Bork

Fear of the [DATA EXPUNGED]

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" Yesterday,
I watched the world burn in a thousand thousand terrible ways. Sometimes we would have to scream.

Today,

I'm alive to write about it. You want happy endings?

Fuck. You.

God help us all.

Secure. Contain. Protect.
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Item#: SRP - 528

Roleplay Class: Realistic/Modern, 1x1

Special Role-Playing Procedures: SRP-528 can be done in either a forum-based roleplay or a private messaged role-play. SRP-528 must be excluded of any realistic and thorough description of pornographic or lewd activities that serve no purpose to the plot such as [REDACTED]. SRP-528 cannot support any romantics relationships that are not heterosexual. SRP-528 must be done on a weekly basis, with both participants expected to post every week with rotations. Before any individuals proceed to interact with SRP-528, they must request permission from Head Researcher Borkus Lazorus through private-messaging along with sending a writing sample as well.

Description: SRP-528 is a roleplay that is set in the fictional world that involves the activities of the fictional cladestine organisation known as the SCP Foundation, an organisation that is dedicated to the study, capture and containment of SCP Objects ; anomalous artifacts or items that jeopardize the purview of normalcy. SRP-528 has 4 optional scenarios in which a subject is liable to cooperate with another subject to proceed with. For the procedure of SRP-528 to be successful, subject must have a basic knowledge of the SCP Foundation, the key word being basic. You are not required to know every piece of detail behind each of the 3000 or so SCPs on the site, every incident report, every experiment log, every possible bit of lore and trivia and so forth. Subject possess enough knowledge to make role-playing an enjoyable experience. Subject must possess the ability and conviction to do multi-paragraphed, detailed writing in each post, provided that they have adept grammar in the English language. An inclination towards world-building and pre-plotting is greatly desired for SRP-528, being encouraged for all applicants. SRP-528 appears to have manifested on 12th, September 2017 on the public forum domain, RPnation and on two public forum domains, IwakuRoleplay and Roleplayerguild, on 13th, September 2017.

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Canon 1 - Quiet Days


" It was over.
No one in the Foundation, from the lowliest security guard to the O5 council, could quite explain exactly what was over. If they were to hazard a guess, a likely answer would have been "everything."

The magic is gone. All of the Foundation's SCP's have dissapeared, gone into the wind, been suddenly exterminated or have simply become mundane. SCP-1386 now operates as a normal street ice cream vendor with actual humans inside. No one will ever know less or more about what the heck SCP-055 was. SCP-993's radio signals have mysteriously gone offline. Anomalous activity appears to have halted for the time being and the universe appears to have been restored to its former sanity. There was nothing to secure, contain or protect anymore in a world that didn't have anything that needed to be secured, contained or protected from the general purview of the public.

The O5's try to keep a sense of day-by-day life in the Foundation, ironically trying to enforce decisions that would have been pertinent in an era gone by. Everyone knows that the Foundation will soon crumble and when it did, everyone would have to go back into their normal, safe, usual lives once more.

The question is: how?

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Canon 2 - Recruitment Drive


Okay people, sit your asses down and shut your pie holes. I’ve got places to go and people more important than you to see, because I happen to be a scientist and we scientists have a tendency to be very busy and important people. If you’re out there in the folding chairs, that means that you're the new guys. Bottom of the totem pole. But, it also means that you passed the entrance exams. Welcome to the SPC. From this moment onward, your job is very, very simple: you are going to punch sharks.

The Foundation is made up of a global body of the best the world has to offer. From containment specialists, human lab rats, Mobile Task Force Units, genius criminals, technicians, architectural zoologists, exorcists, anartists, quantum theorists to professional gamers; the Foundation, with the myriad of anomalies it encounters and catalogues on a daily basis, recruits from all backgrounds and from all specialties.

Naturally, the Foundation, like any employer, looks for specific qualities. A lack of connection to family and little to no desire for one. Aptitude in a field of study. Ability to focus and persevere under extreme pressure. All qualaties that the Foundation finds desirable.

You were one such individual. Did they make you an offer you couldn't refuse? Was it your innate curiosity to know the 'truth'? If there even is one. Was it the paycheck? They always do open up with that, by the way. Classic business strategy.

Anyway, you've been officially brought into the world (that you were most likely better off knowing without) of the Foundation.

Good luck. And may God have mercy on your sanity.

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Canon 3 - Exposed


" May 10, 2014
Today, Dr. Robert Feldon, the former head of the Foundation "Ethics" Committee was released from the institution he was placed in following the UN Committee hearing two weeks ago and restored to his former position. The majority of the panel declined to comment on their decision to repeal their choice and return Dr. Feldon to his former position, replacing panel and Committee head Gregory Rexin as leader of the UN New Committee on the Ethical Containment of Anomalous Objects, Events, and Creatures.
When questioned, Rexin said only, "In this world, this world in which everything we know is turned upside down, what is ethical? What is right and wrong and how do we define cruel and unusual?"
Further comment was declined. Cont. pg. 2A ETHICS."

The veil of secrecy has been unveiled. The Foundation, in cooperation with the GOC, have managed to stop a XK-class end-of-the-world scenario from happening but at a terrible cost. The complete utter destruction of North Korea, off the face of the continent. The masquerade has been broken and so has the clandestine nature of the Foundation. The world has now grown aware of the broken nature of their universe and the ones responsible for diving back into that murky darkness: the Foundation. Global humanitarian organisations and sovereign countries alike contest with the existence of anomalies and the seemingly alien world-view of the Foundation.

Where are you in all this?

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Canon 4 - State of Emergency


" WARNING! WARNING! CONTAINMENT BREACH IN LEVEL 5! CONTAINMENT BREACH IN LEVEL 5! ALL CLASS C PERSONNEL AND THOSE WITH HIGHER RANKING PROCEED TO NEAREST FOUNDATION EVACUATION ASSEMBLY AREA!"

What was supposed to be just another normal day in the Foundation has turned into the worse moment of your life. You don't know how it happened but all you remember are the lights flickering, a sudden rumbling in the ground before everything goes black. The klaxons are going off, people are rushing for the exit, screams, shouts and everyone's letting out their fears about but you, sir or ma'am, are stuck in the midst of all this confusion.

Will you ever escape this nightmare unharmed or succumb to the monstrosities that were not meant to be?

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"You look afraid. Don't be afraid. This is a dream. The last dream you may ever have, for nightmares are coming."

Don't Be What They Made You

I don't think it's out of Raven's character to want to bring down Transigen and help the mutant children though. I think that's part of her motivations. I see Raven as a bit selfish and impulsive even at this point in her life. While she wants to reconnect with Charles and help Laura and Logan, I think she still would take the fight to Transigen if/when possible which I do expect to be met with resistance. If you're not sure about how I'm characterizing Raven, we can go with another plot though. I want us both to be comfortable with direction and intent.

@Genkai

Nah. It's okay. I'm just suggesting that Logan would directly conflict with Raven and her ambitions which would in turn create some good and interesting roleplaying.

Anyway, I'm still waiting for that IC post.

Don't Be What They Made You

I do see Raven as selfish though, while she values Laura's freedom and wishes to help her and the others escape Transigen, I can still see Raven wanting to confront Transigen now that Laura is finally without restraint. Raven isn't who she once was, phsycailly, I think she'd want to use the strength behind Laura to tip the scales. I also see Raven as having been able to snag a few vials of serum to help those like Charles and Logan, it wouldn't be a permanent solution but I think Raven has been preparing for this juncture for a while. Logan wouldn't want to fight the large scale fight Raven may lean toward, Laura would have her own reservations but I don't see Raven's choices fueled solely on kindness. Laura as an ally gives Raven a chance to bring down a few Transigen lab. That would be another source of conflict for the group. Head to the border, go on a detour, etc. If you're not on board with the idea I understand but I do see this RP as an opportunity to change some things and explore different tactics on each individual's desires.

@Genkai

I didn't say I was particularly against the idea. I just said that there would be a lot more to explore with it and that Logan would conflict with Raven about her decisions.

Otherwise, I'm alright with this idea, so long as it doesn't escalate into 'Bringing the Transigen Corporation Down' and become mutant freedom fighters.

Don't Be What They Made You

I don't think we'd have to worry about that. We are posing a new plot so we can develop Logan and Raven a little differently. Given the new change in dynamics with Raven now along for the ride, some events may change. I think along the way Raven may try to target and bring down a few small Transigen labs if possible. She sees the big picture of Transigen as a threat and with Logan and Laura she's got a lot more strength on her side.

@Genkai

Logan is old and arthiritic and losing his healing factor and Laura's a child soldier. I don't think Raven would try to bring them along and turn Laura into the true purpose of becoming a child soldier against Transigen if she was disguised as Nurse Gabrielle. Remember, the X-23 children are being given over the border so that they can be safe from Transigen. Using Laura as a weapon against Transigen would defeat the purpose of that. Raven is characterized as having hatred against corporations like Trask and Transigen but Logan would conflict with her on that.

Don't Be What They Made You

I wasn't sure if we wanted to extend the time to get Laura to the border to allow us some more room for sidetrips and easier pacing so I left it vague, leaving us room to adjust some events as we'd like.

@Genkai

I think that would be good, as long as those side-trips don't contradict the characterisation of Logan and Raven along with not shattering our suspension of disbelief.

Shattered Reflections - A Pokemon RP (OPEN FOR APPLICATION)

So you need three total?? Or should I limit myself to two ATM because of my F5??

@Cerces22

In the lore. Many trainers have managed to overcome Novice Gyms with one or only two mon since Novice Gym Leaders take it easy on them.

I was expecting one mon for each trainer but I'll make an exception for you if you do your character profile good enough.

Shattered Reflections - A Pokemon RP (OPEN FOR APPLICATION)

Well that still kinda fits into my character sheet in a way, I did say that she is Wiccan trying to control/channel life energy of people and Pokemon a like and I did plan on Diaval being a more subdued ghost type which is why he was alonewhen he found my charie, but I leave the end result to you, if it clashes to hard I can easily switch it to an other Pokemon to better fit the narrative. I don't want to mess with such a marvelous thought out universe

@Cerces22

Nah, it's alright. Novice trainers are expected to have three mon by the time they face their first Gym Leader so just add another mon. Won't be a problem.

Just formulate whatever solution you think is best.

Shattered Reflections - A Pokemon RP (OPEN FOR APPLICATION)

I did drop my application off this morning in your inbox @The Bork Lazer let me know what you think, I can post regularly, if there is a problem please alert me so I may correct any mistakes you find with the sheet

@Cerces22

Ah, sorry, must have been a glitch in the system because I couldn't see your message.

There's a bit of a problem with it, though. Because you're the first Ghost Type Trainer of this RP.

Just a few things, though.

These were my original plans for Ghost Types in my setting. Ghost Types are one of the F5 species due to several reasons which I will list now.

- They are sadistic and regularly do Conjuring-Annabelle shit to humans for shits and giggles.
- They feed on the life-force of humans.
- They can only be killed by another Ghost-Type or a Dark Type.
- They're typically outlawed for Novice usage.
- Ghost Type trainers are known as Channelers because they channel their life-force to control ghosts. This is why Channelers have a reduced life span.

Anyway, I thought that would have spoiled too much about the type and I would reveal it later in the setting.

Novice Trainers aren't expected to have F5 species in their reportaire. Ghost Types are a F% species per my lore.

So, you can have two mon, one being a ghost type and another a non-ghost type or you may want to change your character profile to suit the above information.

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust - A Fallout AU 1x1

Still looking!

Shattered Reflections - A Pokemon RP (OPEN FOR APPLICATION)

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Nothing ventured, nothing gained

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"- And that's why I'm going to become a trainer."

Silence reigned. It wasn't a silence where the recepient of the answer was brimming to the eyes with tears of joy. Nor scowls of anger. Rather, it was a detente. Unfortunately, he wasn't one for words. Willis gripped the arm rest of the old, carved hickory rocking chair for a few seconds or more before breaking the lack of conversation.

"Well, got anything to say to me?"

It was hard to believe the man sitting in front of him was The Ratel. A Blackhat Ranger. A person whose long shadow haunted him, even if they were separated routes away. Now? He was just a lowly berry farmer. A berry farmer who subsisted off disgusting Unovan Petill cigars and his numerous bottles of alcohol. Scotch. Whiskey. Beer. Spirits. There always seemed to be a bottle near to him whenever he could help it. Although, he wasn't reliant on it to the point of it being equivalent to a lifeline. Unlike so many others.

That was his father, though. On the precipice of falling from his heights, but yet, just barely hanging onto the edge.

His senior's face perched up to look at his own in an infuriatingly apathetic glance, as if he'd been dozing through the entirety of his speech. Their features were about the same. Genetically. There was the same ruggedness and angular shapes, well-defined design that been passed on by blood to him. Only that time had seperated their looks apart. He was looking at a warped reflection of himself. Well, with both arms that was. His father's hair was the color of ashen brown, peppered with flecks of grey after years of ennui in Pallet. His skin had become a coarse, leathery texture, akin to that of a Wartortle. His eyes were a cold shade of crystalline grey that were on their journey soon to become cataracts. His attire of choice was a simple get-up. A flannel shirt and mud-caked jeans from working out in their precious field all day.

The man replied back, the timbre of his voice unchanged, even after decades of ageing.

" You should have said hello to your mother before she went out to the market. Maybe, I should call her with my Tact Pad, see if she can pick up some of those Oran Berri-"

" STOP IT!"

He slammed his remaining fist on the armrest. His father paused. Great. Trying to steer away the conversation. Just when he'd tried to reach out to him. Willis ripped off his cast furiously and pointed towards his healed stump, trying to elicit some sort of reaction out of his father. Anything!

" Just....stop patronising me! I'm not a child anymore. Enough with the bullshit! Stop the stalling and tell me what you think of this. Of me. Of my decision."

He lifted the stump out more towards him, revealing the cold pale scar tissue and the fading stitches around the amputated area.

" I've tried the Ranger Corps! I've sacrificed a literal arm for their cause and all they can do is laugh at me. Compare me to you. They call me the Badger. The little fucking Badger compared to your Ratel. So, tell me. Do you support me on this! Do you?"

Willis finally collasped on his chair, his composure broken like a shattered plate on the floor as his father, Robert H Ashton remained silent through it all, stone-cold.

" Please...I need to know."

Silence. Again. When his father opened his mouth, Willis thought he was finally going to say it. That he was finally giving him permission. Handing him the keys to his own destiny. Relieving him of his own shadows.

The answer wasn't what he wanted. Nor what he didn't want at the same time.

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There was a wide variety of ethnicities here. Viridian. Pallet. Fuschia. Saffron. Motherfucking Vermillion. No Cerulean, Cinnabareans or any foreigners he'd seen so far, however. No foreigner would be insane enough to come out to a mere trainer graduation party, however. Indigo still were in the works negotiating their alliances to the internationally-accepted peace ruling body that was the Concordant. The Orre Situation made the security a little tight in immigration and in a world like this, you'd have to be a rich motherfucker with a bucket of Idols and your own personal butlers to afford cross-regional transport.

Yet, people all over the world still had a desire for tourism. Despite everything that happened. Seemed that even cataclysmic events couldn't halt the curiosity of humanity. Especially tourism.

Once he made sure Thrush had calmed down to a safe level, Willis set him down back again and stood back against the wall once more. Ugh. Couldn't this sideshow be done and over with, already? If he had to bear the last 5 minutes of waiting wallowing in gossping, then, hopefully, it was good gossip. The Ranger Corps had a host of good conversation topics when they were bored. Fuck, Marry, Kill. Bets on who would win the Indigo Regional Finals. Who was the hottest celebrity trainer. Dumb trainer stories of the week. Who would win in a theoretical match-up between a Blackthorn Dragonite and a Ophanim Salamence (The most commonly bred one was the one used by the Blackthorn Clan but discussing into the details of different species was too mind-bending for Willis.)

The topics that civvies commonly talked about seemed taboo or even strange to him, after spending two years in the Corps. Discussing how cute each of their pokemon were. All of their materialistic worries were alien compared to his. Getting coupons for the next Poke-Mart summer sale. Buying that new model of whatever brand, good was out there. Talking about the political relationships between Hoenn and Sinnoh. How the stock market was doing.

He didn't care about that crap out in the Frontier. All he cared about was killing the mon and anything that could raise his morale was a plus. All of that just seemed.....beneath him now that he'd been medically discharged from the Corps.

"Perna Rockwood. This is one here is Brutus. We're from Saffron City as well."

A girl like her from Saffron? That was suspicious. Because, for one, he was hella sure that a heavily urbanized area like Saffron wouldn't play host to Tauros. Nor did her garb or overall physicality matched those of the average Saffron citizens he saw. Their mental muscles would have won them a gold star in the cerebral WWE but those bunch of pencil-necked eggheads had noodles for bodies. Or maybe he was overanalyzing. Perhaps, she'd moved in from the country to the city at a young age by parents who wanted a better life for her. Maybe, the Tauros was a trade over the Wet Market or a Trainer Mart. Didn't have to go prodding his nose more in than he had to.

"Sorry, he's not in a good mood today. Too many people."

Like any Tauros would be comfortable in a place like this. Or pokemon for that manner. For all that Rangers gabbled on about those 'damn trainers', it was a miracle that with this much mon and this much noobie trainer packed in one place that there hadn't been an incident yet. Perhaps, his faith in humanity wasn't misplaced after all. Nevertheless, it was to be expected. Tauros were naturally a rigorous and tempermental species like the bovines of old. Fickle. Irritable. Willis moved Thrush's pot away from the old Tauros unless it got any ideas.

Anyway, it seemed like the only other person he could stand being in the corner with was now engaging in conversation instead of engaging with letters. Looked like she'd succumbed to the same fate as him. The announcer overhead spoke out once more, before cutting off at the end with a electronic buzz. The trainers continued to chatter as the monotone voice of the announcement blurred with the haze of chit-chat.

" Attention, all trainers. The ceremony approximately begins in about 10 minutes. Please make sure that your pokemon are stored in your poke-balls by then and that you are properly prepared for the activities of the ceremony. Until then, please enjoy the mandatory refreshments available in the hall."

Willis rolled his eyes before musing out loud towards Perna.

" People today. Can't keep track of the time. Need announcements to do their work. Maybe, if more people could, this damn conference wouldn't take as long to begin."

He unscrewed the lid of his canteen, looking at Perna curiously before swallowing down a gulp of water.

" So, why'd you decide to come to this shindig of a graduation ceremony in the first place, anyway? Full of social hormonal teens and young adults like you and me? You seem more interested in reading those letters back there and keeping yourself quiet rather than have whatever Oak wants us to do."

Willis shook his head and gave an offhand remark towards Perna, clutching his head. Ugh. Looks like he couldn't escape the trap of socialization forever.

" Well, guess I can't judge you since I've been doing that crap as well. Ranger with one arm signing up to be a trainer. Why don't you write that story to one of your pen-pals?"

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Wet Market - One of the official colloqiual terms for the section of the underground Black-Market that primarily operates in dealing rare and undocumented wild and trained pokemon to trainers. It has been rumoured among the League community and all League officials have tried to crack down on any illegal, unsanctioned League trading of wild mon but so far, the Wet Market has remained elusive.

Ophanim Salamences - Ophenim Salamences are a breed of Hunter-Killer genetically augmented Salamences that are primarily used for Miltary operations to defend strategic Military outposts from terrorist attacks. The question of whether Ophenim Salamences are reliable has been debated thoroughly in the Indigo Provincial Congress for some time now, due to the dragon's species innate trait for pre-mediated violence.

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