Kamizuki Izumo (clouded_moon) wrote in strangergamesrp, @ 2012-07-21 09:21:00 |
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[Event Log] EARS
Who: Kamizuki Izumo
When: July 12th
Where: The infirmary, the forest
What: Izumo has a well-deserved panic attack. What did they do to his head?!
Warnings: Izumo Swearing
Open or Closed: Closed
Observable: No
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Izumo had been really tempted by the idea of that much money. He, like all the rest, had no idea how much money constituted their debt, nor how much his wages contributed. And he was curious, too, that the Scientists were asking for volunteers. So he’d found Marcus, a few days ago, and had asked him about it.
“Oh, mostly DNA samples. One of the higher-ups thinks he’s isolated a particular mitochondrion that’s reactive to a pulse the Machine emits. I think it’s nonsense....and we wanted to try a little gene-splicing. It’s mostly theory.”
Izumo remembered these words as he woke up, hazy and slow. He was in the infirmary. He knew that.
He could hear everyone moving, talking.
And then something on his head twitched.
Izumo registered the unfamiliar motion and bolted upright in the bed. The room swayed, and he clenched his hands in the covers, mouth wide for breath. What was on his head shifting muscles fluttering sensation, he could hear so much oh gods this was their fault and what in the seven hells had they done?!
He slung the covers off and his bare feet slapped onto the tile. There, his sandals, his body swaying and finding the balance. At least he was in his own clothes....
He didn’t question the instinct to run.
He slipped on his sandals, peered out of the curtains, slipped on a henge of see-me-not and bolted.
A Konoha ninja always felt safer not out in the open.
Izumo ran for the forest and the trees, the deep shade that would hide his illusion even more. The trees that would shelter him high above everyone else, the safety and the silence of the woods.
He rode the fine edge between reason and panic with a rough metallic taste in his throat.
He found a good thick oak and scrambled up into the highest branches. He wedged himself in securely and indulged in a hyperventilating fit, shaking like a leaf, awareness of the world fading dim and cold. Panic hit the medication and the two blended strangely, peaking and twisting until it all faded out and Izumo blinked.
He found himself staring at the rippling canopy. The sun had moved about an hour’s length in the sky. He felt drained and limp, sagging with exhaustion.
A bird moved.
His ears twitched.
Ears.
Izumo reached up cautiously. There was no wound, no soreness, but right above his own ear started another, over-sized to the point it took Izumo a moment to even place the shape. A round ear furred faintly on the back, soft to the touch. A delicate membrane that was warm and living, and he could feel the touch and the ear under his fingers. It was....bizarre but his ability to be afraid had temporarily been overwhelmed by the panic attack.
What was it? The shape was familiar.
The way it folded back into his hair was familiar too.
Izumo tried to visualize the shape.
An image popped into his head - a little creature with round ears to attention.
A mouse. He had godsdamned mouse ears.
Startled, he laughed, but it had a high thin twisting quality like hysteria. After a moment he choked it down. No, none of that. He wasn’t going crazy dammit. This place was crazy. He was just coping. And breathing. Right, that was important too.
Izumo sat and breathed and tried not to think. After being so worked up it was actually easy to do that, fall into the blank-minded state of weariness and let himself process all this.
He breathed, and closed his eyes.
Birdsong and the rustle of the wind in the trees.
Izumo dozed off, and dreamed of mice.