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3rd moon [written/action]

[The message in the journal is short, sweet, and to the point.]

I have breasts, and I have birds. May I please receive an explanation for this?

[Whether or not he receives one, Cecil will soon leave the house to visit the weapon shop. Then, spear in hand, ravens at his side, he'll patrol the village looking for either people he knows or terribly bloody battles. He's not very picky about it.]

[[ooc: Cecil is now a valkyrie! ...A relatively modern valkyrie, in fact. considering some of his powers. Comments will come from lunarvalkyrie .]]

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It's still worth a try, if you think those impulses will overwelm you.

Perhaps I should concentrate on my desire to fly instead. This body might be able to do so, and it would distract me from the rest of it.

...alright, but let's start from the ground level, please?

[No, she doesn't want to see you leap out the window and crash, if you're wrong.]

Of course. I'd rather not break a leg because I misjudged this body.

[Happily going downstairs, though he first closes the window. Those poor ravens.]

[Rydia follows after him, wanting to witness this.]

Is everyone in the house transformed except for me?

Kain did not mention a transformation, and I've not heard from Ceodore. They might have been spared.

Hopefully, at least for now. The town's going to be chaotic enough, as it is.

Is everyone likely to band together, or to start fighting?

Probably neither. Most people will clue in to what's going on quickly enough, but it's not like there's anything we can do to solve it. There might be -some- fighting but I doubt it will be widespread.

I hope those who are now unable to function normally will receive aid, at least.

It depends on what form they take, but I hope so, too.

[She opens the front door and heads outside.]

Ready?

As much as I can be.

[He follows her outside, and starts concentrating on his desire to fly.]

[Rydia just stands back, giving him room.]

[He keeps concentrating, keeps visualizing himself flying, over and over again, until it feels like he is, until he can feels himself rising by the strength in his arms, until he can sense the wind all around him, ruffling his feathers- feathers!?

...Luckily, he's only about two meters high when he falls.]

[Rydia watches him in awe, then--]

Cecil!

[Cecil is fine, really. But he's somewhat busy staring at his wings. He's been transformed into a lady that can transform into a swan? This experiment is becoming stranger by the minute.]

Um....

[Yeah, she doesn't know what to make of this.]

...well, as long as you can fly. Can you change back?

[Okay, that's an excellent question. He doesn't want to stay a swan forever. He really doesn't want to stay a swan forever. He really, really-]

...It appears I can do so at will, at least.

[Sigh of relief.]

That's good. I'm sure flying would be fun, but that other form doesn't seem as convenient, otherwise.

[He stretches his limbs slowly.]

At least I know about it, now. I'll be able to practice later, once I'm used to the feathers.

[She nods, looking him over.]

Better that you found out now, anyway, and not in a situation where you'd be even more frazzled.

True. I could have fallen from much higher, or on top of a carnivorous animal.

...right.

[Not wanting to think about that too much.]

But you have a point, practice is a good idea.

I can use that ability to explore places I normally could not reach, too.

You really need to see the mountains from the air. It's breathtaking.

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