Noah "Neo" Ashfield
Mossdeep City, Hoenn
Affected RPers: N/A

Hayes was everything I figured the prick would be. Arrogant, annoying, and he thought he was such a smartass. The way he talked, he felt I should only be so damn honored to be here. He acted like his cybernetics bullcrap was the life of the planet.

I was beginning to think this whole heist was a bad idea. But then again, it would pull this maggot off his high horse and it would allow me to kick a few of his teeth out.

In the meantime, the mission wasn't going as I thought it would. His brochures were barely usable research. It was all crap, might as well be an advertisement. And the only reason why he was passing them around was to get investors. This guy wasn't a scientist, he was a damn salesman! I really felt like grabbing two brochures, one for his throat and the other for his anus.

"I have connections that might be interested in investing in this," I told him, figuring I might as well lie as much as he was. "However, you would need to promise them your implants can't be detected."

"Depends," He sneered. "What would they use them for?"

"Athletic enhancement," I told him, knowing a more unusual case might seem more believable. "The steroid market is wearing thin. Not to mention the side effects. The guy I know is willing to pay big money toward something like this. He feels pretty strongly about there being a future market for it."

The whole thing was bogus, of course. However, Hayes was greedy and figured he might already have what we were looking for. The whole point of him being here was for money. For all I knew, this could either be legitimate research or the whole thing was a scam anyway.

"I have connections myself," Hayes sneered again. I was getting sick of that face.

"That's great, but what's in it for him?"

"I'm also a member of the anthropology community," Hayes bragged. "Perhaps, if he is willing, he would be interested in a joint venture?"

"No way," I told him, first bursting his bubble. "Not until he sees more than just this brochure. This thing is just as useless as the back of a kid's cereal box. He wants to see the real stuff. Studies, journals, CADs, yeah, that kind of real stuff."

He nodded. He seemed to know what we were getting at. A serious investor was going to want to see some serious evidence. Not an ad. Now, we just had to turn him in...


Janine "Angel" Price
AMS Deathwing, Mirage Island, Hoenn
Affected RPers: N/A

In between trying to reverse myself becoming a Furret, I listened to the radio and PokéTarts were becoming a problem. Not for me, though! Addiction rates were rocketing up and it was becoming quite the issue. Trainers complained it cost them massive amounts of money to keep up with the drug desires of their Pokémon. And for even more fun, some people were trying to give advice or even come up with fixer drugs to remove the addiction! Nah, those wouldn't work! Just about nobody was trying the chain 'em up for a few weeks thing.

Ah well. Their problem, our money.

As I realized, the mutagen seemed to really like changing human cells. Well, it certainly enjoyed changing all of mine! Typing and using a computer mouse as a Furret wasn't the easiest thing I've ever had to do, but hey, at least I still could! Thankfully I could still work like this, but it was a little trickier. I was just hoping no one would walk in to see what I just did to myself. Especially Lando.

Now, from what I figured out, the mutagen had to be reconfigured to understand the whole picture, not just part of it! So I couldn't say "hey mutagen, give me a Furret tail." Nope, I had to tell it "hey mutagen, here's the DNA game plan, it's me with a Furret tail, now get to work!" The mutagen would need the full DNA mapping of what it was changing, not just the one part. Otherwise, ha ha, I was the result of doing it the wrong way! Oh sure, being a Furret was ultra-fun and cute, but hey, I had better things in mind.

I put more time and research into it though. I still had my human DNA, which was good. If I didn't have that, KA-POW! I'd be stuck as a Furret for life! I could make a reversal mutagen that would change me back to human, but again, I needed a full mapping program for the mutagen before it worked. I figured this might be helpful to get people back to normal, in case... whatever I was hoping to create out of this wasn't so preferred.

"Now... let's see," I muttered, looking over the computer.

And then, I had to blink twice. Wow... it even changed my voice! Ha, ha, that was cool! I was a talking Furret! Wait, wait, wait, I had to try this out. I stepped away from the computer and stood in the center of the lab.

"Hey, hi everyone!" I laughed and exclaimed, spinning around, waving my little paw at the empty room, "I'm Janine and I'm a cute lil' Furret!"

Aww, it sounded so adorable! And so... eh, wrong. Yeah, I had to get this fixed. I didn't have a mirror, but I imagined it must have looked pretty comical. But yeah, later times.