Yoshimitsu
Former Moderator
There was a time when Orre was not the perfect spot for a journey. Blistering deserts, very little water, not even wild pokemon to catch. However, thanks to Project Noah, that had changed. There were now wild pokemon in Orre.
However, that wasn't necessarily a good thing. In the top left hand corner or Orre, there was a mysterious building that was always kept locked. Many people believed it was an abandoned warehouse, or a forgotten building. Only the people inside knew its true identity.
"Move those pokemon over there into shipping." A deep voice ordered.
"Yes sir." Said a much meeker voice. A tall man, with dark brown, almost black hair that went to his shoulders, wearing a deep red sleeve-less hooded top and black jeans, who was clearly the leader, stood in front of a glass wall. Through the wall, there was a Gardevoir tied to a bed. Attached to the ceiling was a long, steel probe.
"Cancel the experiment." The leader said.
"But sir-!" Another figure said.
"No buts! The experiment is to be cancelled. Ship this pokemon to the lab. They need a strong psychic type to test a new form." The leader said firmly.
"A new form?" The figure said, evidently interested.
"That's classified information." The leader said, sounding slightly angry.
"Yes sir. I'll ship it right away." The figure said, sounding just as meek as the other person. He quickly walked into the room and withdrew the pokemon into a pokeball.
"A new form... Yes... But they also mentioned a drawback... I can only imagine what this drawback is." The leader said.
In the middle of the desert, there was a panel. It was hard to notice, hidden under a foot of dry, shifting sand. Only by accident did most discover it, and they thought it was a bit of scrap metal. Anyone who thought otherwise generally disappeared a few days afterwards. This panel lead to an underground laboratory.
It was not a pleasent place. Inside, if it were not for the sound-proof windows, the shrieks of pokemon would fill the air. Rooms almost identical to the room in the seemingly abandoned warehouse were dotted throughout this lab, some of them even filled with more than just a probe. This was clearly where those pokemon were being shipped to.
"Report." A cold sounding voice said.
"Kwai is sending over another shipment of pokemon. Also, he is sending over a Gardevoir." A man said, looking over some documents on a supercomputer.
"A Gardevoir? His Gardevoir? Yes... Perfect, even. His Gardevoir has all the power and strength of mind we need for an experiment of this scale." The first man said.
"Sir, are you sure that this is safe?" The second man said.
"Safe? Ha ha ha. Of course it's not safe. What's safe about it? We're messing with a psychic pokemon's inner power, inner darkness." The first man said, with a sadistic laugh. "All psychic pokemon have the power to tap into other creature's emotions. These emotions could be positive, which promotes strength and morality in the pokemon. However, a good amount of these emotions are negative. What happens to these emotions? The pokemon stores them inside, prefering to ignore them rather than use them to boost power."
"Sir, wont this kill the pokemon?" The second queried.
"There is that chance. However, it is only a fifty per cent chance. I'm willing to take those odds." The first man said with a cruel smile.
Leon stood, alone, at the Outskirt Stand. This was his first time in the Orre region. He had heard a lot of stories about the Orre region. For example, how the desert is uninhabitable. However, ever since Project Noah had taken place, there had been a good few species populating the region. Leon smiled as he saw the ground type pokemon run through the desert merrily. having never been so free in their lives. His gaze wandered over to the de-railed locomotive, and he saw a few grass and water types taking refuge out of the sun and under the stand.
"Heh." Leon said, smiling. "This place really is cool. Metaphorically speaking, of course."
OOC- Blah. Stupid C+Ping ¬_¬
However, that wasn't necessarily a good thing. In the top left hand corner or Orre, there was a mysterious building that was always kept locked. Many people believed it was an abandoned warehouse, or a forgotten building. Only the people inside knew its true identity.
"Move those pokemon over there into shipping." A deep voice ordered.
"Yes sir." Said a much meeker voice. A tall man, with dark brown, almost black hair that went to his shoulders, wearing a deep red sleeve-less hooded top and black jeans, who was clearly the leader, stood in front of a glass wall. Through the wall, there was a Gardevoir tied to a bed. Attached to the ceiling was a long, steel probe.
"Cancel the experiment." The leader said.
"But sir-!" Another figure said.
"No buts! The experiment is to be cancelled. Ship this pokemon to the lab. They need a strong psychic type to test a new form." The leader said firmly.
"A new form?" The figure said, evidently interested.
"That's classified information." The leader said, sounding slightly angry.
"Yes sir. I'll ship it right away." The figure said, sounding just as meek as the other person. He quickly walked into the room and withdrew the pokemon into a pokeball.
"A new form... Yes... But they also mentioned a drawback... I can only imagine what this drawback is." The leader said.
In the middle of the desert, there was a panel. It was hard to notice, hidden under a foot of dry, shifting sand. Only by accident did most discover it, and they thought it was a bit of scrap metal. Anyone who thought otherwise generally disappeared a few days afterwards. This panel lead to an underground laboratory.
It was not a pleasent place. Inside, if it were not for the sound-proof windows, the shrieks of pokemon would fill the air. Rooms almost identical to the room in the seemingly abandoned warehouse were dotted throughout this lab, some of them even filled with more than just a probe. This was clearly where those pokemon were being shipped to.
"Report." A cold sounding voice said.
"Kwai is sending over another shipment of pokemon. Also, he is sending over a Gardevoir." A man said, looking over some documents on a supercomputer.
"A Gardevoir? His Gardevoir? Yes... Perfect, even. His Gardevoir has all the power and strength of mind we need for an experiment of this scale." The first man said.
"Sir, are you sure that this is safe?" The second man said.
"Safe? Ha ha ha. Of course it's not safe. What's safe about it? We're messing with a psychic pokemon's inner power, inner darkness." The first man said, with a sadistic laugh. "All psychic pokemon have the power to tap into other creature's emotions. These emotions could be positive, which promotes strength and morality in the pokemon. However, a good amount of these emotions are negative. What happens to these emotions? The pokemon stores them inside, prefering to ignore them rather than use them to boost power."
"Sir, wont this kill the pokemon?" The second queried.
"There is that chance. However, it is only a fifty per cent chance. I'm willing to take those odds." The first man said with a cruel smile.
Leon stood, alone, at the Outskirt Stand. This was his first time in the Orre region. He had heard a lot of stories about the Orre region. For example, how the desert is uninhabitable. However, ever since Project Noah had taken place, there had been a good few species populating the region. Leon smiled as he saw the ground type pokemon run through the desert merrily. having never been so free in their lives. His gaze wandered over to the de-railed locomotive, and he saw a few grass and water types taking refuge out of the sun and under the stand.
"Heh." Leon said, smiling. "This place really is cool. Metaphorically speaking, of course."
OOC- Blah. Stupid C+Ping ¬_¬