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Okay, the guy said he came in peace but still should she trust--or even have faith he wouldn’t harm her? The people Moreau brought to the island, how many of them were right in the head? All though she was thanking Moreau--something she would never admit out loud--of allowing her body to slightly blend in with the tree. ‘Maybe I am turning into a plant, a flower or something.’ She thought, trying to stay calm.

There were others around them…and one had to come closer. ‘Just stay calm, I am human…human...no need to fear anything. You weren’t this afraid when Eve decided to take you on a ‘on job assignment’ for her crack pot lobby group.’ Willing herself to at least stay put did the girl try to push away one a leafy vine. Her skin was wet from the rain--and now from Deon’s little shake.

It felt odd to touch something…well soft and somewhat fleshy but it was rather sensitive--as though if she were to bend that particular part of her hair would it snap in two, which would hurt a lot. Was that a side effect of the serum? Becoming a plant that was very, very sensitive to basically everything and anything? Elea didn’t want to think of it, pretty soon she would start thinking the rest of her life would be lived in a bubble.

Clearing out her throat--a nervous habit she began forming--did she parted her lips to speak a little. “I-I’m Elea…”She paused for a moment, forcing herself to act normally with her speech patterns. “And please next time don’t do that. I’m all ready wet enough as it is.” Her voice was calm with an underlying tone of sarcasm, not as much as before when she was fully human. But at least she had stopped stuttering like an idiot who was afraid of the dark.

The rustling racket that Cecil was making was getting louder, and closer. He was walking slowly, trying to find his feet on the solid ground, only to get it stuck in a bush half the time.

That's when he heard voices, he thought of calling out with the artificial larynx, but thought better of it, the dark was scary enough without a robot voice calling out to you. He just kept moving on.

The girl gave a small nod to Charlotte, her mouth forming a small thin line. She wouldn’t want to shake hands with anyone--not because of fear or anything but simply because she didn’t enjoy human contact that much. Growing up with two older competitive older siblings and one younger brother who hogged all the attention, a simple hug was given…maybe twice a month when she was growing up? Either way, it wasn’t as though shaking hands was something they could do, a ‘hello’ would suffice.

“Yeah.” She replied trying to keep her stoic composure. Elea wasn’t that social nor was she much of a talker. Maybe that’s why she was becoming a plant...or maybe a animal that was a antisocial too. It would make tons of sense, then again Moreau wasn’t one to have all of his marbles in one jar.

Ryan sat stunned for a minute. These...things were just sitting there talking, like it was completely normal. He was fairly sure he wasn't dreaming or anything. He finally saw Elea. What the hell? She was even weirder than the other two.

"You people are just wearing costumes, right?" He fought to keep the panic out of his voice.

Graaaaaannnnnnddd... deon thought to hismelf as he saw the otter run away, as well as the two newere arrivals come upon them. He decided to adress the confused man first and smiled at him "No." He promptlly replyed, wondering if he trully belived him "If you dont belive me feel free To give me a pat on the head, that should prove real enough..."

Then without turning he waved to the one who fell from the tree, wondering why he was being so quiet. "We really need to find a place to get out of this rain..." He mutterd, the dreayness already sinking in again.

"I wish this was a dam costume!" Colette said over her shoulder and then began to swim in the surf. 'Ahhh... Here we go' she thought as she continued to swim through the water. This was quite relaxing for her as she could feel the currents trying to tug her along. Colette surfaced and then sighed as she felt mellow now.

Cecil dusted himself off and got up. There was another person too, from the looks of it, he was ordinary, and confused and panicked. Oh man, he could relate, it was only-

Oh....

Crap. He doesn't know, does he?

The mute went over to the man, he put a firm hand on the newcomer's shoulder, and turned him around from the group. The kid thought that maybe this person would take the whole transforming thing better if he got the news from someone who was still human. It's just one believed people who seemed to be on the same boat as you.

He took out a pocket notebook and a pen from his pockets, the clouds were parting from the moon, shedding some light on the situation. Cecil put a finger up, asking for a moment while he scribbled down a few words. After a minute, he gave it to the guy. The ink glistened under the moonlight.

Hiya. You don't look like you got the news.