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[ratherbelocky]

Okay. Okay.

[York's voice is the soft but urgent hiss of someone who's freaking out but doesn't want to alarm the people around him. The sound quality, for those sensitive to that sort of thing, indicates that he may have, you know. Locked himself in the bathroom. As one does.]

Can I lodge a complaint? I dunno who to, exactly, but I'da hoped this would be the kind of thing that got covered in the rookie's field manual as early as possible.

[He pauses.]

Turning into a werewolf, I mean.

[The pause is practically italicized. Whatever's happening to York, he is strenuously unhappy about it, and the tension rides his voice hard.]

Like, the fact that that's apparently a real possibility in this universe.

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[doitrockapella]

HELLO YORK
GREETINGS YORK
BONJOUR YORK

INPUT QUERY TARGET YORK

WHAT IS A
W E R E W O L F

WHERE WOLF
THERE WOLF

???

voice;

[ratherbelocky]

Oh, man, Zack. Hey, dude. Uh, how do I explain this.

[He sighs and takes a moment to rub his face. Someone is knocking on the bathroom door, but he ignores the sound for now.]

Well, do you know what a wolf is, first off?

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[doitrockapella]

UM
UM UM UM

YES

A WOLF
IS LIKE A
M I G H T Y E N A !

I HAVE HEARD A STORY ABOUT ONE

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[ratherbelocky]

Okay, yeah, I think that's close enough. A werewolf is like a part-human, part-Mightyena guy who runs around at night without a shirt on and howls at the moon and stuff, and also I think I'm turning into one.

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[irenicly]

I didn't know that was possible here, either.

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[ratherbelocky]

The signs so far point to 'yes.'

[He's a little bit stressed.]

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[irenicly]

I've been here for a year and I've never...

[Okay, maybe it's not smart to argue about this.]

Don't you have to be bit by a wolf to turn into a werewolf? That's how it goes in the movies.

[Which he watches from behind his hands.]

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[veggie_vamp]

Clawesome! Finally, another monster! And a werewolf, too! I can totes help you with that!

The voiciest voice to ever voice

[ratherbelocky]

You...can? Uh.

[Uhhhh.]

I mean, that'd be great if you could, kid, but I always thought this was sort of irreversible.

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[veggie_vamp]

Oh, of course it's irreversible. Why would you want to not be a werewolf?

[Priorities, man.]

I mean I can tell you how to live as one!

[voice; i'm so sorry]

[solas_ion]

It'th pothible, alright.

[...lancer are you lisping.]

Goddamnit. I thound like an idiot.

[voice; oh my god no you're not HI NAO]

[ratherbelocky]

[Horrified laugh. York covers his mouth without thinking about it.]

Oh, no. Dude. Dude--are you growing fangs?

[voice; HAAAAAAAAY]

[solas_ion]

I'll kick the thit out of you if you keep that thnickerin' up.

[Yes, in other words.]

[Voice]

[tearsofademon]

If it makes you feel any better, I'm pretty sure this is new, just in general.

[Voice]

[ratherbelocky]

Oh, great. So at least it's a surprise to everyone. Well, as long as I'm not out of the loop.

[Voice]

[tearsofademon]

Ahh, well, that something's happening isn't unexpected. It's October, bothersome crap always happens in October. It's like the place has a thing about October or something.

It just usually involves ghosts, or idiots in red and blue uniforms destroying everything, not... this.

[secondplacing]

[Be out of the bathroom by the time I get back, York.

That's what she'd told him. That's what she'd said. And she'd thought that was enough time for him to get over his little tantrum.

Apparently it wasn't.]

YORK!

[That... sure almost sounds more like a roar than a yell.]

You get out of that bathroom right. Now.

[ratherbelocky]

[That roar goes right through him, twanging the strings that warn of danger, danger, tuck yourself in small and run, you're out of your league, dude.

But York stopped paying attention to that little voice of self-preservation ages ago, when it comes to her.]

You have your own bathroom, Carolina!

[Ages ago.]

[secondplacing]

Nathaniel Levy, you get your ass out here right now!

[She bangs on the door with her fist, absolutely furious.

...She's not even sure why she's this mad about it, really, but holy shit York are you five????]

You can't live in the god damn bathroom!

[YOU ARE LIKE, WORSE THAN TUCKER RN]

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[bent_the_world]

Looks like a lot of stuff wasn't covered in the manual.

[Korra sounds frustrated and a little bit angry. And her voice is a lot growlier than she intends it to be. York isn't the only one who's suddenly found themselves at least half wolf-monster.]

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[ratherbelocky]

['Wolf-monster' might actually be overselling it a little for York. But nobody really needs to know that.]

Geez, just how many people is this happening to? Does this place not have anti-epidemic protocols or what?

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[bent_the_world]

A lot.

Anybody that got attacked by one of those messed up Pokemon that are all over the place.

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[usedlightscreen]

[North has been somewhat hidden away these past few days, spending longer in bed with the covers pulled up and scratching at his neck like he had something to itch there. But today, sometime after Carolina has gotten York out of the bathroom and when the sun was just beginning to sink lower in the sky, North finally comes out of his room, completely shirtless and with his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. The reason why the normally borderline-prude is so bared should be obvious; night-black leathery skin stretches from North's wrists to his hips, melting against the still-pale skin of his arms.

Not to mention the giant purple satellite ears on top of his head, or the ruff of thick, white fur trailing around his neck and down his chest.

Suffice it to say, York's not the only one feeling a little... altered.]

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[ratherbelocky]

--Ah.

[York is sitting on the floor. That'd be odd enough in itself, but he's also, uh. Chewing up the back of the baseball cap that came with his burglar outfit. He pauses, tail still, eyes on North, and then just puts the cap back on his head like he totally meant to be doing that. His fuzzy puppy ears stick out to either side. He is undaunted.]

Man. Can you believe this crap?

[He sits up against the wall and crosses his arms. Immediately ducks his head again to scratch the back of his neck. Scritchscritchscritchscritchscritch. God, but he's starting to hate fur.]

Making us play werewolves versus vampires. Unbelievable. Dude, do you think I have fleas?

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[usedlightscreen]

[North tries his best to stifle a snicker when he sees York chewing on the back of the cap.]

No, but if you wanted to try collars there are better ways to ask.

[He says even as he automatically crosses the room and sits down next to York, wrapping his arms around his knees and cloaking his legs with his wings.

He has sharper teeth than usual, when he smiles. He reaches over to gently pull York's hand from his fur, ready to hold his hand if he has to to get him to stop itching it.]

Don't scratch.

[As he unconsciously scrapes his claws over his own chest, along the itchy edge of the white ruff of fur around his neck.]