ITT: We are our avatars.

Wren: ...Trolls have grey skin. And horns. And weird dialects. -points at GG, trying not to cough- He's turned into one a few times already, actually. -blinks- uHHHH,,,hI CATHERINE,,, -turns to GG- ...?

edited 26th Aug '11 6:52:16 AM by TheRealWren

Catherine: ...um...(she doesn't know what to even say)

Medic: ...So you want to develop big horns, grey skin, a foolish sounding accent...and deny basic medical care for what is clearly an illness.

Have I got zis right, boy?

Wren: -coughs- uHHHHH,,,wELL,,,iM SURE IM GOING TO BE FINE,,,i,,,uHHHH,,,sHOULD CHANGE BACK TO NORMAL,,,uHHH,,,eVENTUALLY, ...-coughs- But if you've got some -coughs- cough medicine, I'd appreciate that, doctor...

Catherine: ...

(she then glances at the shipping chart)

Medic: Hmmmm...Die dümmsten Bauern ernten die dicksten Kartoffeln.

-Hands Wren a box of cough drops-

For your "little" cough problem. A few medical tests would be better suited to give you somethink to help, buuuuuuuuuut I wouldn't dare to dream of wasting your valuable time when you're so clearly busy today.

-Puts his hands behind his back-

Good day, sir.

-Nods, and starts to walk off, glancing at GG's shipping chart as he passes it by-

edited 26th Aug '11 7:02:39 AM by Raidouthe21st

GG: "Hey! That's private!"

~hides the shipping chart~

(@Wren)GG: "Okay, seriously, you are acting really irrational. I mean, you haven't even been hit by random lightning. You are gradually transforming. That's not good."

Catherine: ...sorry? (she blinks) Though if you're seriously thinking of linking me with one of the others, I'm afraid to say this, but I already have a girlfriend. (she actually doesn't sound mad when she says it, just neutral)

Wren: uHHHH,,,aCTUALLY, i WAS, wAYYYYY BACK IN FORTREE, ,,,i DONT KNOW WHY ITS ONLY EFFECTING ME NOW,,, -smiles at the Medic- W-W-Well, I appreciate the concern. And I'm sorry for...taking up your time...

Medic: Well, in this world, everybody has freedom. Freedom to live, freedom to play, freedom to choose. Of course...that also includes the freedom to enjoy the consequences of their blunders...

-Laughs darkly and cruelly as he walks away-

g2g, bbl

GG: "...you have no idea how a shipping chart like this works, right?"

(@Wren)GG: "That's just as bad, really. It means the lightning was more-... oh wait why do I even care."

~shrugs~

edited 26th Aug '11 7:07:33 AM by LeChuck4

Wren: -sweatdrop- ...Lightning was more WHAT? -folds his arms- I would like an explaination, before, you know...-coughs- ,,,i CHANGE INTO A TROLL AND,,,yEAH, }:|

Catherine: No. And I prefer you not telling me how it works.

GG: "...you just said you were fine with whatever is happening to you. Why the change of heart?"

Wren: -shrugs- Well, I'm not worried changing into a troll. It's just what you said that made me worry. aND THAT I MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO CHANGE BACK, }:(

(Catherine sighs and gives Wren her lightning rod)

Catherine: Here, use this. It can hopefully change you back to normal.

GG: "Just go and ask Hilarity. Duh. He is a master of reverting transformations. He can do it. I'm sure."

edited 26th Aug '11 7:17:08 AM by LeChuck4

Wren: -nods- tHATS TRUE, hILARITY COULD,,,uH,,,hELP ME OUT OF THIS METAPHORICAL JAM, }:) -blinks at the lightning rod and takes it- Oh, thanks, Catherine! This mi- -is hit by a lightning bolt and...well, the change is instant.◊

Catherine: ...

I'll...head off for a bit.

(she heads to a different world. Presumably, she's punching targets in a way to ease her anger)

GG: "Can't say this surprises me."

Wros: uH,,,wELL I DONT KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU,,,i,,,uHHH,,,wELL,,,i GUESS I COULD TRY MAKING SOME BREAKFAST AND ACT NORMALLY }:)

(minutes later, Catherine sighs a bit, returning and having cleaned up the targets)

Catherine: ...okay. I think I'm better. (she looks at Wren)...sorry. (she takes her lightning rod back)

GG: "Yeah, sure. Do that. I'll go and buy things."

~heads out for the department store~

Wros: rIGHT, uHHH,,,tAKE CARE, -he nods, turning to Catherine- uH, dONT WORRY ABOUT IT, iM OKAY AND YOU TRIED TO HELP, tHANKS, }:)

Catherine: ...pardon? (she places her lightning rod back)