[center][h2][color=palegoldenrod]Gabrielle Angouras[/color][/h2][/center]

Once the last Noctowl had fainted, the Gallade rushed over. At his statement that they should have escaped five minutes ago, Gabrielle gave a short, breathless laugh. [color=palegoldenrod]"Then why didn't you get us out?"[/color] she asked. Ok, maybe he'd had trouble concentrating, or was still getting the hang of his abilities, or both, but couldn't he have at least tried? 

She supposed she couldn't really complain. He'd helped save her from ending up as the Noctowls' breakfast, even if he'd gone about it the risky and difficult way.

Before the Gallade could take her and the Gothitelle to safety, Gabrielle spun round at a growl. A short distance away, a Mightyena crouched - not a particularly strong-looking one, but a Mightyena nonetheless, fangs bared and eyes glinting with hunger.

Gabrielle's breath caught with sheer terror as the wild Pokemon leapt forward. In less than a second, the strangest feeling besides that of having been turned into a Lopunny swept over her. As the scene became a blurring whirl, she went lightheaded, her stomach jerking as if she were falling, her body seeming to turn insubstantial. When everything came back into focus, she found herself in a grand foyer, standing in front of a Roserade.

Immediately rushing over, the Roserade asked if anyone was hurt. [color=palegoldenrod]"I-I'm fine,"[/color] Gabrielle insisted, even though the bruise on her head still ached, she couldn't stop trembling, and the room swayed nauseatingly around her from the teleporting. When the Gallade suggested cleaning her up, she took one look at herself and cringed. Mud dripped from her fur onto the floor.

She nodded at the mention of a dress. [color=palegoldenrod]"There'd better be."[/color] Being naked shouldn't have been a big deal as she was covered in fur, but she couldn't help feeling somewhat awkward, and a stylish outfit was something she simply couldn't be without. The question was, though, how would there be anything around that would fit a Lopunny?

It still felt too unreal to truly sink in. In just about an hour, she'd gone from a famous face concerned with getting to a party on time, to a Pokemon concerned with getting away from predators on time. How could this be happening to someone like her?

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[center][h2][color=magenta]Mira[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=magenta]"I'll be alright,"[/color] Mira reassured Alexander. [color=magenta]"It's nothing a little rest won't help with."[/color] She gave a wan smile, then leaned on Florentine as he led her towards her room. [color=magenta]"You're ok, aren't you?"[/color] she asked the Gallade, blinking and squinting up at him. The light she'd been teleported from the darkening forest into wasn't helping her headache.

[color=magenta]"Note to self. When using psychic power, restraint is key,"[/color] she mumbled as she reached her door. Turning the handle, she looked back over at Florentine. [color=magenta]"Don't worry about me. I just hope the new girl's going to be ok."[/color] With that, she staggered inside.

The other servants would help the best they could, she was sure, but it didn't take a psychic to predict what would happen later on. Jean and the Lopunny would undoubtedly clash.