorph form Nivi can absorb flames (and possibly just heat). She can use this to heal minor wounds (while in pokemorph form). However, this doesn't mean she should make a habit of getting hit by massive streams of fire (mostly since it makes her a little hyperactive, and her clothes aren't fireproof). But she will use it to protect the fire vulnerable members of the group.
Personal Loyalty; Refer to Personality

Weaknesses:  Claustrophobia; Nivi hates enclosed spaces. If a space is too tight, she'll start hyperventilating and be unable to focus at all. Even worse if said space is underground
Thermal sensitivity; Temperatures that are too low slow Nivi's reactions and abilities. If her body is kept warm, she's safe. If her core body temperature drops below 35 degrees C, she's at severe risk. Her natural core body temperature is 39 degrees C.
Personal Loyalty; Refer to Personality

Other:  She LOVES spicy food. Will devour it as soon as it's given to her (although she usually complains that it's not spicy enough).  When stressed, worried or annoyed, she'll play with small balls of fire (palm sized at most) to calm down (these fizzle out if more than a foot away from her, unless used to light an actual fire).

Human Form:

Name: Christian (Chris) Wyrick

Gender: Male

Age:  19

Appearance: Chris has dark reddish hair, which is usually kept short and neat blue grey eyes, more blue than grey. He's vaguely handsome in a studious way. Chris' hands are calloused and he has disproportionate shoulders, his skin is also light. Chris usually has a dark jacket over a white shirt, jeans and sneakers for everyday wear. He has an unfinished dragon tattoo on his left shoulder and a crooked nose. To top it all off, Chris small scar cutting through his left eyebrow. He's about 5'7"

Personality: Chris is quiet, patient and regrets many of the things done in the experiments, both what he did and didn't do. Now, he wants to make amends for them, and see justice done to Del. Almost calculating but refuses to put people's lives at risk unless if there isn't a better way. Chris doesn't open up quickly, and won't always tell full truths. He has a good memory. Also, if Chris thinks he deserves something (like a hit) will take without a word, but if unjustified, he will protest or fight back. Chris also hates people who cheat and manipulate others, and will try to make a situation looks better than it is, even when hopeless. He is also logical with a desire to know how things work but tempered by his desire to not harm others.

Other: Chris has been doing martial arts and kickboxing to manage stress since he was a kid.


Starter Post:
((This will explain the notes and why it says to meet at the address))

Chris unlocked the door to the shack in the woods and walked in, locking it behind him. Then he walked downstairs after finding a hidden trap door, after which, Chris punched in his PIN and scanned a card. A door opened, and Chris walked in, the door closing behind him. The lab was a beehive of activity, scientists were talking, running tests, then Professor Del was talking with another scientist, frustrated. Then Del drops the bombshell, he intended to explode the whole place, he pressed a button and casually strolled out. Like Chris, the other scientists were in a frenzy, trying to gather notes or get out. Chris tried the door. Locked. He swore under his breath. Then, he had an idea, the chambers where fusing was done. Unless some idiot turned the machine on, he'd be safe from the blast, hopefully. That's a risk i'll have to take Chris thought, as he ran into an empty chamber. The door closed and not even a second later, the chamber tore apart and he closed his eyes....

When Chris opened his eyes, he was miraculously unharmed. The other scientists, however, were dead. Then a figure crawled out of the debris and into the forest, then another, and another. It seemed as if all the test subjects were escaping, slowly, into the forest. Chris picked himself up off the ground and thought, in anger He used us, Del used us all. Then tried to be rid of us all. Damned idiot. Chris started to walk away when something caught his eye. It was a growlithe pokemorph, female. He knew her name, Nivi. She seemed to be unconscious, he didn't think it would be good to leave her out here. Chris carefully picked Nivi up into his arms and started towards his house.

He arrived at his house, which was dingy and bad on the outside (as many would say about the neighborhood), but was actually small, well-furnished and comfortable. Chris set Nivi down on the couch and looked her over. She mostly bruised and had scratches on her. That, thankfully, was all. Chris sighed in relief and tended to her. After that was finished, he pondered what to do then. What do I do now? I need to get everyone together so we can set out after him..... If I had a psychic pokemon... I could see where they are and send note out. Wait.... a moment....

10 minutes and a small bribe later ((don't ask)), Chris was writing notes out to the pokemorphs that he knew got out. After each note was written, the kirlia that Chris borrowed would find the pokemorph using psychic, teleport to the location, put the note into the window and teleport back. When that was done, the kirlia left and Chris had a bit of time to digest the events that happened that day. Soon after notes went out, Nivi started to stir. She yawned and looked around, confused. Chris saw that she woke up, he simply said, "Glad to see you're awake."
Nivi asked Chris, "Where am I?"
He figured she'd ask this and said, "You're somewhere safe.  That's all I have to say now. I'll explain later, but for now, you'd better rest." Chris knew Nivi, and knowing her, she'd fire back, and she started to. However, Chris stopped it short and draped a blanket around a surprised Nivi. Usually, she's able to fire back, so this was news to her. Nivi decided that it would wise to rest, she was exhausted anyways. The growlithe pokemorph put her head back down and closed her eyes to sleep.

Chris waited.....and waited.....until two figures walked into view, a skarmory pokemorph and a tall young man. A few minutes later, a young woman and an umbreon pokemorph. Soon, more of the pairs showed up. Chris went to Nivi and woke her up. Nivi sat up but elected to keep the blanket around her, since she thought it was cold in the room. "Nivi, they're coming." Chris said.
"Who's coming?" she simply asked.
Chris replied, "The others. We're about to set the record straight."

((This pair will be co-controlled by OpalRhea and the arguably insane ShinyBlaziken2000. Yes I know its crap will clean up/flesh out later. Wanted to get this up ASAP.))

[SirBlaziken]

((Accepted. And the insane part was from me. Now we can start now! *Cheers*))

Storm and Carmen looked around, some other figures were near the house, but Storm's head was still foggy from the events from earlier, so he couldn't remember any of them. Carmen couldn't tell who they were because she didn't know any of them. Some seemed to be fully human, others obviously weren't. "Odd. I thought we were the only ones." Carmen said, trying to see how many others were here. Storm shook his head, "I had a feeling we weren't alone. Should we go?" he said.

Carmen and Storm whispered and deliberated for a few moments. No one else had stepped forward. Finally, Carmen said, "I'm going, come along with me if you wish." The girl started for the house and got halfway before Storm worked up the nerve to go after her. He walked a bit faster and caught up with her before they got to the porch. Both stopped short of the door, and Storm went right in. "Here goes nothing." he said, knocking on the door.

Chris heard a knock at the door, "There's the first one." he said, opening the door. The man saw a young woman, likely still in school age, and an umbreon pokemorph, which he recognized. "Storm, right?" Chirs asked. The umbreon pokemorph simply nodded, and then added, "The girl is with me." Chris nodded and ushered the two in. Carmen and Storm walked into the house and Chris closed the door behind him.

Storm, Carmen and Chris walked into the living room, where Nivi is on the couch. "Sit down where you like." said Chris, taking a seat in a chair. Nivi knew someone would eventually sit by her, so she scooted over to make some room. Storm saw this and whispered to Carmen, "Let's sit on the couch." Carmen nodded and the two took a seat. The couch looked big enough to seat a lot of people. Storm and Nivi's eyes locked for a second as they looked at each other. Wait.... she looks familiar. Must be from the experiments. Storm thought. Nivi was thinking the same, but a bit differently. The umbreon.... don't I know him from somewhere? Odd.... Both Nivi and Storm adverted their gazes from each other and waited for everyone else in an awkward silence.

[Danatales]

Anna gasped as she suddenly saw two of the others who'd come to their destination approach the door and knock.
"Look! They're going in," She said, pointing as the door opened and the other people (a girl and what looked like some kind of Umbreon person, Anna noted) were quickly ushered inside.

Rush made a small noise of acknowledgement. He was rubbing circles into him palms with his thumbs, keeping his mind off the aches coming from his wings. They were tucked safely around his close, but the skin from where they burst still felt tender and pained. He didn't know how much he really wanted to do this, go through with it and knock on the door, but he had to say not much. He kind of just wanted to lie down for a while.

Suddenly, though, the Yanmega morph felt himself being tugged, and he looked down and saw, through a thousand different views, Anna tugging him towards the door. "What..what are you doing?" He yelped, stumbling forward and nearly tripping over his long legs.

"Going to the door, what's it look like, silly?" Anna giggled, "You got an invitation to come here, and those guys already did it, so let's do it too!" Rush and almost fell over. Righting himself in her grasp, he didn't take the time to remind her that, yes, he was invited, and technically she wasn't. He doubted that would stop the energetic girl.

Soon, they were at the door of the house, and Anna was already knocking frantically. "Hello? Hellooo!! I have a boy here who got your letterr!" She called. Rush busied himself with adjusting his sunglasses and trying to ignore the headache he felt brewing in the back of his head. He had to admit, he was a little curious as to how this was going to play out.