(Sorry 'bout the wait.)
(alrighty, so I think come next post, some henchmen will come and take both of us away, and put is in whatever ending you desire. The rp could also go on with us being plain old pokemon and go from there, or it could end with the test process just being over. If the prior is true, though, I would like to ask where you would like to carry it to. I'd also like you to include the intervention of guards/ the greyson company in your next post, if it wouldn't be too much to ask.)
SOLOMON
The thumps that Solomon made as he stomped about yanked Nicholas out of his little dream. His eyes went wide open, and he clamped his visor shut as loud as he possibly could...That's funny...it didn't cover his entire face before...Where were his arms?
Nicholas began to panic as he realized that a lot had changed since he had gone to sleep. The old, human self, that wasn't there when he acted like a little toddler, asking Solomon for every little need, was gone now. He was his normal self for the time being, and he tried to huff as much as he could, but...his lips were weird too. He found that he was pretty submerged in mud, and after a bit of shimmying with his miniscule legs, he took a gander at his reflection. Yyyyyup. Shelmet. Nicholas had the whole kitten caboodle, a crest, a visor, weird lipsies, no upper body. He was a little snail, and hopefully he wouldn't be for very long.
He quickly glanced at Solomon, and attempted to grab his attention. He tried to wave his arms...those were gone. He tried to waggle his body...that was gone. He tried to yell for his attention...he could only make little kissy noises. Adorable, but extremely embarrasing... He had his old mind, his old instincts, his old head was there...but he felt...different. He was now truly a boy in a shelmet's body...
He wanted his muddy now
Noticing Nicholas panicking in the mud, Solomon stood up to go comfort him, but was interrupted by sounds... coming from outside of the room. He turned towards the wall where the door was, startled and intrigued. He thought he could make out voices.
"... nah, these two are pretty docile. They shouldn't give us any trouble..."
He didn't have much time to ponder these words, though, as immediately afterwards the secret door slid open. A grizzled older man in a white lab coat stepped in, with a pair of guards flanking him. This was the first time since Nicholas' arrival that they'd had contact from outside of their cell, and Solomon wasn't sure if this was good or bad thing.
Are they going to let us out of here...?
"Fun's over, kids," the man in the lab coat said. His tone intimidated Solomon a little. One of the guards was making his way towards Nicholas. Solomon, either out of protective instincts or heartfelt concern for his friend, stepped in front of the guard.
"What are you gonna do to him?" he asked - or, well, tried to ask. What he really said was something along the lines of "Guuuu?" in a soft, high-pitched voice. Damn it. He was adorable, too.
"Don't worry," the guard said, his voice less rough than the other man's. "We're not gonna hurt you or your friend. You two wanna get outta this testin' chamber, right? We're here to take you guys - release ya' into the wilderness, yanno? Gonna drive ya' both to a nice swamp up north a' here..." Solomon felt a mixture of relief and uncertainty. A swamp definitely sounded appealing, now that he was a Goodra, especially compared to this little box of a room. He could rest in the cool water and mud, maybe even play in the rain. Not to mention, his slime wouldn't be a hassle in such a wet environment. But, at the same time, it sounded like he was expected to live out the rest of his life as a Pokemon. He wasn't so sure about that... Of course, the guard could also be lying. So far Greyson Co. and its staff had been nothing but dishonest in Solomon's experience. However, being the good-natured and rather gullible sap he was, he gave the guard's words the benefit of the doubt.
He turned to Nicholas, as if asking for permission to let the guard pick him up and carry him out - but - Nicholas had vanished from sight! In fact, so had everything else! All of a sudden, his vision had gone completely black. He didn't make a sound, though he was very startled.
Did they knock me out or something...? Am... am I dead? No, that couldn't be right. He could still hear the lab staff, scuffling around and cursing amongst themselves.
"... Another power outage?"
"Looks like it."
"God, they've really gotta get that Electivire under control..."
A bright beacon suddenly pierced the darkness, temporarily blinding Solomon. He whimpered uselessly, craning his neck away and covering his eyes, before adjusting to the new lighting. He realized one of the guards had taken out a flashlight.
"Damn it," said the other guard, "The door won't close." He was right, Solomon noticed. The door to the cell was left wide open.
"Well, obviously not," the lab-coated man retorted, "They run on the electrical grid, too. But that's not the worst of it. Last time we had a power outage, some of the doors malfunctioned and opened by themselves. It's part of their emergency protocol, y'see - if the facility were to lose power for good, test subjects could be trapped in their cells indefinitely... Oh, why am I bothering to explain it? We need to go make sure every cell is secure, immediately. We can't afford to have any test subjects roaming about!"
"But what about these guys?" asked the first guard, standing in the doorway with his flashlight beaming. He motioned towards Solomon and Nicholas with a questioning expression.
"You stay here, and make sure they stay put, until the power comes back."
"Gotcha."
The guard leaned against the door frame as his cohorts took off, sighing to himself. He seemed a little peeved with his assigned duty - probably rightfully so, as there was no telling how long the blackout would last. Glancing at his pair of prisoners, he forced a bit of a snide grin.
"Sorry for the delay. But hey, while we're here, don't you two get any ideas, got it? Neither of ya's gonna be any good at usin' Pokemon attacks yet, and I've got my own Pokemon I can knock ya' out with if I've gotta. And some tranquilizers, for good measure. So just sit pretty and wait, alright?"
(Hope this'll do. Not sure where it's gonna go from here, but it's more fun that way, right?)
Jasmine 5 hours in.
Upon seeing her friend leave, Jasmine waved. Putting her helmet back on, she went back to see Rocket. He was sleeping, and looked very innocent for being a creature of such a powerful species. Looking closer at him, Jasmine noticed he was a bit special. Along with his eyes being different, he seemed a more pinkish color than lavender, and his wings had a blue hue to them. Seeing as how he was sleeping, Jasmine decided to make the nest bigger so that she could rest with him. She did, and fell asleep next to Rocket.
However, she forgot to check how she had visually changed. It was almost complete, with just the color being off, and her tail was still a tad short. She was also a little taller than she would be by the time she woke up.
~ 5 hours and 20 minutes in.
Much to your surprise, you woke up to find yourself in absolute darkness. Naturally, you weren't sure what to make of it at first. Had you gone blind? Or, did they just turn the lights out at night? Maybe something was wrong.
Your eyes were steadily adjusting. As it turned out, you could see a bit better in the dark now. Additionally, the darkness wasn't as perfect as it had seemed at first. You could make out the slightest hint of distant lights, out beyond a roughly square-shaped aperture in the wall. That... that had to be the door to your cell. Looking around, the woman from earlier didn't seem to be anywhere in sight. Nor did any guards or lab-coats or anyone at all, except for Rocket of course. He was beginning to wake up as well, stirring and making gentle noises- you could faintly make out the word "mama."
Now that you could see a little more clearly, it was apparent that your cell door was indeed open and unattended. This could allow for a potential escape... or, maybe that would be too dangerous to risk?
