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Post by NPCs on Mar 3, 2014 20:39:21 GMT -6
You've been waiting for a chance to do this ever since news came out through the ranks that they'd gotten the serum. The first to volunteer, get training, but not administer. A girl in Veherna was turned first, and although you would've hoped it was you doing all of them, at least one thing rings true with everyone.
You hate the filthy humans.
This is your glorious chance to change the world, become equal. So there's your special target, a boy who did good things for the world not very long ago, and might get people's attention. Three team members go and grab the boy, pulling him in. You have the serum ready to inject your worldly duty as they drag in the boy through the door, ziptied at the hands and feet.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2014 19:39:35 GMT -6
For Black, today was just one of those days that you wish you would have never crawled out of bed.Though, who really expected to be dragged through the streets bound like you've been arrested? And by Gjinka of all things. The hostile actions that seemed to be imposed apon him by the half-human half-pokemon species was more of something from shock than anger, he hadn't one anything to harm them, he didn't participate in such things. Though, he supposed he was partially fault in the first place for playing bystander.
Some form of nasty scowl placed itself upon the young adult's face as he was roughly dragged into a large van, a small growl beginning to come out from his throat in a sign of rebellion. A horrible effort to try and make his captives back off. Regardless of the situation, who was he really to allow things to happen so easily? He learned this the hard way, when Musha left him, and he nearly let N get to him. "I just need to reach my belt, if I can get one of my Pokeballs open I'd have a chance of getting out." Black thought, his glare intensified as he began to look up to who he was held before, twisting and attempting to contort his hands to something he had very little chance of even reaching for.
After all, if looks could kill someone; Black's would make the entire van burst into flames. WORDS: ### NOTES: Since it wasn't said, I'm assuming he isn't sedated or gagged atm. I hope he's in character, I haven't RPed him legitimately angry before. |
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Post by NPCs on Mar 4, 2014 20:06:01 GMT -6
Your assistants stick a needle into the boy's arm to sedate him. He stops writhing, like they all will when needles are stuck into them and sedated. "Stick a gag in his mouth, we can't have him screaming," you say, and they comply.
There's a needle in each of your hands as you stand over the boy, a gleeful look on your face. You grab his shirt and pull him up near you, your Magmortar features exposed and angry. He and his whole kind are scum. With a smile, you stick the first shot into his collarbone, and drop him on the ground. You grab his wrist and stick the other shot into it.
Ten shots to go, and he will be a part of your kind.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2014 19:54:48 GMT -6
The attempts the young adult had made to try and get to his Pokemon quickly became in vain as he felt the grips of his captors tighten, sticking a needle into his vein to stop his consistent thrashing. Black's eyes hazed over as the sedative took its effect, his writhing coming to a halt. But it wasn't over with that, a gag was forced over his mouth quickly after being told by the person he had been glaring at previously. Although, that didn't stop him from very poorly attempting to bite one of the Gjinka's fingers off during the process. As aggressive as he was being, what else could he really do in a situation such as this?
He felt himself being yanked forward as the Gjinka having previously barked orders grabbed him by the collar. An angry Magmortor, something you normally wouldn't want to see. Glazed over drunk eyes still stared angrily at the Gjinka, a weak and muffled growl coming from the back of Black's throat. The words "I'm not afraid of you." kept playing over and over again in Black's mind, despite how vulnerable he obviously was at this point.
Making these creatures angry wasn't the best thing he did ever, and that was certain by the wickedly insane face he was given by the Magmortor Gjinka.His look of rebellion quickly went to a halt when another needle was stuck into him, this time his collar bone. Black's eyes widened like saucers as he limply fell to the ground, before another needle was stuck into his hand. He felt a cold numb go over his body, the kind you'd get when your body was asleep, and along with that a painful pickling was felt over his entire body, making his breaths heavy a if he was trying to grasp onto life itself. "W-wha di-id they..." The young adult tried to think, trying to wrack it for any idea of what they could have possibly put into him. It wasn't anything natural. And oh god, whatever this unnatural 'toxin', as dubbed at the last minute of thought, was he could certainly feel it.
What he couldn't feel at the moment, however, was the blond fur beginning to grow on his body, starting at his collar bone. Or the small flecks of red tinting his milk-chocolate brown eyes. WORDS: ### NOTES: This is a long one. Woopsy. Edit: Added small Lucario features forming. The more important things; ears and tail, will start forming later. |
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Post by NPCs on Mar 6, 2014 22:00:57 GMT -6
This is a wonderful moment in your life. The boy has entered the first stage of metamorphasis: a small part of the Pokemon he's turning into has started to appear on his body. There's fur peeking out on his chest, and a bit of it is appearing through his shirt. You put your hand down and feel the fur. It's so soft. So you bark to your helpers "Take off his shirt. This way we can see what's going on with him." Naturally, they comply, and you can see all of the fur on his chest.
Time for more shots. You grab two more, one in each hand again, and stick them in the spots. Three, four. You grab two more and continue. Five, six. You repeat the process three more times, until you're out of shots. Instead of telling the people with you to throw the boy into the street, you say "Let's watch what happens to the boy. There's already some fur on his chest. It's not going to take very long." Your voice is cruel and sadistic.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2014 20:15:16 GMT -6
The prickling continued to get worse as the fur stretched across his chest, pain erupting from the area that the Magmotar gjinka had touched like a sleeping foot hitting ground. Some forced growls mixed with slightly held back pained groans escaped from Black's mouth; muffled by the gag, as he began to be lifted from the ground. Whatever this toxin was doing to him, he really really disliked it, such dislike mixed with pain starting up a very tired rebellion again. Although for him, it landed with his shirt off thanks to the awkward comment from the main threat in the room at the moment.
If Black could form coherent thoughts, he would be questioning why the heck this person wanted his shirt off, and what was going on with him. Of course, said question would short after be answered as the young adult during his half-baked struggling saw the growing fur in the corner of his eyes. Not entirely sure what was going on, his iris's shrunk when two more shots were pierced into his numb body, followed by two more again and as more needles were pierced in, one could clearly see Black, normally known for being ambitious and headstrong, begin shaking as if being thrown out into the cold with nothing but summer clothes on.
As the needles stopped coming, Black began to breath heavily again as a side effect of the serum. The blonde fur that had begun growing ended towards his lower abdomen, and the gasp that would come shortly after the heavy breathing nearly made him choke on his gag. After all, feeling one's spine extending at the tail bone was not a very comfortable feeling at all, and said tail bone would grow fairly long until a sickle-shaped blue tail poked its way out of his pants, leaving a ripped-out hole in the general area. The tail was followed up shortly by his ears, starting to take shape and forming from normal human ones into ones that resembled more of a fox or a jackle, also covered in blue fur as it popped his red and white poke ball cap off his head. Features very clearly belonging to that of a Lucario, such features that ended out with an involuntary twitch to the ears, followed up with an involuntary flop of the tail as if his brain was subconsciously trying to make sure they worked okay.
WORDS: ### NOTES: Sorry for the late reply, and if anything seems off. Operations suck, and so does recovery time. D: |
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Post by NPCs on Mar 13, 2014 18:33:58 GMT -6
It's complete. The boy has little tiny fangs, fur all across his naked chest, and the ears and tail of a Lucario. It's perfect. If he tried to get them removed, it'd cause serious issues that can never be resolved.
"Alright! Alright! Move out! We've got about five minutes until the sedative wears off, and we need to be five miles away by then!" You yell, and they undo the zipties and throw the boy out the door and into the street. The door slams shut and the van drives away quickly.
You've just handed the boy a wonderful life opportunity, and he's going to love it.
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