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Armagnac's voice was sharp, and laced with something Sherry almost identified as sarcasm. She wasn't quite sure, though.

She was no longer on that island. In fact...it looked very much like she was home. Home but still... A look down confirmed it. She was still a minipet. Crap. She was a decidedly different minipet, and from her vantage point, a furry type of....why did her belly remind her of a turtle shell?


Sherry looked back up, and then around. "Um..." Minipet, on Deus Island. Sherry had a sneaking suspicion that wasn't an ideal situation. And holy crap. What about -- "Jake?"

Jake's reaction had been much more pronounced than her own, but Sherry had to agree with him. "Yeah."

She looked down at her own paws again. Well. This...complicated things.



No help. That's what you are. Sherry's attention went back to Jake as he started talking again. She nodded at the first part, but at the second, "I dunno. I think they're kind of cute." As she spoke she moved closer to Jake, eying him. It seemed like they were the same species, though clearly different colors. "For a minipet, at any rate."

Her ears twitched, anxiety creeping up inside her. "So. What do you think we should do?"

Sherry's own ears perked forward at Jake's reaction. What? It wasn't like she'd been touching him. Though she did wonder what the fur would feel like...

"Well, I suppose we could try and find someone to help us. Though..." she glanced around, her ears drooping slightly, "I don't know how good of an idea that is." Had she heard whispers about hunters and minipets recently in the labs? Maybe. Not like she had been paying attention, though.

"Do...do you think going back to the island would help?" That was clearly the source of their problem. Perhaps it could be the cure, too?

"What?" Sherry's ears perked, perfectly indicating her shock. "You can't be serious."

Her eyes went from one side to the other as she glanced around again. Her ears flattened. Wariness. Then she more or less went bounding after Jake.

"And what if it's not back to normal?" She pulled up next to him, super close and everything. Did their shells just touch? Yes, yes they did. Sherry wasn't used to this body, ok.

"What will we do then?"

Sherry turned her head, hoping for a response. Instead, all she got was a great view of Jake as he came to a rest on his back. Really? Truly? Way to fail, Jake, way to fail.

The Life trainee turned minipet stopped, turned, and walked/waddled the few steps over to Jake. "Oh, you don't mean that."

Sherry was rather close to Jake now, looking him in face. She kind of plopped her rump down so she was sitting and looked at him for a moment before she raised her left paw and placed it lightly on his upside down shoulder. "Just how turtle-like are we? Can you get up?"

Could her turtlecatthing face smile? If so, she was totally doing that. She had moved her paw away when he'd acted like he might swat her, but as soon as she realized that threat was empty, her paw had found it's way back to his shoulder. Just because she could.

"It looks like...you've fallen and you can't get up." She laughed the slightest bit. She then stood back up and inched a slight bit closer, sure it meant she had to remove her paw from his shoulder, but alas, it was a small price to pay. He seemed harmless in this state.

"Would you," her face was really close to his, "like some help?"

Sherry just stood there staring at him, and trying not to laugh. She didn't move in any closer, but she didn't back away either.

At least not until he screeched or whatever. Dear lord, what was that noise?! Unexpected and loud (she had been right next to him!) it did send her scrambling back a step or two.

Ears lowered in caution and muscles tense like a cat ready to pounce, Sherry eyed Jake with look full of worry and surprise. "What?! What's wrong?"