009 | Anna Milton | [video & private]

[afallenstar]

It seems everyone's had quite the morning, so I'll keep this brief. If any of you think you might be the kind of powered up that can help figure out exactly what it is people are turning into, let me know.

In the mean time just...be careful, guys.

[[ Private to the Angelsibs and honorarysib housemate Chuck ]]

As someone [ see Gabriel, re: griping announcement earlier ] has mentioned already, there's something weird going on here. We're human now, completely, and Balthazar....
[ All in good time. ]

Obviously it's a little harder to keep in touch now, but are you all okay so far? No broken bones, stubbed toes, fatal injuries? Keep in touch, okay?

[[ Private to Fun Ghoul ]]

We have a bit of a situation here.

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[enchangement]

Nope. They turned down the radio when they altered her schematic.

Funny, the parts missing are still gone.

[ Only, yanno, not funny at all. ]

[afallenstar]

[ Now that's problematic, and it occurs to her that maybe that's what this is, neutering the more perceptive of the bunch. ]

What did happen to you? A human, or...?

[enchangement]

Or.

[ River pulls the video away from her face and holds her arm up against a tree. The tree seems to absorb it. ]

A tree and a girl.

[afallenstar]

Wow, they're really pulling out the stops this time.

[ The more she learns, the less she likes what is going on here. They're really going old school with this stuff it seems, and that's never good. The older you go, the more powerful things tend to be, and the only ones around here powerful enough to take on that kind of thing and help protect people have been twisted into something else.

Great. ]

If you find anyone around here who might be able to figure it out, could you...let me know? it's important.

[enchangement]

Yes. Knowing is important.

Do you know what I am?

[afallenstar]

Something old, almost as old as me.

[ It's supposed to be a joke, a light chuckle delivered with it and everything, but there's no masking her concern. ]

It appears to me that you've become a tree nymph. A dryad, if you prefer. The spirit of a tree, as the Greeks tell it.

[enchangement]

Won't start to riots and uprising. Sleep in the sun and breathe in the moonlight. A young thing as an old thing; there's a balance to it.

[ It has to have balance or she'd freak out a lot more than she first did when she realized that her mind only held her own thoughts. ]

Worried about it. Too much power, too much instability, not enough memories to keep it all in check. Already tired, already angry, already lost. Only had ourselves to our name and now ourselves are stripped too?

Why?