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[all at once, everything makes sense. His rifle disappears, he is rightfully reunited with his infamous white coat, and his powers return in an intoxicating rush. The absurdity of the change, the sheer awful ridiculousness of it, burns and burns and burns...
He grabs the journal, voice low and cold with anger...]
Wasn't that an entertaining little adventure? I can't imagine what the point of that could have been, but I promise you this. I--
[his voice cuts off with a little sound of surprise, and the journal tumbles noisily to the ground. There is no sight of Legato for a long moment, until the gleaming gold eyes of a white dog with a very strange looking front leg finally glare into the camera. Then there is one extremely annoyed growl, and the dog goes stalking off into the town]
((ooc: Legato remembers himself now... but is stuck as a very angry dog for a few days. Feel free to run across him in town... he'll be swiping food wherever he can find it))
He grabs the journal, voice low and cold with anger...]
Wasn't that an entertaining little adventure? I can't imagine what the point of that could have been, but I promise you this. I--
[his voice cuts off with a little sound of surprise, and the journal tumbles noisily to the ground. There is no sight of Legato for a long moment, until the gleaming gold eyes of a white dog with a very strange looking front leg finally glare into the camera. Then there is one extremely annoyed growl, and the dog goes stalking off into the town]
((ooc: Legato remembers himself now... but is stuck as a very angry dog for a few days. Feel free to run across him in town... he'll be swiping food wherever he can find it))