ghostytrainer | prank #31 | action+text; OUTBREAK EVENT

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prank #31 | action+text; OUTBREAK EVENT

A; Other House

[When John finally wakes up at around noon, he's somewhat relieved to find that the nausea and weak feeling in his limbs from the past three days seem to have stopped. Or at least, they've lessened to a point where he doesn't feel like total shit anymore. There's still a dull throbbing in his head, but compared to the migraines from earlier, it's nothing worth commenting on. Oddly enough though, there's a dull, stinging pain on the outside of his head too. Kinda like when you fall and scrape your knee and you can still sort of feel if for a while afterwards.]

[But honestly, he's more distracted by the pain in his teeth, which took him a few moments to notice. That and the fact that his pillow seems to be soaked with what he has to guess is drool. He sits up, moving a hand to his mouth only to discover that somethig is distinctly not right with his teeth.]

[Well...more not right than usual, that is.]

[He grabs his glasses from his bedside table and jams them onto his face before dashing out of the bedroom he shared with his friends. He was in such a hurry that he didn't even notice the splotches and stripes all over his arms. At least, not until he reaches the bathroom.]

[There's a loud shriek followed by the crackle of electricity as John catches a look at himself in the mirror. All the lights in the house flicker momentarily but fortunately stay on.]

[Well...save for the ones in the bathroom. Those are pretty much toast. The lightbulb literally exploded, showering the floor with broken glass and who knows how fried the wiring is. There are char marks on the walls and the mirror is cracked in several places. But John doesn't stick around long to assess the damage. A yellow and purple, vagely John-shaped blur streaks through the house and out the back door. After settling in a far corner of the garden, he pulls out his Pokegear.]

B: Text;

whasat's ghoinmg on??/
shfit i measn
goingh8
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GOiNG!!!!1
WHAT'S GOIING ON??
THISE SI J

[Excuse the typos, his hands are a little jittery from all this extra energy he's suddenly found himself saddled with. Though as he grows more frustrated with his inability to type, he experiences another surge in elecrical power and short circuits his gear, mid sentence]

[Well shit. He'll have to get back to any responses once he replaces his gear...]

C: Action; Goldenrod

[Sometime later, John can be found outside in Goldenrod. As much as he doesn't want to go out looking like this, he kind of needs a new gear. Or maybe two or three in case the same thing happens again. Though he didn't leave the house without covering up first.]

[Despite the summer weather, he's now dressed in a hoodie which has the combined advantages of covering his arms as well as his horns. There's a scarf wrapped around the bottom half of his face, hiding the saber-buck teeth and blue lips. Sadly, without prescription sunglasses there's nothing he can do about the cat's eyes and stripes in the center of his forehead. Other than keep his head down, that is. He's doing his best to stay away from people and out of the way, but honestly his attempts to hide himself kind of make him stand out.]

[Plus he keeps kind of...crackling with electricity from time to time.]

((ooc: I didn't actually write it out because this was long enough already, but for A, characters staying in the Other House can barge in on John inbetween B and C when he's putting on his shitty disguise. There's not really much else to go on there because of all his running around. Though they can of course catch glimpses of John/see the bathroom/react to the commotion/what have you.))

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[His own mutations had started earlier in the day, causing illness, troubles and a moderate fear of electricity. All of this would have been fine if some of the children hadn't been effected by the electricity side of the contagion.

He had been in the kitchen, readying some water- not to mention finding some new comfort in it- and a damp cloth to place next to John for when he woke up. That's when it had happened.

At the exact time that the lights begun to flicker, the Other Father had felt a large shiver shoot down his spine. He had felt something similar before, but actual fear had only hit him a few times since his arrival in Johto. The fear from the sense of electrical power had subsided, but quickly replaced itself as he heard the door to the back garden go.

John.

If it had just been sparks flying from the electricity box then he would have stayed put, but this was his child and the fear of danger to them drowned out his new-spawned fear from his type.

Dropping everything, the usually-calm and smooth man rushes to the back garden, slowing as he peaks out of the door to the corner where John sits.]

John?

[Oh no...no no no. Dad, go back inside! No wait...don't go back inside because then you'll see what he did to the bathroom! Fuck. This is a no-win situation.]

[He doesn't move from his spot in the corner of the garden, he just gives Other Father a somewhat lost, slightly scared expression. He has no idea what's going on, having been too sick the past few days to really keep up with current events. Meaning he of course missed the memo about the sickness turning in to full blown mutations and powers.]

[Waking up to this sort of thing can be quite the shock to your system, in this case literally.]

Uwm... [Wow, that is not how "I'm" is supposed to sound. It's kind of hard to make the m sound in particular.] Ahhhww.. ah'm fhane!

[Yup, totally fine. You're just imagining the part where he's kind of scared and confused about this whole thing.]

[The bathroom isn't your fault and so you won't get in trouble.

There's something telling him not to go near him, that there's something about John that his body won't agree with and he should just keep his difference; the expressions the boy's giving him set off his fatherly instincts though and the Other Father starts to walk towards him.

He's keeping on a brave, happy face even though he's inwardly worried with every closer step.]

Likin' the new look.

[Remain calm and the child might calm down. There's nothing to worry about.]

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