(This post brought to you by Deftones)With the exception of Sophia, each of the morph-capable people are free and clear, most having already made it home.
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Sophia finally manages to reassert control, her consciousness pushing the Hork-Bajir's down and away. She blinks rapidly, noting that her eyesight is worse in the dark than as a human, though her senses of hearing and smell are quite sharp. She clumsily climbs back down to the ground, surrounded now by a group of four controllers; two human and two Hork-Bajir. The human speaks again: "Yindrat-213, you are to return to the Pool immediately for disciplinary action. Prolonged loss of control is untenable in a situation as delicate as this." He licks his lips, and glances at the other human-controller beside him. "The Visser is already in a bloody mood. Ensure that he doesn't put the blame at our feet for this fiasco," he murmers, just barely audible to Sophia's sharp hearing.
Not much to do, so I guess just head to bed and continue life as normal until the others pop up again.
Henrik heads to bed for the night, planning to lay low until the next incident. His dreams are full of aliens, aliens eating aliens alive, monstrous aliens, aliens inside other aliens' brains...
Acquire my German shepherds form and make sure my parents are not controllers, subtly hint to them about the Yeerks and how they should be careful.
Chris's German Shepherd Dog sleepily greets him at the door, and quickly falls back to sleep as the trance from having its DNA acquired takes hold.
Chris has acquired a German Shepherd Dog morph.[
6] The events of the evening fresh in his mind, Chris spills just a little bit too much in his subtle hints to his parents.
"Chris, honey, you're not making much sense. Are you... are you on drugs right now, honey?"
His father gives him an appraising glance. "Where were you tonight, son?"
"Yeah mom. We were just doing some studying.. got some exams coming up." Zach lies.
"That said, I'm kinda tired. Can I just grab a quick bite and head to my room?"
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5] "Well, it's good to hear you're finally taking your academics so seriously. Of course. Get some good sleep, don't forget you have school tomorrow."
First go around town to shake off any possible aliums following me, double back a few times, you get the idea.
Then go home and, uuh, see if I owe any firearms. If not check my budget and look up if there are any gun stores still open nearby. Also check if there are any pet stores in the area.
Bobby spots a trio of people walking up and down the streets with purpose, [
5] and manages to evade them by ducking down a side street before they see him. He makes it home without further incident once he's confident he's not being followed any more.
A quick check online reveals that there is both a gun store and a pet shop in the neighbourhood, but both are closed at this time of night. At least he has the pistol he keeps for self-defense.
Run home. Once home, lock all the doors, and then check if Isabella has numbers for everyone who was there. Was everyone friends, or are some just randos who happened to get caught up?
Isabella makes it home safely as well, [
3] and after taking a quick scroll through her contacts list and trying to sort through the chaotic memories, is able to put one name to all the faces she saw there. (I will let you decide who it is, and how you know them.) The others, familiar, having seen them around, in school or around town, but not familiar enough to have shared contact information with.
head to secret cavern base (a decentl diguised hole that leads to a small cave with a breathing hole (also disguised) and enough room to stand in. Fred camps here someties so there should be some survival supplies still there.)
To the
Fred-cave! He's not a bat-man, though, not yet. It's a good thing he's been preparing for a day just like this for a long time, stockpiling supplies in the small cave in the woods just outside of town.
ChrisStatus: Alive
Form: Human
Acquired: German Shepherd Dog
Name: Chris Jackson
Background: A popular jock kid, Chris has serious anger issues he channels into football and boxing. Often makes bad decisions due to being bullheaded and stubborn. Has a strong hatred for the name Crayak.
Description: Generic popular jock, blond hair albeit with uncommon red eyes and very muscular.
Trait: Born Warrior
IsabellaStatus: Alive
Form: Human
Acquired: None
Name: Isabella Lori
Background: Isabella is sixteen, and the only child of a wealthy diplomat, who is currently abroad with his wife until the end of the year. She was left home at her request, ostensibly so her school schedule wouldn't be interrupted--but really because she dislikes traveling, especially after a particularly bad experience from the last time her father took her abroad. This has left her largely unsupervised (although her worrywart mother still calls her several times a week just to ask how she's doing), which she hopes will let her actually make and maintain lasting friendships. She lives with two dogs named Ko and Alyona, and a three-legged cat named Tripod, all rescues.
Description: Isabella is tall and tends to wear very formal clothes, mimicking her professionally-minded parents. She keeps her sandy blonde hair in a ponytail, and tends to look serious... though internally she's rather anxious, especially around people her own age. She tends to act more mature than one would expect of a sixteen year old, but again it's a behavior born from mimicking her parents rather than anything natural; Isabella doesn't really know what acting natural even is. Despite her family's wealth, she wears little adornment, aside from a fancy medallion with a sparkling blue sapphire set into it--a gift from her father, bought for her while abroad a couple years ago.
Trait: Morph Dancer
SophiaStatus: Alive
Form: Hork-Bajir (approx. 1 hour and 50 minutes remaining)
Acquired: Hork-Bajir
Name: Sophia Astos
Background: Sophia was born as slave, never knew her parents, and has seen the deaths of other kids she considered family. When she saw a chance to escape on her own, she took it. Having had a hard life, she sees no problem with focusing on killing as many evil brainslugs as possible.
Description: A fairly destitute-looking homeless 15 year old, though she doesn't seem unhappy about her situation, just happy to be free. Distrustful of others and swift to violence, though not un-altruistic. Rust-red hair and eyes. Also, illiterate and uneducated as you might expect.
Trait: Ruthless Strategist
HenrikStatus: Alive
Form: Human
Acquired: None
Name: Henrik Gregorio
Background: Henrik has always loved to take things apart and see how they work. His family liked to call him a genius - he'd take apart anything. Math equations, the themes of a book, how a computer program works. The occasional animal. He's not a bad person, exactly. He doesn't seem to understand that there's a difference between a living thing and a complicated machine. In his view, there isn't one.
Description: Light blue eyes, messy blonde hair with a dyed blue streak, just under 5'10" (178 cm). He tends to dress in fairly plain or functional clothes, almost always in some shade of gray or blue. He never seems to take off these little reading spectacles, no matter where he goes.
Trait: Tech Savvy
FredStatus: Alive
Form: Human
Acquired: Taxxon, grey squirrel
Name: Fred Freddie
Background: stunningly normal life.
Description: overwhelmingly average
Trait: Morph Dancer
ZackStatus: Alive
Form: Human
Acquired: None
Name: Zack Olos
Background: Intelligent, but somewhat lazy, Zack is always more interested in having fun than doing his best work. Overall, he's a fairly ordinary kid mostly interested in having fun and sliding through life.. this is a point of view encouraged by his hardworking parents and older brother, who work long hours and take home honor student accolades, respectively.
Zach has mostly interested in a string of brief, but dropped hobbies.. science, writing, art, a dozen more.. but mostly of late he's been exploring his hometown, poking around for secrets.
Description: Medium height and a bit on the wimpy side. Wears T-shirts, polo shirts, and jeans, just easy-to-wear and simple clothes. Except for a pair of skateboarding shoes.
Trait: Aerial Ace
BobbyStatus: Alive
Form: Human
Acquired: None
Name: Bobby Serafin
Background: Descendant of Jewish immigrants from Poland, he'd been raised sheltered, and was often spoiled by his doting grandmother. She used to tell him stories about the old country and why they had to flee, which made a lasting impression on him.
Description: Dark haired, light complexion, mix of Caucasian and Slavic in looks. 30 years old, thin and a bit of a shut-in. Too online, lost in life lacking a real purpose. Has a broad interest base and spends his time as a research associate for the failing history department at the local college.
Trait: Ruthless Strategist
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