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 Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 1:59 pm
Colche looked up at Greer and giggled puuring still. It would probably be very scary to her if Greer actually attacked but the girl was calm around Greer she had known the woman for such a long time it seemed.
"ask if can fly, I wanna see" she grins, she was very curious about this flying thing now.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 2:08 pm
Greer laughed. "I'll ask Aubrey the next time I see her, okay? Until then I need to figure out how to get clothes on so I can go get food. Will you help?"
Although clawed, Colche still possessed fingers.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 2:16 pm
Colche tilted ehr head she had never really found cloths to be entirely necessary "why?" she looked extremely curious Greer was probably more 'clothed' in Colches humble oppinion than your average person. All those feathers realy didn't reveal very much.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 2:21 pm
"Because..." Greer trailed off, trying to figure out a way to explain her need for clothes thatColche would understand. "Because I'm used to wearing clothes. Wearing them makes me feel better, even if all these feathers cover most of my body. I'm just used to wearing them, like you're used to not."
She'd leave the bit about not wanting to scare people with her pseudo nakedness for another day.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 2:28 pm
Colche tilted ehr head "Okay" she grinned, what could she fit Greer in to any way? "Greer got swim suit?" she looked overly curious, that to gher seemed like the easiest thing, cept maybe a tank top, oh or a dress with no sleeves! it was up to Greer she supposed, but she was happy to help.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 2:34 pm
Greer smiled, walking over to her closet and frowning at it for a moment before pulling the door open with a taloned foot. Reaching a wing in, she pulled forward a brightly colored piece of fabric. "This is a sarong - I can wrap it around me like a dress and then tie it. Could you help?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 2:39 pm
Colche nodded padding over to Greer she looked at the fabric "purty" she states, she knew how to tie a knot if greer cout drape it around herself. She was still befuddled as to why Greer needed Cloths she was all feathery.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 2:42 pm
How Greer got the fabric around her with wings and feet, she'd never know. But she managed somehow, and knelt so it was easier to tie the knot behind her neck.
"Thank you for doing this, little one. It's nice to have a friend with hands."
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 2:49 pm
Colche smiled "sokay" she grins broadly fastening the knot tightly behind Greers neck before resting her arms at her sides again "Gunna go for nap now, wanted to see greer n kitty" She giggles hugging greer one more time "nice foodys greer" she puurrs padding over to the big tom cat and puuring at him ruffling his head one more time "byebye Greer" she smiles padding out the door before bounding off towards her Duplex. It was definately nap time, what a long day so many people had changed today, everyone wwas becoming more furry feathery and scaley it seemed.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 4:28 pm
 Emelyn Emelyn's jagged knife- which she'd temporarily lashed to a long, sturdy branch, seared through the air... piercing the animal's neck and severing its head from its tiny body. Only when Emelyn found herself grasping the handle of her makeshift spear, the end of which was firmly planted into the earth with the force of her strike... did she pull back and let her head fall back on her neck- limp, like a depressed Pez dispenser. "Damn it," she cursed, tugging the spear out of the earth and tucking the long handle under her arm. The end wagged slightly with the lack of support as she bent over, touching her knees and moaning. "Poor little snake," she said, "...I'm sorry little snake. ...I didn't know I was going to... well..." she stood up and sighed, tipping her head onto a shoulder, "...Decapitate you." Emelyn had only seen the little willowy green snake moments before- and her reaction had been (before the deadly attack) not one of fear- but rather... hunger. Desire. She'd struck without even realizing, and now- found herself stomping her feet and rocking back and forth, exhaling obnoxed sighs. "What am I going to do with you now?" She said. Greer Cassenwari Greer walked carefully through the jungle, arms held close to her body so the wings wouldn't snag on anything. Since Colche hadn't come to eat with her, she'd decided that hunting was a better choice. Maybe she could sneak in some flying practice while she was at it. Cocking her head, she caught a faint noise from off in the distance. Hmm. Could be a furry little meal. The winged woman turned and headed towards whatever it was she'd heard. Emelyn Em was still shifting from foot to foot, pouting and feeling quite sorry for herself- not to mention the 'dearly departed' when Greer came through the brush. Emelyn didn't know this at the time, however. ...Not because she hadn't seen/heard the woman- but for the sake that she did not recognize the hawk-woman. At least, not at first. "Erm..." Em said, giving slight way to her hedgehog mind, asking if this large bird could be seen as a predator. Almost laughingly, the animal answered that there was no way a bird would attempt to pick through the spines- not when the forest was filled with much meatier, easier-access meals. Besides, the human intellect reasoned- even if the creature could fly, it would be unlikely that it could lift her off the ground. These thoughts were contained in the breadth of an instant, during which Emelyn stood, her eyes wide and her mouth pursed as the end of her spear waggled behind her. Thankfully, it only took a moment longer to see that hair- those eyes... which, though hawklike, held the definite air of the woman she knew. "Greer!" She said, "I... I..." she hardly knew what to say. So she pointed, instead, with her toe. "...I killed the snake." Greer Cassenwari Greer paused in her trudge, not expecting to see her friend. And then Em pointed to the snake, and the entomologist dissolved into laughter. Ah, the release of stress! "So you have. Congradulations?" She cocked her head as she looked at the poor creature, trying to decide if it was edible or not. Emelyn Emelyn felt the bubble of laughter burst in her own throat, too, and despite herself, she let it go. It was a rather absurd thing to say- but in the face of Greer's drastic change, somehow the issue of the poor snake had presented the only viable topic. Em shook her head, smiling now as she looked down at the two-pieced critter. "Not really," she said, referencing the 'congratulations'. "I didn't mean to do it- I'm just out gathering food. I just saw the snake and was like 'ooh... gotta kill'. So I did." She looked up at the feathered girl, intent not to stare... but finding it hard not to peruse the feathers, the legs... everything that was now so different. "I didn't even know hedgehogs ate snakes." She took the spear out from beneath her arm and dropped it behind her- near the basket she'd left several paces behind. Only then did she turn back to her friend and let a smile that said 'I'm glad to see you' cross her face, and say, "So... how recent is... this development?" Greer Cassenwari The hawk eyed Em carefully, trying to decide whether it considered her trouble or not. From the looks of her, she could probably grab the snake and run- Greer mentally thwapped herself. You'll get fed soon enough! "Well, If you don't want it I'll take it. Yay for being a desert species." She smiled as best she could with the corners of her mouth, and quashed the need to get up into a tree for perching. "This all happened last night... which made my sleep far from restful. Do you get crazy dreams when you change too?" Emelyn "Be my guest," Em said, stepping back from the little green rope of a snake. "It's not worth it for me to make a fire to cook it, anyway. And my tastes aren't quite so... progressed that I can stand it raw." At the mention of dreams, Emelyn's mind was suddenly filled with the memory of the most terrifying dream she'd ever had- a flash of black hair along a blued, dead skin.... which Greer had hanging off the back of her arm, offering it Emelyn to write with. Em shook the vision from her mind, took a deep breath, and nodded. "Only once. This last change, when it happened out in the wild. Every time before that, I've been awake when I got the serum. I was at the lab for every other one. ...Maybe you only get nightmares when it's a 'while you sleep' infusion." Greer Cassenwari "Thanks!" Greer picked the morsel up with a foot and made quick work of it. Eating was so much easier when your mouth picked a design. "Perhaps," she said, responding to Em's most recent comment. "At this point I'd really prefer a conscious change. Having my dad in my head in creepy ways is the worst part... even now that I've lost my hands." She didn't mention Sean's appearance, not yet. She wasn't ready to hear some one else agree with her that he was almost certainly dead. Emelyn That was one part Emelyn hadn't focused on. "Oh my god- your hands? How are you doing anything at all without them?" She said incredulously- her mouth open in sad awe. Greer Cassenwari Greer sighed, lifting a foot and waving it. "The same way the birds do: by talon and beak." Emelyn "Are you... done, yet? Is this your 100%?" Greer Cassenwari She shrugged, thinking back. "I've been through... three changes now. How many do we get?" Emelyn "Mm..." Em sucked in her upper lip in thought, seizing it with her bottom teeth like a bulldog before letting it free. "I honestly don't know. But I'm sure I've heard the labtechs talking about being brought to 'one hundred percent.' ..I just hope this is it for you." Em's eyes lingered over the large, feathery wings. "Can you.. well... fly?" Greer Cassenwari Greer spread her wings reflexively before resettling them by her sides. "I don't know. The possibilty of falling to my death if I can't has made me leary of attempting it." Emelyn The statement, though steeped in morbid truth, made Emelyn laugh. Perhaps it was Greer's delivery- or her no-nonsense approach to this change- but something about her demeanor spoke quite obviously to the fact that... beneath all the feathers- the talons and the hawk eyes... was the soul of her friend. "Perhaps you should ask one of the staff members. They're probably giddy about the 'new data'," Emelyn said dryly. Greer Cassenwari Greer smiled a little and rolled her eyes. "I have plans to talk to Aubrey, since she's always had some tact about the whole thing. If anyone spoke to me like a test subject right about now I'm pretty sure I'd peck out their eyes." A bit unsettled by how close that statement was to the truth of her dream, she fluffed her feathers and changed the subject. "But how have you been, oh great huntress of the green?" Emelyn "Hm," Em laughed- a thin amusement that didn't warrant even the parting of her lips. She took a deep breath and spoke with a small, ironic smile. "Well... I've been doing pretty well- was a good little amazon hedgie, wove some basket, collected food- even made a drying rack to sit on the beach. Got my spear, my digging stick, my knife... oh... and about a week ago, Jamal attacked me in the middle of the jungle and almost killed me. I have two long lines of disintegratable stitches in my back." She added, a part of the stream-of-thought speech. "Which would be why I carry this around now," she said, kicking the spear where it lay behind her with her heel. "It's not just for snake-killing, y'know." Greer Cassenwari Greer's beak dropped open in shock. "WHAT?!" Emelyn "Oh yes," Em said, resisting a strange urge to rub at her eyes- perhaps to relieve all the pressure that was forming at her temples. "I was just walking through the jungle, minding my own beeswax when Jamal dropped out of a tree and started running after me. He got me square in the back- two long tracks..." Em turned around and pulled away some of the loose spine-mass to show a track of stitches in between, "the only way I survived was that I rolled into a hedgehog ball. ...After a while, I passed out- and woke up in the labs." Greer Cassenwari The entomologist attempted a whistle, but you needed lips for that. As it was she simply blew out a breath in a rush. "I can't believe... even looking like this I never thought we were really turning into animals. Not on the inside, anyway." She gestured helplessly, wanting to give her friend a hug but not sure of the mechanics of it anymore with her wings and Em's spines. "I'm so sorry." Emelyn "It's okay," Em said softly- no longer allowing herself the ironic, dry voice that was so obviously a cover to something that had been a terrifying, life-altering (nearly life-robbing) experience. "It... was one of the worst moments of my life. But I'm okay- the pain is almost all gone- I'm just a little tender back there. ...And I haven't seen Jamal since." She left out that she'd holed herself up in the mountain home for nearly a week, depriving herself of food and water for fear of leaving... or that she'd dropped an alarming amount of weight (which Greer could probably see- after all, Em never wore more than a bikini top and shorts these days). She didn't even mention how she'd threatened Zach, and how she truly felt she might have stabbed him, had he come any closer to her. ...Em didn't even know if she knew Zach, anyway. "I'm okay." Greer Cassenwari Greer could hear the lie in her friend's voice, but felt unable to help. Hawks weren't built to give comfort. Stepping forward, she bumped Em's forehead lightly with hers. "That's good." Emelyn As feathers touched fur, Em wished she could wrap her arms around her friend... but obviously... neither of them was really built for that sort of careless affection anymore. Nay- they were instead delegated to this, odd- yet no less meaningful brand of comfort. "Thanks, Greer," she said softly. Greer Cassenwari "Any time." She straightened up, stomach reminding her why she came out here in the first place. "I'm sorry to head butt and run, but I need to go track down some tasty bunnies... take care of yourself, okay?" She tried to smile once more, heading off into the jungle. Em needed to be okay. Greer wasn't up to losing anyone else anytime soon.
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 6:58 am
Greer stood on her balcony, frowning at the sun. How the hell was she supposed to hunt anything without hands? Her new found wings made it impossible for her to scramble up to her usual perches: a fact which the island's rabbit population was most likely enjoying immensely. In theory she could just spread her wings and leap off of this balcony, but... the human part of her brain was very much against such a course of action. Even growing wings wouldn't silence the instinctive simian fear of falling, and being a scientist made her leary of experimenting without further data. The Captain meowed and she patted him gently with a flight feather. For the love of- she couldn't even pet a damn cat! Life was starting to annoy her. If she'd be able to climb trees, Greer probably would have relocated to the jungle entirely. Most of the duplex was useless to her now, serving only to remind her of the human she had been and was nowhere near now. She couldn't use doorknobs, only handles. No more showers. Her bed was too small for her wingspan and her horns tore the pillows. Chairs with backs thwarted her tail feathers, the desk and its papers might as well be an alligator speaking Russian for all she could do with them, and even the light switches seemed to exist to mock her- Greer hissed under her breath, half at life and half at herself. She needed to figure out this flying thing, and soon- it would give her deformed hands a purpose and make her change far more bearable. As far as she knew, she'd have the sky to herself, and then she'd be able to go all the places a lack of digits kept her from climbing. Not to mention the hunting. She gave the cat beside her a speculative look, wondering idly if he'd like to take a glide with her. Probably not. But it would be fun to try. She needed to talk to Aubrey. Find out about flying. See if there were other bird related things she needed to know. Glancing back into her duplex, she shook her head and sighed. Get someone to look after her bugs. The lack of hands made their care and feeding nigh impossible, and they shouldn't be punished for the strange things she had to live through. She wished she didn't have to give them up, but like any good mother she was ready to put her feelings aside so they could have a better life. And if there was a place on the island she could sleep in without being reminded how human she wasn't, well, maybe there was a better life for her too.
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 1:45 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 1:42 pm
The early afternoon sun found Greer sitting on her bed, practicing turning book pages with her feet. It was a slightly more delicate operation than her talons were built for, and since she was pretty sure Emelyn didn't want the corners of her work torn to shreds, the entomologist was honing her skills on her own texts first. She had them practically memorized, and anyway it wasn't as if there was going to be anyone else clamoring to bone up on the life cycle of the North American cicaida.
After puncturing the fifth page, she kicked the book off the bed with angry hiss. Blasted feet! They worked fine for eating, but they were often quite useless when she needed to do non-death related tasks. She wanted her hands back, damn it! If she was going to have wings she should at least be able to fly... she eyed the communications thinger on the wall by her front door speculatively. That thing could call the labs, right?
Greer went over to it, folding a wing awkwardly so she could use a thumb to press buttons. " Could I speak to Aubrey?" she asked, hoping someone would connect her.
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 1:53 pm
The man on the other end of the line asked you to hold. Classes elevator music filled the intercom for a few moments before the line clicked back on.
"Dr. Lockheart, can I help you?" came Aubrey's voice from the other end. The sound of typing could be heard faintly.
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 1:56 pm
It worked! Neat. Yay for modern conviences. "Uh, Aubrey? It's Greer. Could I ask you some questions?" the entomologist said, a little clumsily. She hadn't spoken to the woman in a while, and wasn't sure how loudly you had to talk to be heard over the connection.
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