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driftfleet, part two.Please indicate the method in the subject line!
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A catch all for Clay Terran at
driftfleet, part two.Please indicate the method in the subject line!
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A catch all for Clay Terran at
driftfleet, part two.Please indicate the method in the subject line!
Voice;
I keep turning into a lion.
[Which is why Clay was hesitating in the first place. Normally, he wouldn't mind; in fact, he'd be asking Allen to come over and help him. But he knows about Allen's fear of lions, and he doesn't want him to be afraid of Clay.]
And I keep having these, uh. Magical mishaps? It's not much, but...
Well, I don't want to get off the Iskaulit until this is over.
Voice;
A lion.
...How?
Voice;
I think maybe I got one of my crewmate's powers? She can do this too, and she was saying she couldn't do it anymore, so...
Voice;
[Lions...why did it have to be lions. But he swallows, shoving those thoughts aside.]
So where are you going to stay on the Iskaulit?
Voice;
[He's not sure what happens if Allen loses his powers, so that's concerning. But also...]
I'm probably just going to stay in the gym area for now. I can't control this very well, and I don't want to be driving a shuttle home if it happens again.
[Because suddenly turning into a lion while driving a shuttle probably wouldn't end well.]
Voice;
[He guesses there's the lightning and ice magic he has now that could be a problem too, but when you spend years learning how to channel a power source that's much unwieldy than magic? Eh. He's not too worried.]
...That can't be very comfortable.
Voice;
[That has to be hard to deal with, even though Allen says he'll be fine. Ugh... Why did it have to be lions?]
I'll be fine! I'll pile up some mats or something if it lasts for too long.
Voice;
[There's a pause as he imagines that. Clay sleeping on some mats in a dirty gym alone, worried about controlling his powers...]
Bollocks. I'm coming to get you.
Voice;
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[Sooner or later someone's going to make something explode okay]
Besides, Sokka modified a couple shuttles to handle a Noah. I think it can handle a lion.
Voice;
I, uh, I might not... look like me, just so you know. Sorry in advance?
[In other words Allen might walk in on a lion sorry babe]
Voice;
I'll be there soon. Just hang tight in the gym, okay?
Voice/Action;
[And so he'll wait. While hiding behind one of the gym equipments, like he had been since his talk with Allen.
When Allen walks in, he'll find that at least one of said equipment is hovering some, and several others have been turned upside down. Clay himself is still hiding out, so he's not immediately visible yet.]
Action;
Clay?
[Is there some fear in him that there's a lion here? Sure is, but right now he's letting his stubbornness override that. If Clay, Kanda and Sokka could put up with him being a Noah, he can do this]
Action;
At least, that's the noise that happens when the gym equipment that's hovering ends up clattering to the floor at that voice calling out to him.
That noise was probably shocking enough, but when Allen looks a bit to the side, he'll indeed sees a lion's head peeking out from behind one of the equipment pieces. He's got his paw up on the metal lining, as if it were a human just leaning out from behind a wall, and is still wearing Clay's workout clothes, though torn in some places and hanging awkwardly in others.
Also?
Somehow, someway, the visor is still staying on his head.
Yep.]
Action; 1/2
Shit.
For a second, his eyes grow wide and he stops breathing. For a second, he's right back in that shadowy cage with no hope of escape. He wants to run, he wants to scream- to get far far away. Coming here, especially without his Innocence, was a mistake.]
Action;
He forces himself to breath. The slow deep breath that Clay taught him, the first time he had a panic attack near him. Just like he'd remind him when Allen would wake up in the night, fear-stricken from nightmares and ghosts of his past.
Clay was always there for him when he needed him. Allen knew he was a broken person, but Clay always had a way of piecing him back together, of making him feel more whole. He made Allen see the beauty in the void of space, lifted him up before he got too low.
He had to do the same for Clay. Clay needed him right now. Childhood fears be damned.
He swallows as he forces himself to calm down. Notice the odd human behavior from the lion, the gym clothes, the visor. And notice the eyes. Even if they looked a bit different, Allen knew those were the eyes he's spent so much time looking into, loving.
I'm Allen Walker and I'm fine.
He holds out his hand, and offers a smile.]
Hey you.
Action;
But after a moment, Allen seems to calm himself down. It's visible even for Clay, who has a weird sense of sight right now. The way he breathes, how he relaxes bit by bit. How he holds his hand out and smiles, something Clay really didn't expect to see during this encounter.
He can't show it very well, but damn is he proud of him. So he tries to come out of his hiding place, but...
The problem is, this is still very, very new, and trying to walk with these legs is still very much a problem. He's very slow about it, moving one leg at a time while looking down at his front paws. And though he's careful, it only takes a few steps for him to get the way his back leg moves mixed up, the way it's facing and the way it's supposed to bend confusing him with how different it feels.
And so, after just three steps, he wobbles and goes teetering to the side, not even managing to catch himself properly. Whoops. That whole thing sure makes him let out a heavy sigh while lifting a paw to cover his muzzle, almost like a facepalm.]
Action;
[Okay, that was...pretty not graceful. He's never even seen an animal stumble like that- like they can't figure out it's own feet. It sure does a lot to detract from the fear and awe of the lion in front of him, enough that he rushes over to Clay's side, kneeling down to check on him]
Are you okay? Er- can you talk?
Action;
He still keeps his face covered up a bit, though. This is awkward and embarrassing.]
Action;
[Well that sure makes things more difficult. But at least from the head movements and Clay's very apparent embarrassment- he still had his own mind and could understand Allen. That was something. Honestly, he just feels bad for him, enough that he reaches out without thinking and pets his mane - like he would run his hair in Clay's hair or well, pet one of the foxes]
It's okay....we'll figure this out.
Action;
Slowly, gotta keep his movements slow here, Clay moves his head over to rest on Allen's knee, then looks up at him with his eyes. He trusts him with this, that they'll figure it out, and it's about the only way he knows how to convey it without being able to speak.]
Action;
He pets the mane a little while more, as he thinks, before he speaks up. ]
How about...try visualising yourself as a human. Maybe that might do something.
Action;
Still, Clay will try. He scoots away from Allen some, raises himself up to a standing position, then tries to push himself up to his hind legs... only to tip forward back to all four of them.
Yeah, this probably won't work. He stares hard at his front paws, almost squinting, trying to concentrate... but that just makes one of the equipment start to hover again.]
Action;
Your mind is wandering, focus just on being human.
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