sunnyshadow (sunnyshadow) wrote in bearandbarnacle, @ 2009-11-18 03:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | event, midas touch, xelpost |
Xellos: Event: Midas Touch
The first time it happens he smiles with more delight than surprise. Chaos moves, after all. Random things changing form around him unexpectedly, well, that's something that happens to mystery priests sometimes. And greyhounds are lovely dogs.
A dalmation and a bloodhound later, he's no longer smiling, although his mouth is still curved up. An experiment that results in a wolf, a fox, another wolf, and a beagle, and an attempt to mitigate the damage that turns one of his most comfortable work shirts (the ones he wears to mediations in the morning, unlike the fun t-shirts he wears to the pub, have long sleeves) into a corgi and a pair of gloves into a Jack Russel terrier and a dog he's never seen before that frankly looks more like a bear.
The obvious solution is to clothe himself astrally, as he always did when purely an astral creature. His tendrils don't change things, so that's safe, and his old uniform, with the turtleneck and gloves and his hems wrapped, that should keep his skin locked away without his having to think about it. Two years away have barely touched the surface of that old habit.
It doesn't feel strange enough to be wrapped up from the world in this way, to have the part of him that hungers standing between his human skin and the rest of the universe. His newish stick--the willow one with the lump of amber up top--is completely the wrong color scheme, but at least it's the right weight in his hand, and will prevent him falling on his face and turning a square of pavement into a poodle with his unprotected nose. Long before the end of the first day, he's forgotten to keep his eyes open behind his glasses, and has developed an almost entirely internal tremor and a quietly cheerful (but possibly slightly disconcerting) smile. Staring into his new sunlight spell for ten minutes doesn't help much, either.
Obviously this thing where he's revived instead of undead is upsetting the universe in some way. If the universe is so sensitive, maybe it should have its nervous system ripped out. Then it would feel better. Probably a good idea to feed the not-pack first, though.
ETA: No, Xel has not yet noticed that his metal-and-glass glasses and the cotton T and jeans and socks he changed out of are still inanimate.