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Ian really needed to stop getting himself lost.

The last time he stupidly wandered off, he had a seizure, and he swore to Alcine that he wouldn't. But no, he was never one to actually listen to what he was told to do, less it be his mother. He hadn't seen Alcine in awhile, in fact, he had pretty much been lost since yesterday afternoon. Well, he didn't consider himself lost. Ian was just expanding his 'knowledge' of the area. Even if he didn't even have the knowledge of how to get back to his camp.

Of course, he knew if he just got out of the jungle and got to the ocean, he could find camp pretty easily that way. So, he quickly tore his way through branches and vines, before finally his sore sneakers sunk into the warm sand of the beach.

But, much to his surprise, he wasn't alone.

Ian raised an eyebrow. So, Wesley wasn't lying about other people being there. He wasn't to fond of being social, but hey, being on an island without friends other than a girl who had the lamest sense of humor could only be so amusing.

"I think your ears are sunburned," Ian laughed, standing on the edge of the water as he starred out at the oddity. He'd yet notice any other deformities.

"Is that so? If that's the case, then what on earth do you call that awful discoloration on them? They're rather red." Ian raised an eyebrow. He'd heard of someone being in denial of their appearance, but of a sunburn? Took about pathetic.

Ian flinched slightly in pain; his body had started aching since the moment he'd woken up this morning. Probally didn't help to much that he had slept on a tree branch, and fallen off though. But it wasn't just sore-bruised sort of pain, it felt more internal, than external. He sighed, the heat meagerly managing to make sweat stick to his forehead, compelling him to bend down and scoop up some water to splash into his face. But, upon doing this, he paused. The color of his hands didn't seem to match the rest of his dark, tanned skin. They seemed extremely pale, and white compared to the rest of him. That was odd. He must be imagining things.

For Ian, words were better said before one presents actions.

"What the hell is that?" Ian murmured at first underneath his breathe as he starred upon the boy's....Tentacles? His eyes were wide with shock. But not only surprise, but fear swam about furiously within his dark grey pupils. He backed up several steps out of the water.

A slight, painful burn started in his ears, but he ignored it. He was far to busy with this.. kid's deformities. "What are you, some sort of mutant!?"

Jessie seemed rather calm compared to how Ian was reacting. He didn't like abnormalities. Sure, he never wanted to be normal--but at the chance of this happening to him--no. Hell no. Being different was one thing. Being a freak was another.

Suddenly though, a painful biting pain stung at his fingers, and he quickly brought it near his face to see what it was--perhaps a crab had latched itself to his fingers, or something. But, instead of a crab, Ian felt his heart stop as he starred, instead, upon 4 finger, rather than 5. His eyes widened in horror, again as a similar sting bit at his other hand. He made a quick glance at Jessie, terror and anger building rapidly in his eyes, but they quickly returned to stare helplessly at his hands. Even worse this time: what seemed like webbing crept through his fingers. The surprise of it made him fall over his feet, and backwards onto the sand--this was just to weird. What the hell was going on?

When he at first had the minor idea that that was all that was going to happen, he noticed something else about his hand. The wrist wasn’t covered in bad bruises anymore-- in fact, it seemed as though the bone itself had healed. Even the gash on his cheek had vanished.

At first, it really did seem like it had stopped, but he thought to soon. His feet were quickly attacked with aches and pains, and the similar sting forced Ian to kick his shoes off, and pull off his socks to find a similar change as well, only his feet appeared more like the flippers that you’d buy at the scuba store.

“This…Isn’t happening..” Ian murmured underneath his breathe fearfully, tears faintly visible in his eyes. “What did you do?!” His gaze grabbed at Jessie angrily, but it was soon interrupted as pain erupted through his hips, and up to his torso, this time forcing a sharp, agonized yell to escape his lips. His joint fingers grabbed at his torso as he screamed, a sharp pressure forming in two specific points in his stomach and chest as two, boney ridges forced their way around his torso painfully. They protruded out just enough to be noticeable through even his thick shirt.

But that wasn’t the end of it. The burn in Ian’s ears suddenly magnified itself as the skin upon them flattened into what seemed to be just a circular flab of skin now. The small point at the top of his ear thinned, and spiked out, another one similar formed at the bottom of it.

Finally stopping, Ian took a moment to take a terrified chance and examine the damage made. Hesitantly, he sat up straighter, and pulled the bottom him of his shirt up to his chest to gaze in horror at the sharp, bony ridges protruding from his torso, completely disintegrating the maturing abs that he had worked so hard to get back home.

"What did you do to me!" Ian yelled as his sharp eyes targeted themselves upon Jessie. He stood up, stumbling for a moment or two as he stepped into the water, his fists clenched tightly.

He honestly looked as though he were going to pounce the boy.

Ian hardly seemed as though he were in the mood to listen. It was really hard to make him angry, but... When he was, well. He wasn't the greatest listener...And well, he never had the reputation of going easy on someone back home.

"Liar! Change me back, now!" Ian prepared a threatening fist to throw at Jessie, but right as he neared him, his new-found foot fins took a disliking to the slick sand in the water, and instantly he fell forward upon the boy, rather than punching him. But, he quickly used the inconvenience to his advantage, and as they splashed into the water, managed to get his hands around Jessie's throat.

"Change me back or I swear I'll kill you!"

Wesley refrained from calling out Jessie's name as he searched the jungle for the boy. So near the beach, the waves drowned out so much, it was rather pointless. Jessie had said he had been going out for a walk, and Wesley knew he wasn't about to run off again, but having to search for the boy was rather irritating. Breaking out onto the beach, he checked the shoreline. Nothing much to his right, anyway. Heading left, he was pushing a palm tree's leaves out of his face when he saw a struggle in the water - one was identifiably Jessie, the other had blackish hair - but the ears were fanned out. Oh Bloody Hell. Jessie's infected Ian. Sprinting as fast as his altered feet could carry him, he rushed to the scene. There were a dozen things he could do, but few of them were likely to succeed. He hadn't been in a fight since fencing at school, and those were meant as playful things.

Rushing into the water, he came up behind Ian and moved his staff to be horizontal. Sliding the bar in front of the boy, and praying to God the pair of rings around his chest were painful already, he gripping the other end as it came into view. He then thrust the bar backwards very, very hard. Using gravity as a second stage, he thrust himself to fall sideways into the water, hopefully dragging the boy with him. It was the only thing Wesley could think of. If Wesley wa lucky, the boy had just got the wind knocked out of him and then been cut off from his air supply. Of course, if it worked, there wa a chance that Wesley would become a bigger target, as well.

Jessie wasn’t sure if he was fairing well against Ian, mainly because he was frantically gasping for air and trashing about in the water in a vain attempt to throw his attacker off. But, yes! Amongst the scramble he’s managed to land a hit, it had defiantly works as he was able to suck in a much needs mouthful of air Ian’s grip loosened.

Sudden Ian was pulled away from him. ”What the-“ he gasped, finally able to breath as he feel back onto him butt in the shallow water. ”Wesley?”

“What the hell do you think your doing!?” he yelled, as he massaged his sore neck with one free hand. His usual calmness replaced by near blind rage, his tentacles wriggled about accordingly.