07-08-2018, 11:04 AM
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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
The sounds of shouting and the steady rise of alarm in the air is what woke him up, and with a groan, the Seraph rolled sideways out of bed. Except that he fell significantly less gracefully, additional weight making the decent clunky, and he let out a startled noise when he found himself sitting on the ground staring down at human fingers. A beat as he blinked down at them, thoughts processing a bit sluggishly, before he lifted his head and stared into the mirror across the room. The only thing he recognized were his pale blue eyed, but the rest? Definitely not. ”What the fuck?” he asked aloud, though his voice was low and there was no increase in his pulse. This was all very confusing and weird, but Bast was extraordinarily calm about it. He knew Grimm had weird stories of transformations. He was a shapeshifter, after all. His powers were very likely on the fritz, and with a sigh, he pushed himself to his feet.
As he headed out into the Circle, however, he quickly got the impression that he had either relapsed without knowing it and was high as fuck, or this had happened to everyone. He didn’t pass a single animal, only confused and panicked people bearing familiar auras. Great. Groaning, he pushed a hand through his new found mop of curls and stopped to ask an Observer what the fuck was going on. She just gave him a weird look and a shake of her head, distressed with this situation, and Bast let her go before regarding the hallway. Huh. Why did everyone else seem to wake up in full clothes? Were they not asleep when it happened? He glanced down and shook his head in annoyance, shoving over the door to the Basement and resolutely making his way towards the cluster of very familiar auras. He was busy trying to conjure a fucking shirt as he went, forced to think back to memories and glance at others to get an idea of what he needed before he finally had one in his hands, successful.
”This is fucked,” he greeted ruefully, not needing people to announce themselves. He knew their auras. He fumbled with untangling the shirt in his hands and dragged it over his head, annoyed that the movements weren’t quite as graceful as his normally were. Changing species would do that to you, he supposed. His curls stuck up messily from forcing the shirt on, and he shook it out as he added, ”I don’t think everyone here is a shifter, nor would it make sense for everyone to have changed at once. Somethings messed.”
With human hearing, the screaming didn’t reach him from outside. There was a tinge of distress that zinged through the air though, and he sensed it vaguely, his head going up as he glanced towards the wall with a slight scowl. Confused members out in the bunker? Perhaps.
As he headed out into the Circle, however, he quickly got the impression that he had either relapsed without knowing it and was high as fuck, or this had happened to everyone. He didn’t pass a single animal, only confused and panicked people bearing familiar auras. Great. Groaning, he pushed a hand through his new found mop of curls and stopped to ask an Observer what the fuck was going on. She just gave him a weird look and a shake of her head, distressed with this situation, and Bast let her go before regarding the hallway. Huh. Why did everyone else seem to wake up in full clothes? Were they not asleep when it happened? He glanced down and shook his head in annoyance, shoving over the door to the Basement and resolutely making his way towards the cluster of very familiar auras. He was busy trying to conjure a fucking shirt as he went, forced to think back to memories and glance at others to get an idea of what he needed before he finally had one in his hands, successful.
”This is fucked,” he greeted ruefully, not needing people to announce themselves. He knew their auras. He fumbled with untangling the shirt in his hands and dragged it over his head, annoyed that the movements weren’t quite as graceful as his normally were. Changing species would do that to you, he supposed. His curls stuck up messily from forcing the shirt on, and he shook it out as he added, ”I don’t think everyone here is a shifter, nor would it make sense for everyone to have changed at once. Somethings messed.”
With human hearing, the screaming didn’t reach him from outside. There was a tinge of distress that zinged through the air though, and he sensed it vaguely, his head going up as he glanced towards the wall with a slight scowl. Confused members out in the bunker? Perhaps.
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