OOC: Well, here goes my first post... o_o
IC: Luke thought that he didn't want to be a quilava anymore - he wanted to be back in his regular body. But where would that be, anyways? Even if he could find it, he had no idea of how to get back into it, as he still couldn't figure out what had happened!
At least he'd gotten to the point where he could walk somewhat normally, instead of tripping over all of his feet. He forced himself to look straight ahead, instead of thinking about the one feeling that wanted to blossom within him - sheer panic. He wasn't used to being this small, or this furry - he wasn't sure how he should be doing things, darnit! He was supposed to be a human, not some sort of animal!
The weather out here was making him nervous. And, to make matters worse, a burning sensation had started to form in his lungs. Luke found that he could make it go away if he coughed, but that was only a temporary measure; the sensation would always come back within a short while.
So distracted was he by his plight that he didn't realized he was coming upon a group of pokemon (and a rather varied one at that, his new nose told him). The fur on the back of his neck rose without him realizing he was doing so - and if he could have figured out how to do so, then he would've lit the flame spots on his body as well. Another cough escaped him. "You...you pokemon that are there," he said. "Who are you?!" He tried saying that in a loud and clear voice...but due to him coughing, and other things, it came out as not much more than a fearful-sounding squeak.
How embarrassing.