Combat

Ah fair enough, just wanted to make sure. Hope you have a nice time here.

Welcome to Reborn! By the way, is your name Yami as in from Okami/that whole mythos?

This battle was a real pain for me, but lets see... Your facing off against twelve Pokemon total, so it might be wise to try to take down one side before focusing on the other. Aya is not helpful at all during this battle (at least in my experience) so do not count on her to carry her weight.

The doors opened with a mechanical whiz, letting Iota stumble out of the decontamination chamber in a groggy state. The cold floor beneath him was a welcomed change to the incessant poking and brushing that had come from the process. Putting his hand, for a lack of a better word, on the wall, Iota took a deep breath. His thoughts returning to him, Iota shivered for a second while mumbling “They didn’t need to be that rough… I’ve refreshed like… Three times since they picked me up…” The second embrace of a collar around his neck quickly drew his attention away from this ruffled up fur. Roughly tapping it, Iota shrugged, wondering why they’d assumed something like this was necessary. “Are they worried I’ll find some way to really die? Do they know who I am?” Not waiting for a response, Iota turned his attention to the box in front of him. Like a child opening up a Christmas present, Iota tore open the top of the box to find that its contents were empty. This disappointing revelation caused him to frown for approximately four second before realizing the boxes true worth. Grabbing it and arranging it in a way that he could carry it under one arm, Iota noticed that the metal floors were reflective enough to give him a slight glimpse of himself. Using the dull outline as a guide, Iota quickly straightened his lab coat out and fixed the matted fur that had taken hold. Finally, he buttoned the final button at the top of the coat, allowing him to hide his collar. Prim and proper, Iota finally turned his attention to the other prisoners that had been sharing the hall with him. Despite being relatively comfortable in any situation, Iota did know that the last thing he wanted to look like was a dandy, especially on a prison meant for the worst of the worst.

I'm just trying to figure out how the hell she uses an Aegislash as a weapon. Honedge's are said to drain peoples life force, so you'd think that would apply to the rest of the line... Honestly, I don't like Titania. After going through the water treatment area, I was left thinking that I had just helped a murderous edgelord (literally and figuratively) save a woman from the people who had been taking care of her. While most of the cast has quirky or realistic personalities, Titania just feels... There. Like she's here to serve a purpose to the plot and nothing else. If she were, say, cast as a villain or something, things would be different and this is coming from the game when we see the "good guys" torturing a suspected terrorist within the first hour of game play. I don't see the appeal or the reason for her existence. This is coming from the guy who doesn't like Terra either for completely different reasons, so its best to take in personal preference too. Everyone has an opinion, and sometimes they murder grunts.

They would be whatever you want them to be, if anything. I figured it made more sense for them to not be carried onto the high security prison. I'll try to post later today, I have a early class this morning.

I have a mom, I can't help myself.

“Captain. We have several requests for unidentified signals requesting permission to beam onto your vessel.” The robotic voice echoed throughout the Warden’s quarters, snapping him out of his careful work. A drop of cold sweat crossed his forehead, before sliding down onto his nose. The sweat sat there for a few antagonizing long seconds, before falling onto the table where his full attention had been turned. Moving his hand ever so slightly, the Warden held his breath as he pressed his thumb and index finger together… A loud buzz rocked throughout the chambers, as the Warden threw the metal pair of tweezers he had been holding onto the table. The red nose of the cartoon character he had been operating on flashed at his failure, and what little self-control he had held him back from flipping the table over. Turning around, the Warden shuffled away from his game table and walked to the wall of monitors that were flashing. The program that the Warden had used for “inducting” new inmates was actually an old program used by starship captains and the like. Despite having the funds and the resources to upgrade to a more appropriate model, the Warden had kept the ship A.I. despite its habit of using the incorrect lingo. Pulling a crumb cover keyboard towards him, the Warden quickly input the passcode for the teleporters in, reading it out loud for no particular reason. “TheWardenisaGoodDancer. Yeah, you bet I am.” Pausing for a moment, the Warden pulled up a window on one of the several screens. A check list of various functions that were turned on and off inside of the prison were listen, and to his relief, the check box for the intercoms was off. Changing the password was such a chore, and after the last time he had announced his code to the inmates, he had to feed half of them to that horrible blob thing in order to get the egg off of his face. One of the screens displayed a message, letting the Warden know that the newest batch of inmates had arrived and were being decontaminated, which was not a quick or painless process. Clicking on a link on a different monitor, the Warden pulled up the criminal records of the inmates, skimming them and chuckling. “Naughty. Naughty. Partially Innocent. Naughty. My, this sure is an interesting batch. Computer, make sure all of the collars are fully operational. I’d hate for any of our guests to feel left out.” The computer beeped for a second, before displaying a message that confirmed his hopes. Cracking his knuckles, the Warden smiled as typed another command into the computer. “Now then, let’s give them a fighting chance.” Several security robots moved past a camera, each holding a box. “I can’t have them running around unarmed. Now can I?” The robots split off, placing the boxes in front of the various decontamination chambers, before returning to their posts. Grabbing a head set from his cluttered desk, the Warden put it on and spoke into the ancient microphone. “Welcome to Black Moon my lovelies! I hope you enjoy your stay!” (Well, here we are. Start posting if you want I guess. Feel free to start posting, since all the technical stuff should be in the OOC thread. The chambers are all in relatively close proximity to each other, and should give ample chances for characters to get introduced, but feel free to take your time.)

Could you use two Pledge moves in order to change it?

Not the original ones. Those things were hard core. (Also, I just used my 800th post. Hooray for me!)

You know, I have plenty of weird left in the tank, so I think it's time to subject you all to my "taste" in weird. I'm not sorry.

As a little bit of an update, I was chatting with Bfroger6, and a few complications have come up that are going to prevent him from joining in the near future. I am glad to have received this information, and still will be keeping this open for all players. The goal of launching this on Wednesday had not changed. Plot wise, this RP will be starting with the new batch of inmates arriving. If you want your inmate to be an "old hand" to Black Moon, than that is also fine. I'm really excited to get this thing started!

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