Savato

Pokemon & Humanity: A Familiar World | [Always Accepting] |

~Freddy Girault~

This was getting insane, a bunch of people were just accumulating over here as a wild car suddenly stopped right next to the group, causing me to turn my head to face them. I'd immediately derive my full attention toward the real menace at hand, the guy with the gun as big as my freaking body in his car. Yeah my senses got strong but whatever he had a weapon. This one I fixated with an actual intent to kill, the kind of look he could see through the hazy rain and the wet fur, there was no mistake, I was more than ready to shoot him between the eyes if he actually made a move I wouldn't be comfortable with. I just quickly glanced on what was around him to see who was in the car, and I could see at least on person in the passenger seat but nothing else at the back. My gun wouldn't change its trajectory, ever, and wouldn't shake either as it wouldn't be the first time I aimed to end the life of a man.

"The gun down away now. I got enough with the three stooges and wannabe fed here to care about some random new crazy fuck."

I said in a rather irritated tone, thinking that my approach with the gun may not have been the BEST idea but it was likely to be the most educated one. These creatures all looked capable of killing even without a weapon while I looked like an over sized hamster with fat looking fur. I felt like we were all in equal grounds, everyone with the possibilities to kill one another. Well anyway, I felt a bit like the antagonistic figure in this situation, which slowly prompted me to lower my weapon, but this guy with the shotgun just seemed way off given we were already too much.

"Alright look, you've all probably guessed that I won't shoot you guys if you don't do anything absurdly dumb. However I'm not lowering this gun until this guy in the car shows how harmless he really is. Putain de merde quoi, que des emmerdements...."

I've said, clearing any misconceptions they could have about my intentions, after all the big dragon thing appeared to understand this situation more than the rest. The little cop guy didn't seem to bad either, though stating he's pretty much a fed may or may not have been a good thing. For my part, it didn't matter given the shithole we were all in.

"... There's a hotel I just got out of toward the direction you were going. The staff are gone but I got out of these because such big ass buildings are just immobile targets for these flying things and screwed over airplanes. Also yeaaaaah Pokemans. Gotcha pal."

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~Jade Fintch~

"OH my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!"

This guy was completely out of it, driving like a freaking psychopath in a road filled with fire breathing shits with wings and weird creatures, crushing a few along the way making the voyage a lot less enjoyable than it should have been. After a little while, I adapted to this shitty procedure and took out my phone to check if I had internet. I did this because, you know, no one knew what the fuck was going on and we all know the internet knows everything. Clicking and swiping, I tried to use Google, and the loading took FOREVER, I almost got as mad as the guy driving my dad's car and practically breaking it. I wasn't commenting on shit, my dad would shut his mouth if he knew about this predicament anyway. Ugh, it wouldn't load, so I simply gave up.

He suddenly stopped and we ll got noticed by those.. Things?! What the fuck were they? I could hear them speak normally but all I saw were realistic looking furfags, three of them being very typical yiffing-like suits: The small one with the gun-tail thing, the anthro dog guy and the cat-like thing that could apparently float or whatever and said he was from the cops. The rest would be some fatso dragon thing that looked like some badly drawn Barney and some other cat thing with weird claws and Egyptian like traits. My God were they all horribly ugly. I didn't even want to get involved in this and actually hopped this batter guy was insane enough to euthanize these grotesque shits. But as I grabbed my phone from my pocket, again, the little furfag with the French accent, the one waving the gun with his tail in a ridiculous fashion, mentioned something about a hotel and how it was deserted. Hotel. Free Wifi. Internetz. INFO. I jumped out of the car and practically hopped in the middle of the group, hands in the air, or more like at the level of my head.

"Hold up gaiz! Free hotel means free internet! Free internet means information on EVERYTHING! Including how to deal with this crap!"

I tried to look innocent here with a rather goofy smile as if I was giving the revelation of the century, the almighty miracle of internet was upon us and we could make this miracle a reality by going to the hotel. The rain started to soak my head as I remained paused in the middle of the whole thing, risking getting shot at any second if they found me to be not very entertaining. I turned my eyes toward the group of three plus the guy who talked about knowing a place and being with the cops, then toward the French hamster thing and finally back at the batter, maybe to see if they were, you know, LISTENING TO ME.

"Okok, guns down boys and girls, no needs to be raging attention whores and simply follow the voice of reason~"

As I said that, I marched toward the hotel, expecting the others to follow. I actually didn't really care if they all followed, but I'd expect at least ONE to follow and protect me, or at least serve as sacrifice fodder if some huge dino-Pokemon-thing came around. What did I just think? Pokemon? Whoah whoah, this guy may be speaking as a creature that worked for the cops but that doesn't make his words true. Pokemon? Seriously? That's retarded. Or was it? Eh, everything got retarded the instant I met this batter guy. I could see the rain clear right before me as I walked as sassy as possible, hair completely ruined by now, and I could distinguish the hotel from the rest of the buildings.

Experiments

Well I think that if some have kids, they could eventually be 'mutations', having similar powers but the effects are different and such.

If we speak of passing on genes, there would probably be more chances of having a child that's a mutant by having both parents like experiments than a single parent being a freak and the other normal. There's also a chance they make a normal kid.

My character isn't developed enough to make children, so she can't naturally pass on her genetic disease and the immortality that naturally comes with it, let alone her powers.

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Will reply later tomorrow (European time), as I'm going to bed early for a surgery planning appointment tomorrow.

Preparing for the purging of my wisdom teeth.

Experiments

Drake Baku said
kinda dont follow atm?

Pretty much added to the theory of using 097's data and sickness for the new character's experiments. It wasn't clear enough? :c

Experiments

I'm very cool with Drake's proposition regarding my character's data. Offers a lot of character development once some files are revealed I suppose?

It makes sense as well since 023's immortality is improved compared to 097's (which would be a very human-like goal, to reach perfect and transmissible immortality), although the latter has much higher control over her interactions with any form of matter as well as her aging manipulation in general from what I could read.

That's just my grain of salt to complement the theory.

Experiments

Red's Scythe from RWBY is quite effective.

Scythes suck in combat unless you're in an over the top anime or cartoons with fans who like dark stuff representing death (SCYTHES).

However this one is actually useful. :D

Experiments

Thanks! :D

Experiments

Oh oh oh oh! Drake, can I have my character on the intro post? O:

Experiments

[ Subject 097 ]

Well that worked, the machine gun seemed intact in exception to the smoke coming out of it and it appeared to be completely offline. I felt like a good person there, helping those in need even though I'm putting my life at risk, what a selfless act they should be grateful for! Nonetheless I remained hidden behind the big gun so the armed guys wouldn't get all jumpy once they see my casual self just hanging around. I sighed, expecting more shooting and random power blasting, but what I actually got a very quick warning that something was happening. As this 066 guy screamed to get the heck out of there, my eyes enlarged slightly as all this got kind of creepy. I would choose to swiftly bounce back as a magnificent theater of colors and eventually visible lightning could cover the entire area and illuminate this forsaken hole. The blast of power seemed to be avoiding my area for some reason, even though I was hidden, it appears the people causing this mess were aware of my position.

After this was all done and things fell into darkness, I rose from my hole and looked around, emergency lights were still present over my area due to the strike 'missing' my position, allowing me to see around the area of the now dead automatic gun as well as the charred corpses of soldiers nearby. The smell was awful, but the adrenaline from what just happened made me somewhat immune from the disgust I would normally be feeling. Seeing people die and corpses were common for me nowadays, with my power and tests, one could easily assume I've had to handle many angles of 'death' during my little vacation here. Being able to see, I pressed my hand against the dead turret gun and caused it to rejuvenate, fixing the machine I had previously broken by aging it a few hundred years. The computer attached to it went back online and had reset, allowing me to select its properties, notably what kind of targets to take down. It already had in its memory to ability to recognize soldiers and avoid shooting them. Control-Alt-Suppr I did to that machine, switching the targets of the gun to the soldiers and avoiding EVERYTHING else, including the prisoners. Good thing I didn't have to hack or anything, as when it reset it assumed it was the first time used, thus I had access to whatever entry code I wanted on it. What a kick ass gun that is. The remaining soldiers, terrified but still around, were shot via infrared view by the machine, their bodies exploding into pieces when they meet the gun's canon. This would also prevent reinforcements from being a nuisance as well.

The group beyond would clearly notice the random surge of senseless gunshots shooting near the end of the area they seemed to be escaping from. I turned my attention toward the voices and footsteps coming from their direction and started to walk toward them. I kept a rather calm demeanor, not wanting to cause a bad reaction or sudden moves, I made my footsteps loud enough to be well recognized as a person walking toward them and not catch some weirdos by surprise. I also kept my hand against my holstered handgun, not out of fear but we can never be too safe with one of these experiments, claiming to be friend or not.

"I can do the slapping if you doze off during a fight. Believe me, mine work exceptionally well on slackers like you."

I'd say in a slightly sarcastic tone. I wanted to appear friendly but not overly welcoming either, I couldn't trust these people but I could at least help them get out of this hell. I kept my eyes fixated on most of them, as best as I could, hoping that things would go as smooth as possible. But I could hardly see the rest of them through the dark, as they would also only see a silhouette of a short person, hand where a gun would normally be put away, and a voice that sounded close to a young teenage boy's rather than a little girl's. Yeah that voice annoys me too, but I rarely got to use it since my leisurely stay in this place, so I got over it for now.

"I'm not staying in this rig much longer. So I'm only helping you good folks if you start hustling."

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KaBling said
Fuck that sheit. Let's continue.

That's the spirit! :D