Yarvick "The Raticate" Xelsez
Team Aqua
Floroma Town, Sinnoh.
Affected RPers: N/A

Floroma Town. The town of pleasent scents, flowers, and very little else.

Yarvick knew and remembered the town of his birth. He grew up almost exclusively here. There were a few extra buildings added in his absense, but they were very little of note, merely more houses.

He knew the place like the back of his hand. The lore of the place was that Shaymin once decided to take a very barren plain and do her thing, and thus, the place was now in eternal bloom, even in winter. There was some truth to that; the flowers here were typically advertised as being nigh-immune to cold...Despite Shaymin's infamous weakness to ice.

But, Yarvick wasn't a lore kind of person. He was the 'steal stuff' kind of person. His time here would be limited. It was only halfway through the day at this point. He had to get to Yggdrasil Hotel as soon as possible, and 'today' seemed to be soon enough.

Nevertheless, he was reminded firmly of his childhood, which was, to him, mostly just a repetetive play-by-play of how to steal things. It wasn't much. Yarvick didn't exactly have the most exciting childhood in the world, and in all honesty, it was kind of OK that way...

"...About him? He's effectively going to just keep going about until-"

Yarvick swung his neck around for the source of the voice. It was the same group again! But, they seemed to be out of earshot. He even looked up at the rooftops, but no. But seriously, how did he keep waltzing into eavesdropping range of this group repetitively?

"No he will not. His plan simply fails if the primary piece simply evaporates, which was our plan from the get-go," The young Sinnoh-native woman said, sternly.

"OK, that kind of hinges on our plan, you know, working. It is prone to failure, like all plans, so what if we fail?" Said the young Unovan man?

"Fall back to our guaranteed fail-safe," The woman said. "It would be sub-optimal, but it would almost guarantee success...And of course, it would still be unexpected."

"...That...Works. We try our crazy plan, then fall back if it fails, which is almost guarenteed. I'd hate to be the poor sap we get for this one..." The unovan man said.

"Yes...That may be a small problem, as we'd have to get someone who has on-hand experience," the woman said.

"...That...May be a problem, but I think we'll find a suitable candidate in time. If we're patient." the man said.

With that, he heard no more.

...He had no idea what the duo could have been referring to, and probably would never find out.

In any case, he kept walking at this point, just hoping to leave without any confrontations or funny events or anything...He was just kind of privately hoping...

...He was getting overly paranoid, and even he knew it, but there were sure a lot of coincidences about if they WERE coincidences.

Yarvick looked around. It was midday in Floroma. It was a small town, easily walked through...So when someone was about, it was noticable. And he could not help but notice it...A man from afar...He was wearing brown but could not make out further details...He was leaving a house. His mother's house. The man turned, walking towards him.

Yarvick was going to have to cross paths with him. It was a wide road, though, but paranoia was not to rule here. He was walking forwards...Forwards...Forwards. As they approached, however...

...The man's identity became far more obvious. Year Velvetine. The man on the boat.

They crossed paths. Neither Velvetine nor Yarvick bothered to look at each other in the face, though Yarvick did notice some oddity with Velvetine.

The sword had blood on it.

...Yarvick did not increase his pace, looking as cool and calm as ever, but now a detour was in order...

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Doctor Propizio Wasser Te Haurangi, aka Dr. Prop.
Team Aqua
The Skunkworks, AMS Deathwing, Mirage Island, Hoenn
Affected RPers: N/A

"I think there has honestly been enough Chimera-related empowerment going around with Mega and Ultra Chimeras, and you suggest you're going to do more?" Yantil queried, aggressively. "We DO need regular footsoldiers, you know! And we decided we would be attempting to focus away from Chimeras now that we've got them so powerful?"

Evening in the Deathwing's Skunkworks, and Propizio's first project where he was NOT an assistant to someone else was already being attacked by Dr. Yantil Massadar, Tiantus'es right-hand man in the Skunkworks. Propizio knew Yantil had a high admiration of Tiantus, a man quite likely to sooner-or-later invent some world-changing creations. Or be involved in them. Probably why Yantil clutched to Tiantus so tightly, expecting to partake in fame with it. Granted, Dr. Yantil was pretty brilliant in his own right. Just not 'Tiantus' brilliant.

Of course, anyone else he looked down upon with an extreme scrutiny.

"Doctor Mass-Mass-Massadar, we-we-we have a gun-let's call these Chi-chimera Mutagens another form of g-g-g-gun. The g-gun had a few fff...A few...A few flaws, and could use some add-d-d-d-ditions, but it is otherwise workab-b-ble and very...Very leaf...Very lethal. If the flaws were removed and the additions, well added, we...We...We would have a more dea-dea-deadly gun. Deadlier guns are better guns! Well, unless you're a p-p-p-pacifist. But, that is what I am doing. Weapon imp-p-pp-provement," Prop said-or tried to say, rather. He was NEVER good with the English language. Nevertheless, it was better than it usually was. "In any case, if you think they're gett-t-t-t...Getting TOO popular, you can...You can, uh...You can restrict access of FES, or even the basic mutt-meta-mutagens, mutaens, in a heartbeat, and take all of that reversal agent and start shooting at any offond-offenders. You can restrict access of them in a heartbeat," Propizio added.

"That's not the problem, the problem is...Well, Doctor Pierce! Doctor Pierce is the problem!" Massadar said. "I don't mean to come off as rude, especially not to such a successful scientist such as herself, but Doctor Pierce...I think she's going about doing what she does without even THINKING that it could backfire on us. The oft-noted threat of power highs among the grunts aside...She simply has TOO much faith in her own creations. We haven't even gotten time to study any particular physiological OR psychological effects, who knows what could happen to our soldiers because Doctor Pierce did not think it through!"

Propizio couldn't take that argument. "If there are side-side-effects, then b-blame the suh-suh-sold-soldiers, for taking it so readily without thinn...Thinking about it at all. They should have thought of the...Thought of the side-effects when they took the syringe. It's either you have common sense or you're as dense as a rock. It's either you have common sense...Oh, wait, already said that." Propizio said. "But, you know my st-st-stance on that. Dock-dock-doctor Massadar, should I be telling Doctor Tiantus that you've been badmou...Badmouthing Doctor Pierce? I recalled that he was quite fond of the Chimera Mutagens..." Propizio said.

Doctor Massadar looked like he was being attacked by his own Mightyena for a second.

"...Let's hear the expected results of your experiment before we proceed any further. A picture of what you will do and what you think would be the result. A bit more than a two-sentence summery," Doctor Massadar said.

"Can you give me a minute to write it down?" Propizio said. That was one sentence rehearsed enough to say it without so much as a single stutter. Doctor Massadar nodded, and Propizio grabbed a pencil and wrote down his summary. In a minute or two, it was done. It read thus:

"A close look at the inner workings of the Chimera Mutagens shows several inefficient parts. Non-optimized structure of cells in the Mutagen itself, typically very consistent across all different types of Mutagen observed. This non-optimal structure is limiting the overall ability of the resulting 'donation genes'-The genes of the Pokemon that the Chimera is composed of-within the Chimera mutagen to combine efficiently. If these issues were fixed, we could see a small increase in the amount of donation genes a Chimera could safely adopt at maximum-a predicted improvement of 150%, or four additional 'donations.' In addition, there are specific functions of a Pokemon that simply cannot be used in Chimera form-A Pokemon's 'Abilities,' in layman's terms. This seems to be due to the current structure of the Mutagens, which simply cannot replicate those particular points of a Pokemon in a Chimera, even if every 'donation gene' comes from Pokemon who all have the Ability we call 'Levitate.' However, a closer look at the mutagen reveals that, without radical restructuring of the DNA or RNA sequences involved, we could easily repurpose the genes to include not one, but TWO abilities, safely. To clarify: This is not the same deal as most Pokemon only having one 'active' ability at a time, even with two-three noted choices in the wild. This is two 'active' abilities at once. This, of course, is just the theory. I have not actually started any of that yet, I've merely looked at it and made observations and a theory, as expected."

When Dr. Prop was done writing it, Doctor Massadar picked it up and watch as his eyes glided across the paper.

"I know the Scientific Method, Haruangi," Yantil said sternly. Dr. Te Haruangi sighed. 'Te Haruangi?' That was a whole word. 'Haruangi?' That part of the word. Whether it was not a word on its own or not a word at all was beyond Propizio's understanding. He didn't really know the language it was derived from well at all.

Despite his misgivings before, Yantil paced around, pinching his small beard and twirling the hairs between the fingers, the other holding onto the paper. He always did that when really contemplating something. A good sign.

"...Hrm...I have a simple question, Dr. Haruangi. Would there be any other perceived benefits?" Yantil asked. "I mean, obviously added flexibility and unpredictability is always a plus. But, is there more?"

"No, Doctor Massadar. Not any predicted effects, anyways...I can always attempt to...To...To...Uhh...Derive! I can always attempt to derive possible effects from the results of the use of the Mutt-mute-mutagen on the cells I will be working with."

Something in Massadar's face relaxed. Dr. Prop had a small level of infamy due to clumsiness, an inability to speak without stuttering 95% of the time, and a slight disregard for some safety precautions regarding volunteers and the like, though it seemed Angel's inventions had him a bit...Sour. A possible mix of her talent suddenly being recognized and her talent also causing a bit of panic.

"I'll go check with Doctor Tiantus if any restrictions will be in order, but I think you will be in the fair here, Doctor Haruangi." Doctor Massadar said, smiling a bit. "I'll be off." He added, walking out of the laboratory.

Dr. Prop turned back to his work. At this stage, it was just conceptual, ways of tacking it and lots of equations. He admitted to himself; He was not Angel, nor Tiantus. He only had a Master's in biology. However, he knew enough to know what he was doing.

Hypocricy ruined any argument. If he was to keep a mental campaign of THINKING of the side-effects going, he himself would have to take every precaution to safety himself-especially when testing beyond the cellular stage came about. He found it kind of boring during the theoretical stages, he always did. It was hard not to think that. It was just endless writing, solving equations over and over again, and for Dr. Prop, just writing things got boring, fast, especially since making his lips move in a coherent manner was always an endeavor doomed to fail. there was one time he mispronounced 'thank you' as 'hang you.' Hoo boy.

But, the practical stages...That's where all of that theoretical stuff paid off, big time. Mounds of equations in his notes were worth having a crazy flamethrower in his hands...It was also where lot of the infamy of his came from. His self-imposed need to make himself the sole guiena pig of his own experiments aside, the time he got said crazy flamethrower of his, he accidentally dropped it while it was still pushing out flames, setting himself on fire.

It was the joke of the labs for weeks.