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Post by Walker Yumasaki on Feb 10, 2012 22:29:22 GMT -5
The unveiling of the new Virtual Reality Simulator in downtown Ikebukuro was one of the biggest events of the year. Everyone was there, not just the typical otaku gamer or socially awkward nerd. It turned out the biggest crowd since Yuuhei Hanejima was in town. But despite that, only the elite could get in, so the rest of the world was out of luck.
But the news had just reported right before it was to be open to the public that the machine had been stolen- dismantled overnight and taken away. Rumors said it was the Yakuza who had done it while the more radical said it was Anonymous. The real culprits were actually a small group under one allegiance. The Dollars.
Celty Sturluson, the Black Rider, was commissioned into taking it to a secret location as determined by Izaya Orihara for an experiment. He invited only 8 people whom he thought would make perfect subjects: Mikado Ryugamine, Anri Sonohara, Kida Masaomi, Walker Yumasaki, Erika Kurisawa, Celty Sturluson, Shinra Kishitani, and Namie Yagiri to experience it with him. He was planning to make a simulation for his perfect world, where he was the ultimate puppet master.
Of course, by not saying this aloud to anyone, it would ultimately be his own demise. Walker thought it was stolen just for them to play a game together as friends. So in his backpack, he brought something that he thought everyone would enjoy- Pokémon. Behind the informant’s back, he placed the cartage to one of the more recent games: Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky. And in Pokémon Mystery Dungeon, it starts with the player as a human who is turned into a Pokémon.
Everything was going smoothly and according to plan… that is until Celty plugged in and the machine was activated. The dullahan's magic made the circuits go haywire, causing a giant power surge and those who were in the simulator to black out. No one could have predicted what happened next…
A cyndaquil with a small backpack on his back sniffed around the small wooded area he just woke up in. He stumbled a little, not sure if he was bipedal or quadrupedal yet. It wasn't that he was just hatched from an egg. It was that he'd never been a Pokémon before.
Walker knew that this was his fault. He dug his own grave by putting that game in. But he didn't expect VIRTUAL reality to become ACTUAL reality. Becoming trapped in this game was going to be a bitch. If he could just find a familiar face, he might get through it.
"Familiar face indeed, that's easier said than- MIKADO! KIDA!" The cyndaquil bounded over towards a relatively small dratini and a particularly fluffy eevee with a yellow scarf around his neck. He poked them both with his paws. If he knew Double-Slap, that would be easier.
"Guys! Get up! I think something went wrong!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2012 0:10:13 GMT -5
The idea had been innocent enough. It wasn't often that Izaya actually was not up to no good, but Kida has seen it happen at least twice in his time in Ikebukuro. This could have easily been one of those times, he figured, as he headed out.
Oh, how wrong was he. As he put the "liberated" device on his head, Kida had a bad feeling.
And then, something went wrong, and he knew nothing more.
Kida heard Walker's voice before anything.
He opened his eyes, however, and just so this tiny... thing. It looked like an anteater, but much smaller, much cuter, and fire exploded from its back as if the little creature was distressed. It took all that was in him to not chuckle and give in to petting as it tripped over itself.
"What a cute little...whatever you are." He went to stand up, blinking as he could only sit up. Wait...
He was small and brown. And furry. He moved himself to the creek to check his reflection over, and blinked.
"What is...am I Ryo-Ohki or something?" It certainly looked like it. The big difference was the lack of jewel that would help him turn into the spaceship and his ears were erect, not falling down, hopelessly cute. The scarf around his neck was definitely cute, though, so he assumed he was somebody's pet.
Something clicked in the back of his head and he looked over toward the anteater thing. "...Walker?"
But wait, that must mean that this blue and white sea-snake thing...
It was so cute he wanted to cry from it. That could only mean...
The newfound Eevee lept over again, moving back to his friend in a few bounds before using his paw and rubbing his nose against the smooth-skinned creature.
"Mikado! Wake up!"
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Post by Mikado Ryuugamine on Feb 15, 2012 0:41:55 GMT -5
Mikado just figured it would be a fun day to spend with his friends playing video games and having a good time.
He was in no way ready what to expect when suddenly everything went black.
The next thing Mikado seemed to remember was being shaken awake by Kida’s worried voice. He also felt something fluffy and furry poking him. That stirred Mikado completely awake, just what did Kida own that was furry and poking him awake.
As he fluttered his eyes awake, he was met face to face with a very worried face of a puppy? No it wasn’t a puppy. Mikado was confident he had seen this animal before.
Then his brain finally caught up to him, what was looking at him was an Eevee! But it sounded like Kida…
“Masaomi!? Is that you?” Mikado then tried to get up but began to notice something was definitely wrong with his body. He couldn’t move or feel his arms. As he turned his had from side to side he also noticed he was blue, but he was sure he wasn’t wearing his uniform that day…
It was then that stuff clicked in his head, he had turned into a Pokémon! A Dratini to be precise. This was when Mikado began to freak out and squirm around the ground.
“Masaomi! Masaomi! What happened?! Why am I like this, oh god I have no arms or legs!” and then he whimpered surprised at how his dratini voice sounded.
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Post by Walker Yumasaki on Feb 15, 2012 1:11:58 GMT -5
"I messed up," Walker said simply. He sighed, relaxing and letting the flames on his back die down before getting closer, "I put a Pokémon game in the simulator and then I guess like something out of .hack, we got sucked in. I bet since this was Izaya's plan, he had something to do with this. I knew he was up to no good! Dammit, I should have gone with my gut!"
And just like that, he went up in flame again. His fur may have been fire-resistant, but everything else wasn't. The shrub nearby lit up as soon as he began to spazum, which caused more chaos. The cyndaquil grabbed for his backpack with his stubby little paws and tried to look for something to put it out with. "Oh crap, oh God, I'm so sorry! AH! I STILL HAVE A FIRE BLANKET!!"
He took it out and put it over the shrub before the fire could spread, then draped it over himself with a sigh. As much as he enjoyed pyrotechnics, not being able to control it was the worst. Not to mention how tiny and helpless he felt. He felt like killing something.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2012 14:39:56 GMT -5
Kida watched as Walker searched his bag for a fire blanket, not exactly wanting to move too far away from Mikado, who seemed to be more disturbed about the fact that he was limbless than anything else.
He sighed, bringing a furry paw to his forehead the best that he could, given the circumstances. "Somehow I don't think that it's a mess-up. We might just have skipped opening credits and someone pushed the New Game file way too fast. That doesn't meant that you messed up."
He paused, thinking, fur on end as he tried to think of what had his senses in such a mess. It was like one part of him was telling him to run and hide, taking Mikado with him, and the other was telling him to turn around, claws out and teeth bared.
If anyone really knew Kida, they would already know which instinct won every single time the two were split. Only once has he failed to turn around ready for a fight. And, well, Mikado was currently unable to do anything to protect himself, Walker seemed to be barely able to walk, excuse the pun, so Kida put himself up as the first row of defense from whatever it was.
...Oh. It was a cat. Whatever...
...wait. There was something about that cat's very presence that was pissing Kida off.
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Post by UndergroundGod on Feb 18, 2012 0:38:43 GMT -5
Izaya's scheme hadn't been the best, he supposed. It had been… hare-brained and just a little insane, certainly sudden. But, really, what the hell. Izaya was always up for an interesting experience, even if that experience was a little… crazy. Even if things didn't work out exactly the way he intended, sometimes it was just the journey that made it all worth it.
It seemed, this time, like that would have to be the case.
The last thing Izaya remembered was flicking on the machine, but instead of anything he expected, there was an explosion of black and yellow, dullahan magic and jolts of electricity filling the air before his vision went dark and he felt like he was falling, falling…
He was unsure how much time had passed, but as he was slowly rousing, he felt groggy. There were sounds of voices around him and he could sense movement a short distance away. He hadn't needed to open his eyes yet and would avoid it until he felt he did.
Something was strange, he knew that for sure. Without opening his eyes, he could tell that his body was… different. His body was shaped differently. His arms and legs were too short, and he didn't have fingers, opposable thumbs. His spine was long (and wiggling?) and his ears felt… huge. He didn't need to look at himself to know that his body was all wrong for him, though… in other ways, he already felt as though he were agile, quick.
But he would need to get up to know for sure.
Finally, Izaya opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was about fifteen feet away, impossibly… there was an Eevee. An Eevee, a Cyndaquil, and a Dratini.
How the…
Izaya had to fight back his confusion to find the will to get up into a sitting position, at which point he had no choice but to look down at himself. It appeared as though he were quite fuzzy and purple, feline in shape… off the top of his head, he didn't know which Pokémon that he was, so he was probably one of the new ones. He hadn't really kept track beyond generation three, to be honest, so he had to assume he was one of the new things he hadn't bothered learning about. At the very least he seemed feline—the long, twisty tail seemed evidence enough of that.
He was hesitant to trying walking for a second, unsure whether he'd actually be a quadruped, like a cat, of if he could walk on just his hind legs. He didn't want to try either and lose his balance, or look ridiculous, depending on the situation. After a moment, he figured what the hell, and moved onto all fours to approach the other three Pokémon tentatively, moving smoothly enough.
"What the hell happened?" he questioned vaguely, though his tone of voice was by far more intrigued than angry.
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Post by Walker Yumasaki on Feb 18, 2012 21:42:08 GMT -5
"IZAYA!?" Walker exclaimed, keeping the fire blanket wrapped tightly around his furry form so that his back wouldn't erupt again, "How the hell are you a purrloin? Wait, no I guess it makes sense. You're certainly shifty- fitting of a dark type. That and I always figured you were a cat too. Sleep all day, out all night, loving to screw with people... it just fits. I bet if Shizuo was here, he'd be a dog or something. I can't think of anything else for him... probably a lucario, I wouldn't be surprised by that."
The otaku had to pull his thoughts back together before continuing, "And don't ask me what happened! I just put in a Pokémon game into the simulator! I figured this was your fault! That you did something to open a wormhole into an alternate dimension where this is real! Trust me, I know the difference between simulators and reality! My brain isn't tricking me to think I'm a cyndaquil, I AM A DAMNED CYNDAQUIL!!"
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Post by UndergroundGod on Feb 20, 2012 22:22:34 GMT -5
From the voice, which was strangely somehow the same, he took the cyndaquil to be Walker, which was fitting. The man was a renowned firebug after all, so it only made sense that he would be a fox-face fire type.
Walker seemed to know that he was something called a purrloin, which sounded enough like a Pokémon name, especially for the cat-type thing he looked like. Well, he supposed when it came to Pokémon, there were much worse choices. He could have been like… a magikarp or something. That would have just been embarrassing. Izaya didn't have quite as much respect for newer generations, he guessed, but there were a few Pokémon it would have been really lame to be from the first few generations.
He was going to disagree with Walker about his Pokémon choice there. While he agreed that Shizuo was most certainly a dog-type, he could much more easily see him as something gruff and fluffy, like a growlithe or a poochyena than something like a lucario.
He didn't have time to argue, though, as Walker kept ranting, on and on, getting frankly out of control. Honestly, there was nothing to panic about. The situation could be way worse than all this. They could be seriously injured, maimed, or dead. As long as they were alive and healthy, things could work out.
At the end of Walker's freaked out speech, Izaya reached forward with one of his front paws and gently booped Walker's nose, the feeling strange on his paw. He confirmed casually, "Yup, you're a cyndaquil."
He sat back then on his hind legs, looking at his paw with interest, flexing his tiny toes and… figuring out how to extend his claws. "As for all this, no, not my fault. I was just going to give you all a chance to try out a video game simulation. The last thing I remember before I blacked out was Celty's black smoke exploding everywhere, so if you're blaming anyone, blame her."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2012 14:51:48 GMT -5
Kida watched Izaya cautiously, waiting to see some sort of trick that the catty man -- who had turned into a cat, how so very appropriate -- had devised, but as Izaya casually tossed the blame aside, Kida decided that he was going to believe Izaya. For now. After all, he looked not too pleased about being a Purrloin instead of, say, a Persian.
His ears flicked, and Kida reached up to rub a paw over them, trying to think. Mikado was going to be perfectly fine so long as he was in water, but he had no idea the endurance level of a Dratini. Walking might be too much for him, he supposed.
Ultimately, he nudged his friend's chest with his nose, pushing his head under and using that to lift him up. He wasn't that heavy at all, he decided, and this could work. "Come on, Mikado, there's still one person missing."
Whatever Anri was, Kida would bet money he has hentai of it.
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Post by Mikado Ryuugamine on Sept 4, 2012 22:12:15 GMT -5
Mikado whined a bit more as Kida lifted him up to settle on his back, seeing as how being a dratini he really did not enjoy getting out of water. It made him scared, would he be able to last out of water? However once on Masaomi’s back, there Mikado did the only thing he could think of which was wrap himself around his best friend and wiggle his nose trying to adjust to all the new smells coming from the grass. It felt so weird wrapping his so called tail around Kida. After all could it be called a tail when he had no arms or legs?
Holding tightly to Kida as they made their way into the forest, Mikado could not help but wonder and worry about Anri, he hoped that she was alright and surrounded by good friends.
“You’re right. We have to find Anri, and make sure she’s safe. We can’t call ourselves her best friends if we’re not by her side…Lets go Kida, sorry for having to have you carry me…” Mikado whined again in that dratini voice.
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