Sweet Heinous and Insatiable Trepidation

The grinding sneers of a large motor or engine resonated throughout the facility; not a single soul would approach the deep throated roar of the machine, nay, not even a fly or mouse. Dials on the sides shone like the red eyes of a beast that seized its prey with its unearthly gaze, its metal skin was hot as the steam escaped from the exhaust pipe mounted on top. Its putrid odor wrecked the air, fueled by crude oil. This machine, though? It was the smallest concern of any individual in the facility of evenly cut wood and iron. This building – a sawmill – its old workers had long since abandoned this place, but were too foolish to demolish what they left behind. Criminals and thugs had taken over, making it their base of operations; one that was so damn deep into the forest, a lone traveler had ought to be already lost to find it. The only voice to dare challenge the machine’s noise was a man whom was pleading for mercy – and those that victimized him to his breaking point.

“Please,” the man hoarsely wailed, “I told you all that I know… please, just let me get back to my—”

Two guards on either side of him dressed in black looked at him with a grimace. The one on his left kicked the hostage in the ribs with steel toed boots, causing the man to yowl in pain and have his face burn into a rosy red. A man sat behind a mahogany desk, glossy with a protective coating. He sat in a fine, spinning leather chair, but his office of luxury – one with an air of civility and formality; a president’s office, even – none of it had him distracted from his duty. His face was flustered with anger from the man’s lack of intelligence.

“What you know is nothing that we don’t already!” he sneered, his voice was laced with something sinister and it crawled up the victim’s spine like a snake. An ominous sense of foreboding tickling the back of his mind – it crawled through his thoughts like an eldritch monster, its shrieks piercings his mind, and where – where could he possibly run that could provide a refuge against himself! The man in charge signaled the guards with a hand and turned around, the guards roughly picked him up and hauled him across the room, closer to the sounds of a running motor, the growling monster.

“What-what are you doing?” The victim panicked. He was helpless to defend himself against his capturers, his marauders – crackers!

The man behind the desk gave a rueful, albeit, rhetorical sigh and replied in a deceptively soft and formal tone. “A man dies... only a few circles in the water prove that he was ever there. And even they quickly disappear. And when they're gone, he's forgotten, without a trace, as if he'd never even existed. And that's all.”

“What!” The victim yelled out to him, panicking as the slide opened and revealed the contents it concealed: on the bottom of a narrow slide was a spinning serrated blade, beckoning him with each of its riveted, metal tongues.

“Look through the window behind me and my desk. Gaze into the forest, and relish the warmth that the sun’s rays beats with against your skin. If you're lucky, that will be the last you feel.”

With that, the two guards on either side of the victim heaved the poor scrap into the slide. Above him was the metal weaved in such a way how one would make a chain fence, but was barbed so that nothing would fly out… and that the victims don’t try to stop the inevitable. The man screamed as he slid down towards his impending doom. Instinctively, his hands went up to grab the fencing, but at the speeds he was going, the barbs tore through the flesh of his hands and fingers like butter, mutilating them. His screams became more shrill as the pain burned his hands and as he gazed at the exposed bone and tendons. All this pain, all this grief – in suddenly ended in a brutal mutilation of his body as it was sawed in half, leaving nothing but crushed bones and a mutilated pile of flesh and organs in a receiving crate. A glossy red ribbon of blood oozed down the slide and the metal saw was coated in the same scarlet coating.

The two guards grunted and walked back to the desk in an orderly fashion with their hands behind their backs, awaiting the orders of their superior. The man behind the desk sat down in his chair and confronted the two guards. “Get someone to clean up that mess, will you?” the man barked, “It’s going to reek in a few hours’ time.”

“Yes Giovanni, sir.” One of them replied before leaving the room. The other guard that was left, seemed to be of a higher rank, as he was the one to have hastily sent the other guard away with a dismissive glance. He held his stance, positioned in the same spot, awaiting further orders from his boss.

“I will get a hold of it I tell you,” Giovanni swore, his anger and aggression lacing his words with fire, “you will get me—“

“Yes Giovanni, I know.” The guard interrupted reassuringly. “We will find it. I assure you it will be in our grasps no later than two months.”

Giovanni sighed. Two months was unacceptable… but he had to take it steady. He was getting old and the last time he had been so hasty, it had cost him a fortune – and an opportunity that wasted a lifetime of research and resources. The clone was of no use. It was an experiment, making a live creature of immense power and intelligence; who would think it would react well to its artificial conception?

“You are dismissed.”

The senior officer nodded and left the room with his hands behind his back and with his dignity intact. Despite the silence and the reassuring tone of the senior officer’s voice, Giovanni couldn’t help but feel troubled. This wasn’t just some average creature they were dealing with, but that wasn't what made him uneasy. They had chased it across several regions, and it had finally come to Kanto where the majority of his legion lies dormant, and where headquarters was as well. What troubled him was his own ambition – how far would he go to achieve this power? He reached into his pocket and flipped a coin.

As far as he needed to.

We start out in the Kanto region and your character will be receiving their first Pokemon. However, not in any way you would expect: a local program has been going on for a couple years and was recently promoted, and now trainers from all over Kanto - and ones possibly from overseas (although that is a tad more unlikely) to receive their first Pokemon from a massive give away at Professor Oak's farm in Pallet Town. The program is hosted by a man named Oscar Gene, who gives away close-to-hatching Pokemon eggs at random to a group of young trainers and/or coordinators. The goal of the program is to unbiasedly obtain Pokemon at the very moment of the birth to maintain the closest relationship possible. Meanwhile, Team Rocket activity is at a sky-rocketing peak, a breaking record in Kanto's history. These reports appear to be mostly petty crimes, but many conspiracy theorists have come to believe that it is all just a distraction – a diversion, to take the officials attention from what was truly important.

>Normal forum rules apply - no spamming, godmodding, metagaming, and et cetera.

>The first version of this RP had trouble with users posting too frequently, and ignoring the orders of the OP and/or moderator. Listen to me and the rules I put down. All of you.

>Proper grammar and spelling is a requirement. In addition, please push yourselves to post long, yet quality posts. I expect a paragraph at minimum if you can. I may slide posts otherwise if I find it excusable.

>No legends or shinies are allowed. I will also add that any Unova based Pokemon are unavailable in Kanto for plot and canon reasons. However, you can have a Unova based Pokemon's egg. You can not and will not receive an egg that contains a genderless Pokemon or a Pokemon incapable of reproducing.

>Your character or Pokemon may die dependent on how you play. If you or any of your Pokemon die, do not cry. Deaths will happen, you have been warned. Moves such as Explosion, Memento and Perish Song DO kill Pokemon.

>Your Pokemon starts with their starting moves and one egg move if it has room or is able. Do not give any of your Pokemon moves it cannot naturally learn (does not include egg moves). Unnaturally learned moves can only be obtained from a TM or a tutor. On egg moves, choose ones that come off as realistic. A Treeko learning Dragonbreath looks and sounds ridiculous. Energy Ball is more likely, but the stronger it is, the longer it will take for you to learn how to discover it, use it, and learn how to control it.

>I'm just posting this here so people will read it and it will be obvious: the egg event is on a farm at Pallet Town.

>Put the very first sentence of this thread in the Other section of your character sheet to prove that you have read everything.

>Do not control my plot, other people's characters or their Pokemon. Try not to make plot twists without my permission or make yourself the center of attention either. That's called spotlighting. I control everything. Deal with it.

>The moveset system here is pretty simple, easy, and relatively AWESOME. How the hell do Pokemon suddenly forget moves, and suddenly learn a new one? Once your Pokemon learns a move, they know it permanently until you bring them to a move deleter, whom in reality, we'll call "The Psychologist". He also helps you remember moves. But there will be little reason to visit him.

>Remember that this is your FIRST Pokemon. Do not give your character a prior one, and they won't be super-duper smart and knowledgeable and know everything there is to know about Pokemon and traveling. Because they don't. See metagaming.

>Realistic names and ages. Bulldozer will not be your name, and I doubt you'll be fifteen. Fourteen is still pushing it. The most I'd allow is 13. The age range is 10 - 13 (possibly 14). So remember to act your age. You kids won't be swearing left and right and you're relatively inexperienced. Despite the age range, things will still get gruesome.

>Remove the (parenthesis) in your character sheets please, for the love of God.

>Have fun, most importantly. Remember that a roleplay is a collaborative story.

Remove the parenthesis "(example)"

Name: (Think of logical and normal names)
Sex: (Male/female, boy/girl, XY/XX)
Age: (10-14)
Appearance: (What do they look like? Be detailed, two paragraphs minimum)
Personality: (How do they act and how do they think? Be detailed, one paragraph minimum)
History: (Explain their life leading up to this moment. Be detailed, three paragraphs minimum)
Other: (Anything else that you would like to add)

Pokemon: (What Pokemon do you want to start with? Any Pokemon available except for some obvious choices. It will come from your egg.)
Egg Move: (Add only ONE egg move if the room is available.)
(P)Other: (Anything else you want to say about the Pokemon?)

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