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[plasticasshole]

Who: Connor + Open!
When: During the full moons
Where: Around the city
What: Connor gets his Merrow tail... at the most inconvenient of times
Warnings: None so far!

[Connor is just walking back to his cottage when his legs stop working and he falls in the street. At first he's just confused- he doesn't just fall-, but then he realises he can't get back up. A little panicked, because this isn't normal, the LED on Connor's head flashes red as his legs begin to fuse together and form a bright orange and blue tail.

Why here? He isn't wet. He drags himself forward a few feet; he lives quite a bit further away, but what else can he do? Luckily someone seems to be coming his way. He sits up, hoping it's not someone who dislikes monsters.]

Can you help me?

[He gestures helplessly to his tail.]

Comments

[mislike]

[The houses of Westeros all have some sort of animal attached to them. It's what she thinks about when learning more and more of the 'monsters' of Geardagas. It's the only point she can relate to, though her world now has dragons. She is heading back to the Coven, learning under the tutelage of a Parliament member now, when she sees someone sprout a tail. As she gets closer Sansa recognizes that it was the man she had met at the festivals.

It seems he now is coming into his own form.]

Connor! [This time the name comes easier to her. She moves to bend over so that he can at least put his arms around her. She may be lithe, but she is tall and stronger than she looks.]

[plasticasshole]

[Connor puts his arms around Sansa's shoulders, a little surprised by her strength in comparison to how she looks. It's enough to let him sit up better, and he gives her a thankful smile.]

Thank you. I'm not sure what happened. I was walking just fine, and then suddenly...

[He gestures to the fish tail.]

[mislike]

[She takes his weight with a light groan, but still tries to help him up to at least a sitting position. Sansa isn't sure where to take him, but she can't just let him sit there.]

It seems you are changing into one of the merlings-- the merrow, I think they call them here. Does it hurt? Are you well?

[plasticasshole]

It doesn't hurt, no.

[But then, he can't feel pain.]

I think I'm fine, except for the fact that I can't move... and I'm drying out.

[He can feel the way his tail is dry, and it feels uncomfortable.]