OOC: Alrighty then, peoples. I never believed I'd end up doing this considering recent events in my life, but my RPing urges were stronger than I was. So here we go.
So here's how it's going to be. This is an RP set in the Sinnoh region for no good reason other than flashy DS-style graphics and the upcoming release of Platinum. So essentially this is PokéMon Iridium - Not quite Platinum yet but getting there.
We (and by 'We', so far, I mean me and Dwayna. XD) don't really have anything set in stone right now - we're just going to let this develop. While we would appreciate more people in this - please. Only join this thread if you have the time, dedication and skills to deal with it. Get yourself approved via PM before posting, and we won't have to remove your head from your neck with a Rabid Shiny Toxicroak. Mmk?
Edit: Biorhythm is officially member locked. Do NOT make any requests to join. They will not be authorized.
BIC:
Rowan PokéMon Research Facility, Sandgem City, Sinnoh Region.
WAY Too Early In The Morning To Be Healthy.
"I'm telling you again, I have no clue -what- is going on, Jim. It's like the entire system is flipping us off."
"And I'm telling you again, Steve, that we fixed it! I just got back from running over the primary circuitry with a whole bloody -array- of scanners and we found NOTHING. The system should be as clean as a whistle. So I'm asking you, what are you going on about the system 'flipping us off'?"
Both Jim and Steve - technicians of the Research Lab's internal computer system - have been on this case since midnight of the night before, and they were both exhausted and cranky. And furthermore they had no clue what was going on, which was more than a cause for worry.
For, you see, Professor Rowan's lab - a massive, wind-turbine powered facility on the outskirts of Sandgem Town, a blend of old and new architecture that resembled a cross of an ancient castle and a futuristic robotic fortress - was almost fully automated from the inside. Intricate microcircuitry was embedded in the very walls and floors, endlessly transmitting electricity and digital data throughout the facility like a system of veins. The system had a hand in anything - from monitoring the grounds and the creatures living within, to processing important research data, to supporting PokéDex servers, to controlling the automatic doors. When something went wrong in the system, it could have lead to disastrous results.
Something was VERY wrong. And they couldn't tell just what the hell it was. It drove them crazy.
"How is that possible? we had the system singing the regional anthem of Johto backwards right before you walked in, and just as you did it mysteriously stopped!"
"Really mysterious. Are you sure you're not imagining things?"
Suddenly the lights flickered on and off, and through their headsets, the two technicians could hear the voice of a third, with some oddly musical disruptions in the background.
"Uh, Guys? *static* This is Al in sector *static* reporting. The *static* servers just started sampling PokéMon cries into a really *static* up riff. I'll keep you posted."
A pause.
"See? It's almost like this glitch is alive and taunting us!"
"Oh, so now we have gremlins. I ought to have you fired, Steve..."
He paused in the middle of his statement. From the nearby corridor, he could hear the sound of boots. A slow, purposeful stride, one that could only belong to one man. The heated argument between the two technicians abruptly came to a screeching halt, as suddenly both pretended to be very busy. The door opened - slowly, as it had to be manually forced open - and in stepped the tall and rather menacing figure of Professor Rowan.
The professor was a tall man who appeared to be in his fifties or in his sixties and was nearly always dressed in a blue suit and a long brown trenchcoat. He had a rather intimidating figure and the sort of stern personality that tended to make people slightly nervous even when he was in the same room with them.
"I take it that the system is still under repairs?" he approached one of the technicians.
"Yes, sir. We're not sure what's causing it, but I suspect some kind of PokéMon interference. Maybe someone is trying to hack their way into the system with a Porygon or something, sir. We'll see to it that the system is repaired as soon as possible, sir." replied the technician.
"Very well." replied the Professor "But please, I'd appreciate it if you sped things up a bit. We have new trainers supposed to come in today. I'd rather make sure the beginning of their journey is as smooth as possible.
"Yes sir." said both technicians in unison, Jim started barking orders into his headset, while Steve proceeded to scan the circuitry further using an array of intricate probes. Somehow they'd have to find out what it was.
Hopefully before the trainers arrive...
~*~
He started out late.
Most people started their journey when they were ten. He wasn't in a particular hurry to get out there and travel the world. He always appreciated PokéMon - he grew up among quite a few of them over the years - but his true passion was music. Even now, as he was walking along the path that would lead him to the beginning of his new quest as a PokéMon Trainer - six years later than most kids did - he was carrying his electric guitar on his back.
He had light brown and somewhat spiky hair, with a single, thin braid that fell along the left side of his face and was tipped with two intricately carved and colored wooden beads, grey-blue eyes and a mild olive tone to his complexion - a hint to his father's origin from the Orange Archipelago. He was dressed casually - blue jeans, dark-colored hiking boots and a sleeveless, dusty-brown leather vest over a black t-shirt which sported a white Giratina outline with somewhat of a metallic texture to it.
As he found himself approaching the gates of the Research Facility Grounds, he noticed that something looked... off. The amount of activity on the other side did not look perfectly normal - something was going on.
The would-be-trainer stepped through the gate and proceeded on the path to the main lab. Strange noises came from inside - vaguely musical, but sounding almost as if they were various animal noises that were badly sampled and mixed by some kind of deranged electronic composer. He approached the door and knocked on it.
The door opened silently, and a research assistant walked out.
"Yes, how may we help you? the assistant said.
"My name is Glenn Hendrix. I'm here for my starter PokéMon." the boy replied, nodding "I was told to come here today."
"Oh, of course. New trainer day. I'm sorry, but could you please wait a while? We're kind of in the middle of a crisis here - there's some kind of a malfunction in the system, it's making everything around here go crazy. If you could follow me..."
~*~
Glenn followed the assistant to a side-room with several red leather couches - which was apparently set up as a sitting corner and/or waiting room. It had a fresh, clean, bright feeling - several well-groomed potted plants decorated several corners of the room. Light shined in from large windows - and good thing it did too, as all throughout the lab, the lights were flashing on and off to some kind of vaguely recognizable rhythm. The floors - which were made of either tinted glass or some extremely polished material, almost seemed to be on fire from within as faint circuitry patterns within them suddenly burst into light, blue sparks jumping from point to point within them.
"The Professor will be with you as soon as we can get this crisis under control." the assistant nodded apologetically "I apologize for the bother."
"No worries." Glenn replied with a smile, and nodded at the assistant, who exited hurriedly.
Left to his own devices, Glenn proceeded to set his guitar case on the floor and sit down on one of the couches. He opened the case and produced the guitar from it. It seemed like a perfectly normal electric guitar, fading from black along the edges to deep electric blue along the center. An intricate lightning pattern ran along its side. It also posessed some kind of internal amplification, similar to an acoustic guitar - not really powerful, but good enough for what it was needed for.
He had time to kill.
Might as well kill it with music.
So here's how it's going to be. This is an RP set in the Sinnoh region for no good reason other than flashy DS-style graphics and the upcoming release of Platinum. So essentially this is PokéMon Iridium - Not quite Platinum yet but getting there.
We (and by 'We', so far, I mean me and Dwayna. XD) don't really have anything set in stone right now - we're just going to let this develop. While we would appreciate more people in this - please. Only join this thread if you have the time, dedication and skills to deal with it. Get yourself approved via PM before posting, and we won't have to remove your head from your neck with a Rabid Shiny Toxicroak. Mmk?
Edit: Biorhythm is officially member locked. Do NOT make any requests to join. They will not be authorized.
BIC:
Rowan PokéMon Research Facility, Sandgem City, Sinnoh Region.
WAY Too Early In The Morning To Be Healthy.
"I'm telling you again, I have no clue -what- is going on, Jim. It's like the entire system is flipping us off."
"And I'm telling you again, Steve, that we fixed it! I just got back from running over the primary circuitry with a whole bloody -array- of scanners and we found NOTHING. The system should be as clean as a whistle. So I'm asking you, what are you going on about the system 'flipping us off'?"
Both Jim and Steve - technicians of the Research Lab's internal computer system - have been on this case since midnight of the night before, and they were both exhausted and cranky. And furthermore they had no clue what was going on, which was more than a cause for worry.
For, you see, Professor Rowan's lab - a massive, wind-turbine powered facility on the outskirts of Sandgem Town, a blend of old and new architecture that resembled a cross of an ancient castle and a futuristic robotic fortress - was almost fully automated from the inside. Intricate microcircuitry was embedded in the very walls and floors, endlessly transmitting electricity and digital data throughout the facility like a system of veins. The system had a hand in anything - from monitoring the grounds and the creatures living within, to processing important research data, to supporting PokéDex servers, to controlling the automatic doors. When something went wrong in the system, it could have lead to disastrous results.
Something was VERY wrong. And they couldn't tell just what the hell it was. It drove them crazy.
"How is that possible? we had the system singing the regional anthem of Johto backwards right before you walked in, and just as you did it mysteriously stopped!"
"Really mysterious. Are you sure you're not imagining things?"
Suddenly the lights flickered on and off, and through their headsets, the two technicians could hear the voice of a third, with some oddly musical disruptions in the background.
"Uh, Guys? *static* This is Al in sector *static* reporting. The *static* servers just started sampling PokéMon cries into a really *static* up riff. I'll keep you posted."
A pause.
"See? It's almost like this glitch is alive and taunting us!"
"Oh, so now we have gremlins. I ought to have you fired, Steve..."
He paused in the middle of his statement. From the nearby corridor, he could hear the sound of boots. A slow, purposeful stride, one that could only belong to one man. The heated argument between the two technicians abruptly came to a screeching halt, as suddenly both pretended to be very busy. The door opened - slowly, as it had to be manually forced open - and in stepped the tall and rather menacing figure of Professor Rowan.
The professor was a tall man who appeared to be in his fifties or in his sixties and was nearly always dressed in a blue suit and a long brown trenchcoat. He had a rather intimidating figure and the sort of stern personality that tended to make people slightly nervous even when he was in the same room with them.
"I take it that the system is still under repairs?" he approached one of the technicians.
"Yes, sir. We're not sure what's causing it, but I suspect some kind of PokéMon interference. Maybe someone is trying to hack their way into the system with a Porygon or something, sir. We'll see to it that the system is repaired as soon as possible, sir." replied the technician.
"Very well." replied the Professor "But please, I'd appreciate it if you sped things up a bit. We have new trainers supposed to come in today. I'd rather make sure the beginning of their journey is as smooth as possible.
"Yes sir." said both technicians in unison, Jim started barking orders into his headset, while Steve proceeded to scan the circuitry further using an array of intricate probes. Somehow they'd have to find out what it was.
Hopefully before the trainers arrive...
~*~
He started out late.
Most people started their journey when they were ten. He wasn't in a particular hurry to get out there and travel the world. He always appreciated PokéMon - he grew up among quite a few of them over the years - but his true passion was music. Even now, as he was walking along the path that would lead him to the beginning of his new quest as a PokéMon Trainer - six years later than most kids did - he was carrying his electric guitar on his back.
He had light brown and somewhat spiky hair, with a single, thin braid that fell along the left side of his face and was tipped with two intricately carved and colored wooden beads, grey-blue eyes and a mild olive tone to his complexion - a hint to his father's origin from the Orange Archipelago. He was dressed casually - blue jeans, dark-colored hiking boots and a sleeveless, dusty-brown leather vest over a black t-shirt which sported a white Giratina outline with somewhat of a metallic texture to it.
As he found himself approaching the gates of the Research Facility Grounds, he noticed that something looked... off. The amount of activity on the other side did not look perfectly normal - something was going on.
The would-be-trainer stepped through the gate and proceeded on the path to the main lab. Strange noises came from inside - vaguely musical, but sounding almost as if they were various animal noises that were badly sampled and mixed by some kind of deranged electronic composer. He approached the door and knocked on it.
The door opened silently, and a research assistant walked out.
"Yes, how may we help you? the assistant said.
"My name is Glenn Hendrix. I'm here for my starter PokéMon." the boy replied, nodding "I was told to come here today."
"Oh, of course. New trainer day. I'm sorry, but could you please wait a while? We're kind of in the middle of a crisis here - there's some kind of a malfunction in the system, it's making everything around here go crazy. If you could follow me..."
~*~
Glenn followed the assistant to a side-room with several red leather couches - which was apparently set up as a sitting corner and/or waiting room. It had a fresh, clean, bright feeling - several well-groomed potted plants decorated several corners of the room. Light shined in from large windows - and good thing it did too, as all throughout the lab, the lights were flashing on and off to some kind of vaguely recognizable rhythm. The floors - which were made of either tinted glass or some extremely polished material, almost seemed to be on fire from within as faint circuitry patterns within them suddenly burst into light, blue sparks jumping from point to point within them.
"The Professor will be with you as soon as we can get this crisis under control." the assistant nodded apologetically "I apologize for the bother."
"No worries." Glenn replied with a smile, and nodded at the assistant, who exited hurriedly.
Left to his own devices, Glenn proceeded to set his guitar case on the floor and sit down on one of the couches. He opened the case and produced the guitar from it. It seemed like a perfectly normal electric guitar, fading from black along the edges to deep electric blue along the center. An intricate lightning pattern ran along its side. It also posessed some kind of internal amplification, similar to an acoustic guitar - not really powerful, but good enough for what it was needed for.
He had time to kill.
Might as well kill it with music.
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