Interest is Sparked (Mod)

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And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore

I'VE LEARNED TO LIVE HALF ALIVE

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] It didn't really matter, he supposed, where he started looking for pokemon. This place was as good as any other. As a fire type gijinka, maybe it would have been nice to have a fire type pokemon to start with. On the other hand, something of another kind might be nice, since he already was a fire type himself. Whatever it was, he could always test his skills battling it. He figured he'd know what kind he wanted to catch when he came across it. With so many types and kinds, it would be up to him to choose, finally, his team of six. He had tried his best to never allow anyone to suspect he might be different in any way. The fact that his first foster parents had officially ruined something else in his life besides his outlook on life was not lost on him. Illegal gijinka, those who got their DNA on the black market, were sought after by Epispect. He had not asked for this, and he had not let anyone know he had it. Truth be told, he never had the virus, and if he could go back, he probably wouldn't have wanted the transfusion. Yet that was hard to be certain on. How much did it have to do with who he was now? He didn't know the exact procedure for getting your first pokemon. He didn't dare find out. He'd gotten his pokedex and starter kit and then slipped out before they'd even had a chance to offer him one. He was afraid that the pokemon themselves might know gijinka, and what if he was asked about it? Wariness was necessary. It had kept him safe, and alive. His hair color was unusual, true. The DNA he'd gotten, had turned out to be what they called 'shiny'. Stupid name, but it was what it was. A rarer kind of DNA, and that of a fire pokemon, Ninetales. He could lie and say he dyed his hair. It was unbelievably silvery-white, sometimes with a bluish sort of tinge in the light. He could lie and say he wore contacts of violet, or that he was born this way. It still made him antsy. Though some were, many weren't. Now as he wandered through the plant, he wondered what his life would have been like if he hadn't had the DNA transfer. He'd feel safer, certainly. Plus he'd not be here, hunting for a pokemon to battle all on his own, because he had run off before getting a starter. He wasn't sure gijinka were even allowed them, legal or not. He hadn't bothered to find out. His eyes were peeled for any sign of movement. He wanted to get his first pokemon. He might not have known what he wanted, but he wanted one. He could either keep it or trade it or whatever. But he would eventually have to choose a team out of over six hundred kinds. That was daunting, but inevitable. That team would perhaps see him as a Master trainer one day. He wanted to do something, make something of himself. Whether this was it he wasn't sure, but it was something. Something was better than nothing. After he got some pokemon, then what? He had heard rumors of a group of people offering protection to gijinka. Illegal ones, like him. The idea of going to work for Epispect had occurred to him, too. It wasn't his fault that he'd been unwillingly given the DNA. Maybe they would believe him, but at what cost? If they didn't care? Well, he had heard the stories. Dead or alive, they took that DNA back...not a thought he wanted to think on. He was walking carefully, because he had no idea who else, or what else, was here. Pokemon, surely. What kind, or what level of evolution? Unknown. He didn't want to tick off the wrong one, though. Plus, what if other people had the same idea? He might run into someone he didn't want to. So he was careful, and observant, wondering what kind of pokemon he'd spot first.

CREDITS;; Ryuujin ★ TAGGED;; Mod ★ WORDS;; 687

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WILD MEOWTH APPEARED!

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IT IS SHINY!
Meowth || Male || Technician || Normal || Level 6
Scratch || Growl || Bite

Perhaps the most attractive feature of the power plant was the abundance of warm, humming electrical equipment the immense structure contained, providing plenty of toasty places for a feline to nap away the day while waiting on night to fall. Fairly safe, too, at least more so than the world outside the plant’s thick concrete walls. That was precisely why one particular Meowth liked it here so much: there were fewer big, territorial Pokémon around to hide from, which meant he could sleep in comfort without worrying about being attacked, which was always a plus. Sneaking past the guards to get in here had to have been one of the best choices he’d ever made. Sure, getting himself captured might have provided him with an equally safe life, but considering his “condition” it was likely that he would just end up shuffled from trainer to trainer for money, or used as breeding stock and nothing more.

Just thinking about it annoyed him; sure, he loved money - the way it sparkled and shone in the light! - but if he was going to have to settle down for good he wanted it to be somewhere he could be comfortable, somewhere he would be appreciated. And while he did not know any other Pokémon in this place well enough to fulfil the second requirement, at least having a cozy little living space filled the first.

Letting out a content yawn, the Meowth rolled onto his back, a fanged grin lighting up his face while he kneaded the air above him with his paws, more asleep than awake at the moment. True, the cylindrical steel motor-thing he was resting on was hard and made finding a good sleeping position a little difficult at first, but it was heated, and warmed the normal-type even better than a beam of sunlight would. It was nice - more than nice, actually. It was damn near perfect, as was this nap. Or at least it was until the light tread of footsteps pricked at his ears, rousing him rather abruptly.

The interruption was not enough to put the catlike Pokémon in a foul mood; nah, he would just wait until whatever technician was making the rounds left and then curl right back up. That was how it always went - one of the workers would venture into this block, check a few things, and leave as soon as his business was done. Sometimes they would even leave scraps of their lunch behind for the Pokémon there, which was nice, provided that it wasn’t something vegetarian. Nya, I could use a snack. The Meowth thought groggily as it rolled over once more, stretched his body, and sat up. After a quick paw-washing session, his little pink tongue flicking over the pads carefully, he looked up to meow-beg cutely at -

- someone who wasn’t one of the plant employees at all. The Meowth blinked his big, bright eyes in confusion and tilted his whiskered head a the sight of a pale-haired human boy - he was human, right? - exploring the power plant. Well, that wasn’t fair, getting his hopes up like that! The Meowth pouted, a little frown crossing his face before he shook his head, quickly changing his mind as a sudden thought crossed his mind: if this guy was out here exploring, he might have some food on him in case he got hungry! With that in mind, Operation Beg Cutely was back on track, and he hopped down and padded over to the human to rub against his leg in what he hoped was a good enough imitation of how house-Meowth acted when begging for food. “Me~owth meow?”

ooc: Second mod thread for you, second shiny. This is creepy.

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[kyou]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/1zdluvl.jpg); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore,[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: violet; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]I'VE LEARNED TO LIVE HALF ALIVE[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;] It was quiet in here. He could hear the hum of the electrical equipment, gentle and almost soothing. He had sharp ears and eyes, but he wasn't seeing a sign of any pokemon just yet. No matter, though. He knew they were in here. One way or another, he would find some today. He'd been told electric types were frequently seen here. He liked them well enough, but they weren't the only kind reputed to have been seen. Normal types too, and he hoped maybe also fire types were here. He walked lightly enough, not wanting to startle anything. Yet it was hard to tread completely silently around here. Concrete floors didn't make for good sound absorbency. He heard it, then. Like something landing on the concrete, also unable to completely mask its sound. Yet it didn't even sound like it was trying to do so. On the alert, he watched in surprise as a meowth with an unusually bright coat of fur stepped out into the open, and proceeded to saunter up to him like it was the most normal thing in the world to do...then began rubbing against his legs. Whatever he'd been expecting to happen? This wasn't it. He was sure there were some friendly enough pokemon to be found, even without trainers. They did see humans a lot, and probably many interacted with them. But the super-friendly meowth was a welcome surprise. Such a nice coat of fur, too. Maybe it was lonely, or hungry? He had beef jerky, and he had pokemon chow in three different flavors too. One was meat, one vegetable, the other was just a biscuit that appealed to all pokemon. He'd brought it, expecting to capture some pokemon today. He figured meowth might like the meat kind...or perhaps the tuna he had in a can? He would like that for sure, no questions asked. He knew meowth liked fish and cream. Loved, actually. So, he took the can out, and pulled back the tab on the lid, and set it down in front of the feline pokemon. Maybe, if he didn't have a trainer, he would be an option at his first pokemon? It was an idea. He watched it with violet eyes, quiet as he debated. He recognized that it had an unusual coat color. He had a personal interest in unusually colored pokemon...his DNA was from one, after all. "Nice fur," he told it amiably. Then, "what's a friendly pokemon like you doing in a place like this by yourself?" There was a sincere bit of curiosity here. The meowth was almost too friendly. That bothered him some. The problem with being a pokemon who bore a different coloration was that they were often sought after by breeders or people thought there was something exceptional about them, so caught them to sell. Usually, it was breeding. Over breeding, at times, in hope the offspring would bear the same genetic trait. If this meowth was so friendly, someone would find him an easy capture. He'd been fortunate so far, but for how long? A nice pokemon like this deserved a trainer who would care for it for other reasons than its color. "It's not safe to just come up to anyone who comes here," he told it quietly, and then, "you have nice fur, and you don't want someone to catch you and use you for breeding for the rest of your life just because of it," he finished, wondering if it understood. "You're a nice pokemon. You deserve better..." he sighed lightly. It might understand, having seen humans coming in and out of here, and especially with the way it greeted him. But it might not, and then what? Someone would, inevitably, take advantage of this pokemon and catch it and use it to their own ends. [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tags; Cori; awesome roll though! 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[Cori]

WILD MEOWTH APPEARED!

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IT IS SHINY
Meowth || Male || Technician || Normal || Level 6
Scratch || Growl || Bite

Truthfully, revealing himself to the human was a risky choice of action: humans, especially trainers, could capture him for his shiny pelt, which was after all part of why he lived here in the first place. The technicians were fairly neutral toward the Pokémon in the plant, and barely took a second look at him to notice his off-color fur, or if they did, they overlooked it. But what if this boy was like so many other trainers, and decided to catch him for his pelt? Maybe he was getting too lax because of his interactions with the plant workers. The Meowth hoped that he would not soon regret his sleep-influenced decision to follow his stomach and be friendly with the human.

In the end, it looked like he did not have to worry after all; this human was really friendly, it seemed, and even took out a can full of something. The Meowth could feel his mouth watering as Kyou pulled back the lid, the scent of something deliciously fishy hitting his sensitive nostrils. It was fish! Fiiiish! The Meowth hopped around a little as the Ninetales gijinka put the can of tuna on the ground, making appreciative little mewing noises before digging in. Even as he ate, his body vibrated with a hearty purr - it had been a while since he actually had fish! The last time was probably before he took up residence in the plant, although an electrician did offer to give him the last of a tuna sandwich once. He would have taken him up on that offer, if it hadn’t been for the weird-smelling stuff mixed in with the fishy product along with chunks of some kind of vegetable. Yuck. Who would ruin fish with green stuff anyway?

Thanks to living around humans, the little normal-type was pretty good at understanding their meaning, even if he didn’t always know exactly what some of the words meant. He at least knew enough to know what Kyou meant when he complimented his fur, and gave a grateful meow in return. The rest was a little harder to understand, but he got the gist of it, more or less. He was asking something to the effect of why he lived here, and if the Meowth could speak the boy’s language, he probably would have told him that it was because he could nap here in peace, but that probably sounded like a silly reason to a human. But many Meowths were capricious creatures, and he himself was no exception.

When the human warned him about coming up to just anyone in the plant, the Meowth raised his head from the tuna - a few pieces of fish still clinging to his lips - and tilted his head in mild confusion. He knew that there were trainers who only wanted him for his unique coloration, but it was rare to see anybody but the workers in here...except maybe the trainers that snuck in from time to time searching for Pokémon. Was he one of them? Of course he must be, why else would he be here when he obviously did not work here? The Meowth bowed his head now, feeling a little embarrassed. He was not living very carefully, was he, even though he found somewhere to live where humans were less common. He let the thick concrete plant walls lull him into a false sense of security. What if this human hadn’t been nice and had captured him right away instead of talking to him, giving him a snack, and telling him to be more careful because he deserved it? The Meowth nodded, chirruping a little to prove that he was going to be more careful next time, and considered trotting off to find somewhere to hide (and nap). But first, he was kind of curious as to why this human was here. If he was looking for a Pokémon, he must have something specific in mind, since he hadn’t tried to capture him yet.

“Meow meowth?” Whatcha doing here yourself? He asked, despite knowing that the human with the odd-colored hair probably couldn’t understand him, licking the last of the tuna off his lips in between meows.

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