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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2013 22:24:51 GMT -5
MINA . ROSE . AVER Later in the evening, she would find herself alone in the stadium, wearing down every grunt that came towards her with any intentions of trying to beat her. She was a general for a reason and she was talented in the element that was hers; water. Her Pokemon were dancing around the area, defeating anyone who came at them. A Samurott and a Vaporeon accompanied her that day, strong in level and spirit. They were happy with how things were turning out, but everyone seemed to have gone, except for the occasional passerby, and they turned to their trainer for a decent battle.
Mina was a Pokemorph, one of many within the Pravus organization to undergo the process when capable of consenting and when of age, and she supposed that her Pokemon DNA suited her personality quite well. She was infused with a Milotic, scales covering most of her body, though they were small and most of them were cream colored, acting like normal skin. Her breasts and other areas were covered with thicker scales of red and blue and black. The tail protruded from her body and swept around her legs, fanning out at the end. The antennae were sprouting from her forehead and trailing far back. Since there wasn't much exposed as far as actual skin went, she kept a silk robe-style dress around her body.
The red hair blew in her face for a moment before she succumbed to the begging of her Pokemon. Umi and Marcia had a way of getting her to do certain things, and she gave a sigh. Her trademark crimson disappeared and formed into the strange flaps at the sides of a Milotic's face, and her body became that of the Pokemon she was infused with, hovering off the ground a few inches. Though she wasn't as strong as the Milotic itself, she still had some decent attributes of the creature that could easily assist her in battle. She maneuvered quickly as the field's terrain changed to that of water, slipping into it.
Mina spent most of that short battle out of the water, dodging the attacks the two threw at her. "Come on, Mina! Throw an attack back!" The woman flicked her tail and kicked up the water into their faces, swiftly moving behind them and slamming her tail down with full force. Marcia ran into Umi on the way down and they both skidded across the dirt that rested on the outside of the field. Mina hovered over the surface of the quickly quelling water once more. "I...S-Sorry..." The pair shook themselves and looked at her with lifted eyebrows. She was always so different when she battled, then realized the consequences of her actions, and felt bad.
The field closed off again, the water disappearing beneath her, and she hovered there for a moment. She shifted back carefully and watched the pair of them pace towards her with smiles. "You are better at this than you want to believe. Do not doubt yourself so much." Umi muttered in his usually strong voice. He could be disappointed in her sometimes, with the way she handled things, but loved her nonetheless, as she cared for them quite well. "I suppose...I am good at battling, and teaching..." Teaching the grunts to use water in the manner that she knew it was a wonderful thing. The Pokemorph process was an added bonus.
"Round two!" The Vaporeon bounced on her feet, and Mina shifted again with a small sigh, coiling slightly as the other two took their positions. She was slowly tiring as she continued to do this, as she was not as strong as the real thing, but still loved this. She waited patiently for their attack.
"Speaking." Thinking. "Pokemon talking."
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Post by Steven Petri Stone on Aug 18, 2013 1:35:33 GMT -5
The two Pokemon by his side were the ones who had nudged him out of the house, although it had more been the giant Armaldo, larger than the average one, than the Excadrill, who just looked bored with this entire thing. Steven had originally meant on just going to see a movie, or going to the bookstore. Something normal, something to get away from his work, and the stress he currently felt like he was under. The day was better than most however, despite everything. He had recently gotten the prosthetic on his leg replaced, the nagging from Joche finally getting to him, and the better fit did wonders. The mans limp was not nearly as prominent, the chaffing was next to none, and he no longer stumbled as much. Of course, when he tried to set the cane aside, thinking perhaps he could get away with it, he nearly fell on his face... but these things would come in time.
Steven hadn't actually made it to a movie, nor a store. He'd barely been out the door, actually, when his cellphone had gone off and he found himself getting called into the Pravus base for a meeting. The man had been loath to go. It was a long trip and would take up the better part of the day, at that point still in its early hours, but he couldn't exactly say no. He had a contract that needed to be upheld to, and so he had left the Citadel. The trip would take quite a few hours, and it was a long and boring trip. Staring out the window at the passing scenery was only so fun after the first hour. His Pokemon were equally annoyed. Lyden frequently spoke up, usually with a, "They can't just call you in on your day off!", while Emcero was more understandable, but still irritated, "More like he shouldn't have bothered coming."
He wasn't the type of person who would risk his position by refusing to attend a meeting, which is why Lyden got returned to his Pokeball soon after. It would likely just be to discuss the distribution and sharing of his research, and just what they would give him when that happened. Arriving on the island, that was what Steven would find himself attending. A mind dragging, boring meeting where they described the payment and accommodations he would receive for helping them with the development of a new product, mainly for the act of restraining and containing the infected in the case that they needed to do research on them, while in the most humane way possible. Truthfully, the entire thing seemed simple and the price was more than high enough. Perhaps he just wanted to get home.
When he was finally released from the office, he was informed that the transport back to the Citadel wouldn't happen until the morning, "You can feel free to use our accommodations in the building, Mr. Stone. We have some very nice guest rooms, and we'll get you back to the Citadel first thing in the morning." The little woman was a sweetheart, and he couldn't bring himself to point out that he did, in fact, have, or more had plans for the night. Steven had planned on slipping out to see an old friend, but that was pretty much impossible now. He would never make it in time anyway and the text cancelling had already been sent. The lack of emotion in the reply left him rather worried that he had offended her, but Steven just smiled at the woman, "Thank you. Nancy, was it? I know where the rooms are. I've spent a few evenings here, after all." Her smile and chuckle was nice, "Of course, Mr. Stone. I suspect you can entertain yourself? This part of the building is open to visitors."
Slipping away, Steven found himself wandering the hallways. The Excadrill wandered after him, looking incredibly bored, "We shoulda just told them that they had to take us home. That'cha had some sorta work you had to do. Urgent stuff, that sitting at home and reading by yourself." Steven's lips tightened, and he gave the Excadrill, who had very little expression on his face, a sharp glance, "...Remind me why we don't always get along?" The chuckle from Emcero did make him grin a little, however. It was the Excadrill who glanced to the side, noticing the training woman through a window overlooking the stadium, "Hey. Come look at this, Steve. Aint seen something like this in a while."
It would be his own curiosity that would lead him away from the window and into the Stadium, a large room that rather awed him. Light blue eyes fixated on the woman training. He knew about morphs, it was impossible not too when you had lived in the Citadel, but he had never seen something like this. When she ended, and the Pokemon and their trainer were speaking, he found himself calling out. Since when was he so outspoken? "...That was very impressive. I've never seen anything quite like it, actually." His feet were carrying him down the steps, one by one, in order to keep himself from putting his entire weight on the prosthetic. It was a sure way to send yourself toppling down the steps, seeing as the prosthetic would not handle the weight distribution to the same degree at the actual leg. He hadn't quite figured out how to make up for that yet.
The Excadrill lazily moved ahead of him, glancing around the room, "Fancy place you got here. You one of those morphs that Pravus cooked up?" Oh, such wonderful attitude.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2013 17:39:02 GMT -5
MINA . ROSE . AVER Mina didn't receive visitors or garner much attention, for that matter. Sure, every time she had been promoted, it had caught the attention of many people. After all, she was blind and an exemplary fighter; she was good at her job and she had earned the position. However, part of her even did know or at the very least suspected that part of the reason Pravus merely promoted her was simply for the fact to garner good media attention, to get on the better side of most people. Promoting a blind person looked good on the company, but as irritating at the thought could be, she was happy with her position and did what she could to make it work well for her.
She felt the electromagnetic waves the man gave off as he moved, disturbing the particles of water that were in the air. That was how she was capable of seeing. She saw nothing, in all truth, and everything was dark and black. She could hear very well and smell very well, and she had wonderful taste. She didn't need to see. She didn't need her vision and never really had, of that she had proven her mother wrong time and time again. The purpose for her becoming a morph in the first place had been her mother wanting her to have sight. She believed it would give her the ability to see, but it didn't, though it did give her some manner of seeing. She used her tail from time to time to feel around when she needed it.
The General heard the tapping of the cane against the concrete steps, and even from this distance. She heard the words come from the man's mouth, soaked in the tone and the depth of them. Each word had a slightly different pitch, but she smiled nonetheless, assuming she was looking in his general direction. She couldn't look directly at him, "Ah, thank you. A General can't sit around and do nothing, after all. Even if there is no war, I do need to stay in shape." The smile on her face was what she assumed was pleasant, not that she could at all tell. The words slipped from her mouth before she could stop them, she wasn't one to be rude or upfront about much, but Marcia continued to mention her curiosity came off as innocent, "Why the cane? I heard it from over...there." She waved her hand in some direction.
Mina felt Umi standing close to her, his warm breath on her shoulder. While he was smart enough to know this man was no harm, he was still protective over the woman. He had been with her throughout most of her life, and there was little he wouldn't do for her. Protecting her was part of it, and sometimes acting like a seeing eye dog of sorts. "Present your names." She rolled her blue eyes, "Don't mind him; he's just a tad protective." The woman patted the gentle blue fur of the beast's neck. "This is Pravus's stadium. It's usually where we hold training sessions for the grunts, and higher ups occupy it from time to time, as well." She was a morph indeed; not that she knew what a Milotic looked like. She could simply create shapes for herself and only come up with colors as she went along. She didn't know how to classify color, what to call the things that looked warm and the things that looked cold. "Yes, I am. I am infused with Milotic DNA. My name is Mina, and I'm a General for Pravus. I specialize in water types."
Her tone was cheerful, but she still didn't know if she was looking at him or not. She could only gauge where he could be.
"Speaking." Thinking. "Pokemon talking."
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Post by Steven Petri Stone on Sept 8, 2013 16:37:40 GMT -5
The fact that he had even happened upon the woman training was a little surprising in itself. He was not often on the actual Pravus Island, and, when he was, not often given the free time needed to wander the hallways and come across training generals—such as in these moments. Steven was usually busy within Nada. He may have only been co-president, but he was also the one who ran the business within Remoor. His father had left him with that duty, and Steven had taken to it. It had become a new passion, even if it had never held the same appeal to him that his old… job once had. Did he miss spelunking deep into caves—investigating their dark depths? Yes, everyday.
His fear of the suffocating darkness overrode those emotions the majority of the time.
Stairs were a difficulty. Correctly adjusting his weight onto his good leg was a difficulty—or else risk pitching forward down the cement. That was what the cane was for, and the Pokemon at his side; even if the Excadrill didn’t admit to the close watch he had on his trainer. The man came to a fault, a few steps up from the bottom one, and his gaze turning to scan the room around him, taking in the stadium. It was well equipped, although it was the Pokemorph before him—and not the scenery—that he was more interested in. For all his time in the Citadel, he had not actually seen one of the kinds in action in the way that he had just observed.
Her words were met with a soft smile, even as Emcero spoke up before him. The Excadrills amused voice almost sounded a little fascinated, although the Pokemon would not admit to such a thing. He just found these morphs to be quite the interesting set of creatures, ”I have no doubt, lady. Never know what sort of things could come up—important title you’ve got there. Quite the tail you’ve got there.” There was nothing overly polite about the tone. Steven had to wince at that, and the man gave a chuckle, as if in an attempt to diffuse any harsh feelings. The Excadrill was usually blunt—he was also dangerous, not that Steven was overly aware of that point. Emcero had kept it that way for a reason.
The man lifted the cane slightly, as if looking it over, before it clicked back down upon the ground, allowing him to lean on it lightly, ”Ah—this old thing.” It wasn’t old at all, ”Just for some balance issues I have.” His voice was good-natured, and he felt no need to go into specifics of just why he had balance issues. He had also yet to come to any conclusions about her sight—besides the lack of actually looking directly at him. He wouldn’t pry. He was not that man.
The Pokemon was slightly unnerving. That fact that Umi demanded their names made Steven give another chuckle. The Excadrill stepped closer to his side, in a manner that didn’t bring Steven’s gaze around, and simply watched the morph and her Pokemon with slightly wary eyes, ”I know what that’s like. I swear, my Pokemon treat me like I’m a child…” He trailed off again, before picking back up and answering the actual question, ”Steven Stone. I work with Pravus, obviously, and my Excadrill goes by Emcero. And you are…?” The silver haired man didn’t bother to go into titles. He had been a champion. He ran a business. His name could very well be known—he also wasn’t one to flaunt around his own fame as if it was something that he took much pride in. In this moment, he was just another man, ”It’s likely quite busy in here then, most of the time.” For now it seemed rather isolated.
Emcero gazed at the Milotic Morph. His trainer may have been more interested in making small talk—The Excadrill was interested in just what had happened to this girls DNA, ”Nice to meet you, Mina. I always found those morphs fascinating. Always tell Steven that he should consider it. I can’t say that I like water types—but you like that DNA you’ve got there?”
No courtesy from that Pokemon it seemed. Steven sighed slightly, ”Don’t mind him, Mina. He’s just being nosy.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2013 21:14:17 GMT -5
Her tail waved carefully through the air, feeling the space around her as she continued to stare off just to the right of him. She could feel Umi beside her, knew he was hovering there menacingly, protectively watching over her like a proper sentinel. The Samurott, though, was hovering a little too close and she was shifting a little ways away from him. She simply smiled at the comment the Pokemon made and let a ripple pass through her tail powerful enough to kick up a small amount of gust. She allowed it to settle around her legs again.
Mina listened to him speak, then gave a small chuckle at the humor in his tone. "Ahhhhh. I can relate. The tail--" She waved it again, another small gust following, though this time not on purpose, and then extended her hand to rest it on the shoulder of the massive samurai otter beside her, "--and my lovely seeing eye otter, here--" Umi's cheeks puffed up at the use of her terms, but gave a simple growl and an indignant huff, turning his head off to the side. It made him seem so much less intimidating, "--are for some sight issues I have." "...Your blindness is not a hindrance to your battling ability." Mina simply rolled her blue eyes and patted the beast's shoulder.
The Milotic Pokemorph laughed gently again, capable of relating to him. "I know that feeling. I can't go a day without at least running into a wall, so they feel the need to hover over my like mother hens." Her Pokemon hovered over her carefully. She heard his name and pondered over it for a moment, recognizing it to some extent, yet dropped it and tried not to focus on it. She didn't like to pry where it wasn't necessary. She listened to the Pokemon again. "....I love this DNA. My mother thought it might cure my blindness. It didn't, but...I'm not complaining. It's nice."
She leaned up on her toes for a moment and hummed, "I had a lot to prove to people. It's not easy being blind, or cripp--handicapped in any manner. I might be blind, but I did not get to my position without work." She blinked once or twice. "Oh, no! I don't mind at all. It's perfectly normal for someone to ask questions about this sort of thing." She waved her hands dismissively. "If your leg is messed up, then maybe the Pokemorph option isn't such a bad idea? A steel type could do wonders." She gave something of a nervous chuckle though and paused to let out a small breath. "Well...before I get ahead of myself, I guess you might have some questions? You can feel free to ask. I can't give many specifics, because I'm not a scientist. Fighting is more of my specialty..."
"Mina speaking." Mina thinking. "Pokemon speaking." Steven Petri Stone
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Post by Steven Petri Stone on Oct 20, 2013 9:25:58 GMT -5
He was aware of the Pokemon watching him, and the rather protective stance that it had over his trainer. His own Pokemon looked more relaxed than anything--The Excadrill had no doubt that Steven could handle himself here, and had little worry. There may have been a type difference, but the Pokeballs upon Steven's belt, and the Pokemon within them, along with him himself, wouldn't go down without a fight. Emcero was also known for being a little cocky, however. The Pokemon did continue to watch Umi with wary eyes, but he wasn't about to get his claws in a tizzy. Steven, in the meantime, tried to look as relaxed and non-threatening as possible. Why worry Mina's Pokemon if it wasn't necessary? Steven was also rather relieved that the woman hadn't taken offence to Emcero's words--He could be rather blunt by times, and just because Steven enjoyed that nature didn't always mean that everyone else would. The Excadrill gave a hearty chuckle, straight from his gut, "Ah, well, yur tail and otter seem to be doing a lovely job, lady. Gotta agree with the grump there--Y'all don't seem to have that much trouble. Not much at all, if I were to be blunt." The snort that came from Steven, then, made Emcero give another chuckle of his own. When was the Excadrill not blunt? "Sounds similar to quite a few of my own team members, then." Steven gave a light laugh, and his hand came down to rest on the Pokeballs at his waist for a minute, just contemplating the team inside--Most of them didn't mother him, but there was a few. Steven Stone's name was usually known--If he wasn't in the facility, he more often then not just gave his first name. It often led to less people realizing who he was. Whether that be the son, and co-leader of an organization, or the champion that had lost his position nearly a year into it. Not that he was embarrassed, "It seems very nice--and must be fitting, if you enjoy it." He didn't want to pry much farther--At least not until she made the offer for him to ask questions herself. The man could see that this woman had been through quite a bit in her life already--That much was obvious. She seemed strong, however. He also had a feeling that she had handled her own handicap better than he had in his time, "I just don't want to pry if that's not something you're comfortable with--" Emcero would cut him off, giving a scoffing laugh, "The gal made the offer, Steve. Don't be so uptight. I dunno how well a steel-type would help him, miss. Can they grow back legs in this facility? Not as far as I've heard." For the first time, Steven's smile did become rather forced. He would have left it at having crippled his limb--The Excadrill didn't see why he would keep it quiet, "I'm going to point out that this one isn't one of the mother hens in my group." His chuckle was a little awkward, "Ah, well... Seeing as I have considered the process once or twice... Is there many complications in the procedure anymore? I know that Pravus is very good at what they do, but it still leaves much to be considered."He gave a slight chuckle, it wasn't the norm for him to be nervous, "...And, I suppose, do they offer just any species?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2013 23:06:47 GMT -5
It was difficult for Mina to become angered at anyone or anything. The Milotic DNA made her strangely at peace with everyone and everything as much as is possibly could, though at times there were certainly moments where she could become very agitated. When she had done all she could in order to avoid conflict or dispel it, and it had not worked, she would become infuriated easily and could quickly turn into quite the fighter. Not that it wasn't her job anyways, but quite a few of her coworkers had turned out to be rather hot-headed. "I used to have plenty of trouble, and be quite the troublemaker myself, but...things change." She gave a slight pause, "And you learn to battle well here. My blindness only hindered me for awhile, but does not any longer." "If anything, it makes you more lethal." She disregarded the otter's comment. She was not a murderer, but she had been down that road before, through the war, and she did not intend to go back down it. The nightmares and flashbacks (though only of sound and whatever mottled images her mind could conjure) were enough. Mina was about to stop him, tell him she had no problem answering any questions he did have, but it seemed the other Pokemon had beaten her to it. At his question though, she did respond, "That depends on the person, not the procedure. If I wanted to make my tail go away, then I could. I can control what is and is not on my body." For an example, she lifted her hand and pulled back the collar of the clothing to hang over her shoulder, revealing all of the scales there. With a moment of concentration, the bright colors shifted and seemed to disappear, turning to her pale skin. A moment later, she allowed the scales to return back to where they had once been. "Some of the features are permanent, but those that are not there at first can be placed there by you. It takes a little practice, but I have been this way for almost twenty years. I have all the practice I can get."The woman's tail waved gently as the man spoke, and she gave a small nod. "The procedure is not without its risks, for they are combining two completely different types of DNA and that in itself is a rather unnatural process, but the complications after twenty years have become rather minimal." She mused slightly, "I suppose that depends on the Pokemon you choose, though." Her smile brightened a little. "They do! You get a choice of which Pokemon you choose to be fused with. I did not have a say in mine, because my mother felt this would be the best choice to go with when it came to ridding me of blindness for whatever reason, but I am not complaining now." She tilted her head slightly, feeling Umi shift next to her uneasily. "Do you have a Pokemon in mind, Steven?""Talking."Thinking.tagged: Steven Petri Stonewords: 505 muse: good notes: HERE FISHY FISHY.
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Post by Steven Petri Stone on Jan 30, 2014 21:58:42 GMT -5
In complete consideration, if Steven ever did decide to go through with the process… What would he choose? What Pokemon would he want to become a part of?
Because that was what this was all about, wasn’t it?
It had been offered. He had put little thought into it at the time. Now, looking at this woman, it brought all his previous thoughts, in the favor of the morphing process, back to his mind. There was so many cons, but also so, so many pros. Mina had lost that violent side of herself, but that was because of the creature she had chosen to be fused with. Would Steven have the same changes? The Pokemon that jumped to his mind was easily Metagross—nothing else seemed right, except perhaps Skarmory—both which were known for more… violent temperaments. Could that possible be a negative?
He wasn’t sure. He was a mild guy, after all.
”You don’t seem like much of a troublemaker, Mina, but I’ll take your word for it. Maybe we’ll have to get up to some mischief ourself someday, hm?” He chuckled, giving a smile, but it was entirely too unfeeling. He had become very mild in his recent years. Things did change, ”You seem very good at what you do, and I promise you that I’d much rather avoid any head-on conflicts with your trainer.” The man gave a nod at the otter—he was a champion, he was no soldier, general, or anything alike.
A hum was his only answer at first. Emcero seemed more interested than Steven, but that was because the man was considering what she had said. His eyes rested on the tail for a moment, ”And you body never rebels? I suppose, with the work you do, that you have it as in tune as can be.” His words were stilted, awkward, as if he didn’t quite know how to word what he was getting at. What was holding him back? A nervousness of the procedure in general—it reminded him of the risks he had used to take, when spelunking had still been his life. It had cost him his leg. A faulty tail was the least of his worries.
His gaze became more intrigued by the scales—the man had a certain appreciation for the water types, and that could be seen here. Steel was his passion, but if he had to choose a second type, this would be it, ”So I can see. A fancy little trick. I’ve read into the fine print… that is, how it’s different for everyone, but you are making me warm up to the idea—No point beating around the bush—I am rather… keen on the process.” He gave another nervous, breathy little chuckle. It was not like him. The ‘man of steel’ didn’t just decide on decisions like that lightly, however, ”…Rather for the same reason you have, in fact… A disability that it could possibly take care of.” His prosthetic was lifted slightly off the ground.
”He’s gonna choose Excadrill, o’course.”
”…Not quite, Emcero.”
Steven did give the Pokemon an amused glance, however, which was returned quickly enough by a snide one of the Pokemon’s own. He gave that shaky little laugh again, and rubbed the back of his head, ”Metagross comes to mind first. Or Skarmory. I have a love for Steel, if I may say.” Seeing how well this had went for Mina—it truly did make him think maybe it would be worth it?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2014 15:11:31 GMT -5
Her temperament had been changed almost completely with the fusing of the Milotic DNA. The rather volatile side of herself was certainly still there, but as more of an underlying condition at this point than anything else at all. She had her violent tendencies still, her temper, it simply had a longer fuse and even when the end of that fuse was reached, there was still the fact that she had to fight the Milotic over becoming angry. Throwing over that half of her, the half of ridiculous calm, was possible, but took usually too much effort for it to be worth it. In her case, it had almost been a good thing the temperament of the Pokemon outweighed her natural one, even if he he procedure had failed to fix her eyes.
One just had to trust the process wouldn't go awry.
Mina probably garnered more trouble than she wanted half the time, considering her position, species, and the war she had partaken in. There were people out there who vehemently believed each of those things to be an act against nature in general. "Perhaps we'll have to. I don't get out much." She had training of grunts to do more often than not, paperwork when there was time, which was done usually with help since...well, lack of sight. "Good, keep it that way." "I apologize. He doesn't really know how to play nice." He didn't, but she didn't blame him. He had been this way over her since she was a young girl, protecting her from the people who would take advantage of her blindness. He trusted people less than she did. Even Liam. He still didn't trust him after twenty-six years.
"There are...moments. I'm a naturally volatile temperament, and Milotic are naturally very calm. There's some inner conflict. Physically, there's scale-shedding, cleaning, they need to be kept moist more often than not." Her physical issues were not that extensive, having the Pokemon there was wonderful to have and helpful more often than not. "It's just a matter of taking care of the Pokemon half as well as the human half." And that was about what it came down to. Disregarding the Pokemon half and thinking it reacted to the world the way the human half did was a mistake. Issues tended to occur at that point.
A fancy trick and a useful tool. The scales were harder than her skin and provided as decent armor against various knives and effects of the water. Not to mention it sheltered her from being bothered by the weather and such. The smile on her face was genuine, "I'm sure you know your stuff, and that isn't a bad thing at all. I would rather encourage more people to do the process than to not. It didn't fix my blindness, but it improved me far more than it harmed me." And that was the honest truth. Some things were a little hard, but it had done her more good than bad. She heard the leg tap on the ground--it sounded plastic and Umi informed her what it was quietly. "Well, for a prosthetic leg, the process can certainly help. I would think forming a new leg would not be that difficult."
Mina was honestly curious as to what he would choose. A missing leg was something that could be easily replaced depending on the Pokemon one chose. Blindness was a little more difficult, but her sight had been replaced with someone similar to the way sharks saw. She simply had to have the water pointing in small streams from her body to be aware of it. A small laugh bubbled from her throat, only imagining what the expression on the Pokemon could be, whatever an Excadrill looked like, in response to the man. "Steel types? I think...I am remembering some mention of you now that steel is brought into the mix. Steel types are great; sturdy and reliable enough to lean on."
The joke was a little bad in taste, but that was about how well she could do those. Unless her anger overthrew the other half of her DNA and took control. Then she couldn't even be mean to someone. Light jokes, like ones about Liam's ears, were about all she could do without upsetting some part of her. "I would think Metagross would provide a sturdier leg than a Skarmory--but I'm not one of the scientists." Mina simply knew enough from her multiple visits to them for check ups. She had been a Pokemorph for a long while, having been turned with some of the earlier technology, so more checkups were needed. "Actually, have you met with any of them for consultation? I'm positive they can help and better answer more questions than I can." She knew of a few, and she was more determined to make sure this went well for him.
"Talking." Thinking. LAIKA OF GS!
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