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daybreakacademy2020-03-17 09:24 pm
hawkwardness) wrote in daybreakacademy2020-03-17 09:24 pm
Entry tags:
when pigs fly?!
Who: Tobias, OTA
When: March 13th and onwards
Where: Campus, Mythril Cage
Warnings: Body horror, angry piggy
A
[It's a perfectly nice sunny day to fly. He's been feeling peculiar, sure, but not so bad he's going to give up his favorite activity. Just tingly. Itchy, sort of. A little queasy when he eats, not very hungry in general It's an allergy to something, he's been told. It'll pass.
And he's having a fine time... until he's mobbed. Crows. Horrible obnoxious things. He understands perfectly well why they'd go after him--it's just survival. But it's never pleasant, and they're generally too quick for him to turn and fight back. Easier to just leave, which is what they want. And which is what he's doing, irritably, until...
He starts to grow. He's very quickly becoming one damn heavy bird of prey, and he can't seem to stop it. He wasn't even thinking of morphing, not in midair, and the panic gnawing at his nerves only makes it worse... the morphing, if that's what it is, actually prickles, like a million needles stabbing at his skin. He feels hot and heavy and he needs to get down to the ground now. Fortunately, he's able to make it to the ground without plummeting and splatting.
But the obnoxious mob follows, as he hasn't gone far enough. He's still a threat, in their minds. A weird one. A grotesque, twisted shapeshifting mess, still growing larger and scalier. Also, yelling to anyone in the immediate area...]
< Ahh! Come on! Leave me alone! Not now, you idiots! What the hell is wrong with me! >
B
[He doesn't regain control of his morphing. It happens again and again, every time he's stressed out. And who wouldn't be feeling a bit stressed with this kind of nonsense sprung on them, let alone on top of everything else? It's very, very hard to stay calm.
So, just in case, he's taken to spending most of his time outdoors or sleeping in the arena. It's the only sensible option. He can't be indoors, he's too likely to morph a certain gigantic tank monster and crushing the furniture. Or a person. And he had the sense to tell one person at least that he wasn't kidnapped! He's learning.
It's a restless, uneasy few days. Fortunately, it won't last forever... Four days into his 'sickness', he starts to feel very bad indeed. A wave of almost painful nausea, and the sensation of another mind looking out through his eyes. An animal mind, stronger than his normal hawk instincts. Smart, curious, but confused. And once again, he starts to change, bones cracking...
What a shame he didn't have the foresight to lock himself in one of the cages!]
When: March 13th and onwards
Where: Campus, Mythril Cage
Warnings: Body horror, angry piggy
A
[It's a perfectly nice sunny day to fly. He's been feeling peculiar, sure, but not so bad he's going to give up his favorite activity. Just tingly. Itchy, sort of. A little queasy when he eats, not very hungry in general It's an allergy to something, he's been told. It'll pass.
And he's having a fine time... until he's mobbed. Crows. Horrible obnoxious things. He understands perfectly well why they'd go after him--it's just survival. But it's never pleasant, and they're generally too quick for him to turn and fight back. Easier to just leave, which is what they want. And which is what he's doing, irritably, until...
He starts to grow. He's very quickly becoming one damn heavy bird of prey, and he can't seem to stop it. He wasn't even thinking of morphing, not in midair, and the panic gnawing at his nerves only makes it worse... the morphing, if that's what it is, actually prickles, like a million needles stabbing at his skin. He feels hot and heavy and he needs to get down to the ground now. Fortunately, he's able to make it to the ground without plummeting and splatting.
But the obnoxious mob follows, as he hasn't gone far enough. He's still a threat, in their minds. A weird one. A grotesque, twisted shapeshifting mess, still growing larger and scalier. Also, yelling to anyone in the immediate area...]
< Ahh! Come on! Leave me alone! Not now, you idiots! What the hell is wrong with me! >
B
[He doesn't regain control of his morphing. It happens again and again, every time he's stressed out. And who wouldn't be feeling a bit stressed with this kind of nonsense sprung on them, let alone on top of everything else? It's very, very hard to stay calm.
So, just in case, he's taken to spending most of his time outdoors or sleeping in the arena. It's the only sensible option. He can't be indoors, he's too likely to morph a certain gigantic tank monster and crushing the furniture. Or a person. And he had the sense to tell one person at least that he wasn't kidnapped! He's learning.
It's a restless, uneasy few days. Fortunately, it won't last forever... Four days into his 'sickness', he starts to feel very bad indeed. A wave of almost painful nausea, and the sensation of another mind looking out through his eyes. An animal mind, stronger than his normal hawk instincts. Smart, curious, but confused. And once again, he starts to change, bones cracking...
What a shame he didn't have the foresight to lock himself in one of the cages!]
A / everything not pig rampage related
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He takes a step forward and then hesitates when he hears a voice, not immediately certain where it's coming from.]
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< Can we do this later?! I'm not after any of you! >
[Fortunately for him, it seems the crows are too smart to keep pestering a hawk that seems to be transforming into... a raccoon? Nope, too weird for them, they're out.]
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[Ren kind of moves before he really thinks about it, rushing to intercept and hopefully catch the falling raccoon before it come to serious injury.]
Are...are you all right?
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< No! Not really! I can't stop morphing! >
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What shape are you supposed to be? I can't tell right now.
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[Nothing against raccoons, normally he doesn't mind them. His own body has turned against him, every part of it keeps shifting between the two animals--it would stop, if he could calm down, but how could anyone calm down in this state?]
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I have a trick that helps me calm people down. I can try it on you if you'd like.
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< Sure, fine, whatever! I'm getting tired and it's not stopping, so do it. >
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When he exhales, he releases his power. It races over him a wave, but without any pressure to it. What it does is wipe away agitation, sadness and any other emotion, replacing it with crystal calm.]
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< Thanks. I don't know what you did, but it worked. >
B - one thread only please, threadjacking and chaos welcome