voice

[hallaifyouherd]

So, ah.

[ No sign of the elf on the screen. No. Better not. Not yet, anyway.

Not until whatever is happening decides to...not, anymore. ]

It seems as though there's a number of changes taking place.

Does anyone know when they stop?

Comments

[hallaifyouherd]

It's...hard to explain.

[lovernotafighter]

Try me! I've seen some weird shit; it can't be that bad.

[hallaifyouherd]

It's not just one thing that's changing.

And it's not staying changed. If that makes sense.

[lovernotafighter]

You're making less sense than Caboose. [Which would mean nothing to her, but would get a laugh out of other people]

Show me?

[hallaifyouherd]

[ Very, very reluctantly, she turns on the camera feed.

Several things are wrong. The tattoos on her face, the pattern. Her eye color, once deep brown and now a brilliant blue. Her ears seem smaller, her hair shorter. As he watches, her hair shifts to a soft, deep gray. Then everything seems to settle again, at least for a while. ]

...I don't know how to get it to stop.

[lovernotafighter]

[Sure, there were a lot of physical changes, but this? This shit took the cake. He had never seen anything so...weird...before.]

What the fuck is this?

[hallaifyouherd]

I don't know. Everything keeps changing. Sometimes it's my nose, or my ears, or my skin...

[ Her hand lifts to rub against the shaved underside of her hair, scraping against the fuzz of her scalp.

She looks mildly distressed, to say the least. ]

[lovernotafighter]

Holy shit! [How ...god, that's just weird!]

D...does it hurt?

[hallaifyouherd]

No, but it's very--

I would like it to stop.

[lovernotafighter]

[Fuck yeah, he could understand that; he wanted it to stop, too, because it was unnerving as fuck to look at.]

If it doesn't hurt and shit, don't by any mirrors or shit. Just...ignore it?

[hallaifyouherd]

I'm trying.

It's not as easy as that.

[lovernotafighter]

Your hands aren't turning into claws or anything, are they?

[hallaifyouherd]

No, not yet, thank the gods.