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[Week 2, Day 6] [Video, Accident]

[The Hitomi clicks on. There it shows, in a rather blurry and out-of-focus way, a wall of stone and clay - a room that clearly indicates the resident living in Kazesato. The video focused in right up and there's Marco, still wearing his morphing outfit, sitting on his bed. His back is  half-way towards the Hitomi - he seems to be staring at the wall. He sighs and rakes his tangled, wild hair and gives out a somewhat frustrated and exhausted sigh.]

Really, Elfangor? You decide to be a ghost now out of all times? Just  after you shove five kids the responsibility to save the freaking planet from your war and die while doing so, you also decide to haunt me in this freakshow place? Why couldn't you done that at Earth, man? It makes hell a lot more sense than here . . . whatever 'here' is, anyway.

[He sighs again.]

I bet you had one sick sense of humor when you were alive. Probably pulled some fast ones on your little brother too.

[Marco's bare shoulders suddenly tense. He suddenly picks up a ceramic on the floor, a sculpture of some sort .]

But still you weren't  fast enough!

[He throws it. It shatters against the wall.]

You could have easily escaped!

[He picks up another ceramic, a pot this time.]

But no, you just lay there and let that bastard eat you alive!  You could have morph into something and run!

[It breaks into a million pieces.]

Because that's all we ever been doing!

[He picks up another pot.]

We're just kids man! Six, against an empire!

[The echoes is incredible - the sounds of shards breaking and his broken voice becomes into one harmony.]

Just how naive are you?! What were you thinking?

[Instead of pottery, he grabs a chair and throws it instead. It bangs against the wall, but does not break.]

You probably weren't thinking at all!

[Marco, feeling suddenly drained, tries to lay down on the bed. He covers face with his hands tightly and slowly rocks himself, muttering little things that are not distinguishable over the Hitomi.

And then it happens. Marco's hands are growing larger, his short finger nails becoming curved nails. His skin starts to turn dark. Marco looks up, startled.]


[And Marco starts to grow larger, his teeth becoming sharper and his eyes becoming yellow. Sounds of the morphing is barely audible over the Hitomi, but if one can hear the bones shifting and the skin shifting around in a shaken matter. Marco lets out a horrified gasp, his voice changing from his normal human voice to the gravelly tone of a yoma's.]

Oh god, no, no, no, not this, please god, not this, not now . . .
[And instead of Marco sitting on his bed, a yoma stands in his place. Marco-as-a-yoma looks as his hands, a horrified look that makes the yoma face appear almost human. He doesn't say anything. Nothing can be said. He changes again - but not to human. No, black fur starts to grow rapidly, like darkened weeds, all over his body. His arms and legs shrink, his hands and feet becoming paws. A round muzzle starts to grow out of the yoma's fearsome visage. A tail grows, long and slightly curved. Marco shrinks and more fur grows, this time white. 

And soon enough, instead of a yoma on Marco's bed, there's a skunk.

For a while, the skunk just stands there, shivering. Then, it changes. It grows larger. And larger.

The fur shrinks back. The mouth grows out, with sharp teeth the size of a human finger and growing still. The backbone is extended, and for the briefest of moments, bare bone is exposed as new muscles and new skin and nerves are created. Scaley, reptilian skin starts to spread all over the naked skunks body, like a rash. The skunk-monster is more than the size of an average human and still growing. Growing powerful legs, with three claws shifts outward of the skunk's hind paws. Bones becomes dense, and new muscles start piling upon each other.

And Marco keeps on growing. Soon, he'll be too big for this room.

A still growing tail snaps and hit the Hitomi.

The feed cuts off.]


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Mar. 19th, 2010 03:48 pm (UTC)
[Well, after that morphing fiasco, Marco manages to calm down enough to respond. Of course, he's far from happy. This is the second time he snapped and have it broadcast to everyone, this time including out of control morphing. He really needs to figure out the kinks of this device. But still, look! A new face! She looks surprised and confused and worried at the morphing, which everyone should Marco suppose. Is she from a different reality as well? So he could only say one thing:]

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Mar. 20th, 2010 12:37 pm (UTC)
[Might as well get out on the left field, Marco suppose. If his morphing is seen public then there's nothing more Marco can do about, as that damn entry simply can't be deleted. He can only hope that if there any Controllers, there's only one and on the final stages of Kandrona starvation.]

Yeah, I'm cool. My morphing powers went out of control but I got it handled. Don't worry about it.

[Except, he doesn't. He won't be able to reject the allergic DNA for a while - Ax did say it varies between two days to two weeks. Until then, Marco has to keep calm and keep the morphing to the minimum, if not all at all.

Marco can only shrug.]

What's your name?
(Deleted comment)
Mar. 21st, 2010 07:37 am (UTC)
This place is a nuthouse. But I've seen worse. And the name's Marco.

Are you from another reality?
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Mar. 21st, 2010 05:08 pm (UTC)
So there's no natives here? Just other people from other worlds?


I was kinda hoping somebody from where I live was here as well, but if they were they're being quiet about on the network.
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Mar. 21st, 2010 06:24 pm (UTC)
Deserted with the occasional zombie dogs and monsters, sure.

[He pauses, considers.]

I can't imagine any of my friends or family would have keep this quiet for long. It's either they had arrive here and got killed by the incursion without having a chance to work on the Hitomi, or they never arrived here at all. For my sanity's sake, I'll go for option 2.

[He says this simply, as though the possibility that they are dead wouldn't rattle him. It doesn't, really - death is always at the door where he's from. Of course, not being surprised at the possibility doesn't mean that he won't be shaken by it. Nor does it dampens his desire to survive at any costs.]


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