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[strangehstorian]

[Scraping, and then Chromie's voice, understandable to all. She has practice speaking Common with a different-shaped mouth, after all.]

-got it working? Oh! There's the light!

Ah...

[There's a pause here. Evidently she hadn't actually thought of what she wanted to say before turning her communicator on.]I appear to be a ...small ungulate. Yes. I

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[majorum_pride]

[What is not small, not in the slightest, is the giant liger sauntering up the hall. Oh, Rhade can understand everyone, he's just not finding it in his best interest to make actual words or try to talk until he knows there's no other choice. This could be used to his advantage, after all.

But there is something tiny. And he can't help but saunter toward this small ungulate lazily.]

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[strangehstorian]

[Chromie is barely stumbling along down the hall, not used to having knees that bend like that and nosing along her communicator.]

Alexstrasza's sake. You would think he'd be considerate enough to make them smaller with us.

[Then, suddenly, her ears prick up at something. She twists her neck around and freezes like- well, remarkably like a terrified deer in the headlights.]

Oh no. Oh-

[She takes off like a shot, suddenly finding how to use her new legs just fine. Though, really that'll only prompt it to chase her and it'd be entirely more reasonable to try to speak with it considering that there is only a .03% chance that this is not a fellow Barge resident but oh dear oh no run run runrun-]

I don't want to be eaten!

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[majorum_pride]

[And suddenly there is a running wee thing! Rhade makes a chuffling noise (wait, what was that?) and starts padding after her, unable to help himself. He doesn't want to do anything. He's not hungry (yet), he just wants to catch her now that she's moving.]

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[strangehstorian]

[Oh god this is not fun! She makes it to the end of the hall (communicator abandoned) and nearly runs straight into the stairwell door before scrabbling to a halt and wheeling around, trembling. She blinks hard a few times, trying to stop time or flash 20 minutes into the past or turn back into a dragon or something but as usual the flood does not cooperate.]

[most_feared]

[There's quite a bit of knocking around the communicator, when finally there's a droopy-eared black and tan hound sniffing at the screen.]

Goddammit. What is this bullshit that's happening now? [That is to say...] Yeah, I'm here.

[This all said in grumbles and whines.]

[strangehstorian]

Hello!

[This is not even weird, you guys. This is not as weird as it could be at all, all things considered.]

Who are you when you aren't ...hm, let me see. A hound?

[most_feared]

I'm Agent K.

[Sudden alert look.]

Oh god.... Oh shit. Why... no... My-

[And sort of in the corner of the screen you can see him try to squirm onto his hip, his foot entering frame because HIS EAR HAS STARTED ITCHING!]

My ear is itchin'. [Scratch scratch!] OW! Wait, yes. NO OW! [Scratch, ear flaps over his face a few times. More scratch.] Ow! Ow! Oh, good. Yes. [He stops.]

[strangehstorian]

...

...

What on earth was that?

[feels_no_love]

[Shuffleshuffle. For a moment the view is of a big, wet black nose. Then it backs off and you get a very big, excitedly pant-grinning black wolf. His eyes are a steel color that might are might not be familiar, but whoever he is he's either mute or distracted from speech.]

[strangehstorian]

[Okay, you're terrifying. There's a little strangled deer-whimper.]

H-hello. Thank you. Who are you?

[feels_no_love]

[He blinkblinks, then wuffs softly and rolls over so she sees the underside of his chin and a foreshortened paws-in-the-air body. Then Nostrilcam again.]

This is so much fun! Can you understand me?

[strangehstorian]

[She lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding.]

Yes I can! Hello! I'm Chromie, the warden. Who are you?

[strangehstorian]

Well I- might need someone to open my door. It seems to have gotten very large all of a sudden. Are you affected?

[Private]

You'll see why I never invite people over, at least.

[strangehstorian]

Well, you could still be a bird considering that.

[Private]

Eighth floor, first room.

[restoringhonor]

Chromie?

[Say hello to the very irritated looking Red Pandaish thing.]

[strangehstorian]

Hello! Oh- [she giggles] your voice.

[Zukovoice sounds dissonant coming out of fluffy little fire ferret.]

Mhm - sorry. Are you alright?

[restoringhonor]

[If ferrets could lineface, he'd be doing it.]

More or less. You?

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[strangehstorian]

It's a little easier when you're used to changing shapes. I don't like the instincts, though.