>>915134
>>Inspect myself and wait for the human to make the first move.

Looks like it's you and me for now. Vote called.

>>915143
I figure when America wakes up in a few hours there'll be plenty of people posting here.

>>915134
>Inspect myself and wait for the human to make the first move.

Asiafag here

>>915134
Smash the system
Crush the puny human minds

>>915145
Here's hoping.

Turning my focus inwards, I get a feeling for how I'm doing.

I'm floating in some kind of gel, probably meant to encourage growth. I sweep my arm slowly through the gel and enounter a slight resistance but nothing major, until one of the tubes sticking in my arm pulls tight as it catches on my elbow. There is a slight pain as the skin around it is pulled tight. A quick thought and a purple glow surrounds the tube as it unhooks itself from my elbow. The pain vanishes.

Bringing my arm up to my face, I see a slight motion in one of the tubes as a pale liquid is slowly pumped into me. On a whim I halt the flow of liquid in the tube. I don't feel any difference, so I restore the flow and continue my inspection. Giving my legs a twitch, I uncurl and feel a slight stretching as unused muscles make their first moves. As I attempt to stand up, I bump against the glass surrounding me.

A look over reveals that the man has moved over to one of the machines and is frantically pushing buttons and reading dials. The machine is still beeping away frantically as he does so. The liquid being pumped into me slowly changes colour to a pale blue and I feel a pull back to sleep despite all the new sensations.

>Sucumb to the call of sleep.
>Halt the liquid in the tubes.
>Attempt to contact the human.
>Break out of the incubator.

>>915154
I'm a NZ fag myself.

>>915156
You'll get your chance if you want it.

>>915157
>Halt the liquid in the tubes.
>Attempt to contact the human.

Supporting >>915160

>>915158
Sweet, a QM in the same hemisphere!

>>915166
No problem. The southern hemishphere rocks.

Vote(s!) called.

Reasoning that the liquid has something to do with my sudden sleepiness, I halt all the liquid in the tubes. Doing so causes the machine to start beeping faster.

The man swears again and pushes a slider all the way up and it almost takes effort to keep the liquid halted. The man keeps swearing and starts reaching for another slider.

Before he can further increase the flow, I gently put one hand on the glass and reach out with my mind. The man stops, swears and clutches his head.

I give the glass a gentle tap and marvel at the feeling of impact. My reverie is cut short as the man says "You're awake already. The boss won't be happy with that. Any chance I could convince you to go back to sleep?" He seems a lot calmer now for some reason.

I attempt to speak back but all I get is a mouthful of gel, so I shake my head instead.

"Worth a try. I guess introductions are in order then. I'm Admin Grant and you are Mewtwo, the results of years of experimentation." The man lets out a laugh and says "I saw this going differently in my head. Anyway. Welcome to Team Rocket. We'll take good care of you."

The lab door slides open with a hiss and a haggard man in a lab coat staggers in. "Can you believe the nerve? The nurse refused to treat me, saying that there's nothing wrong with me for the third time this week."

Grant says "That's not important right now, Mewtwo is awake."

The scientist stands bolt upright and attempts to straighten his lab coat. "Wonderful. We should begin tests right away."

He reaches out and stacks a few thick books on the table, then asks. "Grant, can you get it to try and lift these books? It should have some measure of psychokinetic ability."

Grant looks at you and shrugs.

>Lift the books.
>Don't lift the books.
>Throw them in the scientist's face.

>>915196
>>Lift the books
then float them over towards your tank and try to read the books.

>>915196
>Lift the books.
But try to signal or communicate to the scientist that we can understand humie.

>>915200
seconded

Votes called.
Writing about some reading.

The books pose no problem as with a simple mental flick, I lift them and then, on a whim I pull them over and turn a few pages.The fists book is proudly titled 'Where's my Miltank?' and is disappointingly full of pictures. The second book appears to be for simple entertainment and poses little challenge. The third book is about something called Advanced Poképhysics, and for the first time I find something challenging. At first I don't understand half of the words, but as I work through it the book becomes easier. Before I start on the fourth book, an idea occurs to me.

Taking the stack of books, I start spelling out words with them. I then slowly spell out "I can understand you" in midair. At first I'm met with a blank stare, but when I'm finished the scientist's jaw drops.

"Amazing! Absolutely Astounding! Such a display of intelligence right after waking up. Grant, go fetch me something to write on. Immediately!"

Grant then dashes out the room to fetch the requested item, as the Scientist grins madly. "This calls for more tests" he cries, before heading over to the machine Grant was at. "Let's try it again with the Psy-supressor at 15%."

This time it takes a little more effort, but I manage to keep reading. As I do so he slides the supressor up more and more. By the time it feels difficult, the supressor is up to 40%. At 65% I have to really focus. By the time I reach 80%, I end up having to focus so hard on the books that I forget to keep the sleepy fluid away. All of a sudden, the world goes black. As I pass out, I notice that the machine has stopped beeping.

>It's 4am where I am, so I'm going to go to sleep now. I'll be back in 4-6 hours with an update with a vote. Thoughts so far? Comments? Things you'd like to see?

>>915238
you have me enough to vote within the first 2 posts, and that's more than what can be said for most quests.

I guess I just want to know how seriously/strictly you'll adhere to elemental typing. If you're going to portray it as something that's SUPPOSED to make sense, and whatnot.

>>915238
You're doing pretty good so far. I only gotta ask, are we operating on game canon or show canon?

>>915238
so when we finally start exploring the world, are you going to include all the generations of pokemon or just going to keep in a single generation to keep things simple. Will we be able to mega evolve at some point, and how afraid should we be of the random 10 year old with a master ball?

>>915537
But anon, this isn't Dragonball Quest.

>>915542
Posted in the wrong thread.

>>915548
It's fine. That pic works well with most quests anyways.

I have awoken, time to start writing.

>>915305
I'm gonna include all generations, but mainly use the 1st. You are going to have to earn that mega evolution and there will be no random 10 year old with the master ball.

>>915273
Neither completely. Your future is whatever you want it to be. I'll be using mostly game canon, as that's what I'm most familiar with. (Although I'll tone down some of the more rediculous pokedex entries.)

>>915251
I'll stick to the elemental typing, but you'll have a little bit of leeway. For example, using psychic power to throw rocks would be a rock move, not a psychic one.

I awake to a clapping noise and open my eyes to see a man in an orange suit looking at me. A smug looking feline stands at his side, purring loudly. He says "Hello Mewtwo, It's an honour to finally meet you. I am Giovanni and this is Persian. I have provided this whiteboard and marker so that we may communicate more efficiently."

I write "Hello" back and wait for him to continue.

He says "We designed you as an experiment to create the worlds strongest pokemon. It is my hope that we can work together to help realise your true potential. With your permission, we will begin a number of tests to measure your current abilities."

I nod in assent.

"Excellent. I'll leave you in the hands of the lovely Doctor then."

As he says that, the door opens with a hiss and the doctor from before steps in.

"I've set the psy-supressor to 40% so we can get a rough idea of your current ability without destroying the lab. Your first task is to compress this cube of ice, so it can fit in this cup. Once you have done that, we'll move onto harder materials."

The ice proves little challenge, as does the cubes of rock and metal.

The scientist exclaims "Excellent! Now could you push on this metal plate as hard as you can?" He points to a large device next to one wall.

I gather up my thoughts and give the plate a shove. A screen next to it shows some numbers that keep spiralling upwards. With a groan, the device tears off its holder and slams into the wall. Curious as to how strong I actually am, I keep pushing, until a crunching sound from within the wall prompts Giovanni to shout "Stop! Stop!"

"No, keep going!" The doctor yells "We must finish the experiments!"

>Stop.
>Keep pushing.

>>915953
>Keep pushing.

>>915953
>>Keep pushing.

>>915953
>>Keep pushing.

Votes called. Writing.

>>916171
op, you still with us?

Curious as to how strong I actually am, I continue pushing at the plate until the wall behind it gives way with the screeching of contorting metal.

Sparks spray from the new hole in the wall and the lights flicker ominously before dying.

"What did you think would happen? yells Giovanni in the darkness. "Further testing is prohibited until power is restored."

"But Sir-"

"No." Giovanni snaps. "We've proved that Mewtwo possesses exceptional offensive power. You can test it's defensive capabilities in the morning."

With that the two of them leave, leaving me alone and conscious for the first time.

To pass the time, I locate one of the folders that was lying around the lab and begin pulling it towards my casing, the title; 'Project Ultimate: Summary' softly illuminated by psychic power.

I stop when I hear a series of footsteps coming along the darkened corridor outside my lab.

A man in a janitors outfit slinks into the room illuminated by the sparking wires and immediately something seems off about him, as if he belonged in a trench coat, rather than his current attire.

I have a few seconds as he fumbled for a torch.

>Pretend to be asleep and observe him.
>Get his attention and talk.
>Ignore him and start reading the files.
>Eject him from the premises.

>>918700
....how can we read if the lights are out?
>Crush the torch before he can turn it on
>Keep reading as he fumbles around
I'm guessing the whole sudden light thing would interrupt reading, if our eyes are that adjusted to the darkness.

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>>918713
Lifting things with psychic powers causes a faint purple glow. Our eyes are pretty adjusted to the darkness.

>>918700
>>Pretend to be asleep and observe him.

I'll give things 5 more minutes before calling votes. If they are still tied, I'll flip a coin.

>>918700
>>Pretend to be asleep and observe him.

>>918749
Thanks for tiebreaking.

Writing.

>>918750
Thank you for coming back.

Observing has done me good so far, so I wait silently and watch what the new visitor does. I have to close my eyes against the glare of his torch as he turns it on, and leave them mostly closed to create the illusion of sleeping.

The man sees the file I was attempting to read and picks it up off the floor, dusts it off and begins to flick through. Once he's finished reading it, he pulls out a small device and takes some pictures.

The man then sweeps his torch around the room and gasps when his torch illuminates my incubator. I almost have to force my eyes even further closed as the beam travels up my body and rests on my face for an uncomfortably long time. Thankfully he moves the beam away from my face before I get too annoyed.

Not satisfied with his inspection, the man moves around behind my incubator, where I can't see without turning around and makes some scuffing noises around the base of my tank.

He then moves off towards the computer that controls my incubator and as he starts typing away at the keyboard, I start to worry about what he might be doing there.

>Ask him what he's doing.
>Take advantage of him being distracted to investigate what he was doing behind me.
>Force him off that computer
>Attempt to disable the incubator controls without breaking the machine. (Roll 1d100-20)

>A note on dice: I'll use dice when actions with an uncertain outcome are chosen. The system I'll use is d100, best of 3, with modifiers. A nat 100 is a crit success, results over 100 will have additional degrees of success. A result of 0 or less (After modifiers) will result in a critfail.

>>918768

>Ask him what he's doing.

>>918768
>Ask him what he's doing.

>>918768
>>Ask him what he's doing.

Votes called. Writing.

Before he can continue messing with the settings, I tap on the glass to get his attention. His torch clatters to the ground and goes out as he slowly turns around. I lift my board and write on it 'What are you doing?'

He tells me "I was cleaning the corridor and was curious as to what caused the powercut."

I write 'False. What were you really doing?'

"I heard rumours that Giovanni was working on something big and wanted to know what it was. The files lying around are interesting, but the real information is on that machine. Isn't it interesting how even though the power is out that computer still works? It makes you think, doesn't it?"

'What do you mean?'

"Why would they go to all the effort of installing backup power only to the machine and not anything else? What does it do?"

'You ask a lot of questions for a Janitor.'

"You talk a lot for a supposed ultimate weapon. How about we cut a deal? You let me in and don't tell anyone else about me, and I give you information about yourself that Giovanni doesn't want you to know? I'll even disable one of those failsafes they installed."

>Deal, disable the supressor.
>Deal, disable the sedatives.
>Deal, disable the alarm system.
>Negotiate further.
>No deal, kick him out.
>No deal, trap him in here.

>I'm about to fall asleep now, I'll resume the thread in ~8 hours

>>918803
>Deal, disable the supressor.
To Hell with being cooped up in a tube all day.

>>918803
>>Deal, disable the supressor.

>>918803
>>Deal, disable the supressor.
learning is fun

>>918803
>>Deal, disable the supressor.
I wonder how long it'll take them to notice.

>>918877
I assume we're gonna be doing the whole shock and awe thing long before they check

I'm back. Writing.

I write 'Deal. I'd like it if you could disable the supressor.'

To my suprise the man moves away from the computer and presses a hand against the glass of my incubator. Sensing my confusion he elaborates. "Normally I'd shake your hand, but this is the closest I can manage."

I press my hand against his through the glass. He then turns back to the machine and resumes typing.

As he types, I look around the darkened lab using a ball of psychic energy for illumination. I suddenly feel a pressure that I wasn't even aware of being lifted and light floods the room as my light flares.

We both wince at the sudden brightness and the man says "They probably detected that, so I'd better be gone now. If you don't want them to know that the supressor is down, you'd better come up with an explanation."

With that, he carefully puts everything back where it was and sneaks back out the room, leaving me alone again. I can sort of feel his presence retreating down the hallway.

Alone in the darkness, I consider my next move.

>Read some of the files lying around the lab.
>Practice using that flash again.
>Focus on my newfound ability to sense presences.
>Attempt to get into some of the locked cabinets around the room and see what's inside. (1d100)

>>920733
>>Focus on my newfound ability to sense presences.
Detect, motherfuckers

>>920733
> read stuff
That janitor didn't even explain stuff like he said he would

>>920733
>>Focus on my newfound ability to sense presences

>>920733
>Practice using that flash again.
tell them it's too dark in here, but making light is hard

>>920733
>Focus on my newfound ability to sense presences

I guess Awake works night shift

Ignoring the files for now in favor of my newfound ability to sense presences, I close my eyes and follow his presence. As I focus further on him I begin to pick up a feeling of urgency and concern from his mind.

I try to pick up more, but a group of presences rushing towards me grabs my attention. I try to open my eyes, but they won't listen and the world fades away...
I'm awoken abruptly by a familiar clapping sound. As my eyes snap open, I see that the lab has been repaired and Giovanni and the scientist are looking directly at me. I can feel pulses of excitement from the scientist, but oddly nothing from Giovanni.

"Today, we are going to be testing your defences." states Giovanni "I'd like to remind you that this is all to make you stronger."

The scientist intones "Beginning defensive testing in 3, 2, 1... Go."

At first I feel nothing, then a slight tingling sensation followed by a jolt of pain arcing through me. I let out a hiss and a crackle of psychic power in disapproval.

"Subject noticed electricity after 4.2 seconds. Proceeding to next test. "

Seeing my expression, Giovanni adds "This is all to make you stronger. The pain is temporary."

The next test has me dispersing balls of shadow as Persian fires them at my tube. Whenever I miss one, it flies straight through the tube and into me, resulting in a stinging pain.

Tests continue throughout the day, although most of them are a lot more tolerable than the first two. As the day winds down, I start to feel an ache in the back of my head.

The last test of the day is a repeat of the first, except it takes 6.4 seconds before I feel the jolt.

Giovanni tells me as he leaves "You've improved dramatically in just one day. I expect even greater results tomorrow."

The scientist adds "At this rate, you'll be ready for physical tests the day after tomorrow."

When they are gone, I halt the sedatives in their tubes and look around the room. There is a note poking out from under one of the machines. Curious, I give it a read.

Since you were asleep when I returned, I left a few files you might be interested in under this machine. The note is signed with a picture of a magnifying glass.

I do another quick check for nearby presences before pulling out the files.

They are titled
Project Ultimate: Containment
Project Ultimate: Staff
Project Ultimate: Timeline

>Start reading Containment
>Start reading Staff
>Start reading Timeline

>>923437
No, I just had a busy day. I do tend to be a bit of a night owl, as well as being in a odd timezone.

>>923535
>Start reading Timeline
Have to decide wether to test them right back tomorrow or to go along with it for a while.
No tears, Giovanni. This is just to make you stronger.

>>923535
>>Start reading Containment

>>923537
huh, well I do work a graveyard shift and the hours you seem to be active kinda match up with my hours when I'm not sleeping or working so I just kinda assumed.

>>923545
On my end its more bad habits than anything else.
I'm curious though, what does working a graveyard shift do to your sleep schedule?

Also I'll give things another 20mins before calling votes.

>>923567
just that you usually sleep through the day since you work all night. Unless I have things to do I normally don't get out of bed till 5 or 6 in the afternoon. Granted I normally don't go to bed until 9 or 10 in the morning but still.

>>923567
also if no one else votes I'm willing to change mine from containment to timeline just to keep things moving.

>>923578
Thanks. Called and writing.

>>923578
Good, because in not budging.

I decide to start with the one titled Timeline.

The contents of this file are for top level rocket staff only. If you are caught reading this, your pokèmon will be confiscated and your body hidden. Continue at your own risk.

Ignoring the threat, I continue reading.

January 20xx: Project Ultimate is envisioned by Giovanni. 149 DNA samples are gathered.

Feburary: All but 2 are deemed unsuitable. Only Dragonite and Gyarados are considered for further testing.

April: DNA alteration unsucessful. Project Ultimate is put on hold.

May: Giovanni reboots project. Eevee and Ditto DNA considered for ease of alteration.

July: First sucessful DNA alteration done on experiment #7. Ditto DNA spliced with a meowth.

August: Ditto DNA has morphed into host DNA. All hopes now rest with Eevee.

September: Eevee DNA proves too unstable. Project put on hold.

January 21xx: Giovanni reboots project again with a DNA sample from an unknown pokèmon. Similarities to Ditto DNA raise concerns.

Feburary: Segments of DNA from Sample X are found in many previous samples. Team reprimanded for getting distracted.

April: Cloning of sample X partially successful. Minor changes occur. Development of special Pokèball begins.

May: Clone DNA continues to mutate. Failsafes developed in case of issues. Pokeball development stalling.

June: Clone called Mewtwo after mythical ancestor of all pokemon. Mewtwo starts showing signs of psychic capabilities.

July: Capabilites continue to grow, current measuring device broken. Ball development at 75%. Team complaining about randomly occuring migranes.

August: Incubation complete. Mewtwo woke up and displayed startling intelligence. Testing begins. Ball estimated to be completed by the end of the month. Mewtwo to be kept in incubator until ball is complete for monitoring reasons.


Before I start reading the next file I detect the janitor's presence approaching. Shoving the files under the machine, I wait for him to arrive.


He nods to me as he enters the lab and says "I see you find my notes then. Judging from how you look, I'd say that todays tests were particularly rough. I can only assume that you are planning to escape at some point."

I give him a nod back.

"Can I ask you to hold on for a few days more? That will give me time to disable the alarm systems and finish gathering the information I need."

I consider his proposal.

>Deal, I can wait two days if it means no alarm will be raised.
>Deal, but you only get one day.
>No deal, I'm escaping now.

>>923612
>>Deal, I can wait two days if it means no alarm will be raised.
ask what he knows about this special "pokeball" and what it's purpose is?

>>923612
>Deal, but you only get one day.

>>923612
>Deal, I can wait two days if it means no alarm will be raised.
>Ask him as to why he is risking himself to release me

>>923612
How big is mewtwo at this point?

>>923620
Fully grown.

I'll give the vote 5 more minutes before calling.

>>923632
>Deal, I can wait two days if it means no alarm will be raised.

Votes called. Writing.

>>923637
You weren't kidding about being a night owl. What is it, 2am where you are?

I write; I'll wait for the two days you need. I just have two questions. Why are you risking yourself to help me escape, and do you know anything about the pokeball they are developing?

The man replies "I'm helping you because I need hard evidence against team Rocket that can't be ignored. The evidence is all in this room, and I'd have a hard time snooping around if you didn't want me to. As for the pokeball, I've heard rumors that its being developed in another facility somewhere, one with the machinery required to produce them in large numbers. A colleague of mine is looking for it as we speak."

The man then heads over to the main console and begins typing. Using my new skill I do a mental sweep for other presences, and tell him that there's nobody around.

As he types away, I pull out the containment file and give it a read.

Inside is a printout of an email chain, and some technical drawings.

The first email reads;
To: Boss
From: Facility admin

I regret to inform you that the black market for pokeball parts has completely dried up. This has caused a major delay in development. I assure you that the ball will be ready before the main branch of Project Ultimate is finished.

The second email was sent a week later and reads;
To: Facility Admin
From: Boss

What have you guys been doing? I've had no progress updates and you are attracting enough heat that you are going to have to move to another facility for a while. In anticipation of the delays this causes, I'd like to have a few failsafes installed. Seeing as you have all my best scientists working on this project, I'm sure you can come up with something.

The third email is addressed to 'Boss'
I have attached plans for a psy-supressor, a sedative add-on for the incubator and I'd reccommend installing a good alarm system in case everything goes wrong.

The email continues on about where the sensors are to be placed. Where the alarms should be placed and whatnot.

By the time I've understood the blueprints, the janitor has finished with the machine and started to leave. Before he does, he says "I've turned the sensitivity right down on their sensors for the rest of the night, so you can practice some tricks without Giovanni knowing."

>Read the file on Project Ultimate: Staff
>Practice detecting presences more.
>Practice fine control of objects.

>I'm falling asleep again, so I'm going to have to pause here. I'm busy tomorrow, so the next update will be in ~18 hours.

>>923638
Currently 3:35am.

>>923675
Well I was close at least. You have a good rest.
>>923674
>Practice fine control of objects.

>>923674
>Read the file on Project Ultimate: Staff
what are they equipped with to deal with psy creatures?

>>923674
>Practice fine control of objects.

>>923674
> practice fine control of objects
I wanna be able to target a fly on a dog's ass at thirty feet.

>>923674
>Practice fine control of objects.

>>923674
>Practice fine control of objects
While I'm convinced the janitor is working against the people holding us, I imagine the people he himself is working for aren't the sort to let us run free if they can reasonably do something about it. Then again, as the scientist demonstrated, even logical humans aren't acting completely predictably.

Still, it's best to practice abilities that'll let us escape just in case he gets orders to keep us trapped or something.

bumpity

soon...

>>927826
it's almost been 18 hours

>>927840
It'll be about 15-17 more minutes.

FUUUUU- I was planning to make almost this exact quest! Ah well, slow on the draw.

I'll just follow it, then, I guess.

>>923674
>Read the file on Project Ultimate: Staff

I'm back. Writing.

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>>927961
Welcome back

Deciding to use the opportunity I've been given, I look around for something to practice detailed work with. A small pile of rubble in the corner from when I broke the wall seems as good a choice as any. I start by picking up a lump the size of the pen I write with and attempt to make the same writing motions. The lump displays some resistance to my powers, but yeilds after a little effort.

As an experiment I attempt to break the lump in half, but it disintergrates instead, turning into a ball of grey powder with golden specks that escape my grasp and float to the floor.

When I attempt to split the ball in two, the majority of the powder starts floating to the ground through the gap in my telekinetic power. When I attempt to gather the falling dust, I drop the rest. When I give the dust a shove upwards it creates a billowing cloud, rather than the orb I wanted. Frustrated, I shunt some power at the cloud and watch in fascination as it begins to swirl rapidly.

Taking care to think of the cloud as a single object, I gently nudge it towards the wall. A few flecks of paint are scoured off the wall and join the swirling mass. I then compress the cloud and the swirling stops as it forms a perfect orb. When I let go the dust starts floating gently to the ground.

I then attempt to gather the dust back together, but I can't seem to suceed as I repeatedly fail to apply a small enough force. I feel that each time I try, I get that little bit closer, but I quickly grow tired and I eventually stop being able to hold the sedatives back and they flood into me via the tubes sticking into me.


I'm awakened again by a familiar clapping and see the Doctor and Giovanni looking expectantly at me, like they did before testing yesterday.

Giovanni says "Seeing as you did so well yesterday, I'm giving you a choice of tests today. We can either test your reactions or your moves. Just remember that these tests also double as training and you'll grow even stronger from them."

>Test moves
>Test reactions

>MOVE AQUIRED: Sandstorm.
You can turn a pile of dust into a ferocious sandstorm that damages everything it touches and hinders visibility. As long as you are actively focusing on it, you can slowly move it and shape it. While controlling it you are immune to its damage.

>>927995
>>Test reactions

>>927995
>>Test reactions

>>927995
>Test moves

>>927967
Its good to be back. Thanks for the bump earlier.

>>927925
If it's any consolation I'd follow the hell out of a Mewtwo quest. I almost let you guys choose from a few different legendaries (Mewtwo, Lati@s, Deoxys, UB 1-3.) , but decided I'd rather just write Mewtwo as it gives me more options after the breakout.

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>>928010
No problem. Anything to keep one of the few quests I actually find interesting afloat.

Votes called for reactions.

>>928018
For some reason, you remind me of one of my RL friends. You wouldn't happen to have a giant sloberry labradoodle would you? Feel free to ignore this question if its too personal.

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>>928029
I live in the greatest country on Earth and my dog is only of medium size, but she is a jackass.

I tell Giovanni that I'd rather test reactions today.

He says "Alright. Come on in Persian."

The cat struts in with the smuggest look on its face. I'm starting to dislike the sight of it.

The scientist intones "Beginning reaction test #1. You will attempt to stick this tag on Persian who will attempt to avoid it. 3,2,1, Begin."

I lift the tag and attempt to slam it into Persian, who steps gently out of the way and licks its paw tauntingly. I try again and get the same result, but when Persian goes for another taunt I swing the tag at it, causing it to yelp and jump out the way. The indignant look I get is priceless until it fires a shadow ball at me. I barely stop the ball from hitting me and disperse it as I make the tag chase Persian around the room. Every so often, it'll fire a shadow ball at me and I have to slow down to block it. Eventually it makes a mistake and slows down to fire a shadow ball at the wrong time, resulting in me clipping its back leg with the tag, sending it tumbling.

Giovanni says "That's enough going easy. Persian, use Agility." Persian flickers for a second and then rips off the tag before moving twice as fast. I'm immediately assaulted by a barrage of Shadow balls. For each one I block, two more hit me. When Persian fires another wave, I catch one and hold it in the air as an idea forms. Using it to block the other balls, I slip the tag inside the ball in the chaos and launch it back when the barrage ends.

Persian just gives me another smug look and doesn't even try to dodge as the ball hits it and disperses, leaving a the tag clearly stuck to its side. It hisses at me and its claws clack against the metal floor, leaving shadowy clawprints behind as it advances.

"Enough!" Snaps Giovanni and Persian slinks out of the room. "Begin the second test."

The second test involves a game where I'm instructed to crush any cards not displaying a team rocket member before they hit the floor.

Giovanni then begins throwing cards into the air 2-3 at a time. When that proves too easy, he moves to entire handfuls at once and I get zapped whenever I crush the wrong card.

Thankfully the rest of the tests are relatively easy and I manage to avoid getting zapped for the rest of the day. Not seeing Persian for the rest of the day also helps.


"Your reactions have improved by 5.6% over todays training" intones the scientist as we wrap things up.

I wait for 15 minutes after the scientists presence leaves before checking back under the machine for files. I pull four files out and promptly put the two I've read back.

>Read Project Ultimate: Staff.
>Read Project Ultimate: Projected capabilities
>Try detecting presences again.
>Continue practicing fine control.

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>>928033
>Greatest country on earth.

>>928106
>Read Project Ultimate: Staff.

>>928106
>>Read Project Ultimate: Projected capabilities

>>928110
of all the things they could have picked for a picture, they chose a kiwi?

We appear to have hit autosage. I've archived the thread, and will continue to use the current thread until I start a new one tomorrow.

I'll call votes in 20 min.

>>928133
Unfortunately its a national icon. I'd prefer it if they used a Kea, but not many people know what one is or looks like.

>>928106
>>Read Project Ultimate: Staff.

Votes called. Writing.

I open up the file titled Project Ultimate: Staff and begin reading. I skip past the usual warning, wondering if it actually dissuades anyone or encorages them instead.

Staff roster for project Ultimate:

Project lead: Giovanni, our glorious leader.

Head researcher: Professor Pine (Retired). A travelling pokemon professor studying the origins of pokemon. He left after the project was put on hold for the first time and doesn't know the true aim of the project. Current location unknown.

Research aide: Doctor Jack Supple. A junior doctor looking to make a name for himself. Hates being reminded of his place. Prone to poor judgement when excited.

Logistics officer: Admin Grant. A grunt who worked his way up the rocket heirachy. An exceptionally strong trainer but prone to attacks of morality.

General Labor: Grunt squad B. (Squad E added after subject broke the lab.) Our most trustworthy squads. Any rocket members involved are not to leave Rocket base until after project is complete.

Rocket Ball sub-team leader: Admin Wolt. One of the oldest Rocket admins. Used to work at Sylph co.

Rocket Ball head researcher: Scientist Anna. A student Giovanni scouted and paid for tuition. Currently loyal but untested. Slow exposure to Rocket activities reccomended.


With a snap, I finish the file and search for the mix of concern and worry I've come to associate with the faux janitor, but cannot find him. A few more minutes tick by and I still can't feel him. I begin to worry about whether he's been caught.

> Expand the mental search. (1d100)
> Read the final file while I wait.
> Practice quicker psychic movements.

Last update for tonight. The next update should be in ~8 hours in a new thread.

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>928258
>Expand the mental search. (1d100)
worried!

>>928258
>> Practice quicker psychic movements.
Guy's gone for now. Hope he did his job.

>>928258
>Practice quicker psychic movements.
he probly went to steal the incomplete master ball to use on mewtwo

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>928258
>Expand the mental search
Realize that if this guy gets caught they're going to know that we knew about him and his goals and that we didn't tell them.

>>928501
Fug, someone give us a third roll for the best of 3.

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>928264
>>928501

>>928658
Perfect Detect attained.

>>928658
Expand the search ideed.

>>928265
Switching to
> Expand the mental search. (1d100)
because fuck yeah nat100

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>>928010
Nah, maybe some day, but I would neither want to retread your ground nor step on your toes. It's not such a big deal anyway, since your quest is actually interesting and well-written.

>>928258
>>928658
> Expand the living hell out of the mental search

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>>928658
>100
>we feel the cosmos

New thread up.