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Post by NPCs on Mar 3, 2014 20:55:10 GMT -6
You're slightly worried about what you're about to do. Isn't it illegal? Won't there be repercussions? You're not sure. This is what you've been aspiring for, what you signed up to do. If it gets better rights for your kind, you'll take the risk. Since the Ishya Ruins are basically peopleless, you have no issue getting the person you've been picked to turn. One person circles in from the front, the other from the back. He's ziptied in the hands and feet quickly, and you grab the first shot, ready to inject at the collarbone. But you're having second thoughts as he lays on the ground under you. Noel Richards |
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Post by Noel Richards on Mar 5, 2014 10:24:51 GMT -6
WE DON'T PLAY GAMES OF CHANCE It all happened so fast. It was his mistake to assume that the Ishya Ruins were empty. After all, he traversed this place dozens upon dozens of times to reflect and remember, of the past and the future, never meeting another soul save for the rare few pokemon that left as fast as they came. He knew the place like the back of his hand, what it was before, and what it was now. But apparently not well enough. Familiarity bred complacency. Regulus, his Mightyena, would almost always be by his side to trek the crags together. On this bad weather day, he decided not to send him out. He'd walk alone, just for today. That was his first and final folly. Without the ears that the Mightyena granted him, Noel never saw his attackers through the thick mist until they were upon him. They went for his hands and legs first, immobilizing him before he even had the chance to reach for his pokeballs. "What the hell?! What are you doing? Who are you?!"Tossed onto the ground like a ragdoll, the gym leader tasted dirt, but he didn't relent in the slightest. Thrashing madly, he fought his restraints in vain, refusing to yield a single quarter to his assailants. tag: @ NPCs ▪ ooc: thank you! |
BY KERRIA ♥ OF GANGNAM STYLE |
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Post by NPCs on Mar 6, 2014 22:15:08 GMT -6
"Get on with it!" one of the men yells, his voice muffled through the mask. You put the first syringe in near his collarbone. It barely makes it in, since you're trembling a bit. Suddenly, you realize this probably isn't the right thing to do. What did the poor guy do to get tied up and turned into a gijinka? Probably nothing. This is all supposed to be the beginning of a new era, in which everyone is like you, and everyone is happy. It probably isn't the truth, but you'll get in trouble with your coworkers, so you quickly grab his wrist and put in the next shot. There's no turning back now. Not like you ever could Noel Richards(Also, heads up, he's gotten about a sixth of the total dosage, so he's not going to be that much Pokemon yet.) |
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