Report 006 [Video/Action (Later On)]
[Things as of late had been something of a mess for Robert. Being threatened by Yuber while trying to heal Nu, then being rescued by his boyfriend's brother and taken back to his family who see him as some kind of abomination for lacking "chi", some thing that Robert knew didn't even exist in his multiverse and thus couldn't be faulted for not having, were not helpful to this state. Really, he didn't expect things would get any more complicated.
... He should have expected something like this, really.
The first thing the scientist notices when he begins to drift into consciousness (in his own bed, back in his apartment) is that his body feels incredibly dense. Not even heavy, just dense. That's odd; he knew that the sprint from a few days ago had left him sore and leaden-feeling, but this was not even close to that kind of sensation. This was just... it was practically like his back was paralyzed.
He opens his eyes with a start - and finds his vision is suddenly different. Just slightly. Everything's colours are a little bit... off, in a subtle way that he can't quite describe yet with a half-asleep consciousness. Not as intense? But... more varied? Something like that. His brain's already going through the possibilities, and reflexively, Robert lifts a hand to his face thoughtfully.
... A green, striped hand. With three digits.]
[He doesn't scream. He doesn't even yelp yet, actually. He just stares at his hand, and then his gaze slides down his leathery, scaled arms to his plastron - his plastron. He's an anthropomorphic mutant red-eared slider.
This is both terrifying (what happened to my human body?) and incredibly fascinating all at once. And it implies that the Malnosso have a ridiculous sense of humour, because this is obviously an experiment. Obviously.
However, Robert realizes he can't just sit there. He's now exothermic, and from his decently-researched knowledge of turtles (granted, he hadn't had as much time as he would have hoped to research them if he was going to be one for awhile) he knows he'll need some kind of heat and light source. So he tries to pull himself up, as carefully as possible with his new heavier body - and immediately falls backwards to the ground with a heavy thud of shell impacting floor. (Any neighbours are welcome to hear that.)
Okay. Standing isn't going to work without intervention. Robert needs help. So he does the most logical thing he can think of - he reaches for his journal and flicks it on, speaking rather tersely (oh, his voice sounds different too, resonating with a different throat in his beak) into the video function, aimed via call function at a certain purple-mask-wearing fellow turtle - though his brothers, whatever species they might be themselves at the moment, are all-too-welcome to pick up on it as well.]
... Well, Donatello, it seems that the Malnosso have decided, on the basis of my former statement about my species, to correct the problem.
I will... need some assistance, and possibly education. As of present I am rather unable to stand with my... new body, much less walk.
[Later, after Donatello leaves most likely, Robert will be walking around the village, getting used to his new body; maybe getting supplies more befitting of an anthropomorphic turtle, like a sun lamp (if he didn't get one already from Don) or some method of cleaning scutes properly. Anybody who wants to run into a new giant turtle is completely welcome to.]
(OOC: All replies will come from herpderpetile most likely, assuming the mun does not break anything. Please forgive the relative inabundance of icons.)
... He should have expected something like this, really.
The first thing the scientist notices when he begins to drift into consciousness (in his own bed, back in his apartment) is that his body feels incredibly dense. Not even heavy, just dense. That's odd; he knew that the sprint from a few days ago had left him sore and leaden-feeling, but this was not even close to that kind of sensation. This was just... it was practically like his back was paralyzed.
He opens his eyes with a start - and finds his vision is suddenly different. Just slightly. Everything's colours are a little bit... off, in a subtle way that he can't quite describe yet with a half-asleep consciousness. Not as intense? But... more varied? Something like that. His brain's already going through the possibilities, and reflexively, Robert lifts a hand to his face thoughtfully.
... A green, striped hand. With three digits.]
[He doesn't scream. He doesn't even yelp yet, actually. He just stares at his hand, and then his gaze slides down his leathery, scaled arms to his plastron - his plastron. He's an anthropomorphic mutant red-eared slider.
This is both terrifying (what happened to my human body?) and incredibly fascinating all at once. And it implies that the Malnosso have a ridiculous sense of humour, because this is obviously an experiment. Obviously.
However, Robert realizes he can't just sit there. He's now exothermic, and from his decently-researched knowledge of turtles (granted, he hadn't had as much time as he would have hoped to research them if he was going to be one for awhile) he knows he'll need some kind of heat and light source. So he tries to pull himself up, as carefully as possible with his new heavier body - and immediately falls backwards to the ground with a heavy thud of shell impacting floor. (Any neighbours are welcome to hear that.)
Okay. Standing isn't going to work without intervention. Robert needs help. So he does the most logical thing he can think of - he reaches for his journal and flicks it on, speaking rather tersely (oh, his voice sounds different too, resonating with a different throat in his beak) into the video function, aimed via call function at a certain purple-mask-wearing fellow turtle - though his brothers, whatever species they might be themselves at the moment, are all-too-welcome to pick up on it as well.]
... Well, Donatello, it seems that the Malnosso have decided, on the basis of my former statement about my species, to correct the problem.
I will... need some assistance, and possibly education. As of present I am rather unable to stand with my... new body, much less walk.
[Later, after Donatello leaves most likely, Robert will be walking around the village, getting used to his new body; maybe getting supplies more befitting of an anthropomorphic turtle, like a sun lamp (if he didn't get one already from Don) or some method of cleaning scutes properly. Anybody who wants to run into a new giant turtle is completely welcome to.]
(OOC: All replies will come from herpderpetile most likely, assuming the mun does not break anything. Please forgive the relative inabundance of icons.)