Caught in the Rain (Ace)

[Sjha]

A metallic Charmander played with it’s tail; It was made from the Pokemorph, which was gaining an intelligence of it’s own it seemed; it no longer needed a DNA sample, or to see a Pokémon before morphing into it. The Charmander turned into a pool of metallic Gel, before morphing into a Chimchar. The monkey Pokémon started to climb and swing on trees. “What a hassle” Sjha said, as he took out the containment unit for the Pokemorph “It’s staring to adapt…” the chimchar swung over to him, turning into liquid mid air, the fluid landed into the containment unit.

Sjha walked down the path until he found a bench, were he desided to sit down and relax. The park seemed to be a place he would spent a lot of his time, sort of like a home away from the dorm. Only larger, and with no roof or walls, and no bed or furniture… But metaphorically, a home away from home. “Kero kero?” He said more to him self, then anything else, when he felt a few drops of rain fall onto him; his sprites could control environments, not weather… He ran under a tree, hiding just in time to avoid a down poor. “Kero…” He said in a depressed tone. No one was in ear shot, so his more childish personality was starting to show it’s self.

[Acerbus]

Coming into view with a rather giddy gait, Django Otenko was obviously in a pretty happy mood. Swagger in his step, head held high, nothing was really going to drag him down today. At least until it rained on him. It was a part of being half demon. His father was a dark beast who liked warmer places. Cold and damp really brung him down. A large, murky umbrella slowly formed in his hand. Django had a companion along too. On his shoulder was a large Monferno. Bruli was just sitting there looking serious. The two looked over towards Sjha. Rain was centered there and his energy was incredible. "Hello..." he said, leaning on a nearby tree.

[Sjha]

Sjha looked over him, and his Pokemon. His personality changed rapidly from childish to serious “Salutation...” He did not care much for people, or for socialization, unless death and decay was involved. “What do you want?” He asked in a rather rude tone, not looking at him. The Monferno made him feel bad: Everyone he had seen here had at lease one Pokemon, yet all he had which could count as a partner was the Pokemorph. The rain kept coming down harder and harder, when the wind started to blow as well. The rain went from straight down to on an angle, quickly removeing the cover on the tree, starting to soak him outer layer of fabric of his robes.

He pulled his hood up,and sighed. His breath was cold, freezing some of the rain it made contact with. The small bits of ice fell onto his lap. His head hung low, the water proof layer of his hood and robe kept him from getting soaked, but the weather was still rather depressing. He sighed again, more ice falling onto his lap “Kero..”

[Acerbus]

Django snickered when Sjha snapped back like he'd killed his best friend. "It's called casual conversation. Somebody stab you?" he said. Bruli glared at Sjha and the air had a funny scent mainly coming from the container. It was sharp and tingled Bruli's nose. The overgrown Monferno grunted. Django could smell it too. "What's in the box? Smells funny."

[Sjha]

“I don’t like Casual Conversation, just casual torture.” He said, the remark was enough to summon a smirk. Yes; he was stabbed before, many times. He had also been shot, Mauled, clawed, The list went on, but that was not of much concern. “What, this little thing?” He held up the Capsule “It’s called a Pokemorph. It’s Nano Technology, it can take on the form of any Pokémon there is out there.” He removed the lid and poured the metallic gel onto the ground. As first it did not move, but then slid it’s way over to the boy. It started to take shape, and before long a Blaziken, metallic in color, stood in front of him. “It use to need an image or DNA sample to take on the shape, but it adapted to not need it.” The Blazikens body started to morph, and changed into a Aggron “It seems to like trying on new shapes..”

[Acerbus]

Django snickered. Pokemorph. Nano tech. "So, your some kind of agent. I personally like real pokemon. Morphing is cool and all but does talk in anyway?" Bruli was still glaring at the Pokemorph. It obviously urked him but he really liked it. Slowly, the Monferno moved over to the creature and poked it. "Bruli seems to like it. Anyways, why don't you have any real pokemon? With this craziness, your bound to find a decent pokemon."

[Sjha]

“Agent? You could call me that, but my proper title is the bring of death.” He replied, once more the Pokemorph changed, this time into a Gastly as it was poked. “It can not talk, only mimic the biological properties of a Pokémon. It’s not living, so it can not feel pain, and keep it’s shape as long as it can replicate new parts. It learns new things because it has a type of artificial Intelligence” With the mention of his own Pokemon, he became a bit hostile. “Why don’t I have my own Pokémon? Because I haven’t found them yet.” The boy had brought up a touchy subject, he desired greatly to find hisold team. They were some here, he wish he knew were.

[Acerbus]

Django could relate. "I feel you. I lost a couple of my old pokemon. Actually, half. They all died in the destruction of the original island. I was clumsy enough no to keep them in my belt. I only had my friend, Bruli and Ginger. You'll find them, most of the pokemon migrated over. Your one of the lucky ones." he responded with no emotion in his voice. "That PokeMorph is pretty smart. How'd you even get that? You look like one the other special kids like Aiden and....me." Now, they hit his touchy subject. The fact the he really didn't look like the way he was in front of Sjha. It was like looking at a mask. Truly, he was a monster. A hybrid monster.

[Sjha]

He felt his heart sink into the bottom on his chest with the mention of the old island “Am I really that lucky? I left here a year ago, and left them to protect the ones I cared about, and the island…” He thought back to the memories he had of the place, or at least the ones he still had “But you can see how that turned out… Not only that, but I lost most of memories in the process. That’s the only reason I came back to your world.” He stressed the last two world ‘Your world’ He still did not like to call that place home, his world, the spirit world, was his home.

With the mention of being a ‘special kid’, and were he came from only helped to stir the hostility in his voice “It’s a new technology form my world, it was given to me for testing. The Organization I ru- that I work for developed it. Some parts of my world can’t support Pokémon Life, so we have to make due.” The Pokemorph continued to change into different Pokemon, Pikacho, Voltorbs, It had no limit to the type, shape, or size it could take.