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Savannah Rem

"Am I alive? Or... dead? This is hard..."

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a character in “Pokemon: The Gijinka Experiment”, as played by Senpai

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Savannah Rem
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"Am I... alive? Or dead? I feel so cold..."

Pokemon: Froslass, evolved form of Snorunt.
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Female
Orientation: As a human, she was bisexual.
Personality: As a human, she was pretty keen on getting herself into trouble. Always the type to make others worry about her as she would run through the tall grass without any Pokémon. Whether or not they liked her back, she loved Pokémon of all kinds. Fairies, Dark, Ghost, Normal, they all captivated her heart. Even when she was hurt by a Tangela as a child in the forest, she remained gentle and affectionate towards it. The world of Pokémon has always fascinated her. She loved them more than she loved people, not to say she disliked them. She often found herself wishing that she could even be one.

One major element of her personality is that she has always been gentle and trusting. She often trusts people, even if they're complete strangers, to a fault. For example, if someone told her that there was candy in the van, she would probably go with them. But she can treat just about anyone with kindness, even her own captors. It's hard for her to break from her gentle nature, but if she ever does well... Let's just say that Hell would seem favorable. She will be harsh in her words and perhaps even physically lash out.

As far as self-image goes, she has never kept a great one. She's always felt self-conscious about her appearance and she has a tendency to feel like she is being rude or invasive when she's really not. Her confidence could also use a boost, but she's by no means super timid. Upon awakening as a Gijinka, she will have a bit more anxiety and something of a consistent existential crisis. She will not know whether she is alive or dead, as a Ghost, and may lead her to act or think irrationally... not that anything in this situation is rational.

History: Savannah grew up in Snowpoint City, far to the north of the Sinnoh Region. Everything was always cold and white, colored only by the evergreens on the edges of the city and the reds of rooftops. There she lived with her mother and father, a quiet and peaceful life like those of the city. Rarely did travelers come to Snowpoint, so it was all very cozy. Though business wasn't exactly booming, they got by running a flower shop. Her mother was often away, roaming the region for interesting flowers that didn't grow around the area. Her father referred to it as "Operation: Snowpoint Full of Flowers, Wallet Full of Money." But that came to a close when the girl was ten years old, and her mother fell ill with a disease that attacked her legs. Her mother couldn't gather the flowers anymore...

Until the girl offered to take her mother's place. Her parents were a bit hesitant, but it wasn't uncommon (for some reason) to let a ten-year-old child wander alone in the world. So making her promise to start with nearby places and go from there as she got older, they let her do this for the family. Business still didn't boom, but she got to see some of the world outside of her quiet little mountain town. She often encountered Pokémon on her journeys, stopping to feed them, pet them, and dress any injuries that came from the more violent ones. She loved them to death. Her parents and fellow Snowpoint denizens always got worried sick when she returned from gathering journeys with bandaging. But she assured them that it was all fine. Even when asked to at least train one Pokémon for defense, she just shook her head and expressed her disinterest in training. She enjoyed her simple life of wandering and gathering flowers and seeds.

This went on for eight years. She managed to see a fair amount of the Sinnoh region, and once even got to take a boat to Unova! That was a fun six months for her. The Pokémon and flowers were all so unique and fascinating, and she reveled in the idea of bringing back foreign flowers and showing her parents how to raise them. She was also particularly fond of this little electric fish she found in the mud, later learning its name as Stunfisk. Its little face was so adorable when it was happy. When she returned home, her mother even seemed to be recovering from her illness. Her mother was able to even go for a walk with her daughter around town. Things were looking very up for the Rem household and their flower shop, Rem and Seeds.

It was a normal day when it happened, though. She didn't make it too far into Route 217 when she found a rather rare specimen. Among the Snorunts, who had become very fond of her and her sandwich-making ways, was a floating white... spirit? No, it was a Pokémon. Not one seen often, it was a gorgeous Frosslass. She could swear that the Pokémon smiled at her, as if thanking her for watching after her family. And then she vanished, like a ghost... And not long after that, Savannah was hit with the vertigo. She felt light in the head and her vision blackened before the young woman fell onto the snow.

She has yet to wake up.

Abilities:
Ability: Cursed Body.
MOVES: Destiny Bond, Powder Snow, Ominous Wind, Hail

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So begins...

Savannah Rem's Story

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Character Portrait: Savannah Rem

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Eyes of sapphire blue shot open and immediately winced shut as the young woman came to consciousness. Her whole body seemed to flinch in response as her body curled up and rolled off the bed. Landing on her elbows and knees, she let out a sound of pain like a soft whimper. Her head pulsed with pain, probably an after-result of awakening to bright lights after... what was it that got her out in the first place, anyway? She couldn't quite recall anything. She left home to get some flowers and feed the Snorunts... There was that other Pokémon and then... Her head seemed to hurt even more as she tried to recall that. In the end she gave up, realizing after the fact that she had been gripping her head with the pain, practically digging her fingernails into her scalp. She just remained curled up like a pitiful, beaten puppy for a bit to try and collect herself before she took her hands from her head and peeked up behind her messy bangs. She tried to collect some form of familiarity from this room. Was she at the Richmond's home? No, they had completely wood interior. In fact, this room didn't feel like anywhere back home in Snowpoint. Maybe.... it was a prank? But who would be cruel enough to joke like that?

Coming to the conclusion that she wasn't even in Snowpoint, she had to imagine where on earth she could be. Her heart seemed to shake, feeling unsafe in this unknown territory. Did she make somebody upset without realizing it to bring her here? She began trying to remember things again, but that only deepened the pain in her head, causing her to wince once again. "I'm sorry." A mouse-like voice apologized to no one in particular, half-hoping it would make the pain stop. When it didn't, she tried to take a deep breath and sit on her bottom, back against the cot. "It's... it's okay, Savannah. It's probably just... a misunderstanding! Yes! It has to be!" Her body seemed to stop shaking as she settled on this being the situation. Placing a hand on the cot, she used it to lever herself upwards, managing to stand despite the quiver in her knees. Dusting off her clothing, she stepped towards the door and tip-toed up to peer through the bars. She let out a sharp gasp and turned around, pressing herself against the door as she saw something... horrible.

"What did they do to that poor girl..?" That security she'd given herself instantly slipped away. She couldn't imagine the kinds of awful things they might have done to put her in such a sorry state. She couldn't even walk. Was this... Was she dead!? She began freaking out silently, pacing around and trying to not hyperventilate. Goodness, this was horrifying. And yet... she couldn't help but think of ma and pa back home. What if they never found out about this place? Where was pa when you needed him? He could rough them up real good. This man arm wrestled with Ursarings. Well, one Ursaring. Once. She laced her fingers over her heart and tried to control her breathing, hoping that all would be well and she could just... leave. Yeah. Maybe they'd let her go if she behaved. She didn't have much of another option... For now, perhaps she could grab someone's attention.

"Hello? Anyone? My name is Savannah, um... I think there might be some kind of mix-up! I'm just a flower merchant and I haven't committed any crimes. I don't know why I'm in a cell or what I did, but I'm sorry. Could I... Please go home to my ma and pa now?" She stuck her arm as far through the bars as she could to try and divert attention to her talking. Hopefully they had some kind of heart to let her go back. Nothing much even happened to her and she was ready to break down and cry from the fear. But taking some kind of action was better than none.

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Character Portrait: NPC: Clara Redwood Character Portrait: Desiree Johnson Character Portrait: Savannah Rem

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From her small, barred window, Desiree could see other faces coming to see what was happening as well, all peering through similar bars. Everyone seemed confused, unsure. That meant she wasn't the only one to end up here by mysterious means. That meant it wasn't just some weird memory loss, unless everyone else had lost their memories as well. That just didn't seem likely.

"Hey," she finally spoke once she was sure her voice wouldn't shake, gripping the bars and trying to see as many people as she could, which wasn't too many. From one she could see someone sticking their arms out. Likely female, by the shape of them. "I don't know what happened, but we all seem to be here without much of a reason. I... well, I'm Desiree, and as far as I can remember I didn't do anything to end up here either." Some of her short brown hair fell into her face, but she left it there to hide her eyes that threatened to spill over with tears. Despite her sure voice, the girl was utterly terrified. Her knuckles were white from their tight grip on her bars, trying to keep them from shaking. "They took our Pokemon, so they're asking for trouble... damn there has to be a way-" she cut off when she saw the two from before, coming to take away another victim. Taking a few steps back, she prayed to any god that could be out there, any thing that might listen that it wasn't her turn. Maybe it was wrong to condemn someone else, but right now, what matter was getting out and finding her pokemon.

Maybe something listened, because there was the sound of a different door opening with a clang. There was the sound of scuffling, and as Desiree watched with horror, they dragged some new girl away while she tried to fight against them. Letting out a small sigh of relief, she let her forehead rest against the cool metal bars. "We need to get out of here somehow..." she spoke fairly softly. Coming up with an idea, she carefully slid one arm out of the bars as far as she could, reaching down to wear the outside handle was and feeling around. Unfortunately, she couldn't feel what she was looking for. "Hey, can anybody with long arms reach down to the key hole? I might still have a bobby pin we can try and pick the locks with!"

"Please refrain from escape attempts," a calm, low female voice spoke. Almost disturbingly silent, a strange form in a brown cloak appeared in front of Desiree's door. She could only see the lady's mouth, her head completely covered in what almost had to be a bed sheet with how far it extended out to the left and right, covering some odd shapes. Extremely long, dark brown hair spilling out from the hood was the only other defining feature of this person under their cloak. "Professor Redwood would not be pleased, and I will have to stop you." Without waiting for any more answer, the woman turned and walked back to wherever she had come from.

"Well you can tell the kind Professor that he can stick it..." Desiree muttered back angrily, sticking out her tongue childishly. Carefully, she pulled out the bobby pin that kept her hair pushed behind one ear and began to fiddle with it, debating is she should risk an escape attempt, not know if the woman was still there, watching.

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Character Portrait: NPC: Clara Redwood Character Portrait: Desiree Johnson Character Portrait: Alexander Ashfist Character Portrait: Mariko Watanabe Character Portrait: Kyle Hawthorne Character Portrait: Savannah Rem

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Alexander Ashfist

Alexander saw many people starting to wake and move to there bars, being dragged to there cells, there faces obscured for the most part. He could only see a few faces. Too his left the man in his cell was panicking. Though the mess of noise he got his name was Kyle. He moved over to the left side of his cell and put his good hand though the bars so it should be able to be grasped. "Alexander Ashfist, do not be worried my friend we will get out of here" The person in front of him was a girl with white hair. Said her name was Savannah. she seemed quite graceful though confused. "And you young lady, ill get you home to your parents, when we get out of here"

The girl next to her was Desiree, she seemed quite calm given everything that was going on. On the other side of the white haired girl was some young blond haired girl who seemed to be suffering. feeling bad for her he simply tried to give her an encouraging smile.

It was clear that even though there were others in the sound of all this it was hard to pick them out. Moving equipment, other captives moaning, or yelling from panic he could not make anything else out. One thing was clear though, all of them where confused and scared, many in pain. It was odd though, he understood that he had fallen and the attack from behind had hurt him but what about everyone else, many seemed unharmed but where suffering.

They must have done something to them. They have a large abound of people here this is no small operation There must be a reason they needed us but it looks like it is to test something out but what? a new drug? could be human trafficking but they would have no reason to harm us then. looking around he knew things would get worse of no one got any of there questions resolved. As Alexander was about to speak up he saw the girl Desiree try to pick the lock for her cage. No what are you doing! not when everything is so busy there is no wa- Alexanders thoughts where cut off as a woman stepped in front of her cage.

"Please refrain from escape attempts,Professor Redwood would not be pleased, and I will have to stop you". the woman spoke. She had some weird antlers on her head. probably just some odd seance of fashion. from where he was he could see her eyes from the side but knew they were cold and uncaring. They sent a chill down his spine. Alexander did not like that woman.

As much as he would like to be quite and draw as little attention to himself he knew he could not. "Of course not your little professor probably wants all us in good shape for his little experiments." he said in a hushed tone. then he took a break in and spoke loudly "Hey everyone who is locked up like myself, let me give you all my educated guess. You all like myself have been kidnapped, spirited away. We are not here by accident and there is probably no way out."

He paused for a brief moment giving those paying attention a chance to process this. "The good news is that they most likely have little to no intent to harm us directly but use us as some sort of test subjects. they have taken our Pokemon and have no intent to return them I am guessing. Isn't that right mam?" he asked the woman in a lab coat trying to get her to look at him and forget about the young lady she was speaking too. He quickly shoot her and everyone else who could see him a smile. and thought to himself Fuck, we are in deep shit

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Character Portrait: Desiree Johnson Character Portrait: Alexander Ashfist Character Portrait: Zane Ortiga Character Portrait: Matthew King Character Portrait: Mariko Watanabe Character Portrait: Kyle Hawthorne Character Portrait: Savannah Rem

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Mariko wasn't exactly relieved when she heard other voices coming from various directions. She was tall enough to see outside of her cell window towards the top of the door. People from all different walks of life were around. She heard a young girl speaking right next to her. Poor thing didn't sound much older than 16. However, Mari's condition didn't really allow her to speak. One could see flames coming out of her cell. It seemed that everything in Mariko's cell had been fireproofed. This meant that whoever that man was intended this result. Her whole body felt as though it was being charred alive, especially her stomach. Then, the smell of fear hit her nose. A girl two cells down had been caught trying to escape. She could see the woman with the antlers, keeping guard of the prisoners like it was her only purpose in this life.

Of course, this girl was the next one to be taken and injected just as she was. The woman with the scent of deer upon her approached her cell silently. Then, she slid something under the door. Food and...a dress? The woman mentioned something about a "thank you gift from Father for being his first successful Vulpix." What the hell did that even mean? Mariko was not in a position to complain, so she took it with a nod. After the woman left her cell, Mari had gotten changed. It was a very high quality dress, exactly her size. High collar, long sleeved, and the same shade of beige as her hair. There were also essential undergarments for a girl her age plus some brown, nylon tights that were also her size. She noticed on the tags that they were also fireproof. They must have made them for her while she was knocked out. "How thoughtful..." Mari said sarcastically. The food was standard with a little kick of spice. Of course, the poor girl coughed and her flames were more prominent this time.

She looked at herself again, closely this time. A Vulpix, huh? Is that what she was supposed to be? It hit her hard, since Mari had a Vulpix herself that she held dear to her. She had raised it from an egg...everyone had appreciated it because it happened to have a different color scheme...Wait. That meant...."No, not my Hana...it couldn't be, could it?" There were too many similarities to deny that fact. They had captured her Pokemon and were using them for...whatever this was. Just like the other Trainers who are here. How cruel it was that they used her Vulpix against her. She couldn't have imagined the pain they were going through. With this realization, Mariko fell silent. There were no tears, just blank stares across the room. The old Mariko was no more.

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Character Portrait: NPC: Clara Redwood Character Portrait: Walter Character Portrait: Mara Character Portrait: Desiree Johnson Character Portrait: Alexander Ashfist Character Portrait: Zane Ortiga Character Portrait: Matthew King Character Portrait: Athena Faust Character Portrait: Mariko Watanabe Character Portrait: Kyle Hawthorne Character Portrait: Savannah Rem Character Portrait: Nola Winchess Character Portrait: kasimir Oskar Character Portrait: Helena Rosecraft Character Portrait: Elizabeth Veleno Character Portrait: Michaela 'Mika' Kudrow Character Portrait: Michaela Kudrow Character Portrait: Joseph Time Character Portrait: Kris Booklin

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Character Portrait: Kris Booklin Kris Booklin says,
 “ *kris begins to open his eyes since the last thing he could remember is heading to a new route but then he got knocked out and the rest is a blur as be as ”

Characters Present

Character Portrait: NPC: Clara Redwood Character Portrait: Walter Character Portrait: Mara Character Portrait: Desiree Johnson Character Portrait: Alexander Ashfist Character Portrait: Zane Ortiga Character Portrait: Matthew King Character Portrait: Athena Faust Character Portrait: Mariko Watanabe Character Portrait: Kyle Hawthorne Character Portrait: Savannah Rem Character Portrait: Nola Winchess Character Portrait: kasimir Oskar Character Portrait: Helena Rosecraft Character Portrait: Elizabeth Veleno Character Portrait: Michaela 'Mika' Kudrow Character Portrait: Michaela Kudrow Character Portrait: Joseph Time Character Portrait: Kris Booklin

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Character Portrait: Kris Booklin Kris Booklin says,
 “ He realizes he is in a hospital that has prison bars?* "where am I?" He wondered ”