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Closed Pandemic II

Saya sat up straight, because it was kind of obvious she wasn't going to get any more sleep.
She couldn't even be upset. Plusles didn't get upset.
She thought about what someone had just said. Using electric moves on themselves? It was worth a try. At least the pain might help her escape the thoughts of being in a cramped cell with a deadly virus creaping down her throat.
She thought of using Thunder fang.
'Probably the most sensible idea. If there was one.' She muttered.
She began building up electricity in her teeth. Then, once they began to hurt, sunk them into her lower arm.
Electricity flowed through her body, making her shudder, and the pain made her let out a barely audible scream. Blood trickled down her arm.
"Well, that hurt more than I expected it to." She said aloud. It was probably the loudest thing she had said since she was confined.
 
Philippe looked at his own hand. The glow was faintly fading in and out. "You know what? That's probably why we're in here. To see if we can survive in the first place.", he noted.
 
"You didn't have to attack yourself," Timothy snapped. The viruses were getting on his nerves, and thus increasing his irritation. "Just use a special attack on the wall or something." With that, sparks started emanating from his hair. He soon glowed with electricity, and it escaped with a lightning-bolt that roared at the wall. Timothy started thinking. What if the bolts were shaped like dragons, and he could actually control them? That would be cool. But that would take lots and lots of training. It was worth it, right? Definitely. But where would he find someone that would teach him? He stored the thought in the back of his mind for later. For now he would have to focus on surviving, as someone else had said. It was probably a test, also explained by that guy. Timothy didn't disagree in the slightest. This wasn't good, but it wasn't the worst thing that could happen. At least they weren't being eaten by gigantic Gyarados.
 
Noah shuddered as he listened to the others around him speculate about how useful it would be to use electric attacks. It was less because of their actions and words, and more because he was agreeing that they should do it - for a totally different reason. If the virus liked electricity, it would probably be attracted to anyone who generated it, and that would mean less of the viruses would be attracted toward him.

And, well, they weren't anywhere near as strong as real electric pokemon, so enough viruses could probably still eat all of the electricity one of the test subjects could generate, and then act as if they were normal humans. So... as long as they kept using electric attacks (which he was sure wouldn't harm a virus that absorbed the energy), it meant that he might have a tiny little bit higher chance of survival.

When one of the others - he wasn't sure who, and he wasn't about to look up - mentioned that the test was to see if they would even survive, he instantly agreed. He also thought that it should be fairly obvious... but he hadn't been thinking that, even though he should've. Maybe it was just because he had hoped that they wouldn't just be thrown away like that.
 
"If you break down this wall, you will infect the rest of the people in the build, as well as the innocent people of this town! We are here to save them from this horror, not expose them to it"

Kit's hair sparks as he spoke, a slight growl in his voice. He looks at the walls and ceiling of the room, temper fading from him.

"Plus...they'd have lined the walls with rubber...so nothing can get in or out"
 
Sapphire twitched her tail. "Just be quiet, or you'll make the death worse for us all."

Already her heart was beginning to hurt, and she was almost crying.
 
Saya listened to the argument going on. She just wanted to yell at them to shut up, and if they weren't all in a small enclosed space, she would have.
"If they have lined the walls and floor with rubber, then we could break through that if someone knows a non-electric move. And the system the scietists are using most probably has a override or something, in case there was somewhere the virus managed to get out." Saya said, deciding to join in the conversation.
 
Mark was wondering what the logic was behind using Electric attacks on the viruses. It would just feed them, like throwing bags of marshmallows at hungry children. It would make sense, hypothetically, to use non-electric attacks to try and break out, but there were probably gaurds or something.... Mark rubbed his horns, wondering why this had happened. He wasn't so much annoyed about the entire Electric Pokemon DNA thing, it was just that he hadn't chosen this, or even comitted a crime that would make him eligible. Mark had just been snatched up during a storm.... Truthfully, he thought he would have volunteered, if he hadn't been forced. "Hey, can anybody else use a Pokemon attack that's not an Electric-type? Cause I can use Power Gem..."
 
"Crunch," Sapphire said quickly. "But unless you would like me to bite you very hard, that's not a good idea."
 
"I think we're talking about the walls here," Timothy told her, and continued to think.

Can I use anything? No, I only know electric attacks. Too bad.
 
Kit sighs, pacing in the small room. He runs a hand through his hair, feeling his sanity slowly fade.

I'm going insane...

"We need...to chill, to just chill..."

He rubs his arms a bit, still pacing back and forth in the room.

Need to think...need to calm down...think of...of...

"Angel...my sweet little Angel..."
 
What can I use? Light screen., Philippe thought. He asked, "You know, they could let us out at some point, if they're, in fact, seeing if it kills us or not. I suppose they figure we've been in here long enough at some point. Heck, maybe they're watching us right now."
 
Timothy shot another Thundershock at a random point in the air. He began to think.

"I wish my lightning bolts were shaped like dragons," he blurted absently. He decided to finish what he had started. "There's probably someone who could teach me, or is there? I'm determined to believe that there is one, and maybe it would even be possible if there were some sort of Raikou person who could teach me."
 
Noah, personally, hoped that they wouldn't break out of this room; even if it were possible and wouldn't cause all sorts of problems when scores of armed men came after them, it would release the virus... everywhere, probably. Even if maybe the scientists deserved it for what they did to Noah and the other test subjects, they'd probably pass it on to more people who didn't deserve it. They were here, ultimately, to help fight the virus and find a cure... so they really shouldn't be quickening its spread.

But, well... the walls were probably reinforced with a ton of stuff much stronger than rubber, and probably had conductors within that led to the ground so electricity would have little effect if it got through the rubber. So he didn't need to stop them; the power of science should do it for him.

He wasn't quite fully aware of his rising frustration, but that was probably what drove him to speak when Timothy spoke. Noah's voice sounded irritable and cranky, which wasn't too far off from his true feelings.

"Does it matter what pokemon-person teaches you? We all have weak powers and not much control, since we're not the real pokemon. Even more experienced pokemon don't do specially-shaped electric bolts, do they? But maybe that's because there's no point so nobody bothered. So. Leave that to television."

It was easier to speak when he had his eyes closed, though he immediately regretted it anyway. Why had he just given his opinion? Even though he was just being logical, he was ruining someone's (futile, yes, but also fun) dreams. Well, that's what people might tell him.

But he also wondered at the Raikou-person comment. Why Raikou? Zapdos was cooler in his opinion, if a legendary had to be chosen... but how the hell were scientists supposed to get Raikou's genes? And if they had, why would they use them on the initial (or one of, or so it seemed) test subjects?

Well, it could happen. But it didn't make sense, and when in one of his worse moods, that was enough to piss him off.
 
"You have absolutely no sense of imagination," said Timothy, before continuing rambling on about how cool powerful elecricity was--in his own mind. He didn't want to irritate any more potential spoilsports.
 
Sapphire was asleep, still, but something told her something important was going on. She didn't bother waking up, however, and continued dreaming about a swarm of Scyther. They were all flying above the tree tops, except one, which was on the ground. "Fury cutter," it hissed, then leaped into the air.

((This is based on the first Pokémon dream I ever had.))
 
Fernando said to the group, "Hey, I know Power Gem. I'll try it." So he did. But the wall stayed firm. Fernando then told Mark, "Power Gem doesn't work."
 
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