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Characters: Watson and OPEN
Location: Everywhere in the city
Rating: PG13 for bad thoughts maybe?
Time: October 15, anytime of the day. Watson comes and goes at various hours of the day.
Description: Finding himself inexplicably claustrophobic in the clinic but persistently returning anyway, Watson ends up going out a lot today. Sometimes as a dog.
It often happened to him, even as a newly retired assistant surgeon of the Royal Army Medical Corps. Watson could not really countenance why, or perhaps it was normal for all men, but sometimes remaining indoors for prolonged periods of time made him feel incredibly restless and trapped, as if the four walls of whatever structure he was occupying were closing in around him.
At eight in the morning, he decided to take an unplanned walk outside, to make his way to the hospital to inquire after supplies ordered the week before. It would be a long enough walk and in open space, so surely it would pass?
What he had not expected that thoughts of his situation as a new magical creature -- beyond being human -- would flood his mind. After seeing Naruto's post on the network and the various other victims who have changed between now and their rescue... Watson had promised to be useful to the war effort and to Shibusen in order to bring everyone home, even at the cost of his dignity as a human being and at the risk of opening his soul to every other person out there to use. But when, indeed, was he going to start putting action into these thoughts? It was not nearly enough to only let Professor Stein study him, was it? Only the complaisant would think so.
Stopping mid-step at the sidewalk near the park (a long detour), he looked around at the empty street and hesitantly closed his eyes. The steps to go into the state for changing to a weapon came easily to him by now, but he stopped midway to veer off.
"Owow bowow canini," he murmured to himself, blanching at the foreign words, and in a quick flare of smoke, he was a great big something at the side of the road. Watson stared around, terribly disconcerted, and whined deep in his throat, the sound coming out not unlike a low rumble. An English Mastiff, now that he had changed enough times to form a judgment, and the folds he could feel hanging from his face helped in the deduction.
Lord, he thought to himself, tentatively experimenting by moving a paw forward and over the discarded sleeve of his coat. Watson had used this form in an attempt to escape their prison before, and had changed into it for but a moment yesterday, but he scarcely remembered either events. This is really happening. The injury on his back -- he could feel it still -- felt a little stiff, but a quick wiggle showed that it had not opened in the least. Good.
[ ooc: Feel free to comment with any time of the day that you are bumping into him. He could be a dog or human (or naked), just put in your options on the subject header and the location, and I will figure it out! He'll be in and out of the clinic. Note that he will probably not be talking as a dog, though, but he will be near his pile of clothing. Action or prose are all right, but I will be faster with action.
And uh, ignore the tl;dr, I do not usually tag that long. 8|
[Dog/Human/naked][Location][Action/Prose] ]
Location: Everywhere in the city
Rating: PG13 for bad thoughts maybe?
Time: October 15, anytime of the day. Watson comes and goes at various hours of the day.
Description: Finding himself inexplicably claustrophobic in the clinic but persistently returning anyway, Watson ends up going out a lot today. Sometimes as a dog.
It often happened to him, even as a newly retired assistant surgeon of the Royal Army Medical Corps. Watson could not really countenance why, or perhaps it was normal for all men, but sometimes remaining indoors for prolonged periods of time made him feel incredibly restless and trapped, as if the four walls of whatever structure he was occupying were closing in around him.
At eight in the morning, he decided to take an unplanned walk outside, to make his way to the hospital to inquire after supplies ordered the week before. It would be a long enough walk and in open space, so surely it would pass?
What he had not expected that thoughts of his situation as a new magical creature -- beyond being human -- would flood his mind. After seeing Naruto's post on the network and the various other victims who have changed between now and their rescue... Watson had promised to be useful to the war effort and to Shibusen in order to bring everyone home, even at the cost of his dignity as a human being and at the risk of opening his soul to every other person out there to use. But when, indeed, was he going to start putting action into these thoughts? It was not nearly enough to only let Professor Stein study him, was it? Only the complaisant would think so.
Stopping mid-step at the sidewalk near the park (a long detour), he looked around at the empty street and hesitantly closed his eyes. The steps to go into the state for changing to a weapon came easily to him by now, but he stopped midway to veer off.
"Owow bowow canini," he murmured to himself, blanching at the foreign words, and in a quick flare of smoke, he was a great big something at the side of the road. Watson stared around, terribly disconcerted, and whined deep in his throat, the sound coming out not unlike a low rumble. An English Mastiff, now that he had changed enough times to form a judgment, and the folds he could feel hanging from his face helped in the deduction.
Lord, he thought to himself, tentatively experimenting by moving a paw forward and over the discarded sleeve of his coat. Watson had used this form in an attempt to escape their prison before, and had changed into it for but a moment yesterday, but he scarcely remembered either events. This is really happening. The injury on his back -- he could feel it still -- felt a little stiff, but a quick wiggle showed that it had not opened in the least. Good.
[ ooc: Feel free to comment with any time of the day that you are bumping into him. He could be a dog or human (or naked), just put in your options on the subject header and the location, and I will figure it out! He'll be in and out of the clinic. Note that he will probably not be talking as a dog, though, but he will be near his pile of clothing. Action or prose are all right, but I will be faster with action.
And uh, ignore the tl;dr, I do not usually tag that long. 8|
[Dog/Human/naked][Location][Action/Prose] ]