Team Snagem HQ (Mt. Silver)

[KomradeKarina]

Leaving his bed room with a stretch of his arms Kain heads for the living quarters. Calling GREY and placing his order he takes a seat next to darts. "You ignore not fool kill him he ate my tributes!" a screaming stirs in Kain's head. Taking out his Pokeballs Kain releases his four Pokemon. "Do either of you mind if their out?" Kain asks two individuals in the room.  

[Atlantis_Darts]

Extremelictor

Leaving his bed room with a stretch of his arms Kain heads for the living quarters. Calling GREY and placing his order he takes a seat next to darts. "You ignore not fool kill him he ate my tributes!" a screaming stirs in Kain's head. Taking out his Pokeballs Kain releases his four Pokemon. "Do either of you mind if their out?" Kain asks two individuals in the room.

Darts looks over to Kain, some kind of deep animalistic sense of danger stirring inside him as he glances at him. Also the way he dressed looked awfully familiar.... The Giratina hybrid shakes his head. "...No," He says finally. "I don't mind at all. We haven't gotten to talk much even before our little siesta, what's your name?"  

[KomradeKarina]

"Kain Devict" he reply's "I've heard plenty about you and the curse. You don't look like a hybrid of giritina, May I ask why?". Kain is not trying to sound cold but he does have the essence of giritina in him. His eyes flare to colour of giritina's eyes. The boys new cacnea comes and sits next to his master. Looking over to the pokemon Kain remembers he hasn't name him yet.j  

[Atlantis_Darts]

Extremelictor

"Kain Devict" he reply's "I've heard plenty about you and the curse. You don't look like a hybrid of giritina, May I ask why?". Kain is not trying to sound cold but he does have the essence of giritina in him. His eyes flare to colour of giritina's eyes. The boys new cacnea comes and sits next to his master. Looking over to the pokemon Kain remembers he hasn't name him yet.j

Darts blinks slightly. "Not look like a hybrid of Giratina?" Darts wonders what he could mean, thinking back to the day he had walked back into HQ following the one year separation of Snagem in preparation of Kalos.

Atlantis_Darts

Darts' outward appearance hasn't changed much, if at all over the course of the one year time skip, but for the sake of noting his cursed form it will be described herein once again. As a Giratina hybrid, most of his head and his face is invisible, as the entirety of it is taken up by the enormous golden crest so familiarly donning Giratina's own. There is only a slit in the middle of it for two crimson eyes without pupils, and an opening near the bottom where a mouth should be. Beneath that, a black t-shirt and a pair of black pants below that proved that Darts knew how to coordinate black on black clothing, even if he knew nothing else of fashion. His skin underneath his clothing had become a luminescent non-reflective silver, matching the skin tone of the benefactor who had granted him this look. His most defining feature by far was the large and (in his own esteem) most essential garment on the face of the planet, the only thing possibly more garish than his golden crest, his jacket. Originally a plain black trenchcoat, the jacket underwent more than a few changes when Darts was condemned to his current form by a Giratina. Once hybridized, golden accents were added to the bottom in the form of various jutting gold spikes downwards out of the bottom of the jacket along with gold accents across his collar bones, looking very much like the chest protrusions of his progenitor. If such a thing were imaginable, those were not even the oddest things about the coat.

Since hybridization, the jacket seemed to have become a physical part of Darts' being, much as an arm or a leg would, but with less motor ability. Nocioceptors run through the membrane of the jacket, providing Darts with tactile response and pain functions just like any other part of his body. In addition, the jacket does respond weakly to his mental cues, mostly being able to flap weakly, though he anticipated through exercise he could probably eventually garner actual movement. In addition, the jacket now served as a dimensional anchor to fasten him to this world. As a Giratina hybrid, he was constantly at odds with the parallel shadow world that runs adjacent and invisible to our own. Because Giratina had been long since banished to the Distortion World for its violence, the same ban attempted constantly to take Darts and dump him there whenever he found himself not swathed in his trusty jacket, and too many of the Snagems had seen more of Origin Forme Darts than they ever wanted to again on their last trip to the Distortion World a year ago. When in that crazy backwards dimension Darts gained a great deal in terms of destructive power in exchange for anything resembling a sanity that wasn't beastially crazed and bent on destruction.

Darts' only other defining characteristic (like he needs another one) was a set of six odd black circles on his back, where blackened tentacles had emerged during his Origin stint in the Distortion World. They seemed benign enough to him, and were almost always covered by his shirt and jacket so out of sight out of mind, like Darts always says and then promptly forgets about. During the year Darts had been on the road, things started off like they usually did whenever he wandered off on his own for a long period of time with no explanation. He started by hitting up the casinos. An avid gambler, and a man well-known for playing only by the rules. (Heh.) Darts made his way to the seediest casinos and most dingy game corners in search of monetary prey. And for a while, things seemed to be going fine. Getting in fights with the locals was a lot easier as he became more and more familiar with his new body, even though he hadn't learned any actual Giratina techniques yet per say. Not to mention he had little fear of dying, as by removing his jacket he could return to the Distortion World instantly, entering a rabies-like fit of unstoppable rage in the process, but as a last resort it made a great escape button that ensured he could walk away from any shady deals more or less unscathed. He gambled at the biggest pots, took the largest share of the winnings, lied, cheate- er, played as fair as circumstances would allow, and lived the life of an underworld king (he was practically waist deep in black... coffee.) but for some reason deep down in his soul he was tormented and never at peace. Deep down there was a thirst for rage and a thirst for violence that he had never felt as a human. It was something uncontrollable, something that the usually fully in control gambler had never encountered, even counting his usual reliance on caffeine, especially coffee, which now had an almost elixir-like effect, helping balance his temperament against the rages deep inside of him.

"You must mean in some other way other than physical." Darts says finally, after a second of musing. "You must mean spiritual, for it is true I don't mirror my 'benefactor' in spirit or in temperament. Who are you, Kain, and why do I get the same feeling from you that I do from the Distortion World?"  

[glitchedmirrors]

A rather disgruntled looking Lynnette would come walking into the room where it seemed a few people had gathered. Normally quite classy, it seemed that Lynnette had not bothered to change out of her pj's, which consisted of a large purple t-shirt and fuzzy, black pajama bottoms. Her black and purple streaked hair was rather disheveled, and there were dark circles under the girl's green eyes. It was pretty obvious the girl hadn't gotten much sleep. And if one were to wonder why, they would quickly see and hear the reason. Lynnette sat down upon a stool that was close to the others, hoping maybe if there were other people around that... Pitch let out another out of tune note that sounded a lot more like shrieking than what the Noibat was actually trying to do. Lynnette groaned, resting her head against the counter in front of her. Pitch was sitting on her head, happily letting out more of its 'singing', or at least, that's what Lynnette assumed it was trying to do. "I apologize for the noise everyone. Pitch stole and hid her Pokeball on me and refuses to shut up," Lynnette finally said to no one in particular, a hint of exasperation in her voice. She mostly had said it just so that no one would look at her like she was crazy for not shutting up her Pokemon. She had tried, really she had. Needless to say, Lynnette was kept awake all night.  

[KomradeKarina]

Kain's eyes Narrow. Focus come to view to see the true form of Darts. "you did that didn't you?" Kain said quietly aloud, just so the Dreary god could hear it, "oh what You don't like my little Illusion? I thought seeing him as a rotting corpse would of been better, no?" "your an a**". Ceasing talking to himself, Kain turn back to Darts, reading his curiosity like a book. "pardon me some fool had placed a trick on me and Decided you would look like a corpse to me and only me apparently. You're true form is much more appealing to the eye. Though you are right your Spirit reeks nothing of him." Kain feeling a large spike gently placed on his arm, "oh yes you a Name?, hmm a name. I'm not certain. hey everyone Why don't we all think of something for this little guy. Sub would know what to name it in a heart beat probably.". With a little smile the Cacnea lets out a joyful Craw.  

[Atlantis_Darts]

Extremelictor

Kain's eyes Narrow. Focus come to view to see the true form of Darts. "you did that didn't you?" Kain said quietly aloud, just so the Dreary god could hear it, "oh what You don't like my little Illusion? I thought seeing him as a rotting corpse would of been better, no?" "your an a**". Ceasing talking to himself, Kain turn back to Darts, reading his curiosity like a book. "pardon me some fool had placed a trick on me and Decided you would look like a corpse to me and only me apparently. You're true form is much more appealing to the eye. Though you are right your Spirit reeks nothing of him." Kain feeling a large spike gently placed on his arm, "oh yes you a Name?, hmm a name. I'm not certain. hey everyone Why don't we all think of something for this little guy. Sub would know what to name it in a heart beat probably.". With a little smile the Cacnea lets out a joyful Craw.

Darts' own eyes narrow under his crest. "What connection do you have to Giratina, and what he did to me?" He asks. Ever since being put in this form, he had no opportunity to talk to the god who had done this to him, even to fully ask the question 'why me?'. This seemed like a good opportunity to get some answers.  

[Kasumi of Vientown]

SubonicXP

Sub was now in his office on floor B1. He took a fancy to Darts's idea, and was now plotting a few things to see it through.

Kasumi came ouut of her room having settled on a new group of Pokemon to take with her today. She selected some less experienced Pokemon that needed the training: her Chansey, Riolu, shiny Totodile, Magikarp, Mareep, and Elekid.

Ren, similarly, emerged from his room with a different line-up of Pokemon: her Chansey, shiny Riolu, Wynaut, Pansage, Magby, and Grovyle.. They met in the hall and headed to the main area to see if there would be any missions tonight.  

[KomradeKarina]

"Asking me such a question. I if I knew why I was connected it would be easier to answer. When I was born I had Snow white hair and beautiful purple eyes. then Giritina Came to me, on the day I was born my Hair turned Raven black and my eyes a blood red. Then later in life I saw true chaos, on the bike bridge last year. I heard a voice and I repeated it. Trying to call to Giritina and Darkri. After a storm of weird energy flowing through me I passed out. Sense then I am able to hear the dark god himself. Though why you are so mutated as such I know not. He does say you ruined something, a day I'm certain of but what day it was, I have no Idea. What did you do even?" Kain continued. He awaits for some else to enter and help him name his new Pokemon but so far no ones has looked his way. A shame, Kain just thinks in his head what to name the little Cacnea.  

[Isaac Hawking]

Isaac exited his room, rubbing his bleary eyes, trying to remove the last vestiges of sleep from himself. He had not slept well; the thought of being forced to endure the presence of monarchy had not been conducive to a restful night of sleep. He kept having a nightmare where he found himself in the king's throne room, chained up, slowly being driven insane by a senile old coot of a monarch who never stopped talking. Ever.

He decided he wouldn't mention this to the rest of the Team. In hindsight, the premise seemed silly in the extreme, even though he had been woken up repeatedly over the night thanks to that dream. Shaking his head, trying to banish the thoughts that had plagued his overnight, he focused on getting something to eat. Deciding on bacon, he wandered in the general direction on the kitchen.

As he sit down to enjoy his freshly fried bacon, he began working on a new plan for the team. One that would not involve him having to endure an eternity of boredom at the behest of an old man who didn't understand the meaning of 'SHUT UP FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS BLOODY HOLY!!!!'  

[Kasumi of Vientown]

Having returned from the mission to rescue a certain VIP from the local police, Ren and Kasumi took their Pokemon in for a check-up, just to be safe, then they returned to their rooms and got a couple hours of rest before returning to the main area and trying out some of the video games.