Team Pride (Serebii Version) *Start Up*

[lxdarknessxl]

(Kuro's gunna seem a bit arrogant. XP)

Kuro Tsubasa
Training Room
Dark Admin



"I'm sorry, but it's simply practice right now. He knows my moves, and I know his moves. In combat, information is always useless, it can and will always change. Not to mention that neither of us are fighting for real. If we did, one of us would get hurt... meaning, that grunt over there." Kuro laughed, pointing at the grunt who questioned him earlier. The grunt quickly moved to the exit, and Kuro grinned. "Now, Pride. Let us begin. Step One: kill all emotions."

Kuro closed his eyes, then opened them again, putting on an emotionless face. With this, pokemon of the Ralts evolution line could not sense his emotions, and pokemon of the Riolu or Lucario would have a hard time sensing his aura. Erasing your presence... one of the higher-rank skills of martial arts. Keeping an emotionless face, he quickly rushed over and made an uppercut, causing Pride to lose his balance. Quickly the large bird pokemon used Aerial Ace, knocking into Kuro's side. Right away, Kuro flinched a bit at the pain, but grabbed one of the bird's wings, and tried to knee it. Pride's eyes widened, and used Steel Wing to defend his wing. However, Kuro used his knee to flip the wing over, slamming Pride into the ground. The Honchkrow used Night Slash, but Kuro fell to the ground, kicking the bird's legs. Taken by surprise, Pride could not avoid hitting the ground, but quickly used Drill Peck with a combo with Wing Attack, to become a flying drill. Kuro jumped back, but his arm was hit by the sides of Pride, causing him to feel immense pain, with his arm bleeding, but no broken or shattered bones.

"Step Two: ignore all pain." Kuro spoke again, delivering a fury of fists to the bird's chest the moment he came down to strike again. Jumping backwards he kicked the torso, and stood as if nothing happened. However, he charged in with more punches right away. "Step Three: do not let your enemy recover."

Suddenly, as Kuro delivered the last punch, Pride used Giga Impact. Kuro dodged by an inch, but both sides got immense damage, and fell to the ground, panting in exhaustion. The emotion returned to Kuro's face, as he grinned. "Very good, Pride. The tests haven't hindered you much, have they? Let's take five until we practice your long-range attacks."

Pride screeched with energy, making Kuro smile. "Yea, I wish I was put into the combat corps of this organisation instead of the stealth as well, but now that I'm a admin, hopefully they'll send me on more combat missions than gathering information. Good job using the drill combo, by the way."

Then, Kuro turned to Fox. "You came to gather info, didn't you? Just in case we ever get into a fight? Well, as I said before, I think that is useless. Every fight I get into, I change my fighting methods. Not to mention that fighting isn't my forte."

 

[GoldenrodGirl]

((Right, I'm guessing everyone managed to catch up by now, just message me if you're still lost.

Now we can really get started.

Wherever your characters may be right now, just go along with this.))

Team Pride HQ. A massive building with endless hallways and countless doors that all looked exactly the same.

Nevertheless, somewhere in this building were the eight admins. Wherever they were, they would be found.

Around sometime after midnight, sixteen guards all in black were dispatched to gather the admins. Two personal 'escorts' each for those lucky, lucky admins.

Armed with sleeping gas, body bags and gas masks, these 'escorts' charged into whatever room the admins were currently in, and released the canister of gas, knocking out everyone in the room, including the admins. Into the body bags the admins went, and were carried off right back to...

Lab 2.

"Ah, so here we finally are. So nice of you to return, may I add!" An extremely familiar voice cackled at the sight of the eight body bags.

"Alright F, quit pissing around and let's get this done already." Alex interrupted.

"Oh, alright then, you old spoilsport!" Dr. F huffed, before the two unzipped the body bags, and placed each body in a chamber, with their arms strapped against the walls, leaving them just standing.

"Now, we shall begin!" Dr. F smirked, his eyes flashing menacingly. "Alexa, the syringes, please!"

Alexa rolled the trolley with the syringes with the blood samples that had been altered so they would be something morethan Pokemon blood.

"This is what you get for trusting me with your Pokemon!" F hissed, before he stabbed each needle into each admin's neck with their corresponding Pokemon blood samples.

"Alright, are you sure you've strapped them in tightly enough?" F turned to Alexa. "There is a good chance there will be major change."

"Positive." Alexa nodded, cracking her knuckles for good measure.

"Alright, let's go wait in the lab next door. We'll check on them every fifteen minutes, but they shouldn't wake up until later this morning. Ah, this is just like Christmas!" F sighed dreamily as he wandered back into the main lab, Alexa following him after she had sealed the door to the chambers tightly.

((Alright, when you next post you should write about waking up the next morning and being in your gijinka form. It will be your ultimate form straight away, no starting off with small stuff, just straight away.))

 

[GoldenHouou]

OOC: Aww, damn, just when there were some interactions going on. Ah well... So, I assume they're still strapped onto the wall and in a standing position? And... in the same room?

If not, I'll edit...

Also, yes, he's in his gijinka form but too, err, busy to notice. He'll realize it eventually.

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Rajiv Frestov
Team Pride HQ - ???
Ice Admin

Pain.

Throbbing pain in this head, stinging pain in his neck. And then a strange feeling, like something would have been pushing its way out of his head. Something sharp. And then there was… this feeling of his very blood being frozen. Cold. It was cool as it flowed through him. But it wasn't an unpleasant coldness, it was soothing. Maybe it had woken him up?

Woken… up? From what? Where?

Rajiv let out a small grunt, struggling to open his eyes in the middle of all the chaos inside his head. He couldn't think straight, everything was spinning and even with his eyes open, he couldn't see. Everything was too hazy.

Where the hell was he? The last thing he remembered was that he was about to start a Pokémon battle. Some… kid with his Infernape. Surely that brat couldn't have caused this. No way, his Pokémon couldn't have been that powerful, even if the typing had been unfortunate for him.

"Fuck…" Rajiv mumbled and shook his head, trying to shake the immense pain away. "Get the fuck away, I hate pain. I'm not supposed to feel pain. Nobody should be able to fucking cause me pain. I'm…"

"…Standing?"

Blinking, confused, Rajiv tugged himself forward, only to find that he couldn't move. He was tied. His hands were, to be precise. Still dizzy and his field of vision jumping like crazy, he looked around the chamber only to see the other admin, standing tied like him, unconscious. At least he assumed so. He wasn't really able to make out their details, and truth be told they seemed somewhat off, to him. They were more… colorful and… did someone have a tail? He shook his head and closed his eyes, he was probably imaging things. The only thing that mattered was that right now, he was the only one awake.

Only one…

Wait, that was… suspicious. Why was he the only one? In his hazy and confused state, his paranoia, the flipside to him being an excellent conman kicked in, worse than ever.

What if… what if those others were just pretending? What if this was a trap? Maybe they had found out about his true motives, maybe he hadn't been lying well enough. A conspiracy. Against him. That sissy boy on his Honchkrow had left somewhere, the tall bitch had left somewhere, so had the quiet guy and… what if they had all gathered to plot against him? And now they were secretly laughing at him, all awake and listening and observing what he'd do, with their Pokémon somewhere close and-

Pokémon?

Rajiv was snapped out of his small mental breakdown when he realized that he had no idea where his Pokémon was. Had they done something to it? Not really having time to plan anything out, for the first time ever he just opened his mouth and spoke, not even knowing what came out his mouth.

"Pagos!" He shouted, struggling and looking around furiously, not even bothering to check whether he actually carried his companion's Pokéball, "Where are you boy? You alright?! HEY! PAGOS!"

 

[Musical Mayhem]

Amelia Ryder
Team Pride HQ-Lab 2(?)
Grass Admin

Amelia's head felt like it was on fire. Something had stabbed into her neck, she was vaguely aware of that, but her head was still so hazy from the... sleeping gas? She must have been gassed. Had that little crossman lead some kind of attack on them? Where was flirty boy? Had he done this? She'd kill them both. There was a really strange, scratchy feeling running across her body, and that's when she lost consciousness... again.

Amelia groaned. That was the pathetic moment that brought her back once again. Her head was throbbing, especially her ears. Especially those. They really hurt... badly. She groaned again, and this time, her eyelids fluttered open. She could see the blurry forms of the others in the bright light, they seemed to be... strapped to a wall? Where was Quinn? What was going on?

A glance down at her wrists and chest revealed the same thing. She too was strapped to a wall. Thick, long binds criss-crossed her chest, and her wrists were strapped down against the wall. But there was something curious about those... there was something green poking out from under the cuffs. Perhaps they were some kind of cushion? A torture device maybe? Probably the latter, they were really scratchy... almost like leaves.

"Pagos!" Flirty boy shouted and Amelia's eyes were drawn towards his blurry body. He looked like a big white blob. Why was that? "Where are you boy? You alright?! HEY! PAGOS!"

His final scream made Amelia's ears cringe back against her head instinctually. Wait. Her ears flattened against her head? That wasn't possible. The drugs had to be messing with her brain. Of course they were. Right...? In any case, Amelia needed to get out of these binds. She struggled against them, much more discreetly than flirty boy. First she tried her wrists and her ankles, but they were bound with the strange scratchy material as well. What the heck was with that? The material even rubbed through her pants, which was so not normal. That's when she noticed another limb thrashing. A tail. It was whacking wildly between her legs, smacking them evenly.

"Uhhh," Amelia moaned for a second before letting out a small shriek, "Holy sh!t, I have a tail. What the hell? WHY DO I HAVE A TAIL?" Her voice held traces of panic, mostly within the volume and cursing tone. It was probably the most emotion any of the other admins had heard in her voice yet. Lack of emotions meant strength. Emotion meant weakness. Amelia excused this philosophy for a moment because, quite frankly, anyone would freak out when discovering they had a tail.

 

[Niihyl]

Tora Zephyrine
Team Pride HQ – Mysterious room
Water Admin

F*ck. F*ckity, f*ckity, f*ck. My head hurts. My neck… it’s really… really sore. Voice, what happened? Why am I standing, strapped to this… thing?

Some kind of sleeper gas. They put us out. And… something’s different about us.

What? What are you talking about? Where’s Ekirei? “Ekirei!” I cry. I begin to cry. It hurts… and… and… I fall through my restraints.

…interesting. We liquefied.

I liquefied! You just talked in my head! And… wah, I’m made of water! I solidify suddenly. And my clothes aren’t wet!

Obviously because the water turned back into you, thus being sucked out of the fabric.

Don’t use ‘thus’. Makes you sound dull and smarmy and boring.

You don’t even know what smarmy means. And looks like the other admins are in… quite compromising positions. You’re the only free one as of yet. You could easily… drown them.

Ooh! Ooh! Tickle them! I want to go and tickle them!

I enjoy the fact that you aren’t concerned at all by the fact that you can shift into water.

Alright, alright, enough with Voice. I can melt into water! I wonder how that works. Do I focus? Say some magical little rhyme? Or just want it eno-

Whoa! I’m made of water now! And change back. Cool. I finally look at the other admins. Interesting! They’re all mutants!

So are you.

Shut up! Haha! Stick Insect girl is green and leafy!

"Holy sh*t, I have a tail. What the hell? WHY DO I HAVE A TAIL?" Insect-girl shrieked. Loudly. And tall coat-boy is shouting. How loud. I look around the room. Even droplets of water couldn’t get out of here. It’s all sealed up.

“Everyone’s all mutated. What did the crazy doctor do?” I wonder aloud. “And shut up. Stop being so noisy.” Seriously, looking all disdainful and haughty, and then freaking out. But, they’re a lot more interesting to play with now.

… I’m bored! I amuse myself by dousing Cross-boy with my arm. WITH MY ARM. How cool is that? And then I pull myself back together again. I love my new superpowers!

…Are you a child? For goodness’ sake. Get your act together. Focus. Watch and wait. Watch and wait.

 

[InnerFlame]

((Arrogant tone... that’ll angers him. I hope you won’t mind but since your battle isn’t super-detailed and Fox is an extremely observant so he’ll notice a lot of little not always significant details.

Curse you busy times... I’ll still post his response to Kuro this anyways and move to the mysterious room.))

Fox Harper
Team Pride HQ-Training Room to Unknown Location
Psychic Admin

Fox’s sapphire eyes got narrow; he didn’t like pretty boy’s tone of voice toward him though it was far better than his usual. Getting a grunt to leave he began to show off a more ‘realistic’ battle between him and his pokemon. Was he trying to prove his point about his combat style and the danger of it? After the display both were injured though only one was bleeding. “You came to gather info, didn't you? Just in case we ever get into a fight? Well, as I said before, I think that is useless. Every fight I get into, I change my fighting methods. Not to mention that fighting isn't my forte.” For a moment he glared at the dark-eyed boy, talking.

“So you can say things that aren’t completely absurd and here I thought you were a fucking idiot.” He honestly told him his true feelings; he always got a little riled up when people gave him that haughty tone. “I just need to know what you can do and what your pokemon can do. Then I’ll know the best way to approach a fight.” Not every fight was exactly the same and anyone that thought that was a moron. He learned plenty from just that small scuffle. One, girly boy knew some kind of karate and he knew it well so it was best to keep him at a distance. Two, the bird is quite independent of its master thus even rid of its trainer will no stop it for attacking in a more logical way.

“There are many things you can’t change even with training: the way your body naturally reacts, little habits that come out with fatigue or in split-second reaction. Like your tendency to dodge left majority of the time, how you seem to favor your left hand when you punch and right leg when you kick.” That was something little he notice in his observation and he could keep going but it would be meaningless. With a shrug of his shoulders he walked toward the door which was closer to Kuro. Reaching the frame of the door Fox spoke one more, “You don’t have to worry about me; I’m not really built for melee fighting... I’m Fox Harper, thought you should know since we’ll probably be forced to work with each other.”

The admin left the training room; he had gotten enough from him to last him awhile. He had revealed a little about himself to religious whiner though he doubt he was smart enough to use any of it. Nor have the balls to use it since he was mister saint. He still hated that guy’s guts more than ever, but he knew getting in a fight with him would be difficult not because of his pokemon. Alakazam could easily take down the bird of that pretty boy but not so certain about the person himself. It would be alright though he could easily think of a strategy to counteract his martial art training. With single stretch he decided to head back to his room and get some sleep he would give his pokemon some training at a later time.

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“Ugh my head its killing me,” Fox muttered as his consciousness returned. As he eyes opens his vision was blurred and his eyes in pain… sleeping with contacts in irritated his eyes. He tried to move only to be held back by restrains. He quickly began to recall of the previous day... or days which ended with him being knocked out by sleeping gas. Then the unpleasant events began: one person began screaming out a name really loudly, then other began freaking out mentioning something about having a tail, there were other voices like two girls going back and forth speaking loudly; combination of them were making his aching head worst. And he couldn’t help it, he snapped.

“Shut the hell up,” he screamed out at the annoyingly panicked, and arguing voices in pain; their voices just send sharp pain in his head. As the nineteen year old Admin furious shouted out something strange happened, the glass light near him shattered to pieces and the chain that held him down crunched and collapsed to the ground. “…..” Fox found himself speechless, not that it was something new, but what the hell had just happened.

He pressed his hand to his forehead only to quickly notice the sharp, pointed nail pricking him. Looking at his hand his nails wasn’t the only oddity, his skin was discolored. The skins change was subtle but his pale skin now had a light golden color to it. That was only few things his hair was clearly blonde though he was only able to see the tips of it that framed the side of his face. And finally something strange was on his head he could feel it, it felt like a part of his body though he wasn’t sure of what it was. With this observation he could only stand there shock not understand the situation.

“Ugh, what the hell is going on?” he asked no one in particular as he looked around. His vision had become clear enough to notice the changes of the other admins around him. They seemed to have similarities to pokemon... their pokemon (?) was he the same? He couldn’t tell he could only seeing so much of himself and his body with the dark clothing covering a good amount of it.

 

[lxdarknessxl]

"Ugh..." Kuro got up, and grabbed his head, trying to calm his headache. When he got up, there was some uncomfortableness on his back... with a confused look, he took off his shirt, exposing his muscled body, and his eyes widened at the sight of two large black wings. Carefully, he began to fly up into the air slightly, and then got back onto the ground. "Black wings... my name truly fits me now. Flight will be a great asset in combat."

He sat down on his bed again, and then stroked his left wing, and then noticed something. "This texture... human bones, meaning the weakness of having hollow bones are out, but the feathers...!"

He lurched to his feet, his face full of anger. "DAMMIT! Those bastards infused us with our partner's DNA! My wings are those of a Honchkrow!"

Feeling discomfort with having wings on while wearing a shirt, he glared at his wings, and spoke. "How can I make these... disappear?"

Suddenly, the wings disappeared into his body, making Kuro's eyes widen, and he looked at where the wings were again.

"Appear." the wings came out.

"Disappear." the wings went back in.

Seeing this, Kuro sighed in relief, and put his shirt back on, his wings gone. Carefully, he lifted a hand, and focused. Soon, a purple, swirling orb of darkness appeared over his hand, and he scowled. "Shadow Ball... As I thought. They injected me with Pride's DNA."

Frowning, he lifted his right hand, and chopped the Shadow Ball, with his eyes seeming as if they were swirling with darkness. His right hand was pitch-black, and seemed very ominous... "Night Slash."

 

[FireTypeLover]

Carl Kiozad
Team Pride HQ
Fire Admin

Carl's eyes opened and he groaned in pain, his head hurting and neck hurting a lot. He rubbed his neck and started thinking. What the hell had happened? He remembered something about people with gas masks bursting into the room...what room was he in again?

Before he remembered, a familiar voice yelled, "Pagos! You alright?! HEY! PAGOS!"

It was the tall guy's voice who challenged the admins to a battle. Hmmm...who would Pagos be? Perhaps his Glalie companion.

Throughout his thinking, many voices were yelling out stuff. There was a voice screaming about having her having a tail and a voice saying "Appear" and "Disappear" and-

"Shut the hell up!" a voice yelled out. Carl was shocked by this and sighed. Ugh, why couldn't things ever be normal for him? And the others, he saw. The girl who was screaming about having a tail, truthfully, had a tail, and that angry guy had black wings. Oh, and the girl screaming about having a tail was still screaming.

Carl put his hands on his ears to try to cover all the screaming and yelling, but he noticed his ears was somewhat...pointy...

"Pointy?" Carl muttered in surprise. "What the..."

After looking around at the other people in the room and remembering all he had heard, Carl deduced that that crazy doctor guy had infused him with his Infernape's DNA and he had gotten the Infernape species' pointy ears. Carl chuckled.

"Well, I have is the Infernape species' pointy ears, it's not like I have a tail like that girl's...OH GOD, I DO HAVE A TAIL!" Carl's calm voice changed to a panicky voice as he looked down and saw his tail, but soon calmed down.

"Oh, calm down...all I have is a tail! Who cares? It'll be perfect for killing that damn doctor!" His only regret now, however, is that the Infernape species did not have a tail flame like its pre-evolutions did.

 

[GoldenHouou]

OOC: Yay, others posted too 8D I guess I'll go ahead and post again, then. And lxdarknessxl, weren't they all strapped to a wall and not in bed?

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Rajiv Frestov
Team Pride HQ - ????
Ice Admin

Rajiv's frantic struggling came to a halt when he realized some others had woken up too. He could hear groans as they regained their consciousness, but he couldn't make out who the others were. His mind had begun to clear, but his eyes hurt and everything was still hazy. Was he about to go blind? What had they done to his eyes?!

"Holy sh!t, I have a tail. What the hell? WHY DO I HAVE A TAIL?"

Squinting, Rajiv turned to try and make out the tall bitch's details once again. Tail? Did she say a tail? So he hadn't been seeing things earlier. Thank Go- no wait, he didn't believe in God… thank himself, then. His eyesight still worked somewhat, at least.

And she sounded stressed. Was she just that good of an actor, or was she not part of whatever conspiracy was going on? She seemed to have some freak experiment done to her, and the panic in her voice sounded real enough, so…

“Everyone’s all mutated. What did the crazy doctor do?” He suddenly heard someone say. A woman? That short chick? “And shut up. Stop being so noisy.”

Noisy… That word struck to him. Was he being noisy? He had… shouted something. About Pagos? Why would he have done that? Rajiv closed his eyes, taking in a breath or two. He hated, loathed to admit it, but that chick was right. He had to calm down. Fuck Pagos. He'd find that piece of shit slave of his later. Now, he had to focus and calm down, get his act together and remember where he was. He heard voices, shouts, both angered and confused, and someone told them all to shut up again, he was pretty sure. But he wasn't paying attention anymore; he had already fallen deep in thought.

Team Pride was involved in whatever it was that was done to him. Partly, it annoyed him. They had managed to surprise him and even hurt him. But on the other hand, this was exciting. New. A challenge, and now he had a reason to pay each and every member of this organization back, doublefold. No, make that tenfold. He'd show them, crush the entire organization. Heh, that was something he had never done before, it'd be interesting. And as for these other admin… he'd have to be careful, he still wasn't quite convinced they weren't part of this.

"No…" He roared in his mind, "fuck you. I mean… Fuck me, I'm being paranoid. There's absolutely no way these losers would have figured something out or been able to trick ME. Being careful's good, sure, whatever. But I'm not going to tiptoe my way around them. I have my pride. I'm BETTER than them!"

Rajiv's anger came and went, and he had managed to ease the mess inside his head somewhat, at least for now. This wasn't the first time, after all. This always happened. He got paranoid, overly cautious and then it pissed him off. He got angry that he would even think someone had outmaneuvered him. But it was okay now, he could think again.

And so, he began to think what the shortie had said. Mutated?

He opened his eyes and, despite the horrid pain and the haziness, forced to look himself over. Everything seemed normal. No tail, no extra limbs or anything. He had just managed to conclude that nothing seemed off on his body when the pain suddenly intensified and he had to close his eyes again. Fuck it, he hated not seeing clearly, hated not knowing what the hell was going on. But the act, his act, the mask he wore wouldn't have cared about that. So closed the eyes stayed and the act continued.

The game was on again.

"What do you mean, mutated?" He mumbled out loud, in a curious tone not quite his own, not daring to try and look around, "Sure, tall chick over there's got a tail-"

"OH GOD, I DO HAVE A TAIL!" Rajiv suddenly heard someone shout right in the middle of his sentence. The voice was familiar. One of the two goody-two-shoes kids? The one with the Infernape, if he recalled. He coughed, a bit annoyed for being cut off and then continued.

"…So, a few others have tails, but I'm normal. Well… I'm a bit drugged so I probably don't look as hot as before, but other than that…"

He was about to continue, but swords suddenly froze in his mouth. Hot? Did he say hot, just now? ... Cold. There was that cold feeling that was still rushing through him. But that didn't count as mutated, did it? It didn't show. Well, whatever. He'd have to get himself free first. So he started tugging again.

"Damn it...," he snarled out loud, not sounding even half as annoyed as he truly was. And the more he struggled, the more frustrated he got and the colder it felt. His blood was freezing in his veins, his stomach was turning and he could have sworn his breath was vapor as it came out. So cold and... relaxing and...

He tugged his hands once more and this time, the ties that bound him broke and he fell forward, barely managing to avoid hitting his face. He rolled on his back, confused. The frozen pieces of the now broken straps rained down on the floor in large chunks after him, that much he could make out with his half-opened eyes.

"What the fuck was that?"

"Okay, so..." He began slowly as he got up to a sitting position. "Maybe there's something wrong with me too." With that, he turned to look where he thought the others were, still cursing in his mind over the – hopefully temporary – loss of eyesight.

 

[InnerFlame]

Fox Harper
Pride HQ(?)- Unknown Location
Psychic Admin

Of course there was more shouting to pierce Fox’s head before they calm down a little finally, which was great with his prolonging headache. Giving his blue eyes a gentle rub he began walking across the through the room pass the group still wrapped around the whole they were all mutated. The man made a note of two who he marked as responding strangely to this whole situation. First was Psycho Girl, but sense she was a mental mess her odd response was quite natural for her.

The other was Kuro: Kuro didn’t even look the slightest bit consider or worry about the fact that wings had sprouted out of his back. He didn’t even seen afraid of what unknown side-effect he could suffer from; he was extreme calm and almost happy to be a mutated freak on top of being the most hated person in this room. On top of that, he began doing something else, a pokemon attack? What even made him think could do one? It seem to him, that he knew a little too much despite the suddenness of this whole thing. But just may have been him reading into this whole thing too much or maybe a slight paranoid that someone in this room had already stabbed him in the back.

He rubbed his temple it didn’t seem like the pain in his head wasn’t going to leave just yet. The nineteen year old feet stopped at what seem to be the only exit to this blasted room. The golden skin guy grabbed the knob and tried to twist it, of course it was locked. Giving a few forceful shoves didn’t do anything at all. He ended letting out an annoyed sigh as his scratch his head of newly blonde bangs. Being trapped in the room wasn’t a concern for the black attire man; it was more the company of people who didn’t even know the names of except for the one. And he didn’t want to in the same room as him more than the other six.

Fox was pissed and that emotion was clear as day on his face; though he wasn’t fighter he we looked like he was ready to punch someone. He kept it to himself though so he wouldn’t add to the already frantic emotions in room that might end with people panicking and raising their voice.

“Damn I‘m pissed off,” the words just came out in a furious aggressive tone. He didn’t want to show his anger, but this situation just rubbed him wrong. Assuming that he had been forcefully tested on with something experimental, they just knocked them out and did it. This bad sci-fi remake done on him; just thought of something like that happening to him greatly just bruise his pride. Fox was ready to get back on the one that did it to him with violence.

 

[lxdarknessxl]

"Please stay calm. You'll live longer." Kuro stated, with no emotion in his voice. His eyes seemed dead, yet it was clear that he was alive. His wings were gone, and he was calmly standing up, his arms crossed. "Being frantic or angry won't get you out of here. We may be staying in here for a while... get comfortable, and if you want revenge on those who mutated us, learn to use your powers."

Kuro began to check out which attacks he could use, copying how his Honchkrow had used those attacks. After all, that's how he had used Shadow Ball and Night Slash... This would be a great asset in combat. However, his face stayed emotionless... until he noticed something. "Oh yes. I should be getting comfortable as well..."

Calmly, he took out a comb, and closed his eyes. Carefully, he straightened out his hair, now it going down to his waist. He opened his eyes, and began to speak in a feminine voice. "Much better."