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Troublesome laughter seemed to echo through the air when Arrow managed to spook another victim just walking through the town by blasting "What's New, Pussycat?" for the 5th time that morning, haunting a seemingly harmless little radio, probably found in the junkyard somewhere. It was how she was getting her sick kicks, being an absolute nuisance and reminding all of Tanglewood why technology was a terrible idea after all. Also she hadn't bothered anyone in a long while, and with all that was going on, she needed both a distraction and something to do that wasn't wandering around all pathetically. She'd been moping like a fuckin' loser since Elsweyr had come back injured, and it only got worse with the rising tensions between Aurum, Atbash, Atticus and Kiira. Jesus, she never realized how big the A-Gang was.

Snickering at her latest victim as they cussed her out to the moon and back before taking their leave, Arrow leaned up against the small machine, looking out at her swampy kingdom of decrepit buildings. Technically it was Aurum's kingdom, but hey, she'd been here longer. She was the swamp. A long sigh escaped her, the joy of haunting technology was a short lived feeling. She hadn't been able to shake off the feeling that she wasn't meant to be a ghost. It wasn't any fun after a while, except for the brief shitdisturbing abilities, like right now. She couldn't drink though, or feel the sun and rain, or eat. Only a vague sense of touch, and she couldn't do her job very well if she passed right through everybody. She'd almost forgotten how much it sucked, how lonely it felt, until she saw Sophiea and Goldie bein' all cute. She'd never had a reason to feel bitter and jealous, but she felt a knot in her stomach realizing she wanted what Soph had. One, a partner, and two, the feeling of another's warmth in her bones.

"Boo." The spectre muttered, sliding off the metallic box and stumbling back home, where she expected to be alone again. Elsweyr was still in no fucking shape to be making the march back, no matter how close she said it was. Maybe Arrow would visit her as usual, stay a bit, then bounce when the woman needed her rest. She grimaced. Sounded like a hospital.

There was no creak of the floorboards when she passed through the front door, no sound of paw steps and no echo of any life at all. Same as ever. Although, just inside there was something new.

Els often left her food, forgetting she did not eat, could not eat, and repeatedly felt guilty for doing so, despite the ghost's insistence that it was okay. They'd had a talk about it, and she had to tell the truth about what happened with all the coughing and the blood. And it was that conversation that made Arrow realized that uh oh, she was so utterly fucked. Well, sort of. Did crushes count as bad luck? Maybe if you were Arrow, apparently. How many had she had now? Let's see, Stocking, Aya, the one girl she didn't remember, even Sam for a bit. Thanks, Goldie.

5?? 5 crushes. Sweet Jesus.

Back to the point. Arrow shook her head, a habit she'd picked up and had been doing quite a lot lately. She squinted at the figure, stepping closer with all the lack of fear one would expect from both someone as stupidly fearless as herself, and also someone who was beyond dead. Not like she had anything to worry about. It didn't move. She tilted her head, before realizing this was a little more than another slap of meat, something Elsweyr couldn't even gather in the first place.

This was a body.

Arrow jumped backward, a string of curses released into the stillness. Something brushed past her. A note? A note. Green eyes read it over a few times, noting the handwriting and the manner of speaking was definitely in line with her house mate. For her. Flesh and bone once again.

One minute became two, then 5, then 10, without any sound out of the ordinary. By the 10 minute mark, all hell had broken loose. Crashing, things knocked over, and a whole lot of "God fucking damn it!" To really wake up the neighbors on such a sunny morning. The door swung open violently, and out tumbled the less than graceful resident.

There was no ghost cat of course, only the lanky and bruised form of a cheetah. King cheetah, to be exact, stupid little fuzzy mohawk sticking up in at least five other directions. Her nose was bleeding, most likely from bonking it against something or other. She kicked her legs around like she just discovered legs, rolled onto her back with her tail draped over her bloody face. It might have not looked like Arrow, but it sounded like Arrow, swore like a sailor like Arrow, and who else on this bitch of an earth would somehow manage to forget how to use their legs and tuck and roll out the front door like Arrow? As if the unusual green eyes, for the species anyway, wasn't a dead giveaway.

"ELSWEYR! Help, fuck- can someone push me over? And can someone get me a rag? I gotta nosebleed."

// tl;dr: els left behind a new body for arrow to use ( king cheetah to be exact ), but she is an idiot and forgot how to use her legs and now she's stuck looking like a pretzel outside
i am going to have so many pre body change disclaimers fuckin hell

The symphony of curses startled the scottish wildcat, nearly resulting in a spilled kettle.  With concern and alarm, the youth scrambled over his own paws for the door, subconsciously pulling his housemate's medical satchel over his shoulder on the way.  Shouts and curses were often a direct result of pain or discomfort.

His thick striped tail curled behind him, eyes flashing for the cause of alarm and distress.  The feline quickly bounded for Arrow, bemused by the position but maintaining a polite stature.  She looked well aside from the bleeding nose -- his paws quick to run through the satchel for a clean rag.

"Here," he offered Arrow the rag with a gentle smile, head inclining.  "There's some painkiller in here too, if you need any."

Re-learning to walk as Elsweyr said, did seem to be the next step, one he lacked experience in aiding with.  His support however, he could offer without doubt or struggle.