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Post by The Jenn on Nov 22, 2010 8:22:00 GMT -5
((Sounds awesome. I'll insert a little drama at the same time.)) Practically flying through the streets of the Capital, Felaria flung herself about on two legs and flipped a few birds to anyone who complained about her whipping in front of them or slamming into a limb. She had to get home, had to get home, dear Suits, now! It was late, the streets had the usual sorts of drunken or distracted or jittery night traffic, and she had to get used to actually moving like this. Limbs were awkward, fur rubbed strangely, and her mane in the ears kept giving her the freakishly unsettling sensation of something being thrown over part of her head. She panted a little, skittered up the steps of their apartment building, and threw herself into their main living space. Her body arched a little, furred bits standing on end, and she looked about frantically for her lover. And a mirror. What the hell had that thing done to her?! |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 22, 2010 16:55:37 GMT -5
Harold had gotten off of work early, and had decided to take a shower. It was almost night time, and he had every intention of preparing a nice candle light dinner for Felaria when she returned. However, when he had gotten out of the shower and taken to fixing himself up in the mirror he had noticed the mark on his chest.
It was, without a doubt, a Jack of Hearts instead of a Jack of Clubs.
He found himself staring at it for a good two minutes before a curse escaped him. He had so hoped that everything was almost at a state of normal, and lo and behold his hopes lead up to this. He still wasn't anything close to normal if his rank could change on its own free will. He fished around in his mind. Heart abilities. Great. He wasn't hallucinating.
He jumped when he heard the door crash open. Hastily putting on enough clothing to be "presentable" he hurried out of the bathroom, his hair still soaking wet, and his shirt only half buttoned.
"Felaria what--"
He choked on his words. What? Was that actually her or had someone broken into their apartment?
"Felaria?"
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Post by The Jenn on Dec 12, 2010 9:02:19 GMT -5
Stopping her mad dash near the bathroom door, Felaria stared back at the wet and shocked-looking human in front of her. He... he had to ask?! The tone of her name in his question made her fur puff out even more, at least the bits where she had it. She gave him a wide-eyed, weirded out look and flew past him into the bathroom, ignoring his deliciously wet self for one of the only times in her life.
The mirror in their small apartment bathroom made her stare. The face wasn't... it wasn't rat. But it wasn't really lizard anymore either. It had the fringe and the weird smoothness, but... there was fine, short fur... and ears...
She breathed quickly for a few seconds, gulping two or three times to calm herself, and pressed the nails of actual hands into actual palms for the first time in a century. Oh, Suits. Oh, Suits, what was she now?
Turning to look at Harold, she gave him a plaintive look. "Izzit at least pretty?" Then her eyes flicked down at a splash of red on his chest and she found herself distracted for all of a few seconds. "An' uh... whassat you... Hearts?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 12, 2010 23:26:22 GMT -5
He was a little surprised when the woman blew past him. Yes, that was Felaria. There was no mistake about that now. Though she had managed to acquire her bipedal form and... some other things?
Slowly he peered into the bathroom after her. She still looked terribly flustered, and he supposed that he didn't look well put together himself.
"Yes, you're pretty," he said as she resisted the urge to reach out and touch her ears. They were obviously real, though the looked fuzzy... and it looked like she did have some fine fur. "You look a little bit like your old self. How exactly did...?"
He blinked. Right. His suit. He glanced down at his chest briefly before looking back up at the woman with a small shrug. "I guess I'm still not normal despite my vain hope. I can't find my Club abilities so it seems that tonight I'm a Heart. I... I don't know if it's temporary or not."
Harold shifted awkwardly. "Are you all right though? What happened?"
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Post by The Jenn on Dec 13, 2010 11:06:29 GMT -5
The way he said "yes, you're pretty" made some part of Felaria's panic just relax. He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Her man... she was so damn lucky. And what he said about his suit was weird, to be sure, but no more weird than some of the stuff that had been plaguing them for years now.
"I saved up some cash on the side through some, ah. Less... savory jobs. It was already committed, so I was sure as hell glad I didn't have to use it on the doc's stay. Went out to the Bazaar, the outer bits, met with some bitch of a cat with weird bits on'ner back. She sold me summat I thought was more'n it was. Seemed surprised by the result herself. Figure she was swindled jus' like I was. Don't make it better, a'course, but... well. Least I got some'a myself back?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 13, 2010 16:36:14 GMT -5
Harold listened quietly, doing his best not to stare at his girlfriend as she spoke. She was prettier now. Just the way her ears looked and the fact that she had a mane now....her fur. He shouldn't have missed all of it as much as he did. She was, after all, still her and her personality and spirit made up for whatever her appearance lacked. And then some.
His brow furrowed slightly. He really needed to find someone good enough to properly forge identification for them so they could get decent jobs. His job writing newspaper articles could only bring in so much income, and some of the odd jobs Felaria picked up made him wince. Of course getting IDs that could fool intelligent professional people required saving up more money. It was a vicious cycle of failure, which meant he should probably do some unsavory jobs himself.
"Yes, though something horrible could have happened to you," he reached out to pull her into a hug. Hopefully she wouldn't mind the fact that he was damp. "Since there won't be a next time I'll save the sappier worries for later. For now, want to go out to dinner to celebrate?"
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 3, 2011 0:51:27 GMT -5
As the moments wore on, Felaria felt more and more like herself again. She got her breathing back under control, relaxed some of the whipcord muscles along her back, and just sighed. "Coulda, yeah," she agreed with a mildly contrite note to her voice. Then he got all close.
Minding her wet, sexy, open-shirted man pulling her flush against him? She wouldn't dream of it. No. She reached up to curl her fingers against his scalp and pulled him into a kiss that was long overdue, her muzzle just slightly longer and more shapely, more like it used to be. And having hand again... she ran them down along his neck and then rested them on his shoulders, meeting his eyes with a strong measure of delight in her own. She was prettier. Definitely prettier. And bipedal again. And hell if that wasn't worth all this.
"Sounds real nice," she murmured, "but I'm shit for broke. Whaddid you have in mind, lover?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 9, 2011 1:23:02 GMT -5
Things were starting to look up despite the nine million set backs they had been facing. The kiss and wandering hands were proof of that. He was more than happy to return the kiss and let his own hands wander.
For a moment he lost track of what he had said when she pulled away to speak. Right. Dinner. That was kind of important.
"Ha, well, I was planning on cooking something for you but I don't think I have the focus for that with all that's happened and all the time I don't have to prepare everything. So there is that nice little restaurant a few blocks from here that just opened. My coworker mentioned it being a wonderfully romantic place." He smiled. "And then we can come back and have a little fun..."
His hair was still dripping on the floor, and at this rate he was going to leave a delightful puddle. "But first I need to properly dry my hair."
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 21, 2011 10:21:45 GMT -5
"You an' that mane'a yours need a lil time together," Felaria agreed. She'd quite successfully smeared water all along the front of his shirt when her hands moved down, but let go with a sheepish grin before she did anything else. In any sense. "I ain't plannin' on lettin' you focus on much tonight 'sides me, so that's just fine. Fine indeed." Oh yes he was.
So he had money for dinner. She wasn't complaining, hell no. Must have had something stashed somewhere for a moment like this. Celebration money. Smart man, her Harold. Always had his shit together no matter what, even when he didn't. A real planner.
"I'll leave you all nice an' clean an' unmolested for now. You go take care'a yourself an' I'll see if I can't scrounge up... somethin' to wear. Be back in twenty."
Because now that she'd gotten this body? Now that she was dealing with it, mentally and physically, now that her lover was okay with it, now that she was on a roll? She was going to raid that secondhand used crap clothes store and find something she could wear. Her body was weird enough without some sort of covering. Didn't have fur everywhere. She needed a bit of modesty - more for the fun of taking it off than keeping it on.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 19, 2011 17:58:16 GMT -5
Harold felt far more cheerful now. Even though he wasn't normal, still, things were going better. She had her bipedal form and was far more comfortable, though he seemed to be temporarily a Heart at least he had constancy most of the time. "Good luck," he said as he gave her a light kiss on the cheek before slipping into the bathroom.
It took him a bit longer than he liked to fix himself up. His hair protested drying properly thanks to the interruption, and he needed to find another set of clothing that was clean and dry. Ultimately he resorted to one of his casual outfits that didn't actually match, but was good enough for him.
By the time he was finished he was ready to greet Felaria at the door. He had the money and they could have a romantic evening out. Then they could have a blast when they came home.
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