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007 | Text/Action for Goldenrod
[There have no doubt been plenty of people broadcasting their displeasure at the appearance of these creatures that have shown up, and even more talking about strange changes that have suddenly begun to take over their bodies within the last day or so. With each passing hour, the affliction seems to have affected more and more trainers.
At this point, though, Kaneki isn't interested in complaining about the situation on the Network, so he instead has a different question to ask.]
How long do you think this will last?
[That's assuming, of course, if this will even wear off...]
[Staying indoors is a solution that can only last for so long when your body is rapidly changing beyond your control. It started slowly as all things like this seem to at first, beginning with his aching leg and traveling outward from there to the rest of his body. While it wasn't particularly painful any more than the cut had been, it was an ache that settled into his bones in a way that was a little too familiar for his liking.
It wasn't like he had a whole lot of time to think about what was happening, at any rate. His first reaction to the change was initially to contact someone, but that never made it past being just a thought. For some reason, talking to anyone while like this was too daunting to think about, so he didn't. By now, though, he's wondering if maybe that wasn't the best idea.
Kaneki eventually has to leave his hotel room and wander outside thanks to a myriad of tentacles that now protrude from his shoulders and back, making it difficult to avoid undue property damage from being indoors. Not to mention the thick, purple substance that occasionally drips off of them, only to hiss and sizzle wherever it lands. At least going outside closer to dusk and away from the town's center made it less likely that he'd be spotted...maybe. None of his Pokemon are out with him, either, all either in their balls or back in his room. His Gear was left behind as well, so anyone trying to reach him right now won't get a response.
But now that he's out here...he honestly doesn't know what to do. He's had a day or so to actually quietly panic about the situation in private as the changes really took shape, leaving him at a bit of a loss afterwards. He doesn't want to be alone, not really...but he hasn't even gotten to a mirror to see what he looks like. He can't imagine it's good, and just not knowing for sure has his hands (which are blessedly still intact, compared to some) shaking a little at his sides, particularly when he lifts one up to hesitantly run his fingertips along the hard substance that has grown from the crown of his head down over his forehead and the bridge of his nose. It doesn't help that the growth has made it significantly harder to see in any direction that isn't straight on or slightly to either side, meaning that he wouldn't even be able to see if someone decided to approach from behind.]
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[Kaneki holds up his hands a little, though he doesn't try to get any closer. For both their sakes.]
An...Inves?
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[Then that must mean that this hits pretty close to home for Micchy, no matter how severely.]
Are you alright? You aren't in any pain, are you?
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[he moves a bit closer, looking at Kaneki carefully.]
Is that a... Tentacool? Or - no, a Tentacruel?
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[Kaneki glances over his shoulder to peer at the tentacles still suspended behind him.]
What attacked me looked sortof like a Tentacruel, anyway.
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[For more than just the obvious reasons.]
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[Even if this is pretty bad already...]
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It can somehow always be worse. I just hope it doesn't get worse.
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