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"Oh. Sorry. I didn't realize the keys were still in here," replied April, although to her ears it sounded more like a mixture of barks and growls - this was actually the first time she had used her voice since getting trapped in this place. "I couldn't see anything but the silver flames, either. I didn't know that the cages were so close together."

She titled her head, wondering why the Pokemon that was speaking - for she still couldn't see anything aside from the silver flames, as the metal had cooled by now - had the keys in the first place. "Why do you have the keys, anyway?" she asked skeptically. "How do I know you're not just another Team Rocket minion?"

Without waiting for a reply, April walked away from the edge of her cage, attempting to find a door... or something. What she didn't expect was the fall from the "floor".
 
"The eevee found it," Charlene said, nodding at the eevee sleeping on the floor. "That is a good point, though... she managed to break the locks by slamming herself at them, but they might just be programmed to open at her touch somehow... except my cage. And look, she can sleep even in this situation. She didn't act hurt at all after three reckless charges at cages, so she might've been faking it."

Charlene frowned at the eevee's sleeping form. "But we could all say the same thing to each other, and it'll get us nowhere, will it? And what difference does it make? We just escape, don't we, and then do whatever we wish. They get nowhere by letting us free with informants in our group, unless it's just to break us."
 
"I'm ready to leave when you are," said Jackson. He listened to the Pokemon talking but paid no attention. The Porygon floated around a bit.
 
"Leave?" asked Rachel, suddenly caring less about why this had happened and more about what the Porygon was saying. "And how exactly do we go about doing that? We don't even know where we are, much less how to escape in these bodies!"

She was growing irratable now, considering the limitations of this new form. Just escaping the cage had worn her out, and now she wasn't sure she could do much more than walk. She had no hands to grip things with, and was still wobbly on her thin legs. Perhaps the only benefit of being a Torchic had to be fire, which was hard to breathe in the first place. Otherwise, Rachel was just a helpless little bird that couldn't do much. The feeling of weakness perhaps the greatest pain she endured now.
 
A heavy sleeper, that's what Shelby was. Sleeping was his forte, you could make all the racket in the world, you could move the object he was sleeping on over and over, and heck, you could even draw on his face with his sister's make-up, and despite your efforts, Shelby would still be asleep. It's not like he had anything to look forward too when he woke up anyways. He lived a simple life. Wake up, take shower, and if on a school day, head to school. Of course, being the summer holidays, it was more-or-less just waking up, taking a shower, then doing a whole lot of nothing. Nothing. Except maybe watch the Pokemon Battling Championships on television, and play the vast array of different types of Pokemon games. No girlfriend, no school, no job, and very lenient parents gave him the simple life, a life without any worries.

Which is why, as everyone else was seemingly figuring out what was happening to them, Shelby...was still sleeping. Sleeping the assumed night away, without a care in the world.

A loud (but cute) snore escapes his mouth, as his now really round body rolls to it's side, and stops abruptly. "Gee Jennifer, I never knew you could cook these eggs so well," escapes his mouth as he rolls again, his body rising as the egg in his pouch elevates his body a bit. "I never liked eggs, but if I had to live the rest of life eating these, I surely wouldn't mind, not in the slightest bit." A cute snore escapes his lips again, as he lands loudly on his back, the egg in his pouch nearly popping out. As if it was instinct, his cute arm nubs placed the egg back within it's pouch as he continued to sleep. "...how are your coffee-making skills Jennifer? *Snore* Oh, wow...this tastes absolutely marvelous."

As Shelby continued to dream the most perfect breakfast in the world being served and cooked by the love of his late teenaged life (though unknown to Jennifer) his sleep talking abilities carried off through the darkness. His voice sounding extremely cute. Though, to the human ear, it was just "Happiny" being repeated over, and over, in rhythmic patterns.
 
Arkra realized the situation as she tried to stand up. Her spine seemed to disagree with her usual position of standing bipedially and relegated her to all fours. It felt degrading, disgraceful, and embarassing. There seemed to be others around her, what would they say if they saw her like that...?

She was a Poochyena, it was true. True down from her gray tail to her snout to her barks and snarls. But it didn't seem to register in her brain, she felt so odd, she felt like a human on all fours. Still with the disbelief, Arkra felt very numb, like an observer of what had happened.

Even though she knew it was dark, she could still see. The darkness was not blinding. It astonished her, how wonderful her vision was in the dark. And it was unlike anything she had ever seen, the colours were odd. Not like vision in light. It was so different. Were her eyes... glowing in the dark?

Where was she, though? The newly transformed Poochyena stumbled about this strange location. Walking on four legs was not as easy as it looked.

She bumped clumsily into several walls, bounderies. Actually, the walls looked like bars... and from the bars she could see a silvery light shining not to far from her. It blinded her. It bothered her. Instinctively, she seemed to dislike this light. She wished it would turn off, so she could be in total darkness. Arkra looked away from it, her eyes hurting a bit.

But wait... There were some shapes around this light. Others, perhaps...? The owners of those voices... yes. And light meant others, she was sure of it.

And then her numb slowly working mind finally realized it.

She was in a cage.

Why were they not in cages and she was? Were they the ones making all those screams and speaking..? She had heard someone claim that they were a human turned Pokemon. Were these others... like her...?

Timidly, she tried to speak to them. Perhaps they would help her out, she didn't have a clue how to open the cage without hands. Her mind was simply too numb to even contemplate this.

"Um... is there anybody out there..?" Again, her voice was overlapped by a bizarre sound. This time it was a light inquiring hesitating whimper. She wasn't so sure if these people (or Pokemon) were hostile. Arkra hoped dully that they weren't.
 
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Balia sighed, having dozed off a bit as the aftereffect of melting her lock earlier. "I'm Balia. Or, I was... Is anyone still in their cages?" She rudely ignored the voices that were probably from the rest of the caged Pokemon; they were hurting her ears anyway. "Just how many of us are there? I can't see well in the dark, and my flames aren't big enough to illuminate everything. Has anyone even heard of a Ponyta with silver flames?" she snorted, tossing her head in an attempt to see better. "And what types? And just how many of you can actually stand on two legs?" She wasn't the usual choice for a leader, but since she had been one of the first out, she had decided she might as well not hang back.
 
(( wow, don't wait or anything guys. o.o; ))

Deuce jerked awake at the sound of voices.

Shuffling uncomfortably, his eyes travelled his surroundings sleepily. He was aware of a warmth that lulled at his skull and his... butt. He glanced around to see what it was and saw.. fire? "W-what's going on?!"

"I'm Balia. Or, I was... Is anyone still in their cages?"

"I- I'm here!" Deuce called out in a strangled cry, torn between a whinny and squeal. He lashed out with his arms, only to find that they had become blunt and much longer... his legs had become the same. He clattered around in his cage in a panic, oblivious to the rising flames in his hair... now mane... and his tail. "Somebody help me! Anyone, please!"

Slowly in the darkness he began to feverishly take account of details... his hands were now a pair of ebony hooves, and his skin had taken upon a pleasant, creamy white colour. Deuce shuddered... he was an animal... a Pokemon.

"Help me, I think I'm a Pokemon!"
The metal clattered as his kicked the walls of the cage with his hooves. The fire in his mane blazed, reddening the bars of the cage. The small metal box lit up with growing light. Tears formed in his eyes as he began to cry in panic, though it came out as a bray.
He coughed, and a splutter of embers landed on the floor of the cage.

Deuce's reason suddenly caught up with him. Now that he thought about it, that voice didn't sound like it was going to wait. The time for action is now! With a fierce bray, he rammed the bars of the cage with his head. The blunt pain made his eyes water and his shoulders stiffen, but he continued.

What Deuce didn't realise was that the flames were a better option than pure force. Already beginning to weaken, the bars didn't seem like they could resist a further beating. Metal clattered.

Thud. It was weakening still.

Thud!

Deuce tumbled out of the cage in a heap, rolling somewhere towards the other pokemon. He shivered at the coldness of the cold, steel flooring that clip-clopped against his hands and feet for a reason that he still didn't recognise. Panting, he looked up. Other pokemon surrounded him, staring blearily at the light he seemed to radiate.

Looks like the team had found their light.

(not the best into, but it'll do I suppose.)
 
((Erm... sorry. Everyone went on a post marathon. XD *offers cookie in sympathy*))

Balia stared at the other Ponyta, sulking a bit. So now she had a double? It wasn't fair! She wanted to be unique. Well, she still had cooler-looking flames. Beat that, normal Ponyta! "Alright, since you just came out, I guess yes..." she snorted. "Who are you anyway? Couldn't you wake up earlier, especially with all the screaming? We're about to leave." That last was a blatant lie, but she was still pretty miffed about finding another Ponyta caged up. My, such kindness! "I heard something; other than you clattering around, I mean." Using the other Ponyta's flames as an extension of her own, her gaze swept the cages. There was something half-hidden in the darkness... "Hello?"
 
(( *munches cookie* your friendship will not be forgotten...))

Deuce opened his mouth in shock, before closing it and glaring back at the other Ponyta. "Wh-what did you expect me to do?" He wanted to stand up. How should I do this. He placed one hand... hoof, dammit ... flat on the floor. Then his other hand, and both feet. Jerkily, slowly, but surely, he stood, carefully avoiding his scarf.
Hey, my scarf. I didn't even realise I was wearing it.
Sure, his forelegs were crossed and all of his legs were splayed outwards, but he was standing. However, in his concentration, he forgot his indignance.

"Uh, I'm Deuce. I'm guessing that you guys were humans too, huh?" He looked around at the Porygon, the Ponyta and the Torchic.
 
Kailani observed what was going on with all of the other pokemon making their escapes. When he heard the sugegstion of leaving, he said nothing.

Perhaps I can leave the same way I escaped my cage, he thought, then maybe I can figure out a way to reverse this... trnasformation.
 
"I still have the keys," Charlene muttered. Now that there were more people around, it was more dangerous to just spew fire through the bars, yet nobody seemed to think of that, if they had that power. The keys jangled against each other as Charlene floated it over to a cage she was sure was empty, though she walked toward it to make sure.

She'd heard a voice from there, after all.

Peering into the cage, she couldn't see anything inside but two red eyes that glowed in the darkness. She flinched, but realised the size of the cage meant that the person inside couldn't be that big... and the voice hadn't sounded scary, just a sort of whimper. Carefully, she guided the keys over to the lock in the cage, and tried to unlock it. It took several tries, and she almost missed the right key because she hadn't pushed it in properly, but she managed to unlock it.

"Hi," she told the thing in the cage a bit nervously, backing away to give it room to come out.
 
Balia smirked at Deuce. "If you were awake when I introduced myself, then you know my name. If not, well, you shouldn't sleep so deeply." she retorted, happy that she was so much more skilled in the art of walking. "Yes, we were all transformed into Pokemon. Let me guess, you were doing something and then got knocked out by someone in black?" Conveniently forgetting that she could help Deuce figure out how to walk and such, the former human rolled her eyes at the Ralts, who seemed occupied with the task of freeing whatever had been hiding in the cage. Floating keys? That was just showing off! Not that a Ralts could hold keys, really, but still...

Loathe to leave the extra illumination that was Deuce, she whinnied in aggravation. "We need to get out of here. No matter how many of us there are, if someone comes along to check up on all the noise, we're doomed. You guys just had to be loud and horrified, didn't you? She had, of course, not mentioned her own panicked neigh earlier on.

((Muahaha, Balia is fun to RP. XD So rude. I bet she's going to make a ton of enemies. :P *hands out cookies to everyone* ))
 
Deuce's ears flattened without him thinking. He made a mental note of it and would think about it later.

"Oh, and I suppose you've named yourself leader of the humans-turned-pokemon? Right. I'd salute if I could, but I seem to be hampered here." He bowed his head with a smirk. "My apologies." He couldn't help noticing that he was of a thicker build than she was, and slightly taller and fuzzier too. Nor knowing if it was to do with a gender difference or something else, he filed that away with 'ears can go flat'.
Deuce glanced around the room looking for a window or door. All of the light sources in the room appeared to be artificial, or were from himself or the other Ponyta, so he ruled out windows.
However, there was a large, ominous-looking door on the other side of the room. Surely it would lead out to the rest of the laboratory, but if it was nighttime, there might not be anyone there.
Staring around, however, he noticed other pokemon still locked up. "Shouldn't we help them first?" he inquired the Ponyta.
 
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"Oh... erm, yeah." Balia cursed herself for sounding so uncertain. "But the Ralts has the keys, and already pointed out that if we try to break open the cages, we could hurt the ones inside. So we need to wait for her to unlock them... Unless you can volounteer to hold the keys with your hooves." Confidence restored - it seemed nothing could keep her down for long - she trotted over to the door and poked at it/ Or tried to, as she couldn't get her hoof to do anything but kick it, and that would've caused to much noise. So she prodded it with her muzzle, which wasn't that smart either. "Ow!"

Shuffling her hooves in embarassment, the Ponyta decided it would be wiser to sniff it, but the door masked any scents of people outside. Besides, she didn't even know what a human would smell like. "Um... " Why couldn't she think of anything that would help them? This just wasn't her day... Seething, she trotted back to the others. "Anyone know what a scientist would smell like?"
 
"Smell?" Kailani said, surprised. "How would we be able to smell a scientist. All humans seem to smell the same."
 
(( *pelts Balia with cookies* ))

"Which cages still have someone in them?" Charlene figured she'd ask, seeing as her senses seemed faulty. "Speak up if you haven't gotten out."

I'm not psychic, she was going to say, but remembered she was. That sounds like a bad joke.

Brushing that thought aside, she shuffled over to a sleep-talking happiny's cage and unlocked that one with slightly less effort than before - she was getting good at sticking keys in keyholes, she thought. A useful skill, that was.

She paused at the female ponyta's question. "Chemicals, like artificial drugs, probably. Disinfectant and soap, maybe fire. If it's the ones who transformed us, blood."
 
"Who asked 'what do scientists smell like?' Science," replied April cheekily from where she lay in a jumbled heap on the floor of the room after falling off the table. She pushed herself to her paws and looked up at the table. It was too high for her to leap back up, so she figured she'd better stay on the ground.

She saw a glow from further down the room on the floor, and realized it was quite similar to the silver glow she had seen on the table - which belonged to a Ponyta, according to its owner.

"Hello?" she called. "Who's down there?"
 
Balia snorted. "Um, a lot of us? I'm Balia, there's some guy named Deuce... A Ralts, a Porygon, a Torchic." she recited. " A Spiritomb, a Gastly, a Doduo and a really weird-looking Eevee." Those select few were all that she could see at the moment, even standing by Deuce so that they both shed more light. "I think a Ponyta has a pretty good sense of smell. Not as good as one of the canines - you know, Growlithe, Houndoom, and the like, but I'm sure I can at least smell if someone's coming. Of course, if you can figure out how to smell through a door, you can help." Her flames brightened for a moment. "Er, Ralts, can you sense people or something? You seem to be getting the hang of moving stuff." Shock; flattery from Balia! Well, a compliment, but still, time stood still and gaped in amazement.
 
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