[EVENT POST] June 29, 2013

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[Well, it looks like the Lady Artemis has heard little Arin's prayer, and has decided to exact retribution on Ares' son - as well as everyone else who did nothing to stop him - in a big way.

Despite falling asleep in their beds last night, no cabin will be filled except the Artemis cabin, who have been pardoned. In fact, for a moment, campers will probably be confused as to where they've come to. They certainly didn't go to bed in the forest.

Once they look around, though, they'll notice some different things. Maybe they're much lower to the ground than usual or have extra limbs or appendages. Maybe they can smell better, or fly into the sky.

Regardless, it won't take them too long to realize that they've been turned into some sort of animal, bound to the forest by an invisible wall, and forest natives won't be able to understand their cries for help - only other campers-turned animals will. Your mission, campers? Survive the day, and try not to get eaten.

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[necromancies]

[Her tail twitches a bit, ears lying flat at the growl, but she remains quiet for a moment. You're just you. For some reason, it's probably one of the best compliments that she's ever received, and Chloe isn't really sure why that is.

Because it's pure acceptance? Yeah, that sounds about right.

It's probably a good thing that cats can't blush.] Th-thank you. [Because she doesn't think she fits her all the well sometimes.]

[wolfs]

[Before he can think about what he's doing, Derek puts both his paws over his muzzle, almost like he's embarrassed. He realises what he's doing almost immediately, though, and stops. A very dignified wolfy sound rumbles from his chest] It's the truth. You don't - you can't thank me for something that just exists.

[necromancies]

I can thank you for whatever I want to thank you for. [There's a note of exasperation in her voice. Really, Derek. Haven't you learned by now that you just can't tell her what she can or can't do?] It's a compliment, and I'm thanking you for it.

[So deal with it.]

[wolfs]

I didn't-- [Mean it like a compliment, but...he kind of did. Besides, protesting against that probably isn't the best idea.

So he changes the subject] Talking like this is weird. [He almost doesn't like it. Being a wolf should be...more wolfy]

[necromancies]

Being like this is weird. [She stretches a bit before glancing around.] Weird for me. What do you think happened, anyway? I'm guessing Diana.

[wolfs]

Artemis. [He corrects her almost instantly, but it's absent as he cocks his head at her. She's too small like this, even for Chloe. How is he supposed to keep an eye on her?] She wouldn't have any power as Diana, here.

[necromancies]

Right. [There's a small, kitty sigh. Everything is so confusing as it is.] Artemis. Her domain is over animals, right?

[wolfs]

[That kitty sigh is really cute...] Forest ones, yeah. And you're too small to just be wandering around this place on your own, what were you thinking?

[necromancies]

[Whoa, wait.] I was thinking that I can take care of myself, because I can. [It's practically a growl. Actually, no, there's a real growl, ineffective but still there.]

[wolfs]

[He bares his teeth a little in irritation] You're a mouthful in a forest of wild animals. Can you even talk to the dead like that?

[necromancies]

[...] I haven't tried. [Dude, she doesn't even like talking to the dead. Why would she try and see if her powers still work?] I really need you to trust me.

[wolfs]

Trusting you isn't the issue here. And why do I always need to trust you, anyway? How about you trust me when I say that this forest is big and full of creatures that like to eat small things, and that you're a small thing.

I'm not calling you weak, okay? I'm point out the obvious.

[necromancies]

I trust you! [Making a face is really hard as a kitten. Seriously. Why can't she just look grumpy. Her tail twitches erratically, though, ears flattening against her head.] I just really don't like the way it makes it seem like I can't watch out for myself. Everyone is bigger than me, and stronger than me, and probably even more capable. But I'm never going to learn if you're always breathing over my shoulder and reminding me that I'm wild animal chow.

[She might be a little unfair. She knows that Derek's doing this because he's looking out for her, but it's hard to feel confident in herself if she's constantly being reminded that she's not big or strong or whatever else.]

[wolfs]

No one's saying you're not capable! [For once. Derek honestly does think that she's capable. He just also thinks that she's a kitten]

You're not going to be like this long enough to need to learn anything. The main thing is to stay alive long enough so that you can focus on skills that actually help you, not whatever form the gods thought would be funny today. [He's getting more and more worked up here, trying to figure out how to protect her and not insult her and not have her running off to prove herself all in one.]

You're not a cat, you're a - okay, you're a cat now, but you're not supposed to be. So how about you learn the survival skill of just letting me look out for you properly for once, and focus on more aggressive survival skills when you're a person again?

[necromancies]

[Chloe's quiet for a moment. Okay, so he's... right. Not that he's always wrong or anything, but most of the time, she's able to sort of find loopholes in what he says. Because she's not wrong, either. And two people being right in an argument doesn't actually work out as well when they're on opposite sides of said argument.

She glances at him before looking away.] Fine. You're right. [A beat.] And I let you look out for me. [He's here, isn't he? Even if she does do her own thing, he's still here.] But I'll stick by your side this time.

[wolfs]

[There's a wolfy huff, or maybe it's a snort.] You let me look <>i>after you as you run off into the distance, you mean. [Always leaving him behind, Chloe.

He can't hide his relief, in his tone or body language] Okay. Thank you.

[necromancies]

You and I both know that you can keep up, Derek. Your legs are longer than mine. [She flicks her tail at him playfully.]

But you need to bend down so I can jump up. I'll be the lookout.

[wolfs]

[The tail flicks at him, and before he thinks about it he's nosing her in the side, almost as playfully] You're tricky. You and I both know that.

[a beat] What?

[necromancies]

[Batting at his nose now.] You have longer legs than me. Remember? What better way to not only keep up with you, but for you to keep up with me if I'm riding on your back?

[wolfs]

[There's a very long pause here, but Derek can't deny her logic. If he were human, he's probably be blushing right now. But he's not, so he just lowers his body until his belly brushes the ground] Don't dig your claws into me.

[necromancies]

[Chloe's careful to retract her claws, hopping onto Derek's back with an ease her human body really just doesn't have. He's warm up here, and his fur is everywhere, but she has to admit, it's going to be a nice ride.] Don't worry, I shouldn't have to.

[wolfs]

[Her weight is almost negligable, and Derek's only external reaction is his ear flicking a little.] If we get attacked, I'm running. If we can't run, hide. [He hesitates, before deciding to try out this strange new word again] Please.

[necromancies]

[A short pause.] If you run, I'll probably have to use the claws. [She's just sayin']

[wolfs]

If we're being attacked, I want you to use claws to hold on. [Duh. And a wolfy sigh] We should try and at least get out of the forest. There has to be a way.

[necromancies]

[Hey, she needs to understand his new rules here, okay?] I will use my claws to hold on. [Settling in now.] Maybe heading back toward camp?