((WARNING: Very short Propizio post. I don't really know engineering well.))

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

He had heard that the Improved Chimera Mutagens got a lot of praise. Nice adjustments, more creativity. Granted, it was more of an improvement to an existing product, so it was more 'great job' than 'whoa!,' but eh. Can't win them all.

He had really only done it out of the universal compulsive urge of correction and because he kind of liked Chimera Mutagens. Granted, not while he worked-he had already taken a Reversal Agent and undid the form as he planned out his next little project. He was a mechanic, that's what his job training was for. Weapons design wasn't too out of the park for his tastes, and considering his primary form of self-defense outside of Chimera forms were guns, it sounded a wonderful idea to him. Yantil didn't even bother questioning it beyond the summary of the project.

Catch was, he was not impressed with a singular leap or bound forward. There were dozens of ways to make a single gun, and dozens of different guns on top of that, so to start, he had to pick a gun. He quickly settled on the assault rifle-an average gun wielded by the average soldier to shoot many bullets in a relatively precise way, only topped by DMRs and actual Sniper Rifles...And after all, a spray of lead justice was just so satisfying.

Except, possibly, when the spray of lead justice was done in 50. calibur bullets.

A small supply of dracaria metal in key points, just going off of computer simulations, seemed to reduce the recoil of a gun dramatically. Dracaria wasn't exactly a long-standing discovery, most guns didn't even have a small percentile of Dracraia in their system. Indeed, Team Aqua only had a small supply from their (ongoing) attempts at coercing the various military leaders of Hoenn to Aqua's cause, but it was enough to distribute the weapon to the captains and big names of Aqua and maybe some elite troops as well-and that was oftentimes enough justification to do so. After all, it wasn't like it was in-use else-ware.

Of course, he had a singular, logical restriction; he had to use as little of the precious metal as possible. The material was incredibly rare in Hoenn, to the point where the reasoning behind the May 6th strike was explicitly to make this issue a non-issue (according to Hoenn Government, essentially, though they said it in a manner far more dressed up and fancy to properly present their reasoning to the public).

He had tons of sketches, several of which he scrapped immediately due to implausibility. What didn't get scrapped that early he tried on a computer stimulation, each one holding up admirably well in general. All the sketches, however, progressively showcased smaller and smaller guns, with less and less material in general, to show at what point where the recoil got to be too much to bear, and what was optimal. He also toyed with various firing modes, from full auto to burst to single-round, as well as where the bullet casings would be ejected from, attachments, and various other parts. He didn't stray far from the assault rifle design he had in mind, though.

From the way it was going, he couldn't forsee this taking long before he hit up the next project he had in mind...But, one thing at a time. First, this awesome gun. Then, the big thing that would hopefully get his name on paper the instant it was done.

Yarvick "The Raticate" Xelsez
Team Aqua
Eternia City, En-Route to Celestic Town, Sinnoh.
Affected RPers: N/A

Yarvick's fear evaporated in the presence of adrenaline, and he emptied a whole clip on the sucker. It would be overkill normally, but the leather jacket may have been made of some Leafeon Skin-a type of leather well-known for being both illegal in some regions and a bulletproof jacket for low cost. Either way, they didn't get far.

Yarvick wasn't entirely sure why Leafeon Skin was that freaking hard. It didn't make sense internally, but it was definitely the case."

"You can't kill me! Victory is my FATE!" Velvetine yelled, running much faster than any man of his size ever should. Mercifully, Yarvick was slightly faster. He quickly pulled out a Burst Heart and immediately Bursted with Iapetus.

The feeling of Bursting was very quick, but Bursting with a Ghost-Type was exceptionally strange: It felt like hot and cold were deciding to have a fling, and this was the end result. When it was over, Yarvick scored clawed guantlets and grieves, dark and spiky hair, and dark purple clothing.

Calvin had a similar idea, and had bursted with Duskinor. Though that Mohawk was still totally visible, the end result also gave him a kind of fez on his head, a helmet that covered his face and left only an eye as a viable viewpoint, gave him gauntlets that looked ready to crush some heads like grapes, and a big, large-jawed face on his midsection.

Despite the creepy Ghost-Types, Velvetine was definitely the scariest thing in the room. Granted, Yarvick also made sure there wasn't any competition by phasing through the glass and getting out of dodge-an act Calvin also did. Either way, they were outside and hovering well out of the way of his sword, feeling quite safe.

"What the f***?!" Calvin yelled.

"I KNOW WHERE LOYALTIES LIE, BOY! Nobody pulls a fast one on me!" Velvetine yelled, pulling out an M16. The sheer action seemed to hurt a guy, but then he actually started firing it.

"Dear Arceus, that guy's a psycho!" Iapetus mentally said as bullets flew through them-phased out of existence like they were, they weren't getting hit by any physical objects anytime soon. Granted, it felt quite like an exercise to maintain it, and attacking? Out of the question.

Then he pulled out a Poke Ball, releasing a Braviary, and jumped onto its back in hot pursuit. Naturally, Calvin and Yarvick decided this was the time to split up.

The bullets, the shattering glass, and the suddenly-apparent murders below the apartments suddenly attracted attention like a moth to the flame, and suddenly a mob of people-cops included-were abound on the ground. As if he needed another fight televised!

"YARVICK!!! STOP RUNNING!! MAKE IT EASY ON THE BOTH OF US!!! IT'S ONLY GOING TO END ONE WAY, AFTER ALL!!!" Velvetine screamed. It really only encouraged Yarvick to go MUCH faster, while attempting to fire Shadow Balls backwards. He missed every time, though-the Braviary swooped well out of the way of every attack. Yarvick had equally good record in dodging Air Slash and Heat Wave attacks, coming out of the mouth of Braviary like no tomorrow. The one issue was that the Braviary somehow was faster than Yarvick, an impressive feat considering the massive man situated on it. If the bird got too close, Heat Waves and Air Slashes would hit with impunity, to say nothing of the sword, and he didn't want to even get near that man in the first place.

Yarvick attempted to compensate for his lack of speed by phasing into another building, going through walls and whatnot. That seemed to be a temporary reprieve, and if he was fast enough, he could escape just by being hard to find. After all, he left no visible trace, so Velvetine would have little idea where to begin. It was an excellent plan in his head. He had just phased through the floor below him when he heard a thud above him first soft. Then, Velvetine's sword stuck into the floor and circled around him, almost directly above him.

Yarvick dove out of the way and fumbled for an SMG, but he didn't manage to grab it. Velvetine and him were currently in a vacant house, probably owned by a mother and her recently-born kid, neither of which was here. Toys were scattered, if not crushed by the double-serving of ceiling that now occupied the center of the room, almost making Velvetine's head brush up against the ceiling. The Braviary was above, unable to go inside properly due to the size of the hole, but nevertheless looking venomously at Yarvick, currently unarmed.

"Hypnosis! He can't attack if he's asleep like that, and you can just snap his neck!" Iapetus mentally yelled. "And maybe take that mask and sword while you're at it." He added, appelaing to the kleptomanic.

Yarvick attempted to use Hypnosis on Velvetine, trying to make him sleep, weakening his mind. He wasn't entirely sure if it was working-he couldn't read minds at the same time (or in Iapetus'es case, at all), but he didn't move while he was doing it at least.

A few seconds of silence passed, and Yarvick had finished using the move. Did he do it? Did he fall asleep standing up?

"WHAT HURBIS!!" Velvetine shouted, not even remotely phased. Maybe it was the mask? Curse dracaria metal! Yarvick had to back up very fast to dodge a slash attack, the end of which sliced into the floor. That sword didn't seem to be stopped by d**m near anything!

Yarvick slipped out through the wall behind him, going into the hallway and naturally running down the hall rather than through the walls. Velvetine cut through the door...And through another wall directly ahead, leading into another room that Yarvick didn't enter. Perhaps he thought Yarvick went straight ahead out of fear?

His luck was rarely in his service, but right now that was the best thing in the world that could have happened. Velvetine lost his trail-for now. Yarvick kept running and phased through another wall before Velvetine corrected his mistake and found him, flinging him out of the whole building and out of his sight.

Calvin was easily found in the crowd, even after having debursted. Yarvick found a convenient alleyway that was well out of sight of any onlookers, debursted, then ran a lap around a building and rejoined him, sweating bullets, almost certain that at any moment the crazy sword-wielding Cthulhu-masked maniac would cleave though a wall and jump out, eager for blood. He was on the phone when they reuinted.

"I just found him sir...Yes, he's alright...Velvetine is still in the building, the cops are inside it now...OK!" Calvin closed his phone. "Yarvick, we better hurry on out of here!" Calvin said.

"How'd he find us?!" Yarvick asked. He was almost dead sure nobody was following him-or Calvin for that matter.

"I have no f***ing clue, they have a grade-A espionage team but I was sent alone...Let's get out of dodge, OK?! We're clear to head to Celestic Town immediately now..."

Yarvick had half of a mind to put the (still loaded) SMG to his back, but at this point he'd rather just get out of there before Mr. Cthulhu came back.