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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2017 8:33 am
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It was a lot like watching someone go through the five stages of grief. What happened in a matter of seconds felt almost like hours as he watched, trying to decide if he should intervene, before inevitably deciding to let this wave ride itself out. At the end of it all, Ollie was flat on the ground and Jamie was ambling up to sit next to him.
He could've changed back then, could've tried to coach Oliver through the process of changing back too, but instead he laid down next to him, chin on the ground. Jamie was a bun pancake.
Solidarity, that's what it was. Something like that, at least. Give him a minute and he'd turn back, but for now he just wanted his friend to calm down.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2017 8:33 am
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The motions made it look like Oliver was trying to barter, but unfortunately Jamie wasn't totally sure what he was trying to say up until the leap-flop. There was no way to know if he meant this, but it almost felt like he was asking how to change back. Well, Jamie planned on helping him out with that, anyway, so now was as good a time as any.
He sat up, but instead of buncaking again he began to grow. It was a reverse of what the moon had done before. This time he seemed to unroll, his triangle face receded, his limbs pushed his torso further away. By the time he was done, he was human again, sitting on his hands and knees on the ground next to a raccoon.
Nothing could ever be stranger than the reality of Other Ashdown.
"Are you... ready to turn back?" he asked, looking down at Oliver. Even knowing this was his friend, a moonwalker, and not a cute animal—except totally a cute animal—he couldn't resist the call of soft fur. He gave him a little head scritch.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2017 9:21 am
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Accepting Ollie into his arms and making him a little half circle to lay in was automatic. Anything to show him he wasn't alone. They were pack, family, and they'd have each other's back. Honestly, once you got past the shock of it all, the whole transformation thing lost its scare factor. Occasionally it was an inconvenience—okay, it was often an inconvenience—but it became a part of life you simply accepted. Jamie had, anyway.
Delicately swirling his fingers in the fur around Ollie's shoulders, he said, "Going back and forth is easy once you get the hang of it. You only gotta remember what you used to look like, really focus on it, and imagine yourself becoming that." Scritch, scritch. "It's kinda like the way magic works in general, believe you can do it and you will. That's worked for me, anyway."
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2017 10:54 am
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If it made Ollie feel any better—though it very well might not—Jamie was also still sporting a few animalistic features. Hidden behind him was a short, wiggly tail. When he opened his mouth, his teeth were long in the front, flat and wide beneath his squished pink nose. The most obvious traits were his towering ears and large, awkward hare feet, though. There was definitely no missing those.
Needless to say, Jamie did bat an eye at Oliver's new look.
"Like s**t sounds about right," he said, having not too much trouble understanding despite the lisp. "I felt that way the first time, too." Jamie was gentle as he moved to help Ollie sit up, minding his tail. At least this way he might have better luck walking than he had on four feet.
"Wait, the senses? What did Eve say? Wait, no-" he shook his head, "-we can talk about it later." It probably wouldn't be all that comfortable to have an in depth conversation right now, anyway.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2017 11:58 am
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"Nah, it's okay," Jamie was quick to assure. The whole 'hands thing' sounded pretty damn unpleasant the way Oliver had put it before and he took no offense to how quickly he recoiled. With the full moon high overhead, he could only assume the issue was even further amplified. "You're definitely not wrong, though," he added with a small laugh, "These feet are so awkward. I can run pretty fast now, but at first I could barely keep myself from tripping."
A few joints popped as Jamie stretched with one large, gasped breath. "No reason to stay, though, I think. Let's go home, Ollie." Even Jamie didn't spend anymore time here after the transformation than he had to.
"Do you wanna stay over or... are you gonna, um, tell Elliot?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2017 12:14 pm
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That may Jamie's ears lay back in a similar, sympathetic sort of way. He totally understood the fear of telling other people, he'd felt the same way about telling his parents the first time, but the fact of the matter was if you lived with someone, it was a very hard thing to hide. The only solace in Oliver's predicament was the fact that Elliot did seem more accepting of magic than some, at least from what he'd been told.
In a world like the one they'd woken up to, that was a definite benefit. Jamie would've pleaded with Ollie to get out of there if not.
"Yeah... it's probably better to tell him. It's really hard to keep this sort of thing a secret," he motioned between them and their obvious animal parts. "If you wanna do it tomorrow morning, though, you have somewhere to stay." And yet, at the same time, "But if you wanna go ahead and do it tonight, I can walk you home."
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