[Oh, Takame... Amal is emotionally stupid but even he can figure that out.]
no worries my friend it happens to everyone well maybe not everyone it's happened to us and like everyone i know
anyway
it's just like any other curse. when you're emotional, the effects get more intense. when you have a clear mind, it's easier to control i can play music for you to calm you and talk you through it would that be okay?
[Takame let his guard down in not expecting this to come for him eventually. But maybe it didn't even matter with the wariness. Heaven's knew this realm did not discriminate.
Amal really saw right through him, didn't he? His response came delayed because typing hard.]
[Even a broken clock is right twice a day. But in truth, it's because he's got a manipulative side, and being alert to the emotions of the people around him is both a tool for a survival and a part of his job as an entertainer. If the audience isn't laughing and you're a comedian, you obviously misread something, so...]
[Amal goes to find his bigger celtic harp and set up comfortably in his chair, and then he props up his phone on his desk and turns it on. He's dressed comfortably in an unbuttoned shirt.]
All right. [He strums the strings in a proper scale.] Takame, can you hear me? I can read from here so you don't have to say anything.
I'm going to play a song. Focus on the notes. If your mind wanders, that's fine. If you imagine pictures, that's even better, but most of all I just want you to be listening.
[And he begins to play something a bit lyrical, though if there's words he doesn't sing them.
What Amal doesn't disclose is that he recently became aware of the power to heal through music. Literally. He's not sure how severe the wounds have to be, but considering he saw a bird near-death get back up and fly off during his harp practice, it's probably effective.
Now, Takame isn't wounded as far as he knows, but Amal believes in the power of music when it comes to calming the heart, so that's what he's doing.]
[He'd show he could hear at least, difficult as it was.
Being a man who followed directions easily, Takame tried to calm his mind and simply listen to what was played. Easier for him than he expected given that his dearest friend and second sister figure was something of a Bard herself, though considerably more introverted.
While pinpointing it was impossible for him, he could feel a rhythm better than he knew or let on. He could allow a song to let him feel or in this case bring him to calm.
Indeed between Amal's playing and his nostalgic thoughts of his friend from home, slowly but surely Takame was able to return to his regular form. Or near enough that it didn't matter, the wings stayed.
He took some time to breathe before switching his feed to voice for now. He sounded normal, if a bit tired.]
[There is a time and place for a hype man and that's at the Vogue in a few days, ser. As with most things in his life, he's not going to complain about the current inconvenience of the wings.
But it didn't matter as much as not being a dragon anymore.]
Don't worry about it. I've been here a long time, you know? A long time ago, I got cursed with pixie wings. I thought it was fine since it reminded me so much of Feo Ul, but it turned out to be an inconvenience for most things, so I had to figure out how to hide them.
Then when the fae came back, they cursed me again. So I had to apply what I knew in order to keep myself from transforming every time I got upset about something. Being a dragon is... inconvenient, and very strange considering where dragons are from... but I digress.
[He clears his throat.]
What works for me is taking a few deep breaths and imagining what I look like normally. There's also potions you can buy in Undertown that'll help make the curse easier to control, I think? The point is that you have options.
[He runs a hand through his hair, and his white bony antlers pop out.]
It'll be harder to control your transformation when you're in the Spirit Realm, though, as a heads up. It's not impossible but you might end up just having wings out or... [a pause] I was going to say a tail but you already have a tail and horns so that's probably fine.
[Well, horns and tail were one less thing to worry about. His arms have been fully covered in scales for over a month now, he wondered if that could be stopped if he had better control.
Then silently reprimanded himself for not having the control to begin with. Stronger internal strife came when he reminded himself he needn't hide things, but he did what he could to steady himself before that spiraled and undid Amal's help.]
I'll bear this in mind and... keep myself under control. I would not want to hurt anyone. [He might be teaching a class about fighting soon but it's self defense okay totally different.]
I wouldn't be too afraid of hurting anyone. I know how careful you are with your strength. It takes a lot to lose your mind out there, and you've already been through the ringer with that, brother.
[April was a hell of a month.]
Just focus on controlling how far you shift, if you can. Otherwise you'll end up running around on four legs when you need two. That weird robot realm had me opening stuff with my tongue and it was pretty nasty so I'd like to avoid that again if possible...
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evening of 6/2, text; un: kesitakame
i transformed into a dragon
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oh dear.]
why does this keep happening to my friends
are you okay? do you need me to
i dont know
come over and coax you into human being again
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i dont know how to turn back
[What he isn't saying is that he's frightened. But the fact that he was reaching out about this at all could probably give that away.]
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no worries my friend
it happens to everyone
well
maybe not everyone
it's happened to us
and like everyone i know
anyway
it's just like any other curse. when you're emotional, the effects get more intense. when you have a clear mind, it's easier to control
i can play music for you to calm you and talk you through it
would that be okay?
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Amal really saw right through him, didn't he? His response came delayed because typing hard.]
yes
1/2
don't worry, brother.
we'll get through this
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[Amal goes to find his bigger celtic harp and set up comfortably in his chair, and then he props up his phone on his desk and turns it on. He's dressed comfortably in an unbuttoned shirt.]
All right. [He strums the strings in a proper scale.] Takame, can you hear me? I can read from here so you don't have to say anything.
I'm going to play a song. Focus on the notes. If your mind wanders, that's fine. If you imagine pictures, that's even better, but most of all I just want you to be listening.
[And he begins to play something a bit lyrical, though if there's words he doesn't sing them.
What Amal doesn't disclose is that he recently became aware of the power to heal through music. Literally. He's not sure how severe the wounds have to be, but considering he saw a bird near-death get back up and fly off during his harp practice, it's probably effective.
Now, Takame isn't wounded as far as he knows, but Amal believes in the power of music when it comes to calming the heart, so that's what he's doing.]
text -> voice
[He'd show he could hear at least, difficult as it was.
Being a man who followed directions easily, Takame tried to calm his mind and simply listen to what was played. Easier for him than he expected given that his dearest friend and second sister figure was something of a Bard herself, though considerably more introverted.
While pinpointing it was impossible for him, he could feel a rhythm better than he knew or let on. He could allow a song to let him feel or in this case bring him to calm.
Indeed between Amal's playing and his nostalgic thoughts of his friend from home, slowly but surely Takame was able to return to his regular form. Or near enough that it didn't matter, the wings stayed.
He took some time to breathe before switching his feed to voice for now. He sounded normal, if a bit tired.]
... Amal?
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Feeling a little better?
[He's relieved that it worked. Normally he has to put his whole ass into a dance, but it seemed less than appropriate over video like this...]
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But it didn't matter as much as not being a dragon anymore.]
I am... thank you, Amal. I... I was at a loss.
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Don't worry about it. I've been here a long time, you know? A long time ago, I got cursed with pixie wings. I thought it was fine since it reminded me so much of Feo Ul, but it turned out to be an inconvenience for most things, so I had to figure out how to hide them.
Then when the fae came back, they cursed me again. So I had to apply what I knew in order to keep myself from transforming every time I got upset about something. Being a dragon is... inconvenient, and very strange considering where dragons are from... but I digress.
[He clears his throat.]
What works for me is taking a few deep breaths and imagining what I look like normally. There's also potions you can buy in Undertown that'll help make the curse easier to control, I think? The point is that you have options.
[He runs a hand through his hair, and his white bony antlers pop out.]
It'll be harder to control your transformation when you're in the Spirit Realm, though, as a heads up. It's not impossible but you might end up just having wings out or... [a pause] I was going to say a tail but you already have a tail and horns so that's probably fine.
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Then silently reprimanded himself for not having the control to begin with. Stronger internal strife came when he reminded himself he needn't hide things, but he did what he could to steady himself before that spiraled and undid Amal's help.]
I'll bear this in mind and... keep myself under control. I would not want to hurt anyone. [He might be teaching a class about fighting soon but it's self defense okay totally different.]
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I wouldn't be too afraid of hurting anyone. I know how careful you are with your strength. It takes a lot to lose your mind out there, and you've already been through the ringer with that, brother.
[April was a hell of a month.]
Just focus on controlling how far you shift, if you can. Otherwise you'll end up running around on four legs when you need two. That weird robot realm had me opening stuff with my tongue and it was pretty nasty so I'd like to avoid that again if possible...