"Damn, and I'd brought the fucking big guns for this one too..."  Orion mused with a frown, kicking the discarded aluminum skull of what probably would have been a really hard raid boss.  Some secret lab on beta island?  Sure to be filled with hella steel and electric types, and man was he stacked.  Behind him, two towering hulks of muscle, fire and fur were...well not towering, cause the devs at gamefreak were cowards afraid of humanoid pokemon that aren't manlets, but they loomed with a sense of impending danger ready to take on anything and everything.  They too had come to tussle, and unlike the Carl Douglas song, nobody was kung fu fighting.  Instead there were laser traps with no lasers, robots with no sick karate moves, and there was most certainly no rhythm game like puzzle.  Alright Hydance, what were you playing at?

Apparently some fuckin nerd shit it would seem.  

"Hey boss!"  Ares would grunt, squinting.  "Adventure is all good in all, but like..."  he would motion to behind them where it appeared a child had also somehow found their way into the quest and was trailing a decent way behind them.  "This a good idea?"

"I mean," Orion would shrug.  "Face check all the danger and let the little girl enjoy herself eh?"

"Gotcha."  Achilles would reply stepping forward.  "So uh, what is this thing?"

"No fuckin clue."  Orion would quip back.  "Try flipping levers and stuff till we turn on the encounter."

"Is that safe?"  Ares would ask stomping forward.  

"As safe as anything really."  Orion would reply flipping a lever and squinting labels that were equal parts inscrutable as they were esoteric.  There was probably some sort of OSHA safety binder running around somewhere, probably with clear and intuitive instructions on how to operate this machine with no risk of self harm, but that was for whimps.  Instead Orion found something called "Sample collector" and grabbed at it with an ungloved hand.  "Ah fuck!"  Orion would hiss, snatching his hand back as a partially filled vial would fly through the air.  What transpired next was so absurd it looked like something out of a comedy movie, Achilles would fumble to snatch the offending syringe, only to prick himself on it.  Hissing, the cat would swing their arm away from them, dislodging the syringe and sending to towards Ares, who would catch the needle end of the syringe with his face.  Howling in pain, the boar would swipe at the offending prick and send it packing with a piggy punch, right into the machine.  A machine by Orion's hand lit up, already in the on position from the man's thoughtless tampering, sending whatever weird macho slurry of definitely not furry bait straight into chamber that ought to be renamed "Cradle of Gods Mistake"

The resulting mad science montage birthed well...something majestic.  A rippling red wall of fire, machismo, and muscle.  A mountain of a tusked tiger, the usual belt/haramaki of the progenitor mons fused into some oriental styled wrestling belt, alight with roaring flames that lit the room greater than the art of its creation.  It had massive clawed fists that looked like they could grab Orion by the face and fling him to space, powerful legs that could crush a watermelon made of steel between their thighs.  And...Orion's eyes?  

Oh dear, Orion couldn't afford child support.

"Uhh..."
"Uhh.."
"Uhh.."

"Uhh..." The Frankenmon mimicked.  This was going to be one of those adventures.  

Rose had to admit, she had no idea what was going on, but it was oh so interesting.

An evil villain's lair! Just like the cartoons she watched on Saturday morning! Big laser guns on the walls that could fry something to bits! Deactivated laser grid walls that could slice like a cheese grater! Trapdoors and ejector pads and giant robots! She felt absolutely giddy, giggling to herself as she felt like some kind of secret agent or superhero just waddling into the base without being stopped!

Of course, every time she tried to wander too close to something potentially dangerous, her Bombirdier grabbed the back of her shirt with her beak and gently dragged her back.

"Now now," The bird pokemon would begin. "We should not grow overconfident. This place is teeming with dangers. You need to stay safe, dearie."

"Aww, come one!" Rose would begin, eyes drifting over towards the other trainers. "Nobody else has a babysitter bird!"

"That's because you're the lucky one, dearie." The Bombirdier would speak again, before gently pulling Rose into their pouch and lifting her up. "But also, because nobody else has a bird, silly. That man has a cat and a pig." She'd speak, of course, referring to orioncayge .

"It is only logical to be careful in unknown situations." The Voltorb suddenly spoke as it rolled down the hallway along with them. "Whoever built this place must be a genius of some level. Perhaps not as intelligent as me, but certainly up there." They'd hum to themselves, twirling about. "Those robots look quite advanced... for an amateur. If I had arms, I would have constructed my own secret lair ages ago."

Rose huffed softly, crossing her arms as she was carried like a baby into the main chamber.

She tried to fight out of the stork's grasp at first to look around, but then simply watched in awe as two of the other trainers seemingly... created a third pokemon on accident

"Oooh! How did you guys do that!" Rose spoke out loud, poking her head out from the stork's pouch.

"Hmm, how peculiar." The Voltorb spoke, their excited eyes quickly scanning over the new fusion pokemon. "Whoever constructed this base must have been some kind of freak geneticist, to experiment with the DNA of Pokemon. Creating life! Oh, what I would do if I had arms-"

"What's DNA?" Rose spoke, gently slipping from the Bombirdier's grasp, but still remaining close by.

"It's uh," The Voltorb would hum, rolling back and forth as it thought how to break things down for the young girl. "The building blocks of life. Think of it like, a tiny secret message in your body, that shows how you look."

"Ooh." Rose was in total awe, staring at the fusions, and then back at her two pokemon. She didn't understand a word that the Voltorb said, but it sounded cool. Her eyes were extremely wide, silently begging.

"No, no absolutely not. We should not-" The Bombirdier began before the Voltorb rudely interrupted them.

"Of course we should! Think about what we have to learn! Think about our powers combined, what a force to be reckoned with! Besides, with your motherly nature and kind soul, and my intellect and raw destructive power, we could create the ultimate protector. How about that?" Of course, he just wanted to see what would happen, but he was a manipulative little ball.

The bird paused, seemingly tempted by the Voltorb's offer. "... I suppose we can give it a try. But if it goes wrong, I'm blaming you Wattson."

"Oh, please Gerana, I know what I'm doing. Since when have I steered you wrong before?"

"Many times." The apparently named Gerana spoke bluntly.

"Not the point!" Wattson would immediately turn around, wobbling on its round form as it faced Rose. "Grab that vial on the counter there, lass!"

Rose was absolutely ecstatic, entirely unaware of the moral complications that creating life had, blissfully unaware and simply excited for a new friend. She grabbed the vial, and held it out for the Voltorb, only for him to spit straight into the vial! "Ewwww, that's gross!"

"But efficient! Now, Gerana, if you will, a feather? Unless you'd also like to spit in the jar-"

"No no, this is already weird enough as is." The Bombirdier would pluck a feather from its coat and hand it to the child.

Rose immediately went to work, following Wattson's instructions based on the other two fusions, and set the DNA into the device. Almost immediately, it began to hum to life, a glowing yellow light shimmering, and the audible sound of electricity crackling as a form took shape.

Red and white wings crackled with electricity, connected to a fairly rotund body with a long, beautiful neck and pouch similar to the Bombirdier. And yet, it almost seemed like if it folded in on itself, closed its wings, tucked up its legs, and pulled its head close, it would be remarkably close to a sphere. However, as it stood at it's full height, it almost appeared graceful. Almost being the keyword, as the wild energy in its eyes betrayed any attempts at grace and serenity.

"Oh my..." It began. stepping out of the chamber with careful, yet precise steps. "Where... am I?"

DUNGEON: PSI ISLAND

⚠️🚨Do Not Enter🚨⚠️

SPOILER: Click to show

{DUNGEON THEME}

ROUND 2: STRESS TEST

As the fourth pod opens, releasing a massive, ghostly chimera into the lab, a chime sounds overhead, accompanied by a sharp, digitized voice.

"GENETIC CORES ONE, TWO, THREE, AND FOUR SUCCESSFULLY NUCLEATED WITH COMPATIBLE PARTNER DNA.

GENE PODS ONE, TWO, THREE, AND FOUR UNSEALED.

INITIATING REMOTE MONITORING.

LEVY 1: LIFE SIGNS STABLE. ELEVATED TEMPERATURE INDICATES FIRE DNA NUCLEATION. INCREASED MUSCLE MASS SUGGESTS FIGHTING DNA

LEVY 2: LIFE SIGNS STABLE. ELEVATED TEMPERATURE INDICATES FIRE DNA NUCLEATION. INCREASED FLUID LEVELS SUGGESTS WATER DNA.

LEVY 3: LIFE SIGNS STABLE. SKELETAL SCAN SHOWS LOW BONE DENSITY. POSSIBLE IMPACT OF FLYING DNA. TRACE METALS MASSIVELY ELEVATED. ELECTROCHEMISTRY INDICATES ELECTRIC DNA.

LEVY 4: LIFE SIGNS NOT DETECTED. MOVEMENT INDICATED LEVY HAS NUCLEATED WITH GHOST DNA. INCREASED FLUID LEVELS SUGGESTS WATER DNA.

DUAL NUCLEATIONS STABLE. NO UNEXPECTED ANOMOLIES DETECTED.

INITIATING STRESS TEST.

PHASE ONE: FOCUSED LIGHT FIELD AVOIDANCE"

Four pillars, each with dozens of lens eyes, protrude from the tiled floor. The LASER TURRETS swivel and twitch, mechanical 'eyes' following you and your Pokemon.

Beams of harsh red light ricochet between the pillars and off the walls, floor and ceiling, creating a 3D grid worthy of an over-defended bank vault. The lab equipment seems impervious to the burning beams, merely reflecting the light around the room.

It is clear to anyone that has played video games before that anyone (or anything) that gets too close to the last turrets will be blasted to smithereens.

"TRIAL SUCCESS CONDITION: DESTROY ALL LASER TURRETS"

PRIMARY REQUIREMENT:
Destroy one of the four laser turrets using your chimera. It has access to all moves in the level up moveset of both parents.
Once destroyed, each laser turret will drop a DNA strand that will fuse with your chimera in your next post.

SPOILER: Click to show

{DNA}
-DNA strands will automatically fuse with your chimera
-When prompted, roll for the strand in this thread
-Feel free to describe the fusion

SECONDARY REQUIREMENTS:
-Talk to and bond with your chimera
-Have your chimera take damage (from the lasers or something else)

Rose Garden Silvermoon orioncayge Lucky Guy
This round will end in 48 hours. 11:00 PM April 2nd (Japan time)

Silermoon finally managed to get out a question of their own. "What... are you?" It was curiosity and wonderment (and the smallest bit nervous fear). This wasn't their torchic, or buizel. All the other trainers seemed mystified, so this clearly wasn't a common happening, if it even happened at all. This pokemon was new, some... other, third thing.

He looked at Silvermoon, eyebrows coming down in concern, and when he spoke- <I'm me.>

And Silvermoon saw him differently, then, not as a fusion of what they already knew, but as something wholly unique and different, in his own right. Silvermoon moved forward, reaching gently- slow enough that the pokemon could shy away, if he wanted- and he didn't, mashing the rough feathers of his cheek against Silvermoon's hand.

A sharp chime interrupted them.

GENETIC CORES ONE, TWO, THREE, AND FOUR SUCCESSFULLY NUCLEATED WITH COMPATIBLE PARTNER DNA.

The voice went on, slowly describing each of the fusions in turn. Silvermoon's flared their crest a bit as they were described, maybe proudly. "... If this was on... why were all the defenses off?" Silvermoon mused, feeling uncertainty creep into them. What... what was the point of all this?

INITIATING STRESS TEST.

Silvermoon jolted as the towers slid into view, and went absolutely still as the towers' eyes looked at them. And the beams of light appeared, moving so slowly across the room-

And the pokemon slammed into Silvermoon, knocking them back against the wall, a laser cutting through where Silvermoon had been standing. He huffed irritably, straightening- and Silvermoon could see a gash along his arm, from where he'd been an instant too slow in avoiding the beam. "H-hey-" They tried weakly.

<Stay there.> They said, eyes panning for the others- buizel was diving through the spaces between the lasers, Phoenix already nestled against Silvermoon's back. Good- they would be safe. Now, though, the towers had to be dealt with.

He lunged forward, weaving through the bright lasers, flames slowly bursting across its feathers until he was entirely cloaked, slamming into a turret with force and heat enough to snap it in half, huffing as he landed. He picked through the rubble, getting something in his paws and tapping back over to Silvermoon. <Here- Put it in the machine. I think... I can use this.> They said, offering a small vial to the trainer. Silvermoon took it, studying the twisting projection of DNA.

"In- the machine? But-" The pokemon was not listening, already scrabbling back into the machine. Silvermoon paused, looking at the strand again, and very slowly slid it into the machine.

Rose admittedly didn't quite know what to do, except be in total awe. "Wow!" The little girl exclaimed, wiggling where she stood in excitement. "You're real! Really Real! So cool! You're in a secret lab!"

The fused Pokemon's eyes slowly scanned around, only listening to the sudden voice that spoke from some unseen speakers. "Ahh, I see. I am an experiment, a genetic fusion of the two before me. Of that, remains clear. But to what purpose is my existence?"

"Honestly? I don't know!" Wattson suddenly interjected with a cackle of his own. "Science demands experimentation! And-" He himself was interrupted as the voice began talking about a stress test. "Ooooh, it looks like the owner of this lab had the same idea. Duck!"

Rose ducked on instinct, and her Bombirdier immediately wrapped its wings around the little girl protecting her as the laser grid suddenly activated.

Wattson, unfortunately, could not duck, squeeze, or go prone, as he was quite simply, an orb. But he did roll beneath a table, abusing the fact that the lab equipment seemed impervious to the beams and protect himself.

The fusion, however, seemed confused for a brief moment. "I am no duck, I am a-"

Their words were ever so rudely interrupted by a laser, and a pained avian screech poured from their beak. Instantly shifting into attack mode, the fusion's eyes suddenly began to glimmer with this shining yellow coat, that quickly spread across their body like a Mirror Coat.

The lasers immediately began to reflect off their body like a shimmering mirror, leaving them mostly unharmed asides from an obvious burn on their beautiful red and white feathers. "Ahh, I see." The fusion began to speak once more, their beak twisting into a wide smirk. "I am born to be powerful! Created to become the best I can be, to become untouchable! A trial to prove my right to exist, so be it!"

"How about, born to be a friend?" Said Rose, still buried beneath a bird and barely able to see what was going on.

"... Yes, that will work too. Friendship sounds like a lovely concept. I think I can stand to study the idea later. Friendship would be a prime motivator to encourage myself to act at full strength." The fusion said with a cocky, confident laugh, backed up by the Voltorb's almost mad laughter.

Stretching out their wings, one visibly injured and not raised as high, the laser reflected off their shimmering coat of energy and was returned to sender, shredding the technology and reducing it to melted metal and scrap. It seemed the other fusions had taken care of quite a few lasers themselves, and were left to find another hidden vial of DNA within the rubble.

"My my," The fusion spoke, stretching its legs to walk properly for the first time as he moved over to grab the vial with one of its feet. "I do believe, I have yet to finish growing."

"Oooooh!" Rose was simply starstruck, her eyes would have literal stars in them if they could as she stared up at her beautiful, majestic orb bird friend. "Yes! Yes yes, all the yes! So cool! Let's make you grow even bigger!"

"Oh dear," Her Bombirdier would mumble to themselves, visibly worrying over what to do about their... child? The realization dawned on her, and she didn't really know how to process it.

"Well then," the fusion began, grinning down at the excitable trainer. "Shall we?" And it promptly ate the vial, right then and there.

"Oh ho oh oooooh"  Orion mused, watching the karate bots drop out of the various hatches, ready to throw some hands.  You could say that things had gone from a level of nobody was kung fu fighting, to a large majority of the gathered persons were in fact engaging in various levels of kung fu fighting.  The goal was easy, two keys and it was time to get the fuck outta dodge.  Getting there was harder in reality than on paper, but also it involved punching and if there was anything his team was good at, it was kicking ass and taking names.  

Achilles dashed forward and grabbed the first bot, bringing his knee upwards into it's uncanny robotic face, smashing it's metal nose back into it's stupid metal face.  Discarding one bot for another, he would work his way through the crowd fighting towards the water to try and clear a path.  Multiple foes got hit with a sick Darkest Lariat and followed by a dab, which was not part of the move but hours of practicing with Orion had left certain bad habits.

"Get the red key in the fan hall Ares and-" he paused and stared at the newest iteration of his new chimeric friend.  His general shape had gone mostly unchanged, yet his skin was uh...well it was obvious he'd put some mimikyu in him.  He looked like someone's sad fursuit rendition of the Inciniboar, his fur was mottled shades of red and black stitched together with jagged and obvious threadwork.  The fire of his belt had turned into a sinister purple shade, and little licks of black flame seethed from the gaps in stitching.  It straddled the line between looking absurd and fucking rad, like WWE in the eighties.  "-Morpheus.  Get our key out and lets go play some catch after this or something eh?"  

"On it pops!"  
"You got it boss!"  

The two burly mon charged down the crowd, tearing their way through karate kogs with a barrage of fire and fists.  Upon reaching the base beneath the open hatch, Ares would lace his fingers together and drop into a stance.  Morpheus would step into his clutched fingers and jump as his DNA donor hefted him into the air.  Lightened by his lack of actual mass anymore, Morpheus sailed through the air and muscled up into the vent system pausing to stare at the spinning blades that would surely rip his costume to shreds.  "Alright man, he gave you a name, pops is counting on us..."  the Minciniboar muttered to itself.  "Come on Morpheus, its Morphin time."  Using his new found powers was as easy as flexing a muscle he'd always had, using the power of shadow sneak he would flit across the rapidly moving shadows, shade to shade til he'd found his way to the end and found a...blue key.

"What?  Why is the blue key up here?  Blue is water coded as fuck!"  Morpheus mused, not sure how he knew that at all.  "Anyways time to..." he went to shadow sneak, but in the process dropped the key causing him to pause.  "FUCK!"  the ghostly cat boar roared.  "IM STUCK UNLESS WE DO SOMETHING ABOUT ALL THESE FANS!"

Rose wasn't really intelligent enough to understand all the things that the voice from above was saying, but her Voltorb certainly was, and it seemed he caught on pretty quickly.

"After each success, they are given another DNA strand to fuse with, remarkable... I'd very much like to meet the owner of this lab. His studies must be most thoroughly engaging."

The fusion's feathers grew and elongated, spikes and scales forming along their body. Twisting and turning into a large, powerful form. Their beak twisted, almost resembling the barrel of a rifle, and a shell-like protrusion along the back of their neck formed like armor to protect themselves. But the weirdest part was what happened to their limbs.

Their legs plumped up, growing stronger, more muscular, powerful, and oddly enough arms burst out from their torso. They didn't seem to be super dextrous, but enough to manipulate things easier. Their chest, right above the bird-like pouch, seemed to fold inwards, a pitch-black abyss.

"Hahaha!" The Fusion began, stretching out its new scaled wings. "Oh, I've never felt such power! Technically, I've not felt many things, but if this is to be a first feeling, then I shall revel in it!"

Rose was still in awe, scrambling up from beneath her Bombirdier to give him a sudden hug. "Ooh! You're so cool! We're going to be the best of friends after we beat these tests! I hate tests though, I hope none of them involve math..."

The fusion laughed, wrapping their arms and wings around the child. "Even if they involve math, we shall conquer it! We shall travel across this world, and conquer all threats in our way! With your cute face at my side, the motivation to dominate this world will surely never fail me!"

Rose giggled, turning her head around to look at her other Pokemon. "You hear that Gerana? I don't have to do math no more! They'll do it for me! We're going to con-ker it! ... What does conker mean?"

The stork Pokemon sighed, shaking their head. Way too focused on the sudden intrusion of robotic kung-fu robots charging their way to care about Rose's dislike of Math. With a Wing Attack knocking them off their feet, they soared upwards into the air and out of immediate harm.

Only for the robots to charge toward the fusion as soon as they got back up with a dramatic, and admittedly cool flip.

They immediately laughed, twisting around to protect Rose from them as they spread their wings behind them. Their wings folded out further and further until they looked almost like a perfect circle, a shield behind them. A trio of robots slam their mechanical limbs into the wing-shell, only for the wings to glow with a bright light, as an explosion rocked the base, their Shell Trap card activated.

Fire and flames erupted, blasting the robots apart as smoke and exhaust poured out from the void in their chest. Paired with the wild laughter of the fusion, Rose was giggling like crazy herself. Being so close to the explosion had shot her hair backward, and soot covered her face. But she was not only unharmed but clearly never been happier.

"You! Are! The! Coolest!" She shouted in amazement, dancing where she stood out of total uncontrollable excitement. A proper little jig and a spin, the dance of a child with absolutely no worries or fears in the world.

"Hoo, boy!" Wattson shouted out, rolling out from under the table. "You are the Mother Of All Bombs, aren't ya! Go on, take care of tasty fish below, me and Gerana will watch the kid!"

"Hmm," The fusion hummed, obviously deep in thought as it began to move. "Gerana, is my winged progenitor, yes? I have just realized I lack a name. Then I shall take inspiration from your words. For I am Moab, the Mother Of All Bombs. I quite like this."

With another mad cackle from the fusion immediately after their oddly calm thoughtful moment, they twisted around, and just jumped straight into the pit.

"Hah, a brave one!" Wattson began, glancing up at Gerana. "They must have gotten that trait from me! My courage is definitely a defining character trai-"

"Tough words from the man who hid under the table." The Bombirdier quickly cut them off, lifting Rose and Wattson up into their pouch, flying them up and out of the reach of the swinging and wild limbs of the robotic assaulters.

In the pit, Moab had practically dive-bombed straight down, spreading their wings at the last second and catching themselves in the air, circling over the pit. Opening their beak, electricity crackled within their throat, before blasting out in a Charge Beam. The continuous beam of energy roasts some of the fish in the water below.

The smell of cooked fish wafted up from the pit. Delicious. They couldn't help but take a bite of the spare flesh that had been discarded by the Veluza, enjoying their first, actual meal.