"A year huh? I would have to say 10. yea, 10. I was 12, and it only happened once then, although the fuz was blue." She stopped, thinking about her brother. This was when Rio decided to but in. "The next changed was 5 years ago when I was a riolu and missy here was a kirlia." He scoffed. "She was breaking out of a loony bin."  And he stopped there, as he was hit in the head by levitating rocks. "Rio, that is quite enough." Snapped Vior, and was surprised when Vynessa let it pass.

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sorry for this post being kind of crappy, in a bit of a rush]

"If I had stayed in Carona and had been found out there's no doubt that they would have shipped me off to be a specimen for science." Furret and Skitty's heads popped comically out of the bushes with whimsical expressions on their faces. Umbreon was probably present, but hidden out of sight. "I would play with those two" Terra tilted her head towards Furret and Skitty "In mock battles all the time. We wouldn't use any actual battle moves, but we would see who could land a paw on the other first. Its kind of fun. I doubt Houndoom would let us have an actual battle anyway."  She was a bit more reluctant to be near people that Houndoom didn't like.

Name: Zuko

((I'd like to join if it's not too late. :D))

((Both of you can join!))

Becky turned. The company of the others was beginning to make her uncomfortable. She never used to hang about with many humans before.

"Look, I'm just gonna go for a wander. Scream if you need me." she said, waving a bladed arm. She then shifted back to her half-Bisharp form and walked into the next clearing quietly, with her three Pokemon following her. Once in the next clearing, she sat down. Even Blade the normal Bisharp was shocked when a tear rolled down the side of Becky's face.

"Why can't I ENJOY company of other humans?" she whispered. Another tear welled in her eye but this time Blade caught it on the tip of his bladed arm.

"Sometimes I cry myself to sleep...hoping to make friends one day..." she whispered, then looked apologetically at the two Pawniards and a Bisharp that followed her. "Not that you're not my friends, of course! You're the best friends I've ever had. But...sometimes, I wish for some human friends." Valkyrie looked at Ranger, the shiny Pawniard and then at Blade before turning back to Becky.

"Well, no matter what, we'll always be there for you!" she said, cheerfully.

"Since when can you talk?" Becky asked, surprised. Valkyrie shook her head.

"I'm not speaking the human language. Since you have such a close connection to us, you have developed the ability to understand us!" Valkyrie explained.

Zuko saw a teenage girl who looked like she was half Bisharp.

Becky looked up when Ranger gave a squeal of surprise. She now saw a Jirachi wearing a top hat approaching her.

"Good morning." she said to it, only because she was unsure of what to say to it next. She sighed and looked back down.

"Please don't cry again..." Valkyrie said, kindly.

As a Ninetails Terra was able to sense strong emotion. After Becky left there was a powerful release of sadness in the direction she had headed of to. She also sensed yet another newcomer. The large quantity of people was beginning to make Terra uneasy. She prefers to have a tight circle of close friends, rather than a wide circle of acquaintances. And that was assuming she got along with everybody, and the more people there were the less likely that would be. Not to mention her companions would have issues with it too. For Houdoom, he didn't want to look after more people then those close to him, and he didn't want to be on guard for a bunch of the people surrounding him. Skitty and Furret have the mindset of more potential play mates, but they also knew that there would be a limit on their freedom and they were more likely to irritate somebody and get in trouble. Umbreon was just kind of shy, and it would be difficult for her to deal with a lot of people. Terra shifted uncomfortably, trying to think of what she should do.

Name: Sigra

Name: Seton (Pronounced SEA-tun) Quartz

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance: Blue hair, typically 5'6" and bluish purple eyes. HIDDEN: Has a guitar pick in the shape of a scallop bound on a necklace underneath his shirt.
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Pokemon DNA: Dewott
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Moves: Aqua Jet, Encore, Razor Shell, Aerial Ace

Pokemon Ability: Torrent

History: Born into a family of successful musicians, Seton never really had much freedom as a child. He was always forced to practice an assortment of instruments everyday, from strings to winds. He envied his older brother Edgard, whom he knew would always be better than him no matter how hard he tried. Either way, he held a very close bond with his brother, something that Seton did not have the inclination to have with their parents. By the time he was ten, he was a virtuoso at violin and guitar most especially. But he had long lost his joy in playing them; after all, he was usually forced to practice rather than playing when he wanted to. Not once, however, did he ever disobey his parents. Like any other child, Seton did not want to disappoint his parents.

As the years passed, Seton began to feel strangely out of place. Not because of his unwillingness to follow the path of a musician like his family, but an...odd lurch he would feel in him. For weeks he grew restless and jumpy, something that was not his character at all. One particularly paranoid day he had snapped and shouted at his mother, then his father, causing a heated argument that forever changed the relationship he held with them.

It was on his fourteenth birthday that he discovered he held Pokemon DNA. The only person he trusted in telling was his brother. The trust was well-placed, as Edgard promised to help Seton escape from their home, even creating a plan himself to do so. In the end, when it was time to separate ways, Edgard had given him his favourite guitar pick and left him with the parting words of, "Remember that we're still brothers."

Personality: Despite his somewhat unhappy family life, Seton holds an upbeat and humorous personality, something that he inherited from the countless days he spent in his brother's company. He has a mild and friendly nature that makes him easily approachable. He can be quiet at times, but he is confident whenever he does speak. He could be a bit irritating and stubborn, stemmed from his persistence.

Other: Strangely enough, a young Charmander would follow him around from behind. He would turn around and see the little Pokemon peeking at him from behind trees and other objects. Seton allows it to follow him, however, even if it does not have enough courage to fully approach him.

((Ignore the history, if you wish. It's been a while since I've RP'd, and I needed to get something out.xD))

There more. Why where there more? Couldn't be a coincidence surely? Rio's head snapped between his two female companions. Through a shared link they all looked at each other. "Hey Nine." Gestured Vyn, holding her hand out, not knowing the shifters actual name. "You have senses right? Make anything of this sudden collision? Seems to me that it is more that coincidental, as if something... or someone subliminally brought us here." She looked up at the tree canopy then back to the ninetails. 

"Indeed, I can tell that there are more around here then what we see. One I have spoken to, a vulpix by the name of Michael, he should be near here. Though it feels like there are others, kind of like legendary pokemon. I have been aimlessly wandering for about a week then I ran into Robyn, the others soon after. I thought it might be a natural tendency to find other shapeshifters, but it could be something else. All I have been following so far is my whim. Regardless, this number of people is dangerous. It seems that Becky has run into yet another one. At this size right now we are undoubtably a target. I don't know what will happen if we are captured, but if there is one thing that the connections in my town have taught me, it is not likely to be humane." Houdoom's attitude had changed to that of a sergeant making war plans. Furret and Skitty were unusually serious as well. Those two might be energetic, but they were pretty good at reading the mood. Umbreon was likely to be listening near by. Terra looked up at the red sky tinted by the setting sun " The question is, would they attack by day....or night?"

(Haha.  Michael is standing next to Terra.  Heehee~
I've gotten ninja'd so many times on other sites that now it's sort of funny..)

(( LOL wut? He's been next to me the whole time? XD ))

(( double post sorry))

(Yus. XDD )