~*~ Mewtations: No Escape ( Begins ) ~*~

[VirtualPlay]

Kat Blairre
On the run
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I ran as fast as I could, thanking anything I could that I was agile enough to dodge the branches better than anyone else. As such, I was able to reach the camp first, even before Roy who was usually a faster runner. Doing the only thing that I thought was right, I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Rockets are invading, get out of here!"

The reaction was instantaneous. Every single tent came alive as people frantically grabbed their essentials and started fleeing in different directions. I quickly dove into my tent and grabbed my backpack, shoving my stuff in as quickly as I could. I was about to dive out when I heard a familiar grunt. I peeked out to see Braden sitting near my tent, holding the strange creature.

Roy soon appeared, attempting to get Braden to move. The problem was that he didn't seem to be able to carry the creature much longer, and I could feel that Braden didn't want to abandon it to the Rockets. A gun cocked and they turned their attention to another Rocket who had managed to get to the camp faster than the other two. She was standing with her back to me, a gun extended at the two of them.

Roy, always thinking of others, tried to reason with her, and as he did I noticed she had black ears and a tail, with blue rings around them. It seemed she had gotten some kind of mutation like Roy had. She also seemed to be rather shaky, like she wasn't doing this because she wanted to, but was forced to.

I was finally able to catch what Roy was saying, "You're not like the others, you don’t want to kill innocent people. That Pokémon, it’s the key to all of this." The girl faltered, but kept her gun held up. "Please, let me save them," Roy continued. All of a sudden, the girl swung her gun to the side, aiming at something I couldn't see.

"Stop! This isn't right!" the girl yelled, presumably towards whoever (or whatever) she was pointing the gun at. "These people aren't the problem, Team Rocket is, and I'm through with them and you." She suddenly had a fierce look in her eye, that crazy kind that meant the person had finally snapped. I knew I had to do something or someone was getting hurt.

Gathering my nerves and being as quiet as I could, I slipped out of my tent and pounced the girl, my hand quickly going for her weapon. Unfortunately, the girl was holding on too tightly and her finger pulled the trigger. A deafening blast came out as I landed on the girl, my hand pinned on her gun hand.

"Ow, first a kunai, now a bullet," a male voice said, "This is really not my night, is it?" I looked up. As I had guessed, there were Rockets standing there, two of them. Both had some very non-human formations as well, the guy had some giant hat while the girl had horns. If this girl was truly defecting, we outnumbered them, but if not, we were finished.

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[Weasel Overlord]

Name: Charon Andeor, but cos most people mispronounce it, she'll accept Shadow.
Gender: Female. SHOCKU.
Age: 19
Alliance: Team Rocket's rocket
Physical Looks: Charon is about 5'8”, with short golden-blonde hair which sticks up and out and every which way, as if she's constantly got her finger in a plug socket. Her eyes are green, her nose is small and she has an almost-constant crease between her eyebrows. Her nose and cheeks are smattered with freckles, much to her annoyance, and they only get more pronounced when she's in the sun for any length of time.
Around her neck, Charon wears a black ribbon-and-lace choker tied with an elaborate bow at the back of her neck. From it dangles any number of charms – one bell (blue), one bone (white), one frying pan (silver), two metal feathers (gold with blue veins), one sphere (purple), and one small cage (silver) containing a bird (blue). Because of this necklace, she pretty much jingles with every movement. Her upper-wear is a tight-fitting (to accentuate her rather shapely figure) black silk tank top, embroidered with flowers and hummingbirds down the left side. On the bottom, she wears a flowing silver skirt (one which allows large amounts of movement), asymmetric, with about five layers underneath, none of which is the same as the one above. She silver is a subtle shade, not a tacky bright one, and the underskirts are varying shades of grey and silver. On her feet she wears a pair of black knee-high boots with killer heels about three inches high, making her overall height (with boots) 5'11”.
Personality: Charon is, to put is bluntly, a firebrand. She's completely aggro in every sense of the word, and will never fail to start an argument if she's awake. She has the wits and intelligence to twist most arguments round in her favour, and she uses these tools deftly to manipulate anyone into doing what she wants them to do. This comes with a high dosage of bossiness, so be prepared to have orders issued. She will never back down from a fight, and never flee, no matter what the situation. Despite these “negative” traits, Charon is fiercely loyal to those she counts among her friends (few though these people are), and she's fight to the death to protect them, while at the same time, lashing them mercilessly with her acerbic wit.
Has a habit of shouting, and of letting small annoyances set off a temper flare. She isn't one to easily forgive and forget a slight against her, but over time she might come round.
History: Charon grew up in the sheltered bosom of a highly respected Team Rocket family, and was therefore expected (and forced) to go into the same “trade” as soon as she was old enough. She pretty much grew up with Hob from a young age, and ever since joining Team Rocket together, they've been inseparable, although you wouldn't think it from their heated exchanges.
Pokémon: Growlithe, Houndoom and Poochyena.
Power: Beat Up – She calls upon her team of pooches and they all mob whatever enemy is around with dark energy attacks.
Inherited Houndoom horns – they curl out from her temples, and are silver in colour and wickedly pointed. They sweep back until they almost touch her neck. Not only that, but she got some of the bony structures elsewhere too; most notably, a pair circling both of her wrists. These may look like bracelets, but they don't move, and are as hard as stone if she hits you with them. May also have a few smaller ones up her spine, but no-one's ever seen them, as she stays clothed at all times.
Weapons: Her boots are pretty fierce... No weapons. She fights with fists and kicks and headbutts and whatnot.
Other: Had intensive martial arts training every day as a child. Likes to bite people as a way of showing that she likes them.

Charon Andeor
|| Your Tears Are All the Pay I'll Ever Need ||

Having a shiny gun pressed into her hand wasn't exactly Charon's idea of a great gift, but she supposed that she could see her way to being forgiving. And especially since, as soon as the General's back was turned, they could dispose of the unsavoury articles as quickly and cleanly and discreetly as possible. Filthy, underhanded weapons, guns. Charon didn't see what was wrong with good, clean, hand-to-hand combat – as down and dirty and messy and blood-filled as possible, which okay, might not be that clean after all, but it was certainly an improvement on shooting someone and not even working up a healthy dose of adrenaline. She'd been pretty much weaned on adrenaline, Charon had, and it was suffice to say that she may have an addiction to the glorious stuff.

Some might say that it was this addiction that made her act, completely on auto-pilot, and grab the flying Mew from out of the air. Ever one to seize an opportunity, Charon was.

She tucked herself in and rolled when she hit the ground, protecting Mew with her body on instinct. No sooner than the thought about just how well these new horns would stand up in battle had flashed into her head, and Charon's prize was stolen from her by an insolent whelp who felt like a lump of rock when he barreled into her. She crashed to the ground, landed on her feet and was off, chasing the cheeky git like a hound on the scent.

Tossing the closest pokeball on her belt, Charon growled in swift greeting as the Houndoom sprang out and joined the chase, and then they were off, speeding against the wind, dodging trees like they were born to hunt and run together.

The infuriating boy led them quite the chase through the woods, and when they finally ended up back at the campsite, Hob at her side now, Charon was decidedly more furious than she had been before.

The boy holding Mew was doing... well, something, and now, oh great, one of their own team was pointing a gun at them. Charon growled in her direction as the girl – Annie, Charon thought her name was – defected to the other miserable side. Before Charon could do anything about it, a bullet had gone off with a deafening crack, aimed directly at Hob, who did that weird funky mojo thing and went slightly less opaque as the offending article sped through the night and into a nearby tree.

Charon narrowed her eyes at Annie. “Is defecting the order of the day, or am I just horribly behind?” she snarled, finding herself almost unable to keep the menace from her voice. She was gratified to hear – and feel – her Houndoom, Moony, growling in echo at her side.

Hob poked at his chest ruefully. “I, for one, hope that people aren't going to make a habit of stabbing things into me.”

“Hob, you just phase out. It doesn't make a difference!” Charon turned to him, her teeth bared in a grin. “Although what you're going to do about that hat is beyond me. I suppose it does look vaguely dashing. You look like some sort of wizard.” She sniggered at the thought of Hob in a dress, and then narrowed her eyes back at the defector and her band of intrepid thieves, who were currently looking quite insulted that Hob and Charon were entertaining themselves with conversation instead of engaging in deadly mortal combat.

Well, Charon supposed, there was always time for deadly mortal combat.