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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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Quite.

Have you any past association with your current shape? [He's trying to figure out what the point of this particular experiment is.]

Not a single one. I do not even know what I am.

[Cecil gave up on that a while ago.]

[That. . .makes absolutely no sense at all.]

How odd. Have you met any other transformed residents yet?

[He nods.]

One of my housemates is now a stuffed toy, and I've seen at least one dragon.

A stuffed toy. Really. It seems that they have a convoluted sense of humor, these Malnosso.

At least this'll be over within a week, if everyone else is to be believed.

These experiments usually are. Though it wouldn't hurt to be prepared for the worst.

Luckily, this body is just as funtional as mine. Even if this lasts longer, I'll have few problems adjusting.

Hn. It would be a terrible pity if, upon hearing that, the Malnosso added an extra catch, wouldn't it?

...Do they often do that?

[He really hopes he did not just jinx himself.]

It seems to me that they are of the temperament to do exactly such a thing, but, no, I have yet to see it happen myself.

[So you can probably rest easy. Probably.]

I'll still be careful for the rest of the week, I think. Even the birds might turn against me, for all I know.

[Said birds do not appear to be very interested in doing so, but he's not taking any chances.]

You do that.

[He would offer to get rid of those birds for you, but those claws and beaks aren't something he wants to deal with.]

What about you? Have any housemates of yours suddenly become tall enough to accidentally step on you?

[Because considering the size of some of those things, being stepped on is starting to look like a valid concern.]

Quite fortunately, no.

[His roommate has just been moping around lately and getting drunk and shooting bolts of purple energy at him. Nothing he can't deal with.]

I do hope your luck will hold, then. This is starting to become dangerous for smaller beings.

So I've noticed.

Then again, I suppose even a cat your size would seem dangerous to that fairy.

I seem to have missed some crucial piece of information. Which fairy do you speak of?

I met a woman who had been changed into a fairy, earlier. My ravens nearly ate her.

I don't imagine that she would have tasted very appealing even if they'd managed it.

She was glowing. That screams 'not edible' to me.

Perhaps the glowing is merely a bluff.

[He shakes his head.]

I doubt it. She appeared to have little control over her powers.

Hn.

[You get another calculating stare thrown at your birds. This time, he's not so much considering eating them as pondering their potential danger.]

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