(( What about dialogue, where say two people are talking? Doesn't really affect others in that situation. ))
The others were probably being rather excessive in their attacks, though they were probably just testing their powers as Charlene was. They seemed to be faster at learning what they could do, though, she noticed with a frown. Fortunately it seemed that her Rocket was untouched, except for what Charlene was doing to him and the ponyta's attacks.
So she practised.
As she practised transferring her experience with pain to the Rocket, she took less and less time to call on the experience - well, actually, she didn't need to call on the experience any longer, just the feeling. And, soon, she found that she was fast progressing toward only needing to think of the feeling to send the man writhing on the ground, screaming and crying. She shuffled toward him as he lay on the ground, deciding that she ought to try and break into his mind, here and now. The other Rockets (so many? She hadn't expected more than three, at most) were all occupied, so now was the time.
She touched his forehead. Closing her eyes, she focused on his emotions - the residual pain he was feeling, even though the attack had ended - and opened herself to them. She extended her mind to his, and dove in.
The feeling was quite like a belly-flop followed by a large splash of cold water. She felt like she was sinking, drowning, but even as she extended her tiny arms there was nothing but more water, and she couldn't swim, and her leg suddenly hurt, but the pain faded just as soon as it came.
The pain caused her to nearly double over, but when she looked back up again, it was foggy - too foggy to be real, she thought. She was in a hallway, perhaps the hall outside the room with the cages, with the door closed behind her. But how was that possible?
Charlene looked down the halls, puzzled, and walked down it. She didn't know how there was enough light to see, but there just was. She walked for an unknown period of time, just not getting anywhere, with the fog behind her and in front of her.
Then she looked at the walls, really looked, thinking she heard something from that direction cry out. But there was nothing, except--
Books!
She ignored the strange markings on the shelves and took out a random book, or at least tried. Her fingers just brushed against the wall - or maybe it was really clear glass? They looked so real, and even the fog seemed to be going through the glass, but she couldn't take out these books.
Wait. Fingers?
She looked down at her hands, but they were indeed ralts limbs.
What...?
She paused. Wait. I'm a ralts, aren't I? So...
Charlene extended her psychic powers, watching the fog whip around her as she lifted a book from its shelf and brought it toward her. The pages almost seemed to be glowing, she thought, but there was a lock on the book preventing her from opening it. She'd need to find the key.
Not now, though. She knew she could get here, and this was good enough for her. What she wanted to see was what would happen if she did...
...this.
Charlene dropped the book to the floor, then lifted up the others one at a time and dropped them in a pile behind her. Laughing, she walked back the way she'd come and dropped more, continuing to do all three until she made it to the door. The books didn't miraculously return to their shelves, and actually remained on the ground where she'd left them.
Charlene smiled, picking up one of the closer books with her mind and throwing it as far as she possibly could, haphazardly reshelved a few, and turned around to open the door again.
Outside the door, there was only darkness, and Charlene let herself fall into it.
...then she realised it was so dark because she was closing her eyes, and her feet were firmly on the floor. She opened them, removing her hand from the Rocket's forehead. He was out cold, anyway, or so it seemed; maybe those books had something to do with it.
