That Kildahl Game IC

[CosmicOccurence]

Peter
Pewter city is bustling around like always. As you look out the window of your townhouse, you see the Pewter Museum at the edge of town, and Mount Moon rising up to touch the sky in the distance. Both places were relatively familiar to you, though the world was still quite a large place.

This is sandbox, so you're free to go where you want and do what you want.

Makoto
Rain falls heavily just outside Cerulean City. You're about half an hour away from your farm by miltank, and right outside the city gates. A miltank killer is out there, you can feel it in your bones.

This is sandbox, so you're free to go where you want and do what you want.

[UncleScrewtape]

Peter smiles to himself as he finishes his leisurely breakfast. It was truly fortunate that he had been able to find a place to live so quickly once he had arrived in Pewter City.

After quickly washing his dishes and seeing that his Pokemon were fed, Peter shoulders his satchel and heads towards the Pewter museum. His hands ached for the feel of rock and dirt beneath his pick but he needed to familiarize himself with the local history first.

Let the games begin!

[Japancake]

Makoto rides into Cerulean City on his Miltank, Chie, and contemplates the details of his ongoing investigation. He's been on a roll these last few months, and even the downpour can't kill his enthusiasm for making it to town.

Makoto knows that the killer must have a Pokemon with fire attacks, because some of his Miltanks had severe burns. The man has small feet, judging by his footprints, and can't be very tall unless he has an unusually short stride. And, most importantly, he has some sort of tattoo on his left arm. Makoto caught sight of it on that fateful night many years ago. He doesn't know precisely what the tattoo was, but it was there, clear as day.

He's been here before, many times. But this time rumor is on his side - word from the dark underbelly of Kanto says that a mysterious, powerful trainer with a penchant for fire-type Pokemon has been spotted in Cerulean City.

Makoto pats Chie on the head and chuckles as he pulls up to a Pokemon Center.

"I think this time we're gonna get some answers, Chie. I can feel it."

[CosmicOccurence]

Peter
Pewter feels nice to you. Maybe it's the rock gym that Brock runs or the museum full of ancient fossils that you're heading to, but this place seems like somewhere you'll fit in fine.

You enter the museum lobby about ten minutes after leaving. You received a letter of recommendation from Professor May, you ancient history professor. You can either head to the labs or go through the museum (as a student of history, you get free admittance). A receptionist sits at the front desk typing at a laptop.

Makoto
You get more than a few odd looks as you ride into town on your swarthy miltank. Apparently they weren't used to seeing such pokemon being ridden, especially in town.

The pokemon has stables out back for ridden pokemon, though it might just be simpler to return it before going in. The pokemon center is bustling with light traffic.

[UncleScrewtape]

Peter walks up to the receptionist and waits until she finishes with her laptop.
Excuse me? I'm fairly new in town was wondering if I could see the museum head.

He hands the receptionist his letter of recommendation.

I was hoping that I might be able to discuss, among other things, sanctioning some freelance digs in the local area.

[CosmicOccurence]

Peter
The receptionist scans your letter with practiced ease. Satisfied, he looks up at you and smiles. Of course. I'll show you to Professor Groton's office.

You're led down a hallway into a large office. Skulls and bones litter the desktop, and stacks of paper are pushed up against the wall. An old woman in a rather goofy looking dress glances up at you, large glasses enlarging her eyes. Oh you must be Peter Gemma. she says in a largely exaggerated voice. Come in. Come in. I was just discussing glacial migrations with my kabutopus gladius. She indicates one of the large skulls on the desk. Now. What can I do for you? Cracker? She offers you one.

[Japancake]

Makoto leaves Chie at the stables as he enters the Pokemon Center.

He takes in his surroundings as he crosses the threshold - there's a few potted plants and a series of nice couches lining the center's walls. There's a small crowd of people around the main desk. The resident Nurse Joy is carefully handling various trainers' requests as Makoto approaches and tries to strike up a conversation.

"Hello ma'am, I was wondering if you could spare a minute to answer a few questions." Makoto leans against the desk and tries to appear nonchalant.

"I'm sorry sir, but I'm terribly busy right now. Could you -"

"Really, it'll only be a minute at most. It'd mean the world to my investigation," Makoto interrupts, allowing a quick hint of desperation and need to creep across his face.

He can't quite read her expression and waits for her response.

[UncleScrewtape]

"Oh... umm sure, thanks."

He takes the cracker and nervously munches it.

As you know I'm in Pewter pursuing a... project. While your collection is certainly impressive, I've come to this city to search for fossils that still retain intact and functional DNA. With specimens like that, we can do far more than simply categorize them!"

Peter's eyes light up as he speaks, simultaneously releasing Avis and Victus on either side of him where the Aerodactyl and Carracosta stretch.

"My research has lead me to believe that the area around Pewter has an inordinately large presence of such fossils. If I can get the museum's sanction to begin excavation in the nearby Routes, I could learn so much! I believe that such magnificent specimens as these deserve to live again and that the world deserves to see them."

[CosmicOccurence]

Peter
Ah yes. Reanimation. Quite the useful ability. She examines you pokemon with careful eyes. Professor Blaine has told me about these beasties, but I must say I thought it was an attempt to bamboozle me.

She digs through one of the stacks of paper and comes out with a battered manilla envelope. I can clear you to dig in a jiffy. You'll need to fill out some paperwork, and of course all items discovered will need to be logged with me. Also, I only have authority over the surrounding routes. If you want to venture into the tunnels of Mt. Moon or Digglet Cave, you'll need to talk with Brock.

The envelope contains a variety of paperwork that requires you to give a large variety of information, including your contact information and social security number. It would make you an official Museum Volunteere with access to lab facilities and tools.

Makoto
Obviously flustered, the nurse responded confusedly.

Investigation? Can I see some identification please? What is all this about?

[UncleScrewtape]

"Excellent!"

Peter quickly fills out the relevant forms after a few frantic phone calls to refresh his memory. He excitedly returns them to the Professor.

"I was wondering if there was anything you could tell me about the local sites and, specifically, Brock. He's the local Gym Leader, correct?"

[CosmicOccurence]

Brock is indeed our gym leader. He's a rock type specialist who gets around - if you know what I mean. She winks at you. He's a little headstrong, but you shouldn't have any trouble with him.

As for local sites, we see quite a few fossils, though none with enough quality DNA to resurrect. We've found some archaeological artifacts from the Alphian Age, though no doubt you know that already. Mt. Moon has been much more productive, but our permits don't reach that far, and the mountain is a little dangerous for us to send our scientists, as most of them aren't trainers.

[UncleScrewtape]

"Hmmm, it sounds like I should seek him out. Thank you again, Professor, for all your help."

Peter reaches out and shakes her hand before leaving with permits in hand. However, he doesn't immediately leave but instead wanders through the exhibits for awhile before he leaves the museum and heads for the Pewter city gym. Odds are, Peter believes, that Brock will be there.

[Japancake]

Makoto smiles and straightens out his coat. Though he learned the best ways to deceive and trick information out of people from his days as a detective, the old fashioned emotional appeal was always his preferred method of intelligence gathering.

"I'm not with the force anymore, ma'am, so I'm afraid I won't be able to provide any ID. I'm looking for a man - a criminal, actually. He came to my ranch and killed the Pokemon I held dear. I've been chasing him ever since.

I won't bore you with the details, but I've come to believe he's been through these parts recently with a host of fire-type Pokemon. If you've seen anyone matching that description, I would greatly appreciate it if you'd inform me.

You're under no obligation to help me, but your cooperation may help bring a vicious man to justice."

1d20+5

[CosmicOccurence]

Peter
The museum is full of interesting and engaging fossils. Some you are familiar with - aerodactyl and carracosta - but others you only recognize from rough sketches in books. A kabutops and its kabuto children gather around a fossilized egg while what appears to be a hammer headed reptilian skeleton attacks.

Give me an Wis check

When you finally head to the gym, you do in fact find Brock. He trained in a large ring against what appeared to be three students, all of whom were attacking his large onix with fists and feet. Their combat ends with the onix coming out on top, and the group begins a cooldown before finishing up. They don't seem to have noticed you yet.

Makoto
The nurse nods in concern, her inner healer coming out. That's horrible. I'm so sorry for your loss, if you ever need anybody to talk to about it, we're always here for trainers that have gone through troubled times.


As for records, I can't access names of trainers - we don't keep that information - but I can let you know if there have been any trainers with large amounts of fire type pokemon.

She goes to a terminal behind the desk and begins to type. There have been two fire type users coming in during the last week. One is a regular who lives somewhere in town. His main mon in battle is a Ninetails according to our records.

The other we hadn't had in before. He had a stronger team than our regular user, and his team was pretty beat up. Strong ground type attacks had hit his team. It could have been that he came from Mount Moon, or he met a trainer with a team that focused on ground mons. He came the day before yesterday. I don't know if he's still there, but I remember he mentioned staying at Ellingson Motel on the south side of town.

Dr. Slice
You wake up to gentle pawing of King. It was the start of a new day, and the seaside villa that the lab provided you with was filled with soft colors and impressionistic paintings. It was a peaceful place, far from the shadowy deals and black markets of Celedon where you father (your real father) held sway.

Though you were technically scheduled to go to work today, the overtime hours you'd put in over the last three months meant you could take a sick day and the bosses wouldn't mention it. They certainly would like you to come in though.

[UncleScrewtape]

Peter pauses for a moment, something about that colony of kabutops had caught his eye.
[roll0]
Edit: Well, shoot.
However, noticing nothing out of the ordinary, he continues on his way and reaches the gym.

Peter, not wanting to interrupt Brock's regime, settles in, watching the rest of the onix's cool down. Peter waits until after Brock finishes with both his pokemon and his students to approach the Gym Leader.
"Ummmm, excuse me? my name is Peter Gemma and I have a matter of personal importance to discuss with you. Do you have a free moment?"

[HGSwellerman]

Dr. Rictor Slice's eyes opened in response to the gentle pawing of King. He sat up in bed and stroked him, his hand following the neck from under the jawline to the shoulder of his majestic companion. Dr. Slice reached over to the night stand, grabbed his glasses and wristwatch, and checked the time. 8:03. He was scheduled to work at 9:30, giving him ample time to perform his morning routine. His eyes were slow to open and he could feel the long hours of lab work setting into his bones. He looked out the window to see the sun's light playing on the ocean's rippled surface.
I could get away with missing a day...
King's nose pressed forward, nudging his knee. He looked down affectionately, a smile touching his lips.
You're right.
Slice stood up and, with a deep yawn, stretched his arms and back then walked through the rooms of his cozy seaside villa to the small side-yard. It was a nice place to live. The impressionistic paintings took some getting used to but overall the villa was comfortable and peaceful, which was all Rictor Slice could want. Releasing his other pokemon from their balls, Slice set out the appropriate food for each to have breakfast and then went inside to shower.
After dressing, Slice headed over to his home-office and grabbed a series of folders and charts that pertained to his cloning research with Subject A. He looked over to his work table where the tools of a more personal project were set out. He shut the door and went to the side-yard to retrieve his pokemon. Once outside, Slice took in a deep breath of the sea-salted air and released. He was relaxed. King by his side, Slice grabbed his lab coat and stepped outside for another day at the lab, he had work to do. The walk to the lab was short and pleasant; Slice was happy to share the stroll with his constant friend. Once at the door, King looked up at Dr. Slice.
I know, I'd let you stay out if I could.
After petting King's head once more, Dr. Slice returned him into the pokeball. It was 9:19 when Dr. Slice entered the lab, punctual as usual.

[CosmicOccurence]

Peter
Brock looks up at you as you approach him. Eh? Usually people just come up and say they're going to beat the muk out of me to get a badge. I'm sure I could spare a moment.

He leads you to the side of they gym to one of many small tables that people used when not training in the gym. What do you need?

Slice
You scan you ID card at the door to gain entrance, checked for weapons, and sent you into a disinfectant chamber. After ten minutes of procedures, you are admitted into the lab. The R&D department buzzed with activity. Scientists and lab assistants walked across the lab with sheafs of paper and manilla envelopes. Machines buzzed and whirred throughout the room, and petri dishes stewed at one wall.

Dr. Austin walked up to you. He was one of the scientists that worked more closely with you. He specialized in cloning technology, and you have had many conversations on the genome of ditto in the past months. Slice, how are you? We just finished some tests on porygon coding last night. It's a pity you weren't here for it.

Boz
Diglett Cave. Dark. Musty. Full of digletts. This was your home, a cavern deep in the bowels of the tunnel far from the relatively paved road that trainers took. It was here you woke up, ready for another day of saving nature.

[HGSwellerman]

Dr. Slice shook hands and exchanged greetings with Dr. Austin. Austin was a good coworker and colleague but he tended to get away from work more than Dr. Slice preferred.

I'm good. Well, you know how much I love Porygon. He let out a sly grin. The joke was well received. I was running some tests for the Eevee project with Subject A last night. He showed the manilla folder to Dr. Austin.

All the while they were walking to the lab where there was work for the Ditto Project waiting to be done. The Ditto project was part of a fossil cloning program that had been delegated to Dr. Slice from correspondents in Pewter City. They walked by the laboratory where Dr. Slice had spent the better half of the last month synthesizing vitamins that were ultimately destined for sale in Celadon City. Dr. Slice scanned his card and held the door open for Dr. Austin as they entered the lab. Dr. Slice summoned DAN from the pokeball and began preparing it for tests.

Dr. Slice nodded toward the curiously large stack of folders tucked under Dr. Austin's arm. What's that?

[UncleScrewtape]

Peter sits down heavily at the table.
"What I need is simple. I've come to Pewter to prospect and excavate for the fossil remains of ancient pokemon. The slopes of Mt. Moon and Diglett's Cave have potential, or so I've heard. Since they are under your jurisdiction, I came here seeking your permission to continue my research in reanimation. I can assure you of my credentials..."
Peter pulls out his letter of recommendation and the papers that he recieved at the museum and offers them to Brock.

[CosmicOccurence]

Slice
Dr. Austin perused the folder in interest, but seemed to have his mind on other things. Oh these? They're just some data I pulled for a colleague of mine in Viridian City. He was interested in one of our past studies on oddish migrations.

As you run some preliminary tests on DAN, everything seems normal. DNA sequences run across the television screens in front of you, and machines start to whir. Lab assistants are there to help you with whatever you need while you run the tests.

Just for kicks and giggles, give me 3 intelligence checks. Not only will this introduce you to the dice roller, but I can also introduce some interesting stuff depending on you're rolls.

Peter
Brock gives your papers a passing glance but quickly puts them down. I'm not as interested in what your academic credentials are. Instead, I want to know if you're tough enough to not die when exploring the mountains. I can't lease anybody to travel through the mountains without me knowing that you have what it takes to survive.

He leads you out onto the field. It'll be a 3v3 match with trainer involvement. You don't have to win to pass, just prove to me you've got some power. If you do win, you'll also get the Boulder Badge. He releases what appears to be an armored tank of a pokemon, which roars.

Shall we begin?

Map (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Akuo1v6xJCoXdEVwb21UMlJSRmZxRDhUVUl1eFZld UE#gid=0)

Speed 4

[UncleScrewtape]

Peter grimaces, these petty displays held no appeal for him, and releases his Krookodile.
"Very well. Terra, let's show him what we can do."
With an intimidating roar, Terra darts forward. She slams her powerful forelegs into the ground and attempts to rend the very ground on which Brock and his pokemon stand.

Meanwhile, Peter takes the opportunity to try to recall what he can about the rhyperior from his university days in pokemon research.

Terra:
Shifts to 4F,
Earthquake
[roll0] vs 2+def
[roll1] + [roll2] if crit.

Peter:
Frantic Research
[roll3]

[CosmicOccurence]

Peter

The giant quake takes a good chunk of the Rhyperior's vitality. Brock seems to be alright and seems to shrug the damage off easily. Tank, Go!

The Rhyperior shoots out a large spike from his chest cavity at the croc. Meanwhile, Brock charges pulls out a knife from his belt and throws it at you.

[roll0]. Physical Rock. AC 5 Crit 17+. [roll1].

Arms attack [roll2]. AC 2 [roll3]

[UncleScrewtape]

Peter grunts as the knife plunges into his thigh. However, unfazed, he steps forward and brings his mighty pickaxe into a roundhouse swing aimed at Brock.

Seeing her beloved trainer reel from Brock's blow, Terra rears around a rushes after him, her massive jaws seeking to rend the flesh of any who dared hurt Peter.


Terra:
Crunch
[roll0] vs. 2+def
[roll1] dark type + [roll2] if crit.

Peter:
Arms attack
[roll3] vs. 5
[roll4]

[CosmicOccurence]

Brock dodges the pickaxe, and when Terra attacks, he conjures up a glowing blue shield to block the attack. Tank runs up, and drills an arm into Terra.

[roll0]. [roll1]

[UncleScrewtape]

Terra faints under the powerful blow of the rhyperior and Peters face hardens at the sight of his beloved companions fall. He again swings his pickaxe at Brock simultaneously returning Terra and releasing his next pokemon, the carracosta known as Lapis. At Peter's direction the caracosta propels itself through Brock and the rhyperiors with a powerful jet of water.


Peter:
Arms attack, [roll0] ac 5
[roll1]

Victus Lapis:
[roll2] ac 4+def
[roll3] melee water + [roll4] if crit.

[HGSwellerman]

Dr. Slice introduced an enchained Kabutops, a rare specimen, as a test subject so that DAN could transform. Once DAN had transformed, Dr. Slice looked over the altered DNA sequence and began filling in the blanks.

Oddish migrations in Veridian City...

The thought of his hometown brought in a stream of unwanted memories: his house, his bodyguard, chasing after Rattata and trying to catch them as a kid. His father.

He clenched his fists and dropped his gaze to King's pokeball on his belt. But he never remembered any Oddish in his home city. The happiness of his youth clashed with Slice's perception of his father. The internal battle stole Slice's concentration.

Work. You have work to do damnit!

Dr. Slice returned his attention to copying the sequence of DAN's altered DNA. He was working at a furious pace.

INT Check at Lab: [roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]

[CosmicOccurence]

Brock groans as he takes the hit, and Tank faints. He releases what appears to be a stone fox statue that moves. It spits a blast of flame in a wheel seeking to remove its movement.

Brock chugs a lemonaid and retreats from the action.

Fire spin! [roll0] AC 4. [roll1] special fire. If it hits, target can't move for [roll2] turns, and you take 1d12 damage at the start of your turn.

[CosmicOccurence]

The day passed quickly as you worked furiously on DNA coding. It seemed like another standard day at the lab for you, but then, right as you were about to start wrapping up and heading home, something extremely rare happens: the DNA sequences match up with some force yet unknown to you, and a soft female voice emanates from your computer.

Coding Success. Petri dish clone of Kabuto 7 will be complete in 12 hours. It had worked. This had happened a couple times before, and you always gained valuable information from the data that you collect during a successful cloning. The process was nowhere near perfect, but it was progress.

+1 to all Int checks for cloning from now on

[UncleScrewtape]

The flames barely singe Lapis's stony hide. At the sight of the ring of fire, Peter calls out "Com on Lapis, it's trying to keep you back! Do just like we practiced!"
The carracosta's eyes narrow and, coating itself in water, seems to almost drag the flames with it as it approaches the the ninetails. With a furious jet of water, Lapis tries to smite the ninetales with its watery arm.

Peter: Uses Gameplan to move the Lapis to Brock's Ninetales.
Lapis: Aqua Jet
[roll0] vs2+def water melee
[roll1] + [roll2] if crit.

[HGSwellerman]

Dr. Slice's work was well done for the day, but now there was no obstacle to distract him. He opened the door to his seaside villa and quickly locked it shut behind him. He opened a locked cabinet in his file cabinet and scrambled through it for items: vials of venom extracted from Trank, mixed powders from Gaia's spores, synthesized chemicals made in the lab....

He gathered the items on his work table where there was already equipment out along with a few flasks and capsules filled with ingredients. He sat down and began working on his project.

How am I now father? Good enough?

His heartbeat raced and blood pounded with seething fury as his thoughts turned to his past.

No. I'm better than you. I'm better than you ever were.

He began work on a separate concoction. Combining the venom with the powder, Dr. Slice created a mixture in the glass flask. He added boiling water to the solution and then set it over high heat. After several rounds of decanting and reheating the solution, Dr. Slice extracted a dark purple serum from the vial into a syringe. Longing to rid himself of his tormenting thoughts, Slice drove the needle-point into his bloodstream. Slowly releasing the fluid, he plunged into ecstasy and all went dark. King brushed up aside him as he sat back in his chair and then rested his head on his lap.

[CosmicOccurence]

Peter
Brock helps his pokemon take the hit. The ninetails winces in pain, but withstands the hit like a champ. Its eyes glimmer as it hypnotizes your tortise.

Hypnosis: AC -2+speed evasion. [roll0] sleep.

Slice
As happened whenever you shot yourself up, you had trippy dreams. You came to at midnight still feeling a little on the happy side. King hadn't moved from his chosen spot, and he woke up when you started moving.

Sian?

[UncleScrewtape]

As the fiery fox wheels away, Lapis swats at it agian with his water coated arm before succumbing to slumber.

"Muk!" curses Peter as Lapis' eyes close.
He runs up and opens a powerfully scented canister beneath Lapis' nostrils and the Lapis' eyes snap open again as the fiery ring around him fades.

Victus Lapis:
Takes [roll0] for fire spin.
Aqua Jet, interrupt, melee: [roll1] ac 2+Def
[roll2], + [roll3] if crit.

Peter:
shifts to E5 and uses a full heal on Lapis.

[HGSwellerman]

Some of the dopamine-induced feeling lingered when Slice came to consciousness. He embraced King and held him for a while, running his hand along King's spine. He purred softly. After a short while, Slice stood up and drew a deep breath. He was no longer tormented by his worries, his head was level once again.

He let his breath out and walked over to his work table. I can put in another hour. He sat down and began to work; he mixed potions, crafted solution, and filled capsules with fine powders. Dr. Austin's report papers still stood out in his mind, but it no longer bothered him; he simply took note. King watched him at work and wagged his tail side to side. After the night had dragged on long enough, Slice retired to his bedroom already anticipating his next day in Cinnabar.

[CosmicOccurence]

Slice
You wake up to another beautiful day on Cinnabar Island. After cleaning yourself up and feeding your team outside, you head to the lab for another day of work. After going through the rigorous debugging process to ensure you are sanitary, you enter your portion of the lab. As you walk in, a pokeball slides towards you on a small motorized cart steered by a porygon. On it's display screen a message is portrayed for you:


The specimen from successful DNA coding of DAN yesterday.

Inside the ball you can see a small kabuto, still a baby fresh out of the petri dish, but it is a real life kabuto created not from existing DNA, but by creating a new strand of deoxyribosenucleicacid. Polite applause came from the various lab assistants throughout the building.

Professor Austin walks up to you. Congratulations Dr. Slice. Another successful experiment. You've been a great asset to the lab. We're so happy you chose to come here.

Lv 1 Kabuto. You can either keep it with you, stick it in the storage system, or do whatever with it.

Also, in your next post, give me a perception (wis) check.


Peter
The nintales weathers the hit, though it looks worse for wear. It's eyes flash, and it falls asleep while its wounds heal. Then, it leaps back up fully awake with traces of berry juice on its mouth.

Meanwhile, Brock charges in and slams a fist into your tortise.

Arms Attack [roll0]. AC 6 [roll1]

[HGSwellerman]

Dr. Slice felt a tinge of genuine accomplishment at the sight the little Kabuto. It was his creation, his work had given life to a little being that may one day grow strong. He shook hands with Dr. Austin and smiled, yet underneath his mask of happiness, Dr. Slice was calculating.

Could he be a Rocket?

Wisdom Check: [roll0]

Slice's suspicions had grown, yet for fear they may be wrong he tamed them and kept them in check.

Dr. Slice finished his report and then sent his comprehensive research and findings along with the Kabuto spawn to his correspondents in Pewter City. He was given early leave from the lab so he took the remainder of the day to enjoy the town and went to the northern shore so that he and his pokemon could soak up their serene new home. Maybe it was the small group of shady men, or the somewhat nagging suspicion that darkened Dr. Slice's demeanor, but even in the warm sun listening to the crashing waves he could not help but to feel a little unsettled. King was sitting alert close by.

[CosmicOccurence]

Slice

Just as you started to finally relax, the 'shady men' walked up to you. They were mostly wearing dark clothing: jeans, hoodies, one guy had on camo pants. They smiled at you as they approached, the leader even held out his hand for you to shake. He had on a pewter ring with a small gem in it, though you couldn't see it clearly.

Do I have the pleasure of speaking with Dr. Slice of the Cinnabar laboratories? I come to you with a proposition, do you have a moment to spare?

Just then, your phone vibrated from the pocket of your pants. When you check it, you receive a notice that the laboratory's automatic alarm system had just been triggered.

[UncleScrewtape]

Brock's hit barely fazes the Carracosta and, seeing the fox begin to doze, Lapis again strikes before the fox can act, dashing towards the stationary pokemon and slamming towards it, driven by a powerful jet of water.

If the stony ninetales again weathers the hit, Peter seeks to end this battle quickly by slamming his pickaxe again into it's rock-encrusted hide.
Victus Lapis:
Aqua Jet: water, melee, interrupt
[roll0] vs 2+def
[roll1] + [roll2] if crit.

Peter:
Shifts to J5
Arms Attack: [roll3] ac 6
[roll4]

[HGSwellerman]

After glaring down at his phone, Dr. Slice studied the band of men skeptically. They didn't bear the classic marks of a hardened trainer, so Slice judged he would be able to best them if it came to a physical contest. Dr. Slice disregarded the joyful overtones of the man's greeting, he demanded answers before he would shake the man's hand. When Slice spoke, he spoke with the distant tone of a man who had seen those closest to him die.

I am he. Raising the alarming phone, he gestured to the men, Is this your doing?

[CosmicOccurence]

Peter
The ninetails faints, and Brock quickly releases another pokemon. The stony steelix burrows underground before you can react, and a quake shakes the field, making the ground buck and twist under both your and your tortises feet.

Earthquake! [roll0]. [roll1]

Slice
The man's lip twitches upwards. No. I'm not clumsy enough to get caught breaking into a laboratory with defenses as flimsy as that one.

I'm more interested in you. You see, I have been looking for skilled researchers to assist me in a project that has consumed many years of my life. I've gotten by so far, but now I need somebody with more ... specific expertise. You fit that description swimmingly.

[HGSwellerman]

For the man to consider Cinnabar lab's security flimsy meant that he had considerable power. The furrows of Dr. Slice's brow deepened as he sized up the small group of men and he returned his phone to his pocket.

I'll have to check out the lab later.

Dr. Slice relaxed his stance slightly, eyes still locked on the men, and King stood at his side poised and ready to defend his dear companion. They weren't dressed like scientists so Dr. Slice was hesitant to guess what they wanted. Ok, explain yourself.

[UncleScrewtape]

As the ground begins to twist, Lapis slams his arms into the earth, sending out a ripple in the stone that collides with the earthquake before if can reach his beloved father.

With a grim smile, Peter advances on Brock despite the blood soaking his leg and attempts to bring his pickaxe to bare against this man trying to oppose the work he finds so dear.

Victus Lapis:
Uses wide guard, interrupting the Steelix's earthquake

Peter:
Arms Attack,
[roll0] ac 6, [roll1]

[CosmicOccurence]

Slice

I have obtained the DNA of an extremely rare species of pokemon. A species that is currently thought to be extinct. We want to clone this creature and bring it back into the world.

However, we need people with experience in successful genetic coding to do it. Stop wasting your time fighting your way through the red tape of league supported labs like Cinnabar and come to us. Private labs have a lot mroe funding you know.

Peter
Brock slams a fist into your jaw in retaliation, but the steelix makes no move to attack.

Arms attack [roll0] AC 6 [roll1]

[HGSwellerman]

Slice grimly considered the alarm. I had just found a sanctuary. I was settling in. This private research could be an easy escape from whatever was happening to the lab; Slice was sure the rockets were behind it.

But can I trust these people? They could be rockets, too.

Slice dropped his gaze and locked eyes with King, his regal expression calmed Slice. Slice's fingers were fumbling at the edge of his phone. I need answers. Who do you work for? Where is this lab? He paused, it occurred to him that his research at the lab, and maybe the research at his apartment as well, could be in danger. Meet me tonight in front of Cinnabar Gym, then we can figure this out.

Without wasting time, Slice checked his belt to make sure he had his entire line up and then made his way to the lab.

[CosmicOccurence]

I'm afraid I can't answer those questions for you. Not until you work for us. They walked off without another word.

When you arrived, you found your keycard to be ineffectual in opening the door. The laboratory was on lockdown. You remember the door being able to be unlocked from the inside, though you could always try to break it down. There was also the skyroof that you could break through, but that option was rather dangerous, as the glass could fall and hit anybody in the building.

[UncleScrewtape]

Brock's fist swings wildly over Peter's head and, seeing that the Rock-ix is remaining under the earth, Peter calls out an instruction for Lapis as he swings his pickaxe again.

"My child, prepare yourself and make it come to you. Fill the tunnel!

The carracosta plants herself firmly and opens her mouth, vomiting forth a torrent of water into the tunnel.

Victus Lapis:
Curse: Lowers speed 1 CS, Raises attack and defense 1 CS.
Uses fountain capability to produce firehose-like water.

Peter:
Arms Attack: [roll0] vs ac 6+def [roll1]
Crit in OOC

[HGSwellerman]

Standing at the front of the lab, Dr. Slice released Houdini from his ball. The visible lines of his silhouette blurred into a shadowy fog as he passed through the walled entrance of the lab. The door emitted a light clanking sound as Houdini tampered with the locks on the other side. The door opened and Slice was greeted with his pokemon's unfailing, wide smile.

Good boy. Slice softly murmured and he returned Houdini to his ball and then entered the lab.

The last words the men at the beach told Slice bothered him, they were too secretive for his liking. Should I work for them? The prospect of working on a highly rare specimen's DNA struck his interest. Slice peered into the dark abyss of the lab, the lights had been cut out. I guess that depends on what I find in here.

Slice summoned Ira from his ball, the dragon's fiery tail could illuminate the way. He didn't bother looking around to check for damages or robbery in the lab, he headed straight to the file center to retrieve his research. Once slice reached the door he looked around to see if anyone was there. No one. He drew his card key from his pocket and silently unlocked the door. He opened it slowly and cautiously then stepped in.

[CosmicOccurence]

Peter
The steelix erupts from the ground and shoots rocks that form a floating wall on the battlefield. They quiver in anticipation: you recognize the move. It was stealth rock, and it was a dangerous hazard on the field. Brock quickly injects a syringe into it (how it was hard enough to penetrate its shell, you had no idea) and it appeared to become stronger in front of your eyes.

Slice
The lab was a mess. Researchers and the porygons that inhabited the lab equipment were battling a small gang of individuals wearing blank masks and black and red combat gear. The intruders used a combination of weaviles and dusknoirs in battle, and sent blasts of energy into combat.

One masked figure was working at the computer you used for DNA coding, and a glowing wall around him prevented Dr. Austin from getting at him.

Map (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Al4jVK75mdpjdHhaOTI0dC1ISWVlNk1iTmNUeWF1L VE#gid=0)

It's not done yet. I'll finish tonight.

[HGSwellerman]

War-hardened coolness overtook Slice as he assessed the situation. He could feel nothing but disdain. Ira caught sight of his master's eyes and, responding to a slight upward nod of Slice's head, launched himself into the air. After ripping the pokeball from his belt, Slice sent forth Gaia aside his flaming dragon.

You know what to do!

Gaia's flower unleashed a room-encompassing blast of luminescent spores that perfectly mimicked sunlight. The sudden brightness caught everyone in the room off guard, jarring their senses momentarily. Gaia's vast plumes glowed to a nearly blinding point and then emitted a blast of light that engulfed her and Ira. Ira's scales glowed red hot and his already ferocious stature took on an air of searing bloodlust.

Attack the Weavile!

Spotting his target on the field, Ira darted left and upward near one of the scientist's Porygon then launched a scorching blast of fire hurling directly at the Weavile.

Gaia: Sunny Day
Trigger- Flower Gift +2 attack, +2 special defense

Ira: (from Flower Gift) +2 attack, +2 special defense
trigger- Solar Power -1/8 (11) hp, +2 special attack
Flame Burst: Acc: [roll0] vs special defense
(3d8+50)[66] X 1.5= 99 (check OOC)

[UncleScrewtape]

At the sight of the menacing and jagged rocks, Peter freezes. He knew what wounds they could inflict. Peter returns Lapis muttering to himself.
"Be safe, dear one. It looks like Brock is more strategic than we gave him credit for."
Peter releases his third and final pokemon, his Torkoal, Testudo. The orange and red turtle shudders at the impact as the nearest floating stone slams into him but weathers the hit and lets out a yawn, causing both Brock and his pokemon to become drowsy.

[CosmicOccurence]

Slice
The robbers nearest you shout in surprise as you enter the battle. Apparently they weren't expecting anybody else.

The weavile dodges Ira's burst of flame nimbly, and slams into the charizard. One of the robbers turns to venasuar and shoots a blast of pure psychic energy at the dinosaur.

Punishment: [roll0] Physical Dark AC 2 [roll1]

Psychic: AC 2 special psychic [roll2]. [roll3]

Peter
Brock curses as he falls asleep, but somehow wakes up immediately after. A second steelix breaks through the ground with a roar and smashes the ground with its tail, creating an earthquake similar to when it first came out. Neither of them seemed to be affected by your torkal's attack,

earthquake. AC 2[roll4]. [roll5]

[HGSwellerman]

Slice was mortified to see two of his favorite pokemon faint in a single instant. He withdrew them and darted back through the door, slamming it behind them. He sprinted through the lab to find himself back outside. Whatever those robbers were after, they were going to get it.
Slice hurried through town and made his way to the pokecenter. He was gasping for air. Please heal them Slice was frantic to save his beloved pokemon, to see them healthy as soon as possible. The nurse took the balls from him and told him they would be transferred to his PC as soon as they were healed. Slice thanked them. He still had to check his apartment.
Slice walked up cautiously to his door and tried the handle. Locked, thank goodness. Maybe they didn't know where I live, or maybe it's not me they're after. He unlocked the door and then continued to his office. He grabbed the vitamins he had been synthesizing for his personal project, the list of TMs he intended to teach his pokemon, and after opening the safe under his desk, the compiled findings of his years of extensive research. It's time to stop messing around. After packing clothes and necessities along with his other belongings, Slice headed out the door. It was night and the moon was high over the ocean. He sighed. Dr. Slice spotted the men in front of Cinnabar Gym and walked over to them. I'm in.

[UncleScrewtape]

Peter stands for a moment, completely dumbfounded, before realizing what has just occurred.
Muk, it knows double team... the real one is probably still underground!
He chugs an enriched water, splashing some on his wound to speed the healing.

Meanwhile, Testudo, who calmly rides out the earthquake without harm, backpeddles ponderously before opening her mouth and releasing a gout of flame towards both Brock and the nearest steelix.


Peter: uses a fresh water and heals for 30 hp

Testudo: Shifts to 4C and uses Flamethrower
[roll0] ac 2+Spe. Def.
Burns on 19-20

[roll1] + [roll2] if crit.

[CosmicOccurence]

Slice
Glad to hear it. Our lab is out in the ocean. It's located near some very interesting ruins that we discovered while hunting for ancient DNA, though it's rather dangerous, so we try and only hire people who know how to handle pokemon. You are a very rare find Mr. Slice He says while walking. You end up at a small air strip with a rather rickety looking plane sitting on it. The man releases a porygon, which integrates itself with the plane. It revs to life with a purring sound that one wouldn't expect from such an old machine. He holds open a door for you, waiting for you to enter.

Peter
Your flame blasts through the onix, and it disappears in a poof of smoke. The other two onixes surface, and they create a loud screeching sound that hits torkal.

Screech [roll0] AC 4 lower def 2 CS

[UncleScrewtape]

The white smoke which billows from Testudo's shell muffles the steelixs' cries, rendering them completely ineffectual. Alright Testudo, yells the still stationary Peter Let's clear the field!

The hardy torkoal shuffles forward, unfazed and whirls into the nearest steelix whipping up a cloud of debris that knocks the ominously floating rocks from the air.

Once the dust clears, it can be seen that Peter has switched his pokemon again. Victus Lapis is planted firmly in Testudos place. A low, rumbling Costa echoes arcross the field as the ancient pokemon's eyes narrow.

White Smoke prevents Testudo's CS from being lowered.
Rapid Spin: [roll0] vs AC 2, [roll1]
On hit, Rapid spin destroys hazards, leech seeds, and removes the user's trapped status

[HGSwellerman]

The door of the plane shut after Slice had entered the plane. He looked out the window.

Goodbye, Cinnabar.

He sat back in his seat of the surprisingly well furnished plane and didn't look back. A feeling of mounting failure crawled slowly up his spine as the plane took off. Another futile attempt to escape his father's regime.

His features intensified as he contemplated his next plan, his next bright idea to stay away from confrontation. The low hum of the plane's engine was the only audible thing in the plane and after some time he dozed off. He was dreaming of a temple being burned.

[CosmicOccurence]

Peter The rapid spin destroys not only the stealth rocks, but also the phantom steelixes. It slams the ground, sending out more shockwaves to attack the water tortise.

earthquake [roll0] AC 2 [roll1]

Slice
You wake with a jolt as the plane made a somewhat rough landing on a short landing strip. It was the middle of a jungle, and you couldn't see more than 100 feet on either side of the runway. However, a large volcano did rise out of the ground in the distance, reminiscent of Cinnabar Island.The plane splutters to a stop, and the four men hop out.

Welcome to the seafoam islands. This is where our lab is, though we're still a little ways away. This is the only safe spot to land on the whole island, so we keep our lab pretty far away from it.

The four men were leading you to a small shack on the side of the cement runway when screeching filled the air. A small pack of mankey and primate had appeared, and they were not happy. They advanced slowly, shrieking their displeasure.

One of the men reaches for his belt instinctually, but the lead man stopped him. Let's let Dr. Slice handle them. It will be a good test of his battle skills.

Wild pokemon attacks are common in the jungle, so you should get used to fighting them. Let's see how you handle them.

Sooooo lets try this again and hope cosmic doesn't screw up this time. Map (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Akuo1v6xJCoXdEVwb21UMlJSRmZxRDhUVUl1eFZld UE#gid=2) your tab is battle b.

[UncleScrewtape]

With a dismissive snort, the carracosta launches herself forward and dashes through the impotent shockwaves. Her eyes narrow as she, propelled by a powerful jet of water from her forepaws, slams her impressive girth into the maw of the one remaining steelix.

In the background, Peter smiles to see how stong his child has grown.
This will soon be over.


Aqua Jet:
[roll0] ac 2+def
[roll1] + [roll2] if crit
Water, Physical

Edit: Or not :smallwink:

[HGSwellerman]

Slice stepped forward and selected two pokeballs from his belt and threw them into the air. The upon reaching their arcs, the balls cast out the materializing forms of Trank and Houdini.

Houdini, left ray.

The spectral being darted left and then sent out visible yet soundless rays that emanated from the Gengar's menacing smile.

Seeing the feral fighting pokemon approaching, Slice looked to his nearly amorphous ally.

Trank, let 'em have it.

The toxic bulk slammed his mass into the ground, unleashing a surge of mounting venom out in front of him.

Houdini:
speed 21, confuse ray does not miss. Range 10 shot down column D.

Trank:
speed 3
ac 2 [roll0]
damage: [roll1] 4-meter wide wave shooting forward 4 meters, shown by color purple

[CosmicOccurence]

Peter
This battle is taking too long
The Steelix falls to the floor, unconscious. The watcher applaud loudly as you defeated Brock's last pokemon. Brock returned his pokemon, and released a horde of digletts that began repairing the damage that the battle did to the arena.

Brock walks up to you smiling. You should be fine on Mt Moon. I'll sign your paperwork right away. Also, here he held out a small metal badge to you. The Boulder Badge. It signifies your power and endurance as tested by me and my pokemon. Congratulations.

You Gain 1 Level

Slice
The confused pokemon fail to attack, and the mankey manages to hit itself in the head. Many monkeys dash forwards and attack houdini, but their attacks pass through him harmlessly. A primeape attempts to sumo throw the muk you released into the ground.

seismic toss [roll0] 45 flat damage, can't be changed by def. Physical AC 2

[HGSwellerman]

Trank's amorphous girth managed to slip through Primeape's hold and Houdini's smile seemed to widen as the foolish mankeys passed through him.

Houdini, the primeape!

The Gengar's gaze shifted to the grappling rage monkey and unleashed from his hands after throwing his entire momentum into the throw a perfect sphere that seemed to absorb light itself.

Trank, use the ground.

Trank dropped his center of gravity, his globular arms digging into the earth, and then launched upward as if trying to jump effectively driving a muddy boulder into the air headed straight toward the confused Primeape.

Slice looked analytically onto the field.

Houdini: shadow ball- spec attack ac check 2
acc [roll0]
damage [roll1]

Trank: Mud Bomb acc check 4, spec attack
acc [roll2]
damage[roll3]

[UncleScrewtape]

Peter shrinks in the face of the audience's enthusiastic applause. However, when Brock approaches Peter handing him the badge and signing his papers, his face brightens although he is clearly exhausted. "Excellent, I look forward to uncovering what time has hidden there... it has been too long since my team has truly exerted itself."


Peter leaves and hurries to the pokecenter to have his 'mon healed. While Peter waits, he recalls what he knows of the local history and geological trends. As far as he knows, the nearby route to the east would be a good place to begin with since it's too late in the day to tackle the mountain. After his team is returned to him, Peter calls out those who fought. Smiling, he stokes them and quitely says,
"Thank you, dear ones. Today, I have taken a great step forward and it's all due to you."
He then returns all but Victus Lapis, his treasured Carracosta. "And to you, my child, I owe the greatest debt of gratitude. Today, you've shown the world your strength... and given me hope that I might yet succeed."
Victus closes her eyes in assent, nuzzling Peter's hand.
"Costa."
Content, Peter returns Victus Lapis and purchases some supplies before calling out Avis from her ball and leaping astride her back. With a creak of leathery wings, they're off and soaring east, soon leaving the busy sounds of Pewter City behind.

Soon, Peter spies a likely spot: far from any rivers or roads and relatively undisturbed by any significant geological. It is there that they land. Peter leaps off of Avis's back, directing the Aerodactyl back into the sky where she can keep watch over the site. Calling out Terra, Ignis, and Solum to aid in the excavation. Now it is time for the real work to begin.


exp for Brock battle?

Wild Roll: [roll0]

Go Go Gadget, Petralogist!
This is a days work for Peter that consumes all afternoon and brings us into the evening (about 4 hourse). Initially this is basic excavation, but hey... If there's a cave, then there's a cave.

Digging for the Past:
20-28 = artifact or fossil/+3 to next roll
28+ = I choose

[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]

Stone Search:
22+ = found evelutionary Stone

[roll4]
[roll5]

Stone Polish:
Create a Fire Stone, Water Stone, Thunder Stone

[CosmicOccurence]

Slice
The apes leap into action again. One unlucky one hits itself in the head and knocks itself out. One attempts to make Houdini overconfident, and another slammed into him with a black fist. The confused primeape cures itself and rushes at the muk, taking the ground attack in the process. One slashes at you viscously, and the primape lets out a screech.


[roll]Swagger vs houdini. AC 2 [roll0] Raise atk 2 stages and confuse.

Assurance vs houdini [roll1], [roll2] dark physical. AC 2.

Cross chop vs slice [roll3] AC 2 crit 16+ [roll4] on crti [roll5] Oops, entered calculated damage for primeape. Cut 9 off damage.

Screech vs Muk/Houdini/apes [roll6] AC 2 lower def 2 CS.

Peter
The work here is hard, but no harder than anything you did during your field work in college. You find a dawn stone is a large deposit of sandstone.

Finally, you catch a break and find what appears to be a perfectly preserved Tirtouga fossil. Nothing like the fragments you stumble upon every day. However, the rock it's on starts to move! You recognize that the fossil is embedded in the top of a crustle, and the herd it was in was walking away after a long nap ... with you on it.

22300 xp to split how you like among your mons

You do realize that stone polish is a one time use only thing right? Are you sure you want to use it like this? Plus, you can get stones other than the ones in the canon.

Fossil : [roll7] 1-2=omonyte, 3-4=kabuto etc etc in order of apperance in pokedex. Aerodactyle fossil is found on 17.

[UncleScrewtape]

Muk! After so long... I can't let this one escape!
An astonished Peter rolls off the back of the crustle in complete disarray. Currently, the only pokemon of his still released was Solum, a young diglett Peter was training to help with excavation. With a panicked ""DIG!" he burrows underground, hoping to hide from the much larger pokemon. In his fear of being left behind, the small creature erects walls that surround both his trainer and the herd of Crustle, preventing them from leaving.

Peter, seeing what has happened, hurriedly grabs the bags of provisions and food that he had intended for himself and his more herbavoric team members. He lets out a shrill high-pitched whistle to get the Crustles's attention as the herd encounters the wall.
Attempted to calm himself, Peter steadies his voice. These pokemon were by no means stupid.
"Excuse me, it appears that i've disturbed you. I mean you no harm... but please wait!"

Peter fingers the newly found dawn stone. I know they're more than herbivores. Hmm, I wonder...

Oops, Sorry! I thought it was too good to be true. Just disregard the stone polishing part of the post. :smallbiggrin:

[HGSwellerman]

Looking to avoid the attacking Mankey, Slice ran to the side.

Houdini kept his cool and controlled himself from unleashing his overconfident side though the high pitch squeal jarred his ears. He jumped back to protect his master and launched a treacherous shadow toward the Mankey.

Trank, Blast them!

The toxic blob lurched back and then launched forth a dense blast of venomous goo toward the large group of rage monkeys.

Houdini: night shade at Mankey on f9
acc 2 [roll0] 40 damage flat

Trank: Gunk shot
acc 7 physical [roll1]
damage [roll2] 3 meter blast shown on map, poisons on 11-20.

[CosmicOccurence]

Peter
I'll roll with the walls thing, though I'm not sure how you're doing it. This post assumes they're dirt

The crustles beging to hack away at the walls, attempting to break out. They don't seem to be interested in what a human has to say. You know they aren't as intelligent as a human, but it seems that they just don't care about you and want to get away from you as fast as possible.

Slice
The mankey falls to the night shade, and Trank takes out all of his targets with his massive poisonous bullet. The last mankey runs off into the woods without looking back.

Very nice job. You're quite the battler. The mankeys aren't the anywhere near the strongest thing in this jungle, but you handled them easily.

5,000 xp divided among your active mons as you like

[UncleScrewtape]

Shoot, I forgot to clarify that the walls were Solum's ability, Arena Trap.

As the horde of Crustles hack their way through the wall, the diglett pokes it's head above the ground. Seeing that Peter hasn't moved, Solum rushes over and huddles against Peter's legs in a clear attempt to be recalled. With a grimace, Peter complies, not wanting the poor thing to panic any more, and watches the walls begin to fall. However, he quickly releases Lapis who blinks in the light. Peter quickly crouches down a hurridly speaks.

"My child, I do not know if you remember the many ages you spent under the earth before I found you, but on the back of one of those beasts is another of your kind who I can help as I helped you. However, they do not seem to want to listen to me... perhaps you can grab their attention and explain it to them."

At Peter's words, Lapis's eye widen and her head whips towardthe crutles and lets out an earth-shattering roar.
"Carra-Carracosta!"

[HGSwellerman]

Slice was hunched over with his hands on his knees, panting. He had sustained quite a beating. After a moment he composed himself and stood up, drawing in a controlled breath.

Then I guess I could use some training. He chuckled.

Slice was proud of his pokemon, but realized that they had suffered some injuries, too.

I'm afraid my lineup might need some medical attention, can we continue our way to the base?

[CosmicOccurence]

Peter

The rocky pokemon finally stop listening to you, and they quietly shake in fear of the ancient tortise roaring at them.

Slice

Sure, Just follow us. The men spray repel on the lot of you and take the treck through the forest on the backs of rapidashes. It was long and rough, but after three hours you arrived at a large metal door set into the side of a cliff.

The leader enters a passcode into the door, as well as performing voice, eye, and body scan tests. He then released a machamp that used all of its power to open the monstrosity. You are led into a small white room, with no obvious way out aside from the door you came in. One of the walls was a giant mirror, and a metal table sat in the middle of the room. A locked cabinet sat in the corner.

We'll need all of your weapons for storage, and any of your pokemon must be put in the pc for safekeeping he indicates the cabinet.

[UncleScrewtape]

Placing a restraining hand on the visbly shaking tortoise, Peter begins to speak.
"Excellent, it appears i have your attention. As dear Lapis here has made abundantly clear, we are quite keen to retrieve what might be one of her own."
Peter gestures toward the Crustle on whom he had originally seen the fossil. "You there, this wont take but a moment a shouldn't hurt at all, your shells are remarkably tough. As soon as i remove the fossil, we can happily continue our discussion or go our separate ways, whatever you'd prefer."
Peter crouches down to their level, careful to keep an eye on his entusiastic ally.
"What do you say?"

[HGSwellerman]

Slice complied without objection. He was glad to see a PC, it meant he could be reunited with Ira and Gaia. It had occurred to him that he had little idea what he was doing on the island, it was such an abrupt decision made out of necessity to escape that he hadn't yet given thought to what was to be. His living quarters, his new lifestyle, his environment, even his job; these were all unknown to him.

The unknown nature of his existence on this island granted him some solace. By doing something so out of character from him provided him some shelter from the enemies he felt always nipped at his fleeting heels.

The man in charge started to turn away but Dr. Slice caught him by the arm. I believe I am entitled some answers as to my purpose here. What is my job, Mr. ....?

[CosmicOccurence]

Peter
They click their mandibles nervously, but give their assent. They wanted nothing more than to get out of the giant walls that were hemming them in.

Slice
Munoz Hutchinson he says, as he shakes your hand. The other men quickly release a disinfecting spray into the room and placing your pokemon in the computer.

As for your job description, follow me.With a hiss, part of the floor descends to become a dark staircase. Dr. Hutchinson walks down the stairs, which light up as he goes along. You enter into a large room with glowing monitors as walls, and holographic humans taking the data that make up their body from one place to another.

Your job here will focused on successful cloning of DNA in a similar fashion to what you were doing before. However, we will also be experimenting with genetic manipulation. When we're sure that your ability to work with DNA is superior to anyone else we can find, you will be working with a special set of DNA in an attempt to make a clone of it.

You'll have to get used to working without porygon assistance, because our most encrypted computers don't use them. We will also be asking you to accompany us into ruins throughout your stay. Our goal is to collect as much DNA as we can from the specimen. Hopefully, you'll grow both as a scientist and a trainer during your stay here. We expect great things from you.

[UncleScrewtape]

Peter stands and hurriedly gestures for the fossil-encrusted crustle forward. He opens his toolkit and removes a small hammer and chisel. With the crustle's assent, he begins tapping gently around the edge of the fossil, slowly working it free. Any nervousness he had melts away as Peter falls back into what he was trained to do, what he loves to do.

tap tap... tap tap tap... tap

Not sure what, if any, characteristic to work with... Soooooo, here goes!
Strength: [roll0]
Intelligence: [roll1]

[CosmicOccurence]

Though it took a long time, a lot of jostling, and a large number of nervous pokemon, you eventually managed to extract the fossil from his back. There was a small crater where the fossil had been, but you knew that it would quickly fill in with sediment.

[UncleScrewtape]

Peter lets out a sigh, rocking back on his heels in relief. He nestles the fossil in his satchel before looking around a rock or stone to replace the fossil. Even though he knew that the sediment would eventually replace the crustle's shell, doesn't mean that the poor thing needed to be frightened in the meantime. Peter, after all, is in a good mood. He pats the crustle's shell
"Thank you, I owe you and your family much."
[roll0]
24 via OOC! Huzzah!

[CosmicOccurence]

You find a rock that would be perfectly sized almost immediately, but when you pick it up you see a fossil on the bottom!

you got a nat. 20. I couldn't resist.

[roll0]

Old Amber!

[UncleScrewtape]

At the sight of the fossil, Peter lets out a shout of glee.
Two perfect fossils within a few moments?! Unheard of!
He delicately pops off the amber and stores it, hands shaking, next to the other fossil. He then nestles the rock into the shell of the crustle and leans forward, resting his head against its rocky hide.
"Thank you."
Peter sits back as the walls continue to fall.
Two in an hour...

[HGSwellerman]

Munoz Hutchinson..... The name seemed to have a familiar ring to it, as though half remembered from a dream or perhaps his college days.

The lab's extensive amount of advanced technology and the opportunity to work with some rare specimens made Slice excited. He acknowledged what Munoz had said,
I look forward to it.

He walked over to a computer that was already logged in and gave the data a cursory glance to see if there was anything he could notice right away.

Int: [roll0]
^holy muk that's awesome!

[CosmicOccurence]

Peter

The bugs quickly demolish what was left of the walls and ran off as a herd, leaving an eerie silence behind them.

Slice

The system used by this lab was similar to that of the Cinnibar lab, though it was infinitely more encrypted. The DNA strand was completely different from anything you had ever seen. It was constantly shifting and changing, never staying the same. At first it seemed random, but the longer you looked, you noticed a pattern. There were 601 distinct variants that repeated itself. There didn't seem to be any distinct pattern in the order they appeared, but there were definitely a set number of mutations.

[UncleScrewtape]

Peter sits, back against the side of his excavation pit, for some time. The magnitude of the risks he had taken in the past few moments begin to hit him all at once. Wordlessly, he begins to set up camp. Before anything else, he'd need to to prepare for the night and any wild attacks or poaching attempts.

After digging numerous traps, with the help of his team, Peter eats a cold dinner and shares it with his team. He then retires two his tent with an almost manic expression on his face.
Almost time now...
He hurriedly assembles his portable lab and calls out Ferrum, his magneton, to generate the necessary power. Finally, he almost reverentially removes the two fossils and nestles them into the bed of wires and and pseudo-nutrients. With everything prepared Peter takes a deep breath.
It's time. It all comes down to this.
The circuitry begins to hum, the magneton's charge building more and more. Great gouts of smoke begin to billow up, framing Peter's silhouette as he hunches over the controls. Peter's hands flicker over knobs and dials... it all came down to this.

Suddenly, sparks begin to leap and crawl over the wires. The scent of ozone begins to pervade until, with a ear-shattering CRACK, Peter reels backward. There is dead silence as the smoke clears and Peter crawls back toward the machinery to see whether or not his work had come to fruition...

Hunching over his table, Peter waves away the smoke.
"Damn!"
Another setback. And yet, not completely...
After returning the fortunately undamaged amber to his satchel, Peter lifts the egg that now resides where the cover fossil once stood. Cradling it to his chest, he trudges back to his tent and curls up, falling asleep after one of the longest days he could recall.


Map: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0AkLxBg33Wi9TdF9hc0F3UW5sQzFMTlFONGowS2E3O Hc#gid=0

Cover Fossil reanimation - [roll0]

Old Amber reanimation - [roll1]

[HGSwellerman]

Dr. Slice poured over the data sheet.
601 variants, what could that mean....

Without a word Slice sat at the desk and produced a book on cloning and another on pokemon genetics and began sifting through them as though for gold.

Munoz stood next to him overlooking his actions then asked about what he had seen. Variants, I saw variants in the pokemon genes. 601 of them.


Walking Encyclopedia?
Frantic Research? [roll0]
Did the homework?

[CosmicOccurence]

Peter
You sleep through the night and wake without problems right as the sun is rising. When you exited your tent, everything seemed to be in order, and the excavation pit was untouched.

Slice
Munoz's hand touches your shoulder gently. You can do this later. I'd like to finish the tour and show you where you'll be staying. This can wait until tomorrow.

[HGSwellerman]

Slice realized he was getting lost in his thoughts.

Right, show me the way.

[UncleScrewtape]

Peter wakes up cramped and sore, still wrapped around the egg.
a step forward at last... and I can't stop now.
Peter releases all of his pokemon for breakfast, eating most of what they had left. Calling over Ignis, his heatmor, Peter hands him the small egg and directs him to burrow into a nearby bank where he soon creates a cozy underground nursery.

Then, whistling, Peter heads back to the excavation site.
Hi ho hi ho....
He, along with Terra and Solum, begins to dig again. This time they plunge straight down, attempting to reach the bedrock of the region that is riddled with tunnels and caves. Once Peter and his team reach a layer of stone, Peter places several blasting caps that he then triggers after retreating to a safe distance. After the dust clears, Peter goes back down the tunnel to see what underground caverns that the blasts have revealed.


Egg Warmer
[roll0]

Digging for the Past
20-28 = artifact or fossil/+3 to next roll
28+ = I choose
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]

Stone Search
22+ - evolutionary stone
[roll4]
[roll5]

Slated for Renovation
1: Cave in - Everyone in the cavern is automatically hit with the move Rock Tomb.
2: Natural Deterrent - The cave network is partially blocked off by the appropriate natural event, underground spring, sand cave in, lava, or Pokemon interaction.
3: Wanton Destruction - Any items, fossils, or Pokemon are destroyed or scared off from the entire cave network.
4-9: Successful demolition
10: Discovery! - You find a buried site, details are left up to your GM.
[roll6]
[roll7]
[roll8]
[roll9]


I made a second sheet underground excavation.

[UncleScrewtape]

Oops I forgot the wid roll: [roll0]

[CosmicOccurence]

Slice
You are given a tour of the rest of their facilities. In addition to the cloning lab, where you entered, they also housed laboratories focusing on evolution, controlled breeding, prototype equipment, pokeball innovation, and an undersea excavation center. They had some labs on the bottom level, but access was granted to those on a need-to-enter basis, and you did not have access to them. After the labs, they took you to the residential portion of their building - though some might compare it to a fortress; there were guards all over the place, and you passed through multiple checkpoints throughout the tour.

Your suite was generous. There was a master bedroom and bathroom, a full kitchen, and a living space. There was a PC on every floor, and special environments for the more exotic and naturally dangerous pokemon you might have brought.

As you finished your tour, Munoz gave you some final words. Well, I hope you enjoyed your tour. This place is a little on the large side, but it works well for us. We ask that you obey a curfew from 2 in the morning to 6 in the morning. The guards won't hesitate to apprehend you if you try and venture out. Heck, it even happened to me once. We can give you a couple days to settle in before your work begins in full. Do you have any questions?

When the Q&A is finished, I'm cool with you doing whatever with the next day. Explore the labs, island, do research, etc etc.

Peter
Your excavation is mostly successful, and this particular piece of land seems to be especially gainful. You manage to turn up a kabuto fossil, a fire stone, and a collection of coins that you think dated back to approximately 500 BCE, though you can't be sure. They could be worth a large sum of money to a collector or museum that was interested in such objects - though the Pewter museum will surely demand their portion for free. Otherwise, you day seems uneventful until late evening during your last demolition.

With a blast, rocks fall away in an oddly organized fashion that leaves a large empty space to be seen. Only half of the room was still intact, the other portion lost to the ravages to time. It was perfectly circular, with a similarly large circular table on the far side of the room. It was covered with runes, and what seemed to be a knife lay on top of it. Suddenly, a large amount of clicking filled the room making the experience much eerier.

Wis please

[HGSwellerman]

Dr. Slice was impressed with the lab. Never before had he seen such security, the funding for this lab must be tremendous; he wondered who was footing the bill. He was glad he ended up here instead of Cinnabar. After seeing he living quarters in full, he turned to Hutchinson.

Thank you, the facilities are quite magnificent. I look forward to getting to know the place. And yes, who is in charge of this place? And do I have any equipment from the other departments at my disposal?

[UncleScrewtape]

After storing the fruits of his labor and mulling over the possibilities of the ancient coins, Peter approaches the newly blasted hole. At the sight of the runic table and the sound of the clicking, Peter calls out Terra and peers into the blackness in an attempt to clarify the situation.


Wis check of things that go bump identification: [roll0]

Edit: I also know of any other exits, unstable areas, and the local history via petrologist features :smallsmile:

[CosmicOccurence]

Slice

The place is run by three extremely competent trainers who specialize in different areas: security, science, and logistics. Our funding comes from several CEOs who get priority access to our technology and results to boost profits. We're held accountable to them like any other business is held accountable to their partners.

Peter

Unfortunately, you couldn't see any sign of movement, and soon beams of sound were flying at you from angles that you couldn't imagine.

Supersonic: If any one of these hits (AC 11) then you're confused

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll]1d20/[roll]
[roll2]
[roll3]

[HGSwellerman]

Thanks, that's all.

After Munoz left Slice dropped his bag on the floor and went to the PC where he obtained his pokemon. He then released the lot of them into their own special environments except for King, Slice laid out a large plush pillow for him to lie down next to Slice's reclining chair. He fell asleep with King by his side.

The sun shown brightly through the curtains the next morning as Dr. Slice got up and prepared for a day of discovery. He returned his pokemon to the PC and then walked to his lab and picked up some files to review. Munoz had given him the day off but Slice didn't want to be separated from his work. He spent the morning perusing the files and then set his work aside. It was time to find out more about his new residence.

The fortress made Slice feel as though he had shrunk. He picked up a sack lunch from one of the facility's many cafeterias, retrieved his line up, and headed out to explore the island.

The island was vast and diverse. He trekked to the southern end of the island where he found a pool of crystal clear water. He lounged at the shore until he noticed an crevice under the water. Dr. Slice was in the midst of the wilderness with his pokemon.

Wis check of crevice [roll0]

[UncleScrewtape]

Peter reels under the barrage of sound. He attempts to quickly return Terra and release Testudo, who appears in a flash of light. Surrounded by darkness, Testudo emits a bright flame from the crevice in her shell. By the light that this emits, She targets the most threatening looking enemy with a furious gout of flame.



Peter: Confusion Roll: 11 via OOC
Testudo:Flamethrower ac 2+spdef. 18 via OOC
78 sp. fire damage via OOC

[CosmicOccurence]

Slice
At first the water seems to be sparkling brightly, but eventually your eyes discern a bright light in the water. It was a shining ball poking out of the crevice. It was either a thunderstone or the tip of a lanturn.

Peter
Four crobats darted throughout the room. One got hit hard by the searing flames and glared at your pokemon, trapping it. Another did the same to you. The other two darted into melee range and bit down hard with poisonous fangs.

We're going to try and run this without a map.

Mean look vs Testudo&You
Poison Fang [roll0] vs testudo. Physical poinson. Badly poison on 17+. [roll1]

Poison fang vs you [roll2]. [roll3]

[HGSwellerman]

Slice prepared himself. True, he thought to himself, this could be risky venture. But he felt a need to explore in perhaps a more daring way than he was accustomed. With his pokemon watching close by, Slice dove into the water to investigate the bright light.

If it's a pokemon, I hope it doesn't attack
Charisma [roll0]

[CosmicOccurence]

Slice

As you approach the little glowing shape, it begins to vibrate rapidly before sending out a blast of electricity at you. It was most definitely a Lanturn. As the electricity hit you, you felt your body begin to tense up. You had been paralyzed!

Thunder Wave, Auto Hit. 2 evasion granted to anything attacking into or out of the crevice. (so anyone attacking through the crevice needs 2 higher to hit.)

[HGSwellerman]

Slice willed his body to reach up on the grassy shore and pull himself out of the water.

King plunged in after the lanturn and furiously brawled at the Lanturn.

Slice: Pulling himself out of water despite paralysis (Need 6) [roll0]

King: Fury Swipes acc (need 6) [roll1]
for [roll2] turns. Attack per swipe [roll3] plus technician [roll4] per swipe
^nuts :/

[CosmicOccurence]

Unfortunately, the claws were completely ineffectual underwater, and the lanturn shot a beam of green energy at him.

Signal Beam [roll0]. AC 2 special bug [roll1]

[UncleScrewtape]

Levering his pickaxe underneath the torkoal, Peter flings the fiery turtle forward into the midst of the Crobats where she lets out a yawn.

Peter: Uses game plan

Testudo: Uses Yawn, cannot miss foes fall asleep at the end of next turn

[CosmicOccurence]

To bats chatter in confusion before falling to the ground one by one, asleep where they lay.

[UncleScrewtape]

Attempting to shake off the paralysis, Peter throws a dusk ball at the sleeping Crobat while Testudo vomits up a glob of lava at another of the bats.


Peter's Paralysis: [roll0]
Great Ball: [roll1]

Testudo's Paralysis: [roll2]
Lava Plume: [roll3] ac 2
[roll4] Special fire damage

[CosmicOccurence]

Peter

You aren't paralyzed. You've been trapped by mean look meaning you can't flee the encounter or return your tortise.

[UncleScrewtape]

oops, I read mean look as glare. :P Post stands as is though, roll-wise.

[CosmicOccurence]

Peter
Your great ball fails to capture the crobat, though with the lava wave, two of the crobats were injured past half health. None of the crobats wake this turn though, so you have time to try again if you so feel inclined.

I'm doing sleep rolls on random.org so that I don't have to mess with contingent rolls. Just fyi.

[UncleScrewtape]

Unfazed, Peter pulls out a dusk ball and tosses it at the most injured bat while Testudo spins a wheel of fire around the remaining undamaged crobat.

Dusk Ball: [roll0]

Fire Spin:
[roll1] ac 2, sp def.
[roll2] fire special
trapped for [roll3] turns

[CosmicOccurence]

Peter

This time your ball captured the crobat, though testudo failed miserably. One of the bats wakes up and attempts to sink its teeth into testudo.

[roll0] AC 2 physical poision. Poison Fang Badly Poisons the target on 17-20 during Accuracy Check. [roll1]