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The scientist paused after hearing some ruckus, and scribbled something in on his clipboard. Confirmed, the test subjects were awake. After turning several corners, he reached the containment cells. After fumbling for his keys, he unlocked the door into the hallway. Immediately, he spotted...the jaggedly outlines of what was assumable ice. Hmm, curious. He flipped through several sheets of paper. Aha! There, experiment A012. Fused with an Aurorus. He paced towards Tundra's cell, clearing his throat.

`` Hello, Miss. ´´

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Terror overtook her once more. She quickly rolled off the surface she had been laying on, dislodging shards of ice, and towards the back of the room. Rationality flew out the proverbial window that she desperately wished was present. A thick fog started to fill the room, and glancing down, she realized that this too was coming from her. It seemed to emanate from the stones on the backs of her hands and on her forehead. As the cold Mist swirled around, seeping out under the cell door, it reached the point where she could see nothing. Great. Once more, she imagined the cell was pushing down around her. She had to get out.

Not exactly sure what she was doing, she clenched her fist and swept her arm up through the air in a slicing motion. Jagged rocks burst up from the floor, smashing into the door and crumpling the metal. Her breathing was quick and panicked. She hadn't meant to do that. She was grateful she had, but she hadn't meant to. There wasn't any time to waste, though.

The Aurorus fusion ran towards the door, leaving icy footprints behind her. Slipping behind the metal, she darted into the hall. She only got a glimpse of the scientist before her new abilities reacted to her emotions once more, and as she took a step away from him, more Mist spun away from her hand, hiding her from view. Her momentum had come to a halt, though, and she pressed her back up against the wall, regretting now not thinking this through.

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The scientist reeled back in shock, he had expected a reaction like this. But he was sure that the cells were foolproof, and that any possibility of a breakout was near impossible. He grimaced, as a mist formed in the hallway, he swatted the air around him but to no avail. He could barely make out a...footprint? On the ground.

`` Miss, cease this at once!´´ he bellowed. `` You are already off to a bad start, and if things spiral out of control, I'll be forced to call in reinforcements. I'm only here to conduct a quick interview. Further experimentation will not happen until your answers have been processed. If all goes well, you will be moved to a more comfortable cell. If you keep up the good behavior, you will be released back into society.´´

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Cash sat by himself near the firepit, poking at the charcoal absentmindedly. It was Day Three of his No-Electronic use journey, and he was surprised that he still retained part of his sanity.

`` If this goes on any longer, I'll probably start painting my face and ritualistically chant and dance around a pig's head´´ he sniffed to himself.

To be fair, at least he had formed decent relations with others at the camp, despite the reputation of both of his sisters. One was notorious for bullying both the older and younger camp members, and the other one refused to go out of her way to talk to people, which was unusually since she was the type of person to brag about all her lifetime achievement awards to those who would listen. Ah! How he missed the comfort of his own home.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a girl no older than 12 run in with a triad of pokemon. A Jolteon, a Lilligant, a Whimsicott, and what he believed to be a Serperior. Despite all her exotic pokemon, the most noticable thing about her was her jacket, tailored to look that that of her Whimsicott companion. Hm, this girl must be from Unova then! He had heard a myriad of tales about the region from his mother, it would probably be of his best interest to go talk to her.

`` OI!´´ he cried. `` FUZZY JACKET !´´

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He again tried getting up, yet this time he supported his upper body against the wall. His stance was wobbly, unsure and defenetly not like how he was before. He backed up against the wall completely, glaring down at his legs, his eyes narrowed into a glare as he tried to move, he tried walking around but only stumbled and almost smacked against the other wall again. So he just leaned back again, sat back down on the surprisingly humid ground and breaths in the Hot air. Then..he listens to the commotion

She was tempted to shout, "NO!" like a belligerent child, but restrained herself. Saying anything would just make it easier for him to find her. While to him his proposition may have seemed perfectly reasonable, it only made her recoil further. So she was an experiment, was she? And he thought she'd just quietly and happily return to her cell and allow "further experimentation"? Tundra wasn't a particularly proud person, but she wasn't going take that assumption of her character lying down, so to speak, and she certainly wouldn't allow herself to be subjected to further alterations.

She didn't know yet exactly what they'd done to her, but her clothes had been strangely modified, her hair was a completely different color, and a veil, nonetheless, there were stones embedded in her skin, and not to mention these strange, Pokemon-like things she seemed able to do. She didn't want to be "released back into society", she wanted to become normal again. She also didn't trust this person in the slightest; even the quote-unquote "good things" about his statement might just be lies.

Slowly, she began to sidle down the hallway, keeping to the wall and trying to prevent her footsteps from making too much noise. The fact that when she looked down she could see that she was leaving tracks of ice wherever her feet touched the ground only strengthened her resolution. She had to undo this. Somehow. She had to quickly bite her lip to prevent herself from making any noise when her ungloved hand brushed against what seemed to be another metal door, burning hot. Pulling away and shaking it off before taking the time to slip on the glove again, she noticed that the Mist around this door had instead turned to steam. Was this possibly another cell? Was there someone or something trapped inside who had had done to them what had been done to her? Dare she attempt to destroy this door and free them? She didn't know if she had the time, and the noise would certainly further alert the scientist, maybe causing him to call for those reinforcements.

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``I am a generous man. This is the first time Director Lusamine has decided to conduct an experiment upon humans. Such a state of shock was to be expected. I will give you thirty seconds to return to your cell. ´´ The researcher announced.

`` There are others here, and I need time to talk to them too. ´´ he added, taking off his glasses and wiping the mist off of them, knowing they were bound to get fogged up again.

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Hearing the scientist talk, Sebastian tried to remember.. Lusamine.. he had heard that name before. Alrhough he was originally from Unova, word of her actions spread fast. Was this done to him because of her.. was he ..this weak because of her wishes. Because of these idiotic experiments the scientist kept on bragging about. He began to piece things together now, his eyes almost widened. He mustve been fused with.. something.? Was that what happened.?

For the first time, he could feel something on his back, it felt like something lifted off of his back. when he clanced back he stared at two leaf like wings, red in color, with fire like veins drawing through them ever so gracefully, yet they didnt seem really useful yet. Of course they werent. His wings seemed a bit crumpled, they´d need their time to straighten out and be useful, yet now he could slowly figure out what this... experiment was about

Thirty seconds... Agh, there wasn't time for this, but she couldn't leave people. She knew Lusamine, had heard the name. She'd been in the news a couple times, hadn't she? A tall, blonde, business-like woman who had seemed to have a real heart for humans and Pokemon. Reality really could be a let down. The young woman didn't really feel betrayed or hurt by the revelation that a rising figure of power would do this, though, just cold acceptance. What was one more person who wasn't who they said they were?

Making a similar action to that of before, she attempted to create more blades of stone to smash through the door. Instead, a bolt of electricity arced from her hand, impacting the door but doing nothing. Oh, peachy, she grimaced. She realized the light would have illuminated her silhouette through the mist. Stupid, stupid. If she could just concentrate on the fact that she wanted rocks, not electricity, maybe... there! With a loud crunch, the peaks of stone jolted up through the floor, striking the door to this other cell. Out of the corner of her eye, she realized her strange "hair" had flared out as she had done that, the edges turning a sort of orange. Her first instinct was to flee after destroying the door; staying and attempting to help this other unfortunate prisoner might lead to her being recaptured. Tundra couldn't bring herself to, though.

Despite all of her past experiences and against her better judgment, she pressed her palm against the door and shoved it forwards, which she was able to do due to its having been torn from its hinges. The heat from the metal could be felt through her white glove, so she didn't make contact for too long, just enough to accomplish what she wanted to.

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Sebastian was basically ripped out of his thoughts by the sound of the door breaking down. He lifted his head almost in shock as rocks broke the door off its hinges, truly it seemed like a wonder to happen. He tried to push himself up, but once more he failed rather miserably, instead of his legs giving in on him again he decided to stay on the ground, yet eyed the now slightly opening door with his eyes fixed on the light that shone through the cracks and broken off Pieces of the door.

Luke had heard some commotion outside of his cell. Were there other people? He had to find out. He concentrated on trying to rush forward to try and make a loud noise on the door, but instead felt a surge of power go through him and slammed into the metal door. What did he just do? He tried doing it again, but to no avail. He felt a little bit dizzy but not too much. Just a little aftershock. He tried looking out. He couldn’t see anything yet, but hoped he could try again.

Despite all the mist drowning out his sense of sight, The Scientist's sense of hearing was still keen. And he heard the sound of rebellion. The bars of their cages could only take so much. He hissed in frustration and dashed out of the room. It was time to alert the main headquarters. There were several layers of the laboratory that required a key card to get in and out of. Surely he could keep them at bay long enough before the reinforcements arrived!

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Loud banging was heard from the Dusk Lycanroc Experiment's cage, she kept thrusting her body at the bars. She paced around time to time, growling like an actual Dusk Lycanroc did when it gets wet. She hardly looked outside her cage, mostly trying to wear down the bars with the rocks jutting out of her snow white mane. She looked around for the first time after stopping thrusting herself at the bars, she used her newly found keener senses of smell and hearing to try and fin something, she could only smell other pokemon. She laid down, waiting for something.

"Hey!" she called, then reeled back, clapping a hand over her mouth. Her voice... what was wrong with it? It's undertone sounded normal, but there was a strange echo to it, almost like glass, or maybe ice, shattering in a vast cave. It wasn't squeaky, unpleasant, or cracking, but it sounded like a faint, echoed, piercing cry of sorts, almost like a noise a... Pokemon... would make. Realization suddenly started to crash down on her- those had been Pokemon attacks, this was a Pokemon-like sound; she had Pokemon-like stones on her and Pokemon-like hair, and she was in a cell for "experimentation". Somehow, she'd gained some, okay, a lot of Pokemon traits. It seemed unreal, but she couldn't deny that it was a logical assumption. But she couldn't stop, not now. She'd just have to deal with it all later.

Tundra almost imagined she could hear quickly receding footsteps. No, that wasn't imagination; goodness, had the scientist left? Surely it couldn't have been that easy... No, no, it most certainly wouldn't have been. He'd be back, and when he was, she had the feeling the results wouldn't quite be helpful for her wellbeing. "Anyone in here?" she forced herself to say, cringing away from the unfamiliar ring once more, taking a couple steps into the cell. Gosh, it was hot in here. A large shape could be made out on the floor as the Mist-curling-into-steam blew in around her, but she wasn't able to go any further; already she felt dizzy from the temperature. She'd never been particularly bad with heat before; this was probably a result of her little situation, too, wasn't it?

There were now noises coming from the cells around this one; how many others were there? How long would it take for the man to come back? Dare she try to get them all out? Maybe this person could aide her, if they so desired. Even then, which way was out?

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A shadow moved, from the cell next to her. A hostile sounding pokemon-like voice responded; "Do you know how to get out of this place?" The figure moved again, rocks coming into view accompanied with orange and white fur. Dark green eyes gazed at her through the hole in the wall from the captive in the next cell over. The dark green eyes where hostile, a low rumbling sound coming from the figure.

Luke was still very confused about he situation. Be wanted to know what was going on outside. He yelled loudly, in which he realized his voice had gotten a bit deeper than it had been before. Instantly, a bunch of electricity came from him, hitting the walls of the cell. What had he done to make that happen? He keeps trying to break down the door in his way. He could see that it was almost broken through though, so only a bit more.

Who are you-?" Sebastian asked, his voice sounded rather quiet, almost calm.. Well seeing the situation he was in it was quite confusing to him how he could keep his Voice ao steady when face to face with someone he didnt know. Trying to get himself onto his feet he stumbled a little, seeking a wall to steady him while getting up, which he found to his left. His wings curled back down under thr fuzzy Cape draped around his Shoulders, a protective stance that happened almost automatically "and how did you just break down the door-?" he asked, taking a slight glance at the figure almost hidden by the cold mist.

The Mist, so he noticed, turned into Steam upon entering his room, ao He assumed that he really did heat it up quite a lot. No wonders, as far as he knew, Volcaronas usual Ability was Flamebody, so he'd assume that that was one of the reasons that could be used to explain this situation.

The figure moved again, trying to peek out to see the other one speaking. "Hey! Watch this, Scientists!" They started to ram at the bars, bits of concrete well everywhere, one of them almost getting knocked out of place. They stopped there, feeling satisfied. She pushed it a bit, the bar coming loose and falling to the ground. The thing that was talking to the person next to them got out of their cage, walking in front of him. "Hello, fancy." It was a dog like pokemon with an orange pelt, white underbelly, tail and had white from the ankles down. She had dark green eyes and rocks gutting from her mane, a bigger one resting on her head from the top. She looked at him, then at his cape.

Sebastian lifted his head, another..person. Were they even people now, what had they become. He wouldnt be able to face his father like this, he´d probably be kicked out and disowned maybe even. His father was no kind man, truly he wasnt. Strikt and stuck up, his father would always dominate discussions and win any arguments he was in, simply because his discussion partner would be fed up with his almost child like actions and just give into any demands his father had. Yet Sebastian and him mostly carried a good bond. He just knew that that would break if he were to step in front of his father like...this.

He then eyed the new figure in his line of sight, not as hidden in mist as the first person he could make out the shape of pokemon traits like one he had seen on his Vacation, he just couldnt remember well, his thoughts a little hazed from waking up after a long time of...resting. How many were there, Counting him in there were like around three now, and from the sounds he picked up there may even be more

"Hiding anything behind that cape? Capes are no use to me." She stood up on her hind legs, wobbling, then putting her front paws on one of the bars of his cage. "Want out of here?" She gazed at him, a glint of mischievousness in her eyes, she grinned, getting down and sitting down, tail lashing back and forth. "I can get you out of here." She sounded smart and could reason with him all day, memories of her pokemon flashed in her head, her eyes turning sad, her tail drooped and she let her head go down almost touching the ground, she perked back up, pushing back the memories.

-Happily, waiting for Rain, cant figure out how to delete-