[Currently in M01, from hereKurt exhaled loudly and suddenly when Kon sat on him. Jeez, way to knock the wind out of someone! Kurt was barely half Kon's weight, he would be crushed
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Martin Landel, Kristoph decided, was a silly man. The beasts and the critters, the dangers and the experiments... All could easily classify as threats to human life and decency. The man at the head of this operation, however, proved altogether different, enough to make a simple defense attorney wonder.
Enough, even, to boost his argument from last afternoon's discussion.
No matter. There would time for interpretation later. For now, Kristoph had a brother to meet and motives to twist. Flashing a gracious smile to his roommate, the man gathered his belongings and headed out the door.
The first thing Tobias thought was Snoring? What kind of evil doctor mastermind--
The second thing Tobias thought was Ack, my arms itch.
The third thing Tobias thought is not fit for print, as he looked down at his arms and realized they were popping out in spontaneous feather tattoos that really did itch, way worse than they usually did, in front of his roommate, and--
Then Tobias stopped thinking and started screaming, because he could feel his bones melting and hollowing out-- not the faraway familiar feeling of shifting, but like every cell in his body was on fire, and every growing pain and pulled muscle he'd ever had was every single inch of him all at once, everything changing and he could feel it and oh man oh man oh God his teeth were tearing out of his face as they merged and hooked into a beak, and his high keening human scream was the harsh sharp cry of a hawk now, and he plummeted to the ground, writhing in pain as he shrank (was crushed, he felt like he was being crushed by agony), and then...
Cross was on his feet instantly as the transformation began, hand pulled back at his side as he momentarily forgot that his rings weren't going to do him any good. He watched with wide eyes, readying himself for any danger but not expecting what actually happened.
His roommate had just changed forms - painfully, it appeared. He didn't move for a few moments, as he wasn't sure what would happen. Then, slowly, he took a couple steps toward the bird and knelt down. Should he dare touch him? Was this a normal occurrence come nightfall? The boy hadn't seemed especially prepared for it.
And could the bird still speak? "Ah..." He began moving as if he was going to pick it up, paused, then reached for it again. "What did... That is... Are you all right?"
Hawk instincts kicked in as enemy danger reached for Tobias, and he flapped suddenly to his talons-- except he didn't, because there was furniture in the way, trapped, and the bird in him went kinda crazy, struggling against the floor.
But the boy knew what was going on, and it was just a moment before he had control again, his chest rising and falling in great gasping breaths. < Back up a little, > he said, voice dizzy and strained. < Gimme some space. Oh, jeeze. Did I really morph in front of you? Oh, jeeze. What's wrong with this place? >
Moving back as directed, Cross half sat, half leaned on his bed as he continued to watch his roommate closely. He was being spoken to in some form or other, which was very interesting.
"Morph?" The way he spoke of it made it sound like this was something he'd done before. In that case, which form was the boy's true form? The board had mentioned some patients having been turned human from something else, but the boy must have been used to being human at least somewhat to be moving around in that shape as well as he was.
Nightshift came even faster than Sora had expected, but he had managed to eat a decent amount of his dinner before the lights went out. He started out of his seat, knowing that he couldn't waste any time, but he was stopped in his tracks when he heard a strange noise coming from the intercom.
"Is he... asleep?" he asked with a tilt of his head, and he had to fight not to laugh. It was just so... silly!
But hey, if Mr. Landel was getting some shut-eye, then this was the best chance he had to move around undetected, right? Grinning at that thought, Sora gathered up his flashlight and the extension cord, and then glanced over to Hanatarou.
"Good luck tonight! With, uhh, whatever you're doing." He knew that the other boy had some Arts and Crafts assignment to do, but the bulletin posts were always vague, so he didn't have the exact details. "I'll see you tomorrow!" he finished with a wave, heading out the door and down the hall.
Scourge hovered awkwardly around the door of M1, listening to the conversation on the other side. Hopefully it was Superboy and his roommate who were messing around in there rather than another "customer"; this was going to be awkward enough with two people. He had absolutely no idea how humans went about things, bar a few romance scenes in movies and a pornography he'd watched out of morbid curiosity, and he suspected offering to fix the plumbing would get him laughed at.
The tracker settled for running a hand over his mustache and beard, then again over his hair. After another moment of nervous shifting he very lightly knocked on the door.
Although Sora had left quickly after the doors had opened, Hanatarou had taken time to change into his familiar uniform first. He probably should hurry, he knew, since he was supposed to be meeting up with someone, but...well, he was kind of reluctant to rush to spend an evening alone with a vice-captain who probably didn't think very much of him.
At least he should be finally getting some supplies and would be able to replace the sad strips of fabric currently pretending to be rolls of bandages in his healer's bag. Hanatarou sighed quietly as he fastened said bag in place, adjusting the strap across his chest before taking his flashlight and heading out. Might as well get started.
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Enough, even, to boost his argument from last afternoon's discussion.
No matter. There would time for interpretation later. For now, Kristoph had a brother to meet and motives to twist. Flashing a gracious smile to his roommate, the man gathered his belongings and headed out the door.
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The second thing Tobias thought was Ack, my arms itch.
The third thing Tobias thought is not fit for print, as he looked down at his arms and realized they were popping out in spontaneous feather tattoos that really did itch, way worse than they usually did, in front of his roommate, and--
Then Tobias stopped thinking and started screaming, because he could feel his bones melting and hollowing out-- not the faraway familiar feeling of shifting, but like every cell in his body was on fire, and every growing pain and pulled muscle he'd ever had was every single inch of him all at once, everything changing and he could feel it and oh man oh man oh God his teeth were tearing out of his face as they merged and hooked into a beak, and his high keening human scream was the harsh sharp cry of a hawk now, and he plummeted to the ground, writhing in pain as he shrank (was crushed, he felt like he was being crushed by agony), and then...
It stopped.
< Oh. Oh ( ... )
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His roommate had just changed forms - painfully, it appeared. He didn't move for a few moments, as he wasn't sure what would happen. Then, slowly, he took a couple steps toward the bird and knelt down. Should he dare touch him? Was this a normal occurrence come nightfall? The boy hadn't seemed especially prepared for it.
And could the bird still speak? "Ah..." He began moving as if he was going to pick it up, paused, then reached for it again. "What did... That is... Are you all right?"
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But the boy knew what was going on, and it was just a moment before he had control again, his chest rising and falling in great gasping breaths. < Back up a little, > he said, voice dizzy and strained. < Gimme some space. Oh, jeeze. Did I really morph in front of you? Oh, jeeze. What's wrong with this place? >
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"Morph?" The way he spoke of it made it sound like this was something he'd done before. In that case, which form was the boy's true form? The board had mentioned some patients having been turned human from something else, but the boy must have been used to being human at least somewhat to be moving around in that shape as well as he was.
This was very confusing.
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"Is he... asleep?" he asked with a tilt of his head, and he had to fight not to laugh. It was just so... silly!
But hey, if Mr. Landel was getting some shut-eye, then this was the best chance he had to move around undetected, right? Grinning at that thought, Sora gathered up his flashlight and the extension cord, and then glanced over to Hanatarou.
"Good luck tonight! With, uhh, whatever you're doing." He knew that the other boy had some Arts and Crafts assignment to do, but the bulletin posts were always vague, so he didn't have the exact details. "I'll see you tomorrow!" he finished with a wave, heading out the door and down the hall.
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Scourge hovered awkwardly around the door of M1, listening to the conversation on the other side. Hopefully it was Superboy and his roommate who were messing around in there rather than another "customer"; this was going to be awkward enough with two people. He had absolutely no idea how humans went about things, bar a few romance scenes in movies and a pornography he'd watched out of morbid curiosity, and he suspected offering to fix the plumbing would get him laughed at.
The tracker settled for running a hand over his mustache and beard, then again over his hair. After another moment of nervous shifting he very lightly knocked on the door.
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At least he should be finally getting some supplies and would be able to replace the sad strips of fabric currently pretending to be rolls of bandages in his healer's bag. Hanatarou sighed quietly as he fastened said bag in place, adjusting the strap across his chest before taking his flashlight and heading out. Might as well get started.
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