Yarvick "The Raticate" Xelsez
Team Aqua
Yggdrasil Hotel, Eternia City, Sinnoh.
Affected RPers: N/A

Yarvick immediately pulled out the silenced 9mm on the guy the instant he thought of the idea. No risks. He didn't fire, of course, but quite frankly he was angry enough that he might as well.

"Whoa whoa whoa! OK, OK...Too sudden!" The mystery man said, looking very sheepish now. "...What do you want to know? Can't say everything here, but..."

Yarvick's gaze was as hard as he could get it. "Give me straight answers or die, I'm getting tired of 'coincidences' and mysteries."

"Your dad sent me," He said, trying to look as calm as possible. "I'm a mole for the CC, they don't suspect me yet." He added, very quickly.

"Who is he?" Yarvick said.

"I can't say names...Saying the exact name would be very bad in public. INFINITELY bad!" Mr. Mohawk said.

"What does he-"

"I can't really tell you what he does, other than, like you, it is...Less than legal. He leads a group, a group that is being opposed by the CC due to specific links between it's leader and him. Again, can't say...Really...ANYTHING in a public place like this on this subject. I really really can't, or things get...Ugly."

Yarvick didn't twitch.

"Give me a minute." He said, pulling out a phone and dialing a number. "Hello...Yes, it's me, Calvin-Yes, he's here, he's also really angry and he's got a gun to my head..."

He could only imagine what kind of stupid conversation was going on. Who did he call? Probably the old man...

"Gimmie," Yarvick said, cutting through 'Calvin's conversation with his dad, putting his hand out.

"But-"

"On pain of death." He added.

He gave the Phone to Yarvick.

"Hello?"

"Ah, hello, it seems that you have managed to catch Calvin off-guard and force him to give you a phone! Congradulations! Unfortunately, as I want to meet with you in person and want to make sure its you-and trust me, I have all right to be as paranoid as a crazy old man-I advise you either smash the phone to the ground or give it back to Calvin so I can continue that lovely coversation on you. I'd like the latter but any sane man would probably do the former." He said in a singular, fast breath. His accent and voice shifted wildly, but it was definitely a man's voice, that was for sure.

"But-"

Yarvick's plea for a continued, over-the-phone conversation like a sane man was interuppted by the sound of two microphones cutting in feedback while his dad yelled into the microphone. Ear-splitting noise indeed.

He threw the phone to the ground. It didn't break, and Calvin quickly swooped in and grabbed it.

"You used the mic trick on him, didn't you?...Wonderful...He's getting a bit...Yes, of course...But!...Oh, come on! He's got a gun at my head, how am I supposed to stay calm?!"

"CC agents? Right now!? What kind?...F***!"

Calvin hanged up immediately. "OK, Yarvick, I have bad news: We're about to get attacked by someone that we need REALLY dead and I think you'll agree, so if you could just whip out that Ancient Burst Heart you've been meticulously hiding-"

"Don't have it!" Yarvick said.

It looked like the guy just took a boxer's left hook to the face and didn't quite believe what happened. He then switched to a face of absolute panic, swinging his arms up and to his chest in a gesture that indicated extreme disbelief, apparently. "You...DON'T HAVE IT?! You don't have your f***ing ace in the hole?!!?"

"It was a LOAN, d**mit!" Yarvick said.

"Who LOANS an Ancient Burst Heart?!?!" Calvin exclaimed.

"I still have Deoxys-"

And with that, to cement the absolute fact that he was truly screwed, a man came into the room. However, the doors closed automatically when opened, so it was locked. The man who came in achieved this not by knocking down the door, but carving a hole through it with a very sharp implement, an odd mix of an unknown white-yellow metal on a bloodstained blade, then a kick to the carved section to make a nice hole in it and some of the wall surrounding it.

The man that walked through the hole, thoroughly bloodstained, was none other than Year Velvetine in a pure-Dracium Helmet, and one designed to be utterly terrifying to behold-Not merely content with some form of an eldritch horror, it also added on what that eldritch horror would wear when absolutely ready to kick tons of a**. Whoever made it had to be commended for their taste in the grotesque and horrifying as well as their impeccable craftsmanship and imagination.

"HERE'S JOHNNY, F***ERS!!" Velvetine yelled, obviously pleased by how much like a serial killer he looked to be right now. How such a madman could become the leader of a whole faction was pretty hard to imagine.

Yarvick had to suppress the urge to s**t bricks, and he was holding a pistol and could shoot him dead.

In theory.

...

Doctor Propizio Wasser Te Haurangi, aka Dr. Prop.
Team Aqua
AMS Deathwing, Mirage Island, Hoenn
Affected RPers: Whoever happens to be in sight range, really. I don't know!

"COME ON! SET ME ON FIRE!!!" Dr. Prop yelled.

He had not imagined any scenario prior to this where he would ever say that, much less at the top of his lungs, but yet, here he was, yelling it out.

The funny part was that every Chimera on-deck with fire powers (plus a guy with a convenient flamethrower) were trying their d**m hardest, but they'd sooner burn hell to cinders than Dr. Prop, and he looked like a walking fire hazard for pete's sake!

"What is WITH this guy?!" Said a Magmotar/Metagross/Rhyperior/Charizard hybrid went. That hybrid was quite like a centaur, except the lower half was a Metagross'es torso instead of a 2 Magmotar arms and 2 Rhyperior arms, and from both he shot furious flames. The Dragon head and wings were all the while flapping uselessly, unable to propel him due to sheer weight-an issue brought on by his Metagross half, but a half that could easily alleviate the issue as well. He really should have thought of that. Of course, he DID make himself a nasty torrent of flame that would have others screaming for life. Dr. Prop, however, felt quite energetic on the inside, the result of Flash Fire converting the heat to his own purposes.

"This is just stupid! Fire doesn't work, and what kind of idiot would punch him?!" Said the dude with the flamethrower. He looked all sorts of a mean, lean fighting machine. "Or bullets, for that matter, it'd probably just bounce off the metal armor!"

"CAN YOU NOT B-B-B-BURN ME?!" Dr. Prop yelled. "CAN YOU NOT?!"

He was far more cocky than he usually was, though you could hardly blame him for being just that. It was intentional, selling his product in a way by demonstrating just a singular use of its abilities in a manner wherein NOBODY could deny its usefulness.

Plus, it was awesome to just stand still in the middle of an inferno and not get burnt.

"Is he invincible?!" Said a Tyranitar/Typhlosion Hybrid behind him, with a tall body and flames coming out of every black spot on the body and everywhere on the back, with an overall dark blue color to its body, but a bright orange color to the flames.

"THAT I WELSE-I MEAN WISH, BUDDY! BUT THE-THAT'S NOT THE QUAESTI-I MEAN, QUESTION HERE!! IF I LOOK SO FLAME-FLAMMABLE, WHY C-CAN I NOT BURN?!?!" Dr. Prop yelled. "WHY CAN I NOT BURN?!?!"

Hoo boy he was showing off how large of a ham he could really be. Regardless of his cheesy screaming of questions, it did make them stop, briefly. Dear lord this was more exciting than he realized!

"...It's some kind of superpower?" Said the dude with the Flamethrower.

"C-C-C-CLOSE ENOUGH!" Dr. Prop exclaimed.

"Does it have something to do with Houndoom?" Said the Magmotar/Metagross/Rhyperior/Charizard Hybrid.

"YES ACTUALLY!...Hhhhow did you know?"

"Your tail is wagging." He said, pointing.

Sure as hell, a quick look behind him showed his tail, almost automatically wagging away. He didn't even notice himself.

Nobody was laughing, but it was rather embarrassing in its own way. Granted, the instant it sunk in, it practically froze.

"Urm..." He said. "Well, yeah, he's right! HE'S RIGHT! He's right!" He said. "B-B-B-BUT! How is he right! What part of a Houndour-I mean, Houndoom am I using?!"

A few seconds of silence. Almost no response. Then, the guy with the Flamethrower spoke up. "It's some kind of Pokemon Ability, right?"

"YES! It's Flash Fire! You all tried to burn a guy withF-f-f-f-f-f-fffFlash Fire!" He said. He got a few angry glares (he wished he didn't stutter on the F-sounds), but most looked curious. "I-I-I'm going to get right to the point, you can already attest to the affects-I mean, effects, already attest to the effects. Che-cho-Chimera Mutt-Mutagens can now give you Abilities-and TWO of them, to be precise!" he said, holding up two fingers.

Interested muttering went through the crowd, some kind of curious on Janine's possible involvement, many approving greatly.

"What's more, if there ever was an idea if you just needed...Uh, just needed...If you just needed ONE more Pokemon to make a crazy Chimera perfect...If you just needed one more, well, the Chimera Mutagens have been improved to allow for four more Pokemon combinations! A total of twelve Pokemon at once!"

The mutterings continued, a bit more loudly this time, and the reactions more mixed. Some liked the idea, others cited how hard it was to think of such a combination, and at least one guy made it well-known that he really just didn't like Chimeras at all.

Nobody could expect a one-hundred percent adoration rating, especially when one's language was so...Poor. Regardless, the improved Chimera Mutagens were now in complete use, replacing the older version.

Like it or not, it was here, though he had a hard time figuring out who wouldn't like it.