sortinghat_logs | The winds of change~~

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The winds of change~~

WHO: Everyone!
TONE: Anything from fun to serious
RATING: PG-13+
WHEN: 20th - 23rd April
WHERE: All around the school
WHAT: Canon selves event! A seance gone awry has had its effect on the school, bringing about mental and physical changes to students and staff alike! Full details of the combinations of effects can be found here.
STATUS: Ongoing! Use whichever style you like.

[Spring brings change, but that change isn't always a good thing! Whether your character has changed entirely into their canon self, or only in part, please keep in mind that whatever they know/learn of their original canon during this event will be unable to be clearly recalled - disappearing with their past self - when the event is over. This is to avoid fourth-walling after the conclusion of the event.

Please also keep in mind that some people will not want to fourth-wall during the event! Make sure it's alright with the other player before you decide to do that. Above all, though, have fun!]

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[Rhys had thought he'd gotten used to all the little changes the castle liked to enact, having been female, younger, older ... but no, this was entirely new. He didn't even recognize what he was. All he knew was that he'd woken on a bed he'd no longer fit on, promptly slammed his massive horns into the ceiling as he stood up, and then sent students scattering in all directions screaming when he'd emerged out into the hallway, heading toward his House to check on his children. He didn't even have his wand, and was apparently incapable of performing even simple wandless spells. How frustrating.

From the odd forms glimpsed here and there, it's clear this has happened to more than one person (as usual), but no one will stay within arm's reach long enough to talk to him.]

[By now Meulin had come to realize that the castle was having one of its fits again. Sometimes these were fun, sometimes these were upsetting--thus far this one was mostly just confusing. The young Hufflepuff had been going around trying to help or calm down people who found themselves in different bodies when she came across Rhys.

Oh.

Well then.

To say she was unnerved and intimidated would be the understatement of the century. She wasn't even certain what this person was supposed to be but whoever they were, they were just likely part of the school, caught up in the mess, and very confused. It was this knowledge that steeled her and made them approach the behemoth.]

Hello? [Well. First order of business was to see if they could even understand each other]

[The eyes, as they turn to Meulin, are a frightening lambent amber, with deep blue-purple irises that stare out of that monstrous face, and the voice, when it rumbles past painted lips, is low and inhuman. The accent, though, is still a lilting Welsh, and the troll inclines his head to girl who is so tiny to him, now.]

Miss Leijon. You're very brave.

[She inclines her head further in return, out of respect. The fangs make it a little more difficult for her to read him, but she manages and is relieved to see that language won't be a barrier as it has been with some others.

From the way he addresses her she can conclude he is a teacher. Looking at him, however, it is impossible for her to tell who it is exactly.]

Thank you, Professor...? It seems that there are a lot of changes going on fur--for everyone. Is there some way I can help?

Rhydderch. And I imagine that a cool head is your best option currently. These things always pass, and so far I have seen nothing dangerous about the transformations. Perhaps you could tell me what you've encountered this morning, however?

[He crouches so she's a little closer to eye level, though he still looms above her even like this. His long arms and huge shoulders make him look almost simian in that posture, and his claws click against the stone as he settles.]

[Ah! The Potions Master. Now that she looked more closely she could see some faint resemblances here and there, but she never would have guessed had she not been told. She nodded her head at the advice, tucking it away to give to anyone else she might encounter.

Now that she knew who it was, and that he had maintained his mind, Meulin knew she had no need to fear. In fact she looked at Rhys with a small degree of awe, committing this image of him in this posture to put to paint some other day.]

There were a couple others that looked like you. Not as big but [And she indicated the top of her head to refer to his horns] and the gray skin. Um. A lot of people look the same but seem to have furgotten their mewmories.

Forgotten how? Do you mean they think they're somewhere else or someone else, or they've no memories at all?

Umm, the first two. Kinda. From the couple I've been able to understand, if we assume the pattern is the same then they don't recognize Hogwarts but still know who they are? Kinda. But some weren't even able to speak English at all so I couldn't really figure out what was going on. I took a couple to the Hospital Wing.

Well done, child. [sighs, rubbing his claws through his mass of hair] Hm, something similar to this happened before, but with ages. I'll have to speak with more students before we can truly determine what's happening, though. Have you spoke with Miss Maryam?

[Meulin seems to perk up at the compliment, and she smiles but retains her composure.]

Briefly, but she had her hands full and I didn't want to distract her.

[It's a little odd. The more she looks, the more Rhys seems to resemble that picture 'Kurloz' had drawn in her notebook. Likely just coincidence, but a strange one indeed.]

Then continue to do what you've been doing, and speak to either Miss Maryam or Miss Gkika. They may have tasks for you that could be helpful. And twenty points to Hufflepuff.

Oh my... good heavens.

[No, this is not what she expected to see when she walked around the corner. Dolores has seen a few people today who have suddenly turned grey and grown horns and sharp teeth, but she's been assured by contacts in Hogsmeade that it's the result of a seance gone wrong and they're working as quickly as they can to fix it. In the meantime.. well, the best she can do is try to keep people calm.

When she rounds the corner and comes face to face with that, however, the first thing that happens is her knees promptly buckling underneath her, only saved from falling by her back hitting the wall.]

[He moves ridiculously fast, far too quickly for something of that size, and is by her side as her back hits the wall, one massive hand sliding behind her to keep her from sliding to floor.] Dolores, it's Rhys.

[His voice is a low, inhuman growl, though, and his monstrous form really quire distracting.]

R-Rhys?

[She's always felt small beside him, but this is ridiculous. Distracting isn't quite the word she would use, and if she had a heartbeat it would no doubt be hammering against her chest.]

What.. [Dolores grips his arm, standing up and carefully easing away from him.] This is the most impressive case of this I've seen..

[There's an odd dissonance in him as she moves away - part of him feels a pang, that she's frightened of him even knowing who he is. But another part feels a jolt of pleasure, satisfaction to see the fear in her, even if her lack of living response means he can't really smell it the way he should. He notes the strange reaction with a faint frown, then backs away from her, giving her space.]

I'd thank you, but somehow I doubt you mean it as a compliment.

It was not meant as an insult, either, I..

[Alright, she is a little afraid, but it's difficult not to be. Still, she gently pats his arm as if to reassure him, and smiles.]

Do you feel well?

Not really. I seem to be dealing with a set of alien instincts which comes with this body, it's rather disconcerting. I told Ampora earlier that he did not smell edible. [sighs]

Oh, dear.. well..

[She squeezes his arm softly.]

Perhaps you should come and rest a moment, instead of walking the halls commenting on the palatability of fellow staff.

I'm not tired, and there are children running around as adults willing to attack things. [snorting a huff, then shaking his head] But I no longer seem to be the best shake for calming anyone.

[Nick has been on the hunt for zombies since he woke up in a strange fucking room seperated from the rest of the survivors. Why there so many fucking kids here and why they aren't freaking out is beyond him, but he hasn't seen a zombie this entire time. Honestly it's the least suspicious part of this day but...

Holy shit.

Is that a Tank? In a castle? He...guesses he's seen stranger things. At least he's armed! With a chair! Which he's holding over his head as he charges at the apparent zombie, smashing it over his back dramatically.

He's starting to think he didn't think this through.]

[Yeah, Nick, that was really probably not the best move. Had the human approached Rhys from the front, he would have been able to reason things out, stop the man with one long arm fairly easily. As it is, the sudden attack kicks him into an instinctual response. As the troll turns, snarling, a giant hand flashes out with ridiculous speed to backhand Nick with enough force to send him flying across the room.]

Yn fytyn!

CHRIST-!

[He kind of chokes that out as he's flung backward. At least whilst he's flying backward he gets a better look at the zombie- which- doesn't look much like a zombie now that he thinks about it.

He eventually goes rolling off, but it's not long until he's sitting up again. It'll take a bit more than that to knock out a video game character!!

He rubs at his head, squinting at Rhys blearily.]

The hell are you?

[Not one of the teachers ... this must be one of the students. He doesn't quite recognize him, however.]

Something akin to a troll, I believe. Do you intend to continue trying to bludgeon me? Because I really don't have time for this.

A troll. Right. Guess that explains why we're in a fuckin' castle. I'm tripping something fierce here.

[He rubs at his face.] Nope, if you ain't a zombie I ain't got a problem.

[looking down at his claws] I have the suspicion that inferi are nowhere near so dangerous.

[looks back up again] Please refrain from attacking anyone else in the castle. There are no 'zombies' here, only children and some non-humans.

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The winds of change~~

Canon body, AU mind

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canon body and mind! SORRY RHYS

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