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tampered2007-01-12 01:19 am
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Log: Finished, Apparently.
When; Presently.
Rating; Unknown.
Characters; Tia, Snape, Joseph.
Summary; Fixing the puddle of goo.
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It was rare that Tia ventured out on her own in the City - not from fear, but simply from the lack of desire. She found it, at most, a passing amusement. Though she'd not seen a man turned into a shapeless black substance before, and found it vaguely interesting. She decided she wanted to see what it was all about, though whether or not she could do anything about it, she rightly did not know.
Not long after the gypsy queen set out, she found her destination, a building not unlike the others about the City. She did not make for the cursed room, deciding instead to call upon the wizard she'd seen about - though on which of his trips to the City, she could not be bothered to recall. She knocked lightly on his door, awaiting a response.
Rating; Unknown.
Characters; Tia, Snape, Joseph.
Summary; Fixing the puddle of goo.
Log;
It was rare that Tia ventured out on her own in the City - not from fear, but simply from the lack of desire. She found it, at most, a passing amusement. Though she'd not seen a man turned into a shapeless black substance before, and found it vaguely interesting. She decided she wanted to see what it was all about, though whether or not she could do anything about it, she rightly did not know.
Not long after the gypsy queen set out, she found her destination, a building not unlike the others about the City. She did not make for the cursed room, deciding instead to call upon the wizard she'd seen about - though on which of his trips to the City, she could not be bothered to recall. She knocked lightly on his door, awaiting a response.
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There was a reason Severus had never learned much of the necromantic art.
In spite of spending years handling weird and sometimes even dangerous plants, and dried bits of animals, he rarely if ever had to see let alone make use of a whole one.
He stepped over to the table, and drew his wand again.
"Casses anima, commuto hominus ab cattus!"
That should have the desired effect. Snape waited to make sure.
It gave him time to muse why the language of spells tended to be Latin. He also idly wondered why when during the Babel curse all he could speak was Latin he hadn't been going about changing things all the time...
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His mind was fractured, but his memories solidified into the small mind like an overpowering drug, crammed into the small mind of the cat. He could feel his consciousness overpowering the puny brain as ideas that were too complex for the cat's small mind forced themselves to form neural bonds that a cat's brain wasn't equipped to handle.
The cat's brain was on the verge of anurism when he heard Snape say some words.
There was an explosion of light, and Joseph felt human.
Cold. A mind that fit his him. A head that was his own, even if he had a raging migraine and could barely see, his head was his own. He fell off the table and rolled up into a ball, covered in black ichor and looking half starved, while heavy patches of solidified ichor covered his skin. He twitched madly, then began to shiver madly.
"Cold... So... Cold..." He stammered between shivers.
Joseph was. He was naked, covered in black goo, and starving, but he was.
"Thank... You." Joseph said, still shivering.
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"You may wish to go clean yourself," he said calmly, "I'm sure you'll find a spare robe in the bathroom as well.
No guarantee as to the permanence of that form, so you may want to get yourself some pet supplies when at times of stress it fails you..." he began back towards the kitchen to check on the tea. "I shall prepare you some potions for such times. They should prolong the manifestation."
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His mind was finite. It was inside his head, he was in one location, not all around the room. He was... There. Senses... Water. A body. Skin. Smell of soap. Headaches. A taste like he needed to brush his teeth something fierce. A weakness in his bones, and an empty feeling in his gut. He nearly went into shock as it occurred to him that... He was alive.
But he felt himself. He managed a small laugh, then finished the shower. Grabbing a robe, he exited the bathroom.
"Thank you, both of you... I... I'll see people about making this more permanent. It feels good to have a body, and now, with your leave, I'd like to return to my room and put on some of my old clothes, and have a bite to eat." Joseph said weakly, although the weary smile on his lips conveyed much more gratitude than were in his words.
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"Be wary of your stability," she said, not sounding terribly urgent. "Start to come apart, find another cat. Consume it, in all parts."
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