December 2023 & January 2024 Test Drive Meme (Overflow)

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December 2023 - January 2024 TDM (Overflow)

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This Test Drive meme is open to all.
Welcome to Folkmore's monthly Test Drive Meme! Please feel free to test drive any and all characters regardless of your intent to apply or whether you have an invite or not.

All TDMs are game canon and work like "mini-events". For new players and characters, you can choose to have your TDM thread be your introduction thread upon acceptance or start fresh. Current players are also allowed to have in-game characters post to the TDM so long as they mark their top levels ‘Current Character.’

TDM threads can be used for spoon spending at any time by characters accepted into the game.

Playing and interacting with the TDMs will allow characters to immediately obtain canon items from homes especially weapons or other things they may have had on their person when they were pulled from their worlds! There will always be a prompt that provides some sort of "reward" to characters who complete certain tasks.

Current players are always encouraged to tag new people on the TDM!


🦊 New Star Children meet the Fox still in their worlds, and she brings them into the new realm of Folkmore. As you follow her, your body begins to change and new characteristics emerge. These may stay for a while, or perhaps they will hide away after. And during all of this, the Fox explains to you where you will be going: to Folkmore.

and then... you fall like a shooting star, falling to the land in a burst of starlight.


🦊 Experienced Star Children are already familiar with this time of the month. There are shooting stars all across the sky, and some fall to the land, which means the Fox has brought new arrivals. These newly arrived Star Children will face some tests, but Thirteen wants the more seasoned residents to participate as well.

Perhaps you follow the falling stars on your own, or perhaps the Fox simply teleports you there, but it appears you too will be part of this.

[ Prompt One ★ Prompt Two]

Thirteen Knows What You Did Last Summer . ★

Content Warnings: School Detention, Time Not Passing, Forced Reflection/Confession, Potential Violence

Welcome to detention. Star Children, whether they're new arrivals to Folkmore or old hands, find themselves sitting at two person desks in a library. Perhaps there's only two Star Children, perhaps up to four or five. Regardless, each Star Child has a slip of paper in their hands which spells out why they are in detention, a secret detention slip no one else can read. Which, whew, because the reason any Star Child is in detention is for something they've never been punished for, something they might reasonably have thought they got away with, something they know was wrong.

The door to the library opens, and Kuma Lisa enters. She explains that Star Children will be in detention for four hours, and by the end of detention, they will need to reflect on what they did and express contrition. The headmistress gives no further guidance before leaving and closing the doors behind her.

Four hours is a notable chunk of time, but it's not so long, is it? Surely it's possible to wait it out without making good on the assignment… Or perhaps it's enough to write about it in one of the notebooks on the table in front of each student, without explaining it to another soul. Star Children are welcome to try whatever they want. However, they may notice an oddity with the clock. Namely, no matter how many times the second hand ticks around a circle to mark a whole minute, the minute and hour hands don't progress. It's the same minute over and over and over—

Detention is four hours, but how long four hours takes is entirely up to the Star Children in detention. Read every book in the library. Throw a dance party. Get high. Pull weapons out of the books. All matter of non-magical weapons. Nothing immediately happens upon pulling those weapons—no monsters to make detention less boring. Unless people make progress reflecting on their transgression, communicating about it with another Star Child, and showing penitence for it, time won't pass. Reality warps to stay in the same minute, minute after minute, hour after hour.

What's it going to be? Never ending detention or personal accountability?

However long it takes, it only takes four hours in the realm of Folkmore.

A word of warning to those who grabbed weapons, they will be attacked on their way home after detention. They will be attacked by creatures out of storybooks. Star Children will need to know the literary weaknesses of these creatures, good luck, or the help of someone else coming along who does know their weaknesses. At least there's some excitement in the day after four long long hours.

🦊 Star Children, new and old, in groups of 2-5 are in detention for something they did wrong & haven't been punished for.
🦊 Kuma Lisa explains detention lasts four hours, and people have to express regret for what they did by the end.
🦊 Time doesn't pass unless Star Children make progress toward that assignment.
🦊 It always takes four hours in Folkmore time.
🦊 Star Children who draw weapons from books during detention will be attacked on their way home.

To Prank or to be Pranked . ★

Content Warnings: Theft, Glitter Bombs, Minor Power Nerfing

There's a problem with the nonexistent mail delivery system in Folkmore. Gifts are being delivered to residents' addresses—their correct addresses, even if they live in the woods—but those recipients, written on a fat cream label, cannot pick them up, teleport them, or otherwise move them under their own power. These gifts sit in garish and contrasting colors that make certain to draw attention to themselves. Hello, here they are.

Anyone else can pick these packages up, from the person next door to a stranger walking by. There's so many gifts around it's easy to pick one up, remove the label, and go on one's way. Few people are home all the time, and even if they are, what are they going to do? Pick it up themselves? Ha! It's free real estate. Star Children with abilities to see inside the packages can see something they want badly within as extra motivation to go for it.

When Star Children open their ill gotten gains, these packages explode in a glitter bomb that coats everyone within a ten foot radius. This glitter is impossible to wash out, magic away, or otherwise remove for twenty-four hours. Walk, swim, fly, or otherwise go about with glittery evidence of the crime committed.

Almost always. If it were guaranteed, where would the fun be in that?

The rare fortunate criminal or the original recipient, helped by another Star Child, will receive an item from home. This may even be a weapon or magical item. Those who receive an item will stop receiving gifts on their doorstep, whether they stole the gift or received it from a package addressed to them. They can keep stealing other people's gifts, but they will only receive a glitter bomb from then on.

Mischievous Star Children can even prank each other by changing the label and redelivering packages to someone else. Should that person get help to bring the gift inside, it still isn't their gift, not really, so it too will explode in glitter.

🦊 Gifts appear outside Star Children's residences, even those without residences.
🦊 Recipients cannot pick up the gift but any other Star Child can.
🦊 Almost all stolen gifts explode in a glitter bomb that leaves glitter for 24 hours.
🦊 Star Children can receive an item from home, even a weapon or magical item.
🦊 Star Children can prank each other by changing the labels/moving the packages.

Comments

Luke fon Fabre | Tales of the Abyss | Myth ..movin' over here cuz shiny new.

[notkeepingscore]

Arrival

[Falling out of the sky had been bad enough.

Finding he has to re-learn, again, how to walk is even worse. Luke is as teenagers go remarkably athletic, with nothing else to do for most of his life besides exercise and practice and try not to go nuts from boredom. But having an entirely new limb has thrown him off completely, a good twenty pounds or more of flexible, moving weight with a mind of its own making everything from simply STANDING to walking suddenly very tricky.

In some sparsely forested patch of greenery, pretty much precisely where he'd landed (and hadn't that felt rather like a rehash of Tataroo Valley?), the young nobleman sways uncertainly, long spade-tipped tail doing its best to provide a counterbalance he's simply not used to, a spoon clutched in one thick-clawed hand, the relic-device still on the ground where he'd dropped it.

It is the source of the current problem. There's nothing about grace or ease in how he moves in trying to grab the thing without actually falling over, and it's not going well, overcompensating in a sudden lash of the new, unwanted limb to crack it against a bush or a sapling painfully and leading to a sudden mad scramble to find something to hang onto before tipping over. By the bits of twig and smudges of dirt, he's already gone over more than once. In the otherwise quiet patch of forest, his muttered string of curses aren't entirely intelligable, but the frustration is easily picked up on and heeds no language barrier. He's too annoyed to be afraid.

That .. that fox did this to him, turning him into some monster. When he figures out how to walk, he's going to find that creature and give it a piece of his mind--]


Detention

[Know what Luke's never been to? School. Sure he's had tutors, lots of tutors, most of which he spent ignoring them entirely, but things like classrooms, and libraries that aren't limited-access family heirlooms in their own right, are completely and utterly new. As is the red scaled spade-tipped tail, claws, sharp teeth and short black horns mostly hidden by his long vividly crimson hair. These he's almost gotten used to in the past while. Not so much, being assigned 'detention'.

Whatever that's supposed to be.

And what's with the stupid slip of paper? It's at least in fonic script, accusing him of abusing his station. HOW he was supposed to 'abuse his station' he didn't know, so he's ignoring it entirely.

Instead of sitting there and reflecting on what he's done, the displaced 'ambassador' prowls the bookshelves without actual intention of looking at any of the books, irritated and long, long since bored. Four hours? It feels like he's been here for days, he knows how clocks work! Never patient on a good day, by the shriek of frustration from somewhere in the History section and a soaring book flung back towards the desks, his has run out.]

What even is detention! I didn't do anything! What are all these stupid books for anyway?!

[A second book follows the first in a long, fluttering arc of paper.]

Pranks?? cw: thievery!

[These colorful packages are everywhere.

Luke does remember the lesson of Engeve in not just taking whatever he wants whenever he wants, because the manor will not in fact pay for any of it, but this one did have 'Luke' written on it.

Just not 'Luke fon Fabre'; it wasn't for him. He'd picked it up anyway, humming contentedly under his breath a mindless little tune he heard occasionally between flashes of migraine-induced agony, and headed for a nicer spot to open it and see what it might be. Anyone unfortunate enough to be nearby when it explodes may not escape the most contagious of craft items: sparkles.

Unfortunately.. if it's supposed to be a punishment, it is not tailored to someone like Luke. It hasn't really sunk in yet that the stuff doesn't come off easily. ... At all.

Covered head to toe in sparkles, he blinks several moments in surprise, then throws his hands skyward with a hoot of glee, snatches up "his" box and makes a beeline for the nearest next one, every move scattering more of the stuff everywhere. This is amazing!]

[OOC things: Luke is ... early canon. He earns everything he gets, so don't hold back when he gets on someone's nerves! Will match format, prose or brackets.]

deTENTION!!!!

[chaoscontrol]

[Luke's patience may have run out, but the hedgehog still has quite a bit left. ... For the situation, at least. But for shrieking humans? Less so. Shadow looks up from a book he's reading, ears flattened]

Shut up. Detention is a form of punishment. And books are for reading. Stop throwing them.

[notkeepingscore]

[A solid two or three seconds pass before a third book is sent soaring after the other two, someone's long forgotten bookmark toppling free.]

A punishment for WHAT?

[He didn't do anything! Except throw books, but that's not why he's here, probably.

Unfortunately there's no getting out of this until EVERYONE admits their guilt and so on, so it might. Be a while.]

[chaoscontrol]

[Shadow rolls his eyes and goes to retrieve the thrown books]

Presumably, for whatever is written on that piece of paper you have.

[notkeepingscore]

Well the paper is stupid, I'm not abusing anything.

[How someone his age can so easily sound like a sullen child is a mystery best left unexplored. Luke catches movement and pauses with new book in hand (this one is NOT flung after the others, it has really neat pictures in it he wants a better look at) to watch Shadow head for the other, tossed tomes.

Shadow does not look like what he associates with "people". It's probably a good thing detention didn't let him bring a sword along.]

Hey, someone let a little monster in here!

[chaoscontrol]

[Chaos on a cracker. Shadow is half expecting to see an actual child with all the whining. He grumbles as he picks up the books, moving to put them away, when--

-- Monster? LITTLE?

Shadow turns slowly to look at Luke, ears flat and quills flared.

Think fast, brat, because one of those books is now sailing right toward your head, thrown like a chunky frisbee]

[notkeepingscore]

[Spoiler alert, it is an actual child.

If Shadow were a BIG monster, he'd have to be at least twice Luke's size! As he's definitely a lot smaller, clearly, a little monster. A very spiny, little monster.

To most people, the fact that Shadow is wearing shoes and gloves would be a pretty good tipoff that he's actually a person, but these details elude him, if they'd ever occur to him at all. Maybe Shadow's someone's pet--

This chain of thought is interrupted by having one of his thrown books whipped back at him. It's a credit to decent reflexes that he actually manages to catch it with a 'Hey!', but pages get utterly squashed in the doing. .... Maybe. Maybe if it's inside, it's a nice monster..?]

Hey, other guy? I think your, uh, spiky thing is trying to eat books.

[If he survives this it'll be astonishing.]

Pranks (I'm sorry, I don't know if I'd even app him but I had such a kneejerk reaction to this post)

[not_the_dreck]

[ You know who's never in the mood for presents or pranks, or anything that remotely sparked joy in normal people? This mysteriously similar looking red head, that's who. ]

[ The sight of his unfortunate duplicate does make Asch pause (a safe distance away from the impending explosion). Last he had seen the idiot, his hair had been a lot shorter, to the point where he almost thought the "my hair grows fast" excuse he used when he didn't want to bother explaining he wasn't Luke was actually true. But then the glitter explosion happened, followed by the stupid hoots of glee, and Asch felt his irritation spike almost instantaneously. ]

[ He put himself just out of the other red head's path, managing to grab him by the collar as him and his glitter rainbow exploded past him. ]

What do you think you're doing, dreck?!

Luke's very existence provokes kneejerk responses

[notkeepingscore]

[The last time Asch had contended with his replica, it had been after a relentless string of tragedies that forced said copy to grow up painfully quickly, the arrogance literally beaten out of him.

Not so much this one, and visibly so; either time can roll backwards or Van made more than one of the things.

Touching Luke is not advised. Not because of the ugly shock that passes across his face, some spark of recognition - he recalled encountering this person in the rain not so long ago, and the endless questions and uncertainty it caused, not the deeper familiarity of repeated encounters - but because touching him means the glitter is going to stick to Asch too, no matter WHAT he tries.

Probably that gift has been meant for the God-General; same name, different person. It doesn't occur to him as even a possibility.

Whatever thoughts skitter through his head like frightened mice, the pause this surprise causes doesn't last long, hands jerking up to break Asch's grip on his jacket and in doing shove the box of craft plague at him in another shower of sparkles.]

Anything I want to! Let go of me!!

Detention for 1000 years!!! (also holds Luke lovingly)

[ilqaras]

[Dohalim is no stranger to self reflection. if anything, he might do it too much sometimes, but whether or not it's to better himself as a person, or to give himself censure for things that are out of his control... well, no one needs to know what goes on in his head, right? but perhaps that's why he's landed him here in detention. or, at least, that's what it hints on the slip of paper he's been given.

at least he can peruse the collection of reading material. or, at least, he had every intention to before a book whizzes towards his head; thankful for fast reflexes, Dohalim manages to catch it before it smacks him in the face. frowning, he looks down the aisle that the text had come from, and it becomes very clear who'd thrown it, judging by Luke's... expressed frustrations]

Well... For starters, books are generally meant for reading and not usually used as makeshift projectiles.

noooooo not one thousand years!!

[notkeepingscore]

[Self-reflection is for other people who aren't Luke. It would probably do him some good if he actually ever bothered, but he'd dismissed the little scrap of paper outright and hasn't spared it much more thought.

He doesn't, admittedly, intend to hit anyone with a book. There is a brief look of surprise or guilt when he realizes exactly where the thing had gone, and nearly beaned someone else in the head.]

...Well nobody's supposed to be right there.

[ilqaras]

[it's not a response Dohalim had been expecting; he raises an eyebrow as he lowers the book to look at the cover before tucking it under his arm. if anything, it'll be something to dig into while waiting these few hours out]

I'll have to apologise for walking in the path of your destruction, then. [is said apology sincere? probably not] However, I feel that said destruction would be counterproductive to what we should be doing here instead.

[pot, meet kettle. Dohalim himself hasn't gotten any headway on freeing himself from detention]

allow me to apologize ahead of time because luke is Difficult.

[notkeepingscore]

[That should have gotten an immediate reaction, but Luke hesitates, attempting to work out exactly how serious Dohalim is. He could imagine two very different people saying the same thing; one would be utterly sincere, the other anything but, and determining where THIS person fell on the vast sliding scale between Ion and Jade is not going well.

If nothing else, it seems to have confused the frustration right out of him for the moment.]

... That's a good idea. [Don't get in his way!! Or at least, not when he's not looking before throwing things.] But I don't think it's gonna get destroyed just by being thrown. And anyway, I don't even know what we're supposed to be doing here.

longhaired luke is a treat. a spicy treat but a treat nonetheless

[ilqaras]

[Luke's going to be rather disappointed when he finds out where on that sliding scale Dohalim lands on and spoiler alert it ain't Ion. Dohalim is slowly becoming aware of Luke's attitude about the world around him, and while he can explain it away with the shock of arriving in such a strange place (and being brought here by a fox of all things), it seems that the other redhead is a little juvenile]

Throwing them about won't do them any favours, to say the least. And whoever runs the library would probably not appreciate having their belongings wrecked just because you're frustrated. I'm sure you wouldn't want someone to do the same for your things, correct?

[he doesn't wait for an answer as he sits down at the desk, waving a hand at the empty chair by him to invite Luke to sit]

With that being said, I believe Kuma Lisa mentioned something about reflecting on past transgressions.

[notkeepingscore]

They can just get more, it's only books. They're everywhere.

[How important can a book be, really? Not much, or they wouldn't be all over the place. Chances are high Luke's sullen compliance won't last, but for now he sits when bidden, taking the time to make sure THIS time he doesn't jam the still-new tail painfully into anything.

It too, obviously just exists to annoy him. Like the books, and detention, and so much else.

The little bit of paper that outlined today's problem is tossed on the table. Did the magic here make the swirling fonic script legible to anyone else?]

'Past transgressions' makes it sound bad. I haven't done anything wrong, if I did Master Van would have told me.

[Maybe he's here because of other people's problems. He didn't want to spend all day fixing it for them!]

Detention i love luke so much in any flavor

[vervains]

[ Considering Elena's friend group she's not entirely surprised to have someone asking about what detention is. She's also super duper used to dealing with difficult people who might favor demanding answers rather than just politely asking. She's so used to it in fact that she's even able to offer him a smile whether he wants it or not and an explanation! ]

In school detention's a form of punishment. Like skipping class or cheating or talking back. [ She shrugs ] Or sometimes just if a teacher didn't really like you. But I'm thinking that we're probably not all here for skipping class. That'd seem pretty unfair given the kinda kidnapping thing.

[ They couldn't be punished by the Fox for skipping class when they'd just gotten brought here right? ]

The books are for reading and learning.

[notkeepingscore]

Well it wasn't talking back, because I haven't even met a teacher yet!

[Though he can probably get any one he encounters to dislike him pretty quick, there's no real sense that he's run into any authority figures yet that might get irritated with his ... general demeanor, or his frustration would probably be a lot more focused on the person and not the broad situation.

Both the politeness and her explanation means that said ire doesn't turn on Elena, at least, but it's still a constant, smoldering thing. He had other places to be! Like literally anywhere but a library!

A book is snatched off the shelf at random and flipped open, his expression darkening. Reading and learning, huh?]

Maybe some book in here is for reading, but this is all nonsense in here. The pictures are neat, but everything else is a waste.

[Said book is tossed on his own desk and promptly shunned. It's in perfectly legible english, but Luke doesn't read english.]

[vervains]

I think uh, [ she fiddles awkwardly with her own slip of paper for a few seconds ] the slips are supposed to tell us what we allegedly did. [ Though, she's really not keen on telling anyone what hers says. Which is probably pretty hypocritical of her but she just...kinda can't.

Bright side: the books are giving a distraction. She grabs one and flips through it, tiling her head curiously at him. To her it's perfectly normal English. ]

They look pretty normal to me? Maybe it's a language difference, are there language differences here?

[ it occurs to her after she's blurted that out that he probably has no clue either and she winces a bit sheepishly. ]

Sorry, we're both new. I mean you're new here right? Unless I'm just making wild assumptions. But if we're both new you probably don't know too much more about how it all works than me.

[notkeepingscore]

[There's only a low growl at the idea of the slips telling them what they did wrong. Luke's slip of paper is lying unattended, but as it's written in the swirling writing of fonic script, it might be hard to understand for anyone not familiar with it. Even if hers were sitting out, likewise, he probably wouldn't be able to read it.]

What language is that supposed to be? Ispanian? Nobody ever taught me it.

[Of COURSE everyone knew ancient Ispanian except him! This should prompt him to actually try to learn it but ... it's easier just to be aggravated about it.

He pulls the chair back from his desk and slumps in it, the very tip of myth-granted tail twitching in understated grumpiness. The idea of language differences being a thing here and not the usual ones he's contended with before still doesn't actually occur to him. Luke's not sure this isn't really some other part of Auldrant, he's not seen the vast bulk of it.]

.. Yeah. Never been here before. I was on my way to Akzeriuth on foot when ... the whole, fox thing happened. I'm beginning to think maybe agreeing was a bad idea.

[vervains]

Hey, no worries. I think this place brings people from all over, which is really weird to think about. But at the same time it means there's bound to be things we don't know or understand. It's called English. [ She's trying to be as encouraging as possible about it all. Though...once she notices his slip of paper she can't really help but look at it to try to read it. Which she immediately feels pretty bad for, she definitely doesn't want anyone look at hers.

Not that she can actually read his. Whatever language it is, it's foreign to her, but really pretty. ]

I've actually never heard of Ispanian, so sounds like we're even here. Also never heard of a place called Akzeriuth...

[ Huh, that was weird. It definitely wasn't somewhere on Earth. So this place brought people from places that weren't Earth...

weird. ]

Yeah...not gonna lie, I'm starting to rethink the entire thing myself....it seemed like such a great idea while she was telling me about it. Almost like I couldn't resist following her...

[ Wait, was it possible they were compelled here? That was messed up if they were. ]

Arrival

[wewillwewill]

[ooc: Using icons from both Elidibus in Ardbert's body and Endwalker stuff. If I get to join his appearance will depend on questions I've put out. So appearance will be vague. cOc ]

Do you need some assistance?

[Someone has been nearby watching. This someone is a man and one who recently arrived. Something drew him in this direction and when he found himself confronted with the display of Luke's endeavor to learn simple motor functions, he had watched for a little bit.

Feathers rustled in the breeze. Elidibus had adapted quickly to the changes; he's used to transformations and becoming accustomed to body parts not his natural own. And there was time during the walk over, besides.

The wings are four in number, hues of black, purple and reddish. Pricks of light glisten within them; like stars in a darkening night. Look closely and you might even see a faint lavender hued halo. But it is daytime. Maybe that's just a trick of the light.]

You seem to have some trouble keeping your feet. [ Elidibus is easy to understand. Whether the magic of the land or his own talent, who knows? ] And... that device you're trying to retrieve...

[Yes, he's been told about it by the Fox. And now here's another who seems unsteady on his feet and warped by their transition. ...Perhaps. Maybe it's too soon to judge, other than the notion that this is likely another of the Fox's 'Star Children'.]

Shall I help?

[notkeepingscore]

No!

[Look it's fine, he's fine, everything's fine here! There's absolutely nothing wrong or abnormal about any of this except that he has a tail and that guy has wings and it's just a normal remday walk in the park here!!

At least aside from the wings, Elidibus looks normal enough and that one obvious alteration is almost a relief, except he's dealing with it way better than Luke is. Maybe it would be better, wings would be like wearing a backpack; this thing is determined to knock him over. Hanging onto a small tree prevents a new round of unbalance, and he sways a little bit, new limb promptly trying to compensate for changed center of gravity.]

It's fine, I just need to find that little monster and tell it I did NOT agree to getting changed into anything!

[Which is totes the problem here. He'll figure it out, he's already standing for the most part, and can at least somewhat move around, so he's doing much better than he was the last time he had to learn to walk.

The communication device taunts him from the ground, out of reach for now.]

[wewillwewill]

[That's clearly a yes with a dose of pride reversal.]

The Fox? It didn't seem to feel obligated to give either of us much choice then.

[Once Luke has secured himself via tree, Elidibus feels it is safe enough to make a move. Walking closer, it becomes clear that he means to retrieve Luke's dropped communication device.

There's a calculated risk here, but also an even more calculated gamble that if Luke tries to stop him, the lad will just trip over his own tail.]

From your words, I surmise you've also been recently led here by the Fox? What you may refer to as a monster.

[Elidibus doesn't seem to reject Luke's opinion whatever his own.]

[notkeepingscore]

[Everyone got one of those communication devices. They were.. he hadn't been paying attention but he remembered they were supposed to be important. Fontech wasn't his obsession, but he'd keep it anyway once he got his hands on it again, maybe as a gift to Guy when he got back.

If he could get to it without losing what's left of his dignity; it's not usually much of a concern but now that someone else is there.. that changes things!

And it's very obvious this guy has things together way more than he does, which is a little galling. Wings definitely had to be easier!]

Yeah. She .. it said ...

[There was more to life than what he was living. Wouldn't it be nice to find out? Wouldn't it be fun to--

He shakes his head as if to clear it. Listening to monsters was a bad idea, not that knowing that now did any good!]

Nothing was said about tails! Or .. or .. I have claws, look at these things!

[Holding up both hands is a mistake because he immediately nearly overbalances again, but he does indeed have claws, and unused as they are, they're still razor sharp. So are his teeth, and the tiniest tips of black horns poking out of his wild crimson hair. Although he sounds angry about it, the distress seems deeper than that, edging closer to fear than fury. If he was a monster now too, what did that mean for .. everything?

It does mean that there's no interference when Elidibus bends to pick up the device, the distant glimmer of starlight in his wings hard to catch in the daylight.]

[wewillwewill]

[ It's an unncessary amount of wings. Four to be exact, all nearly of the same size. They twitch and shift slightly as Elidibus bends to retrieve the communication device. He might be more dignified, but that doesn't mean his balance is completely perfect. Or maybe wings would just do that naturally.

The device is closed if it hadn't been already and without looking at anything that could have been written in it. He approaches closer both to study the offered clawtips and offer the device to Luke. ]

Curious. Though not out of the ordinary for mortal man where I was summoned to this place from.

[ His opinion seems honest and sincere, albeit more calm and polite than compassionate. ]

Though inconvenient, I do not think you need fear overmuch. Lest you feel you aren't in possession of your full wits.

[ Elidibus looks to his side, and makes an effort to twitch one of the wings into his peripheral vision. ]

I have also undergone a transformation. Though I seem as much myself as I was in the moments ere I met the Fox.

[ Though he leaves out how fragmented and frayed that self was. The wing folds back. ]

Perhaps it would be best if we sit a moment.