prank #31 | action+text; OUTBREAK EVENT

[ghostytrainer]

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.))

Comments

[Action; A]

[pianokeys]

[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?

[Action; A]

[ghostytrainer]

[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.]

[pianokeys]

[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.]

[ghostytrainer]

[Compared to his initial freak out upstairs, he's relatively calmer. But the fact that Other Father is, as usual, keeping his calm only serves to further that. He's not angry or running away screaming or anything...]

[John shakes his head, curling up a little.]

Ah dn't.

[Maybe if he were lucky enough to just get a few scales and splotches like you, Other Father. But this new look really does nothing to bolster John's self esteem.]

[pianokeys]

[The Other Father can't help but keep a small, truthfully amused smile as he gets a little closer and leans down in front.

He doesn't like that John's got low self-esteem with this, or that he's scared or that this is even happening to him. He can relate to his boy and what with how the Other Mother doesn't seem to be turning up...]

Neither did I- when I had to turn back, that was.

[He chuckles, remembering down-times between the children; it isn't a nice memory, but he feels it can help here, if John can relate to something. He wouldn't usually tell the kids, but with it almost being a year and the Other Mother not arriving to take him away, he figures telling a smart boy like John a little bit of something helpful might be interesting. He doesn't expect him to run away, after all. If this were a new child who wasn't sure of him, he might not want to scare them away... but John's been there since the beginning.]

[ghostytrainer]

[John quirks an eyebrow.]

Trn bashck?

[Op, shit hold on. Gotta wipe that drool away real quick. Okay, now we're good. Storytime?]

[pianokeys]

[He nods, a little smirk at the wiping of the drool; adorable kid.

He's sure he can get away with telling this story without blabbing that the kid's Other Mother is a giant skeletal and metal spiderbeast.]

Before I was your Other Father, I wa~s a pumpkin.
Now I don't know 'bout you, but I found it pre~tty hard to walk and talk.

[He's got a brow raised; he knows to others this must sound silly, but that helps to his advantage in cheering the kid up. He's trying to make a joke of it.]

[ghostytrainer]

[Maybe a little silly. But hey, when you're technically a self-created slime baby from outer space and you survive the apocalypse by playing a video game, your list of things that you can't believe is pretty short.]

Ike...the vegabal? Jack o lahntrnth?

[pianokeys]

Maybe not the Jack-o-lantern. [They un-nerve him.]

Can't complain though, I did have arms and legs.

[He still doesn't like that the apocalypse happened in your world; too many dead children.]

[ghostytrainer]

Mahgik pumkeen?

[Well if he had arms and legs...obviously he wasn't a normal one.]

[pianokeys]

You could say that.

Wasn't the most practical, bu~t I got by with a little help from your Other Mother. [Help used loosely See what he's saying?] And I'm not goin' anywhere, kiddo.

[ghostytrainer]

[For a second, it looks as though John's about to move to hug his Other Father. But as he raises his arms, he remembers what happens when he lost control of his powers earlier today. Granted, he's the exact opposite of freaked out or frustrated right now but the last thing he wants to do right now is accidentally fry a person.]

[Especially not his Other Father, of all people.]

[So instead, he settles for just smiling at the man instead.]

Fnks dahd.

[pianokeys]

[He understands- and to be honest, his eyes widen as he raises his arms. He knew what would probably happen and the fear got to him.

About to respond to the thanks, his smile turns into something else as he winces and retches towards the floor next to him, vomiting pure water with a painful look on his face.

Your Other Father isn't well either, John, but he doesn't want to show it.]

[ghostytrainer]

[And now he's worried. Sure, he noticed the scales and discoloration on Other Father's skin, but it didn't quite register that that meant water. Or that he was having side effects as bad as painful water retching.]

[So it's probably a doubly good thing he didn't hug him...]

You shuwd go lay dwn...

1/2

[pianokeys]

[He shakes his head and wipes his mouth, hovering there for a moment, waiting. This is the first time he's really gotten ill, the first time he had felt bad and been sick in his life was earlier in the day. He's not entirely sure how to deal with it, nor would he put himself before his children.

When he speaks, it's slowly and not entire sentences. He's used to speaking like this when he's feeling bad.]

No need to. Fine in a second.

2/2

[pianokeys]

[He feels really bad that he showed that he's sick in front of his child; they worry and that can make them unhappy. He's here to make them happy.

He regains his composure and gives John an apologizing look.]

Sorry.

[ghostytrainer]

[Frown!]

Ft's not yur fuwlt.

[pianokeys]

I should have controlled it. [You can't, Other Father! That's not how being ill works. :I Well, he might be able to control the water gun soon, but that's it.]

[ghostytrainer]

[Increased frown!]

It's rlly hrd t' conterol. Not yur fuwlt!

[Does he have to get stubborn about this? He will get so stubborn about this.]

[pianokeys]

[No, he doesn't. Father would prefer not to argue with his children, especially when they're all sick.]

Y'know... This is my first time gettin' ill. [As a funny little fact and to explain why he doesn't quite understand it.]

[ghostytrainer]

...'ver, ehver?

[No way. Though, then again if he was originally a magic pumpkin... that honestly makes some sense.]

[pianokeys]

Forever. No~one gets ill in the Otherworld.

[It sadly does. It's a shame that he still got maimed and controlled there, so pain's something he knows.]

[ghostytrainer]

Oh...wow.

[That sounds kind of nice, to be honest. While John is hardly sickly, he's just one of those people who always seems to catch whatever's going around. Really kind of sucks.]

[pianokeys]

[With a large smile, he puts himself into a position where he can easily get up, but doesn't just yet.]

And if any of my children are ill, I'll take care you myself.

[He knows there's a chance he'll get a light shock from touching you, John, but he places out a hand. He's sure you're calmer, so you should be able to control it, right? That's how he's been controlling his, though it may not be the same for everyone.

But even through the shock and fear, he'll always be there to give you a hand up and out of the blues.]

[ghostytrainer]

[He puts forth a very concentrated effort NOT to shock Other Father as he takes his hand and pulls himself to his feet. He lets go of his hand pretty quickly though, not out of some kind of teenage funk of not wanting to hold his hand, but rather fear of losing control of the electricty.]

[Once standing, he again has to restrain himself from giving Other Father a hug. Man this is going to be hard to get used to...]

...Ah wufv...wuuuulll! [oh my god fuck this word why is it so hard to get it out!] Llllowfe. Lowve [Close enough. :|] you, dahd. Fankth.