*The Original Teleporting Cowboy Oprah is back!! In Slimline* - OTA nudge to Fred

[hunt_the_devil]

*The whoop of joy that echoed around camp was accompanied by the faint whooshing sound of John teleporting randomly around camp. He was respectful enough that he didn't enter anyone elses tent but he was going around from location to location almost as quickly as Nori had been as she had sped around the camp earlier on

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[un_move_able]

*Still wearing his boots, a pair of sweatpants, and the blanket, Fred had realized that he had given all of his fitting clothes to John in the time that they had switched mutations. Considering that he still did not enjoy the reminders from others (especially Creed) that he was so obviously back to his "old" self, he was not ready to go asking for his clothes back.

Either way, he was feeling a more than a little miserable to face the outside world in general for reuniting with his original mutation. He felt as though he was back to square one, meeting with his friends in this horrible body for the first time.

Thus, he remained in his tent, ignoring the camp and pretending to be asleep.*

[hunt_the_devil]

*John would go in search of his friend (with his clothes and food) if he didn't show up soon enough. There was a lot that the two needed to talk about and not to mention John felt that it was about time he had a heart to heart with the big guy.*

[un_move_able]

*Fred, no longer sleepy enough to even pretend, sat at his cot and stared at his surroundings.

What the hell was he doing? Both Domino and Bradley had come in to see him, and they treated him with the same amount of kindness as they had before this whole mess had happened.

Scanning the tent, he saw John's hat, and a part of him found amusement in the sight. Wraith was now back to his normal shape and could thus wear his cowboy hat once more.

Speaking of Wraith, Dukes had not seen hide nor hair of him all morning. What the heck was he up to?*

[hunt_the_devil]

*Once there was a fair amount of food (alright alright lots!) John headed over to Freds tent. He had already gathered together the clothing that had been leant to him as well as the remains of the snack pile that Fred had so very kindly donated.

Standing outside Freds' tent John was trying his hardest to juggle food and clothing*

Hey! I could do with a hand with this stuff my friend!

[icecoldwit]

*Frowning as she passed, Emma took a moment to investigate the onslaught of rather giddy, methodical and compassionate thoughts seeping around. She'd need a little more time to strengthen her mental barriers, but right then, she wasn't too concerned.

Everything was all 'I'm normal', 'my powers are back' and 'oh, I'm so happy' at the moment, so nothing was overly important to keep out.*

What are you up to, cowboy?

[hunt_the_devil]

*Glancing up at Emma, John smiled the first genuine smile in the last week. He was positively glowing with positive energy, relief, joy and happiness but it was twinged with a little concern for Fred whom he would take his food to if he didn't show soon enough*

Cookin' an' bein' thankful I can see my feet again. How your head Emma? GLad to have your thoughts back under control again?

[icecoldwit]

I imagine they're a welcome sight. *She nodded, smiling along with him as she moved to investigate his delightful little spread of food.*

For the most part. It's better hearing than suddenly loosing it. It'll take a while to get the barriers set again, but now it's fine.

Glad I'm not gouging myself any more.

[hunt_the_devil]

Oh they sure are.

*John noticed the way her gaze had flickered to the growing pile of food. He gestured to one of the mess tins he had grabbed on route from the mess hall.*

Feel free to help yourself to some of this food, I'm takin' some over to Dukes later but there is plenty to go around. No doubt puttin' those barriers back up is hungry work.

You not been left with any injuries from your time with the nails or did those healing powers keep you pretty much scar free?