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andeatitWho: L and Light
What: Light's transforming, and it's not going well.
When: Today, early morning
Where: Bavan
Warnings: None
It seems that I managed to get the wings after all, Ryuk.
That had been his thought that morning as he'd looked into the mirror. The night before had been a terror, and his body still ached from pain that had engulfed him. Despite the dry thought, he wasn't at all humored at the sight that had been before him. Long, black antennas sprouted from his head, smaller, feather-like strands of black sprouting out in a plumose pattern. On his back, a set of wings had also sprouted, forcing themselves through the skin. The black pattern with the tamper off white-orange at the bottom likely belonged to a certain species. He didn't know yet; his knowledge tended toward the more useful rather than facts about insects. But he would find out. The libraries may not have anything useful about the monsters, but they did have books of that nature.
The transformation wasn't unexpected. The first thing Light had done upon getting released from the hospital was gather information. A plan that was conceived blind wasn't a good plan at all, but he couldn't sit by idle. So, he had worked to educate himself. The first time he had seen a monster had been jarring, but he'd hid it well after the initial shock. While the others of the two seemed a bit weary of both him and the monster, none of them were acting as if it were their first. Soon enough, he'd seen many others, and he was learning enough, but he didn't like what he had learned. He too would turn, it seemed, if the trend held true. Into what? No one could say. It was different, even within the categories he was able to create.
That made accumulation and his next steps difficult. He had to get off the peninsula and back home, but he couldn't do it as a monster. His time had been spent researching the history, but no information relating to the transformations or a way to escape had come up. As more time passed, he began to make preparations; he wasn't giving up, but he had to survive long enough to find his answer.
Bavan was more tolerant, he was told, so that had been his destination. There, he had managed to take a few odd jobs to earn money, though he did plan on finding something more sustaining after the inevitable happened.
Then it had. He'd thought he had been ready for it, but he wasn't. Monster tolerance was higher in Bavan, but there were a lot of repercussions that came with how he looked. A role in the police force would be hard to get, though he supposed he could do something privately and earn a reputation that made him worth hiring. He could do that easily enough considering his skill. Even still, people would be frightened when they saw him, which was a large handicap. A large part of succeeding in a society was public image, and his current image would come with preconceived notions. Light didn't doubt his ability to overcome those, but it was an extra hurdle he'd never had to cross before.
He hated it.
That morning, he had spent more time than usual in the bathroom. He knew he couldn't leave it while so angry with his appearance, so he'd waited, he'd made plans on how to deal with it. First, he would need to find someone of a similar species, and learn from their experiences. Books had proven useless in this area, other than identifying what parts made up his new look. He also had skills to test. What could his body do now? It wouldn't be worth the payoff, not when taking away something he'd found so useful, but that didn't mean he wouldn't utilize them.
It'd been a new feeling, the shame he had felt when he walked from the house. His appearance had always inspired pride, and a very different kind of attention. But he wasn't going to show it, the lack of usual confidence in that area. His posture was straight, confident, as if he wasn't aware he looked like a butterfly with pointed ears and claws.
Could he eat? How much could he pass as human? Obviously not physically right then, but certain clothing might help. For now, there was food. That would be his first test. Rather than buying a lot of food, it made the most sense to find a restaurant, and try the food there. He'd been paying attention to what shops seemed most tolerant of monsters, preparing for when this day came.
Even with his preparation, he wasn't prepared.
What: Light's transforming, and it's not going well.
When: Today, early morning
Where: Bavan
Warnings: None
It seems that I managed to get the wings after all, Ryuk.
That had been his thought that morning as he'd looked into the mirror. The night before had been a terror, and his body still ached from pain that had engulfed him. Despite the dry thought, he wasn't at all humored at the sight that had been before him. Long, black antennas sprouted from his head, smaller, feather-like strands of black sprouting out in a plumose pattern. On his back, a set of wings had also sprouted, forcing themselves through the skin. The black pattern with the tamper off white-orange at the bottom likely belonged to a certain species. He didn't know yet; his knowledge tended toward the more useful rather than facts about insects. But he would find out. The libraries may not have anything useful about the monsters, but they did have books of that nature.
The transformation wasn't unexpected. The first thing Light had done upon getting released from the hospital was gather information. A plan that was conceived blind wasn't a good plan at all, but he couldn't sit by idle. So, he had worked to educate himself. The first time he had seen a monster had been jarring, but he'd hid it well after the initial shock. While the others of the two seemed a bit weary of both him and the monster, none of them were acting as if it were their first. Soon enough, he'd seen many others, and he was learning enough, but he didn't like what he had learned. He too would turn, it seemed, if the trend held true. Into what? No one could say. It was different, even within the categories he was able to create.
That made accumulation and his next steps difficult. He had to get off the peninsula and back home, but he couldn't do it as a monster. His time had been spent researching the history, but no information relating to the transformations or a way to escape had come up. As more time passed, he began to make preparations; he wasn't giving up, but he had to survive long enough to find his answer.
Bavan was more tolerant, he was told, so that had been his destination. There, he had managed to take a few odd jobs to earn money, though he did plan on finding something more sustaining after the inevitable happened.
Then it had. He'd thought he had been ready for it, but he wasn't. Monster tolerance was higher in Bavan, but there were a lot of repercussions that came with how he looked. A role in the police force would be hard to get, though he supposed he could do something privately and earn a reputation that made him worth hiring. He could do that easily enough considering his skill. Even still, people would be frightened when they saw him, which was a large handicap. A large part of succeeding in a society was public image, and his current image would come with preconceived notions. Light didn't doubt his ability to overcome those, but it was an extra hurdle he'd never had to cross before.
He hated it.
That morning, he had spent more time than usual in the bathroom. He knew he couldn't leave it while so angry with his appearance, so he'd waited, he'd made plans on how to deal with it. First, he would need to find someone of a similar species, and learn from their experiences. Books had proven useless in this area, other than identifying what parts made up his new look. He also had skills to test. What could his body do now? It wouldn't be worth the payoff, not when taking away something he'd found so useful, but that didn't mean he wouldn't utilize them.
It'd been a new feeling, the shame he had felt when he walked from the house. His appearance had always inspired pride, and a very different kind of attention. But he wasn't going to show it, the lack of usual confidence in that area. His posture was straight, confident, as if he wasn't aware he looked like a butterfly with pointed ears and claws.
Could he eat? How much could he pass as human? Obviously not physically right then, but certain clothing might help. For now, there was food. That would be his first test. Rather than buying a lot of food, it made the most sense to find a restaurant, and try the food there. He'd been paying attention to what shops seemed most tolerant of monsters, preparing for when this day came.
Even with his preparation, he wasn't prepared.
