Linus Sinker [protozoa] (mathstinks) wrote in beyond_evo, @ 2018-03-16 10:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | network, protozoa, steampunk, wither |
Every flower's reaching for the sun. (Sarah V, Kevin, Luke!)
Linus didn't typically wake up with the sun. It probably would have made more sense to, been a more natural and less jarring wake up than his alarm going off, but he always kept his curtains closed even before moving to the school, where there were actual lights outside that needed blocking out.
But it wasn't his phone alarm going off that woke him up on Friday. It was the sun instead, the feel of its warmth on his face, which instinctively turned to it as he started to stretch and twist. It was a good stretch, one that made him want to slip right back to sleep, but the sun against his skin felt like it was energizing him. Waking up more, he had the strange realization that he...was standing. He wasn't lying with a mattress at his back, but it felt just as fine. With a blink he opened his eyes, taking a minute to get used to how bright everything seemed. And then….how strange.
He was standing in grass that was at least as high as his waist, and at a far, far distance he thought he could see the school. What on earth…? The even larger shock was when he looked down and saw a green stem and leaves instead of his own body. He was used to what that level of shock would cause -- his instant turn into his smaller form and then floating around until he'd calmed enough to change. But nothing happened. Still green. He couldn't move more than turning and bending some (roots holding him in place, some part of his brain told the rest of him), and when his leafy arm-hands reached up to his face he….wasn't sure what he was touching, lacking much in the way of feeling sensation,but he knew it wasn't what should be there. It felt like lots of smaller things. …..Petals??? Was he a flower?
Hello???
He couldn't shout verbally, but shouting mentally as loud as he could was taking its place. Not that the psionic reach of a flower was very far, but maybe someone would hear. ….Oh god, he really hoped someone would hear, because it would seem that he (and the others that had been turned) were attracting the attention of a rabbit that was sniffing its way over. Oh no. He bent over as much as he could, his leaves grasping to reach around a small twig on the ground which he hefted up like a lance. Maybe if it came over he could poke it away before he was eaten??? JESUS.