Undyne

"...Try what? What was your idea?", Lite whispered back to him, before cocking her head to see Arctic Frost almost collapsing down. On the inside, this was actually a bit irritating for her, but on the outside, she did show some pity. Can't escape with having a physically handicapped pony from a hangover if he can't even walk on his own four hooves. A sigh came from Lite. "So, you can't walk... Fine. Get up on my back. It'll slow us down, but I highly doubt that you would be the best at stealth if you can't even trot with that condition of yours..."

@@Descant There was definitely no way that Kirlia could stop that hit, and she, along with Makuhita, had crashed horribly into the sand, with Kirlia crying out and flailing for the Makuhita to get off of her. Though, Trevor, instead of flipping out about the recent tumbling, had believed this was a smart idea... It's out of its cave. It's going to charge at us, and it seemed to be angry unless calmed... OK, this shall do! "Makuhita! Get ready, because YOU are mine!", he cried out, spinning about. A second later, a white sphere had came out from his figure, indicating it was a Premier Ball! It landed squarely on the Makuhita's back.

@@Leafeon, @@Feather Gem Somber thought a but about the meaning, giving it deep thought.... If incarnation meant that... Then would that mean...? "If... that's wha it... means... then... will my parents... be incarnation-ed?", he asked, obliviously confused to the word, or to what the full meaning had meant.

"Well, I thought the cuffs actually looked good on you, what, considering your attitude. But, I suppose, since you HAVE done that amazing plan.", she joked yet again as Lite went every single key (25 in fact), and finally unlocked both of the cuffs from Arctic Frost's hooves. Slowly, she started to look out of the cell, observing who was there and seeing if the entire perimeter was surrounded. Luckily, since it was just breakfast, and very early in the morning, not all of the guards were inside, An easy chance for escape was perfect for this moment. "All right...", she told Arctic in a hushed voice. "Listen. It's about... 5 AM. Guards are going to be on duty at about 5:25. And I almost have no clue how to navigate this place... So, 25 minutes to guesstimate, got it?" She then started to slink out, keeping her back to the wall inside the shadows of the building.

@@Descant ((Yeah, you didn't see Makuhita in there also? )) Trevor was just about to head inside the Pokemon Center to heal up Shuppet from her bad experience with the Zubats when he had heard some odd sound... He turned around, seeing that the Makuhita, who was also transported with them, went to charging at them. Trevor went to block Shuppet, but Kirlia didn't seem to like it otherwise... She stepped out in front of the two, closing her eyes and holding out her stubby arms. They both were surrounded in a green aura, hoping to block its attack, and possibly to calm the Makuhita's mind. ((Would this be possible? Because I recall seeing one episode where Calm Mind was used to relax a Pokemon before in the anime... If it doesn't, then the Makuhita would go ahead and ram Kirlia if not possible.))

@@Descant Trevor was acting a bit dizzy, not really used to being teleported by Kirlia at all... Shuppet was slowly hovering back up to the air, groaning a little... Kirlia, since she was the one that casted the move was still completely fine, calm, cool, and collected... But what about the Makuhita that was also transported with them?

@@Leafeon, @@Feather Gem Somber looked up a bit over at Chamois whenever she had laid a hoof right on his shoulder. And he then looked over to Lionheart, as he spoke about him not being evil and villains and such. But what Somber was really confused on was a word that Lionheart had said: incarnation. He was also trying to sound it out too, since it felt like he had never used the word before. "I... In... car... In..."

Lite Shade had watched it all play out from her bunk, looking right onto her cellmate. He seemed to be making a motion to the spoon and then to his mouth. Was he really going to...? Wow. I would have never thought of that. And usually, I'm the reckless one. Good work for you, Arctic Frost. A bit of respect for you. Now for my drama to ensue. At that moment, Lite grimaced, holding a hoof to her muzzle as if she were to throw up. "Oh goodness, that's disgusting!", she cried out, trying to act as if he was sick. Trotson backed a little when Arctic Frost coughed out blood. "Aw, for Celestia's sake... Ya swallowed the damn spoon? Ya're an idiot, ya know... All right.", he said, walking over to Arctic Frost. He bent down and forced his mouth open to see where he was cut at. "Yep... The cut's bad. Ya goin' to th--" SNAP! At that moment, Trotson fell down to the concrete floor, his head hitting hard against it. Lite appeared behind him, grinning and swinging a set of keys around her hoof. "Well, that went better than expected. You ready to break out?"

"How? With the cereal or the spoon?", Lite asked jokingly, carefully getting her cereal down without being stupid like Arctic Frost and cutting her mouth's roof. Three days in a row, she was able to eat without tasting her own vital liquid into other liquids. Of course, she was used to gaining scrap food from before. Even though she was a shadow pony, she still needed to feed off regular pony food. However, she usually just ate off of scraps that were from garbage cans... Once they both were done, Lite had picked up their bowls and placed them outside the cell, hiding her spoon within her jacket. She laid back onto her cot, looking up at the ceiling. A few moments later, Trotson went to receive the bowls, already seeing that the spoons were gone. He was beginning to become outraged. "ALL RIGHT! Where da hell are ya spoons?!", he cried out, right at none other than Arctic Frost.

"Well, what else do you have in mind?", Lite scornfully said, forgetting that she was trying to get him on his good side. That was the entire key of trying to escape for this plan to work: They had to cooperate at all times, even if it was simple small talk. "My apologies... It's just that we don't necessarily have the right tools. Besides, the spoons we receive are usually guaranteed to cut through something... Like the roofs of mouths. And sometimes, pure concrete..." She looked back to the window before the familiar gruff voice of Officer Trotson came ringing into their cells. He seemed to be holding two bowls of something in his wings. ((Forgot to mention that he is a pegasus. And a buff one at that.)) "Breakfast's served, ya roaches.", he snarled, pushing the bowls through the bars and returning back to his station. What was inside the bowl looked to be small dried up pieces of cardboard, swimming around in a sea of slightly chunky white liquid. "Well, it's corn flakes again. Remember. Save your spoon, and try not to cry when eating.", Lite reminded, picking up a bowl and already taking a spoonful into her mouth.

@@Leafeon, @@Feather Gem "Y-You're... welcome... Vine...", Somber softly spoke out, sliding the plate of blueberries onto the table and right next to Chamois. He looked up at her, his bid, piercing red eyes staring at her, before hearing Lionheart speak out. He seemed to cringe a bit from just hearing his voice again. "I... I just... wanted to... be nice.... and help...", he whispered out towards Lionheart.

@@Feather Gem Somber had only eaten a few berries before realizing he wasn't really hungry anymore... He looked over to one of the other ponies aways from him, who was scarfing down her food and juice. It was obvious that she didn't like it... Somber took his plate of berries, and trotted over to her, poking her once in the side. "Do you... want these? I'm not... really hungry...", he croaked out, the plate balancing on his head.

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@@Feather Gem As Somber watched Mystical walk off from him, he was continuing on eating his blueberries, until he was able to see his breath.... Was the heater down? Though, Somber really didn't seem to mind it... Whenever it came to the cold, Somber never gave two feathers about it.

"Well, first, we need to survey our area first." Lite got up and looked around the typical cell, noting some details around her and grinning a bit. "We have a barred door to our left, surrounded by guards that would possibly kill me on the spot if I dare escape..." Next, she turned to a small window, showing that it was near dawn. "A small barred window that neither of us could fit through... And that is it. Most likely, our breakfast should be arriving soon, and that is when we might get spoons. If we do, keep yours. This will be a well thought-out tool. We shall use this to dig out through a wall or the floor here. Yes, this shall be perfect. We shall also have to be swift for this as well."

That's when Lite's ears her perked up. Did he just say... he wants to get out of here?! Well, Litey, this is your chance. You're in a jail cell with a no longer drunk stallion that also shares the same ambition: wanting to get out of this hellhole as well! It might not be such a bad idea to announce a partnership with this one after all! Oh... But his feelings are crushed now, apparently... He must not be able to take such a joke. Why does no one ever seem to get any of my jokes? *sigh* Oh well. Jailbreak first, humor later. "Frostbutt-- I mean, Arctic Frost... You said that you were wanting to leave? Let me make a proposition for you. I'll forgive everything that I have said to you, and will actually consider you an acquaintance, IF... you help me break out of here."

"I've got much to say, if you've got the time. Oh, but wait! You DO have all the time in the world!", Lite shouted out, already beginning to cackle out. Her laughing seemed to be obnoxious from her other types of laughing: chuckling, giggling, and the occasional snicker. Her cruel and not so very comical jokes were also getting to be back with her again. "However, I'll just say this. I cannot communicate to him without using my horn. And as you can plainly see--", she pointed up to the top of her head, showing the plastic egg white shell that had encased her horn. "--I'm not capable of that. And with some other magic... I can't do that either because of--", she had now pointed out the orange jumpsuit that she was forced to wear in this place. "--this, which has special fabrics to prevent my body from performing said magic."

She scoffed a bit whenever Arctic Frost had nearly said a certain ten letter word... "Yeah... No. I would never sell myself out to low, low ponies like... er... some." She would definitely love to call him out and just say that it was him, but... With the compliments that she had earned in the past from him, it would probably just crush his feelings... Plus, she just loved messing with him. It was cute to her. "Well, where should I start? The crimes that I've committed? The bounty that I've acquired in such the short amount of time? That cafe? I destroyed it when you left. I've robbed banks, set homes on fire, destroyed thousands of bits in property... and yet, the horrible law here had placed me in here and not killing me on the spot! What fools... Just like someponies...", Lite emphasized, shooting a quick glance to Arctic Frost and then looking away.

Lite was half asleep as well, only her eyes showing that she was acting as if she were asleep. The other half of her was responsive, not in a happy tone, yet not in the saddest one also. She was, just like that day... emotionless. "Well, you finally remembered... Drinking yourself crazy, getting thrown in the pokey, and one hangover later, your little gray butt finally remembers me. Cute." Lite had slowly began to awake, moving her body to where she was sitting up on the edge of her messed up mattress. "Now, to continue. Yes, this HAS been a good while since we've been acquainted again, hasn't it? And I predict you would have never thought that I would be placed in this smelly, aged prison, correct?"

"Well, this is usually the part where I would riddle any pony that ants to find out about who I am. However, you've already met me. And instead of riddles, it would just be ridicule, darling. But seeing you more immensely drunk just gives me that small feeling that you call "pity". Hmm..." Lite Shade definitely wanted to play around with this pony. A lot, to be honest. However, she did feel kind of sorry. And well, she DID need one pony in particular for a plan later on, but we'll save that for later. "Ok. One month ago. Canterlot. In the café. You met two ponies there. One of them with darkest hue of obsidian, the other a dark faded blue. One was a stallion. The other, a mare. The stallion being an earth pony, and the mare a unicorn..." She had jumped off her uncomfortable bed, slowly walking over to him. "You abandoned the duo later for your friend... The stallion was a bit disappointed, but the mare... Emotionless. And that mare, who shall be deemed as moì, is..." At that moment, she slowly walked up to him, whispering two words right into his ear. "Lite Shade." ((I'm gonna be gone for most of today, and I would have told you over Skype, but I'm on my phone right now.))