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mole people

Who: Mondo and you
What: He's turning into a giant mole. A mondo mole.
Where: All over the school, really.
When: June 28th or June 29th.
Warnings: GROTESQUE CHANGES INTO MONSTERS

The heat must have been getting to him because he'd collapsed somewhere in the courtyard after a throbbing headache that practically blew his mind into the worst migraine of his life. He went to go chill out on one of the benches but uh, welp. Guess he fell asleep? Maybe falling unconscious was more apt. Either one was pretty concerning, because he wasn't tired. The headache still lingered, though, but it wasn't half as bad. He pulled himself together and walked back in the direction of the bake sale, half wondering whether he'd find Fujisaki there or not. Maybe Ishimaru? There was a mixture of dread and anticipation stirring within at the thought of either person, for different reasons.

An itch erupted on his ankle. Not just any itch, but the kind that screams to be put out, so you impulsively shoot your arm in the direction and get to scratching good and hard. That's what Mondo did; he bent down and reflexively scraped his fingertips over the area. And holy shit, it was the best damn scratch he'd ever given himself, the kind that really digs into the skin and scrapes all the dead irritated skin away. So good that he even told himself mentally that wow, his nails never felt so long and pointy and-

Long and pointy? Now that's weird. Sure didn't feel like his hand. Could you even really call those daggers a hand? Wrinkling his brow, he tore his hand away from his ankle and had all of a second to question why his nails felt so different against his skin because the reason was so overpoweringly obvious that his skin wasn't the only thing screaming now. A sharp cry of astonishment broke out of his throat.

His nails were... long. No, he didn't neglect to cut them, and even if he had, they'd never get like this. The cuticle had extended down the matrices of his fingers like the skin had peeled away to reveal sets of killer claws that lay dormant underneath. Not nails, claws. He felt like his blood temperature had dropped below zero just staring at them. It froze him to the spot.

Until, of course, he bolted for a mad feverish dash to his dorm room.

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((OOC: Here's how this will work! You can snag Mondo at any time during either the first two days he's transforming. It would help me greatly if you were specific with the date and time, but no worries if you leave time a bit ambiguous. I'll also be conjuring top-level threads with prearranged scenarios you can find him in while he's transforming so you don't have to do the work having to guess what Oowada's doing and where. A good guess, though, is that he's holing himself up in his room trying to deal with the problem but failing. I probably don't need to say this, but the second day he will start to look really really strange- imagine a cross between this and this. I'll probably be helpful and describe the changes a little more in-depth while we thread.))

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Cue the mad feverish dash to his dorm room, where Oowada swore he'd never charged so fast through a school in his life. The knob jiggled a few times hastily before he finally mastered a grip over it and flung the door to his room open, barging in with alarm searing through his very being.

"BROTHER!! BROTHER, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?!" he screamed hysterically, holding out his... claws for his roommate to see.

If not for the warning sounds of the claws against the doorknob, he might have jumped at the sudden entrance. He'd grown accustomed to loud and disruptive entrances when he was trying to study, sure, but nothing to this level. He was so surprised, in fact, that he completely forgot to remove and hide the reading glasses he'd been too proud to admit even to his own brother that he needed. ~~FDC had a really speedy optometrist.~~

It made the problem all the more obvious as he stared at Mondo's hands in disbelief. He stood abruptly, knocking his chair over in the process but not really caring for now.

"What... What?!"

He took the hands in his own, part of his mind refusing to accept that these were a human's hands he was looking at - Mondo's hands, which he knew were just fine earlier.

"What is this!? We need to get you to a doctor at once!"

Edited (how doe spelling) 2013-06-30 02:13 (UTC)

Uggggh, doctor's offices... As much as he loathed going, what other choice did he have? He'd do anything just to get rid of this!

"No shit! Like there's anything else I can do! Fuuuuck! I gotta clip my nails so I can even USE my damn hands so I can actually fucking do shit anymore!" he hollered, yanking his hands away from Kiyotaka and making a dive for one of the desk drawers- scratching the wood a bit in the process of prying it open. He dug around with his claws until he found a pair, too frantic to care that he was making a mess of what used to be a neatly organized space (like he'd give a damn anyway). He flipped them up like pancakes on a griddle and caught them on their descent.

...Only to realize there was no way he could manage to do even such a simple task as personal hygiene.

"Brother!" he cried, swinging around and bowing his head, presenting the clippers. "I hate to ask such a thing from you, but... could you clip my nails for me?!"

Wow, property damage. Kiyotaka would make sure to kick up a fuss after this whole issue was dealt with. It... definitely would be fixed, right? It might need some simple corrective surgery at the most, but it was just his fingers, and nothing that would suddenly affect his entire body. HA HA. HA.

He took the clippers and Mondo's left hand to examine it a little more thoroughly. "I will do this for you, but you have to remain calm! Panicking isn't going to solve anything right now! Not only that, but I need you to be still so I don't injure you!"

How was he even supposed to do this? Those claws were long, but he wasn't sure how far he could trim them before hitting a nerve. Or worse. He pressed his palm against Mondo's to serve as a guide for where normal human fingertips would be and began trimming what he could, but they were tougher and thicker than fingernails ought to be. He pressed as hard as he could on the clippers, gritting his teeth in concentration.

"How did this start?"

Edited 2013-06-30 15:55 (UTC)

Mondo managed to keep his arms rigidly still for Kiyotaka, though they were trembling ever so slightly. "I got no fuckin' clue! I had a killer headache- the worst one of my life- and fell asleep or unconscious or who the fuck even knows and woke up on a bench in the courtyard with my hands like... this! What the hell's goin' on here?!"

This was very much like the time he'd become a lady, wasn't it? Oh god, this was terrible. Why didn't anything make sense anymore after going to Hope's Peak Academy? Could he just turn the order back on in the world again?

"Shit, I don't even know if this is hocus pocus or what, did someone walk over and operate on me while I was out?! Those fucking bastards..."

Which fucking bastards we'll never know. Not even Mondo knows. He just needed to curse somebody out.

This shouldn't have been possible in the first place, but Kiyotaka was also recalling the cursed springs, and denying things simply for being outrageous was proving itself to be more and more difficult the longer he stayed at this school.

"There's no way anybody would do something like this! It's some freak occurrence..." There was an unmistakable doubt in his voice; something else he found harder to do was to believe in the better nature of people after seeing their darkest sides, the worst of themselves that they had to offer. He hated thinking like that and refused to admit it to himself. No, if anything, this had to be like the spring and maybe Mondo had touched something weird that... did this.

Bit by bit, the clippers made it halfway down the middle claw before breaking apart. Kiyotaka hissed as the sharp end hooked into the soft flesh between his thumb and forefinger before tumbling to the ground.

"This is no use! They're too thick! Surely the doctor has something better to trim them with, anyway!"

"Ahh, fuuuuck!" he moaned, balling up his fists to help quell the frustration somehow but finding that habitual white-knuckle grip to be impossibly awkward to execute- painful even. He glared at the daggers and clenched his teeth, grimacing at them like trying to silently threaten them right off. "Now I can't do shit! How long will I be like this? I need my hands!"

It felt like he didn't have them anymore, that handcuff feeling. They were completely useless for all but a few things. That meant he couldn't do a lot of things on his own- he would be dependent on someone else's hands, and that annoyed him. He could barely open doors as it was. He wouldn't be able to write things down or pick things up right or get dressed or even go to the bathroom without being severely handicapped. The more he thought about this, the more he hated it. It was a good thing he wasn't wearing his favorite jacket, or else he'd have to worry about getting it on and off without the possibility of ripping it to shreds.

When he glowered at them, he noticed how it was really difficult to focus. He dismissed it as the rage he felt messing with his brain. That was never a good thing in itself.

"I told you to calm down! We'll go right away! It won't be very long at all! I promise... alright? So believe me!"

It would certainly take a lot less time if he didn't have to stop to do up his ridiculous boots by the door. He could usually do them in good time, but it was like he was trying to cut his record time in half.

"Is there anything else? It will save time if you don't have to think about it when the doctor asks!"

"Uhhh..." he muttered, a filler noise to show Kiyotaka that he was thinking. It was hard to think, if he were honest. He got up from his knees and trudged over to the bathroom so he could take note of any other weird discrepancies.

Nothing, really. It was his hands. They were claws. That's it. He looked kind of beat, though, but not by an astonishing leap.

Emerging from the bathroom, he replied, "I guess there's the headache. I feel all kinds of funny. Disoriented, I mean." He kept his eyes on Kiyotaka as he finished up lacing his boots. There was something weird about him, too, and he squinted his eyes as he neared his brother to find out what was throwing him off. Mondo craned his face in really close to his.

"Since when did you wear glasses?"

Oh, crap. He hadn't even realized that he forgot to take them off in the commotion. He did so now, lips pressed together in a thin line. He didn't expect to be able to hide them from Mondo forever, but at least his pride would have been given plenty of time to prepare for the big reveal if the two of them kept on awkwardly avoiding each other.

...He didn't want that tension between them anymore. As horrid and grotesque as it was, at least it had served to mend... whatever the hell had happened after that night of weird revelations. At least for now.

Although he wasn't sure he was ready to have Mondo leaning so close to him just yet.

"I have had these for a week... they're just reading glasses," he dismissed the topic as quickly as it came. "They're not important right now!"

Or were they? If Mondo was squinting like that and complaining of headaches (which were definitely unrelated to his new claws, since it started beforehand)... But what were the odds?

"Are you having trouble seeing?"

Edited 2013-07-06 06:17 (UTC)

"Ch-! No," he was quick to refute, pulling away from the prefect. "What made you even ask such a question out of nowhere like that?"

"Nothing. Never mind that!" His cheeks burned a little with embarrassment. Way to go jumping to conclusions like that, and anyway, there were definitely more urgent matters to attend to. After a quick switcharoo of his glasses for the key on top of the nearby dresser he opened the door, taking a step to leave first before remembering that he'd need to be the last one out so he could close and lock it more easily. He held it open impatiently. ~~Chivalry's not dead!~~

"Let's go!"

Mondo was out the door in no time. He waited for Kiyotaka to secure their room, once again holding his claws up to examine their dense takeover of his fingers. He couldn't believe they were so tough that they could bust a pair of clippers. Of course, when they got moving, he went with, keeping a short distance next to the other boy.

They hadn't been talking much for the past week or so. It would have been strained if not for the crisis he was currently having, so he could thank his claws for providing him with something else to focus on rather than the awkward tension normally cutting between them. "So are we going to the infirmary or straight to the doctor or what?" These seemed like doctor-level concerns to him. Maybe more like veterinarian-level concerns. "I don't care where, long as they know how to fix me."

FOR ISHIMARU

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DAY ONE

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