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smash_logs2014-07-09 01:14 pm
flamejock) wrote in smash_logs2014-07-09 01:14 pm
A Youthful Return! I am but a Pup, Yearning for his Dam: O, Shelter Me in your Motherly Bosom!
Who: Jock, Blue
What: Jock is babby
Where: Dorms
When: 3am
Warnings: Jock is babby
Jock awoke in the middle of the night, feeling strange and out-of-sorts. Why was he in this bed? What bed was this? It smelled like a good bed, but he didn't sleep in beds, not usually. He was usually just outside! Outside and sleeping on the ground! Not inside and in good-smelling beds.
The bed smelled like him, only moreso. Like, super-Jock smelling. It was hard to describe. But it smelled good, like... Jock. But more Jock than Jock.
"Mama?" he asked to the darkness.
That's when he noticed another smell -- the smell of a man he didn't recognize. Who was this strangely-smelling man? Why was he in a room with a weird-smell guy? Ugh, it smelled like old paper got married to an ink bottle. (The open copy of A Treatise on Unguents. Proclaimed Indispensable by Alchemist, Chirurgeon, and Sorcerer Alike: Containing a Distinct Classification of Uses both Benign and Malignant. Building and Expanding Upon Marius's Unguento Taxinomia, Including Dozens of the Most Recently Discovered Salves, Ointments, Embrocations, Liniments and Emollients heretofore Undiscussed by Critical or Popular Publication. Illustrated Lavishly with Engravings and Several Hand-Tinted Plates. Published with the Highest Accuracy of Information in the IVth Year of the Reign of Exalt Emmeryn in the City of Ylisstol was likely adding to this effect.)
He didn't like it. It was awful. He needed to get out and get to his mama right away. He stumbled out of bed and flopped to the ground and realized, suddenly, that he had people hands instead of paws. Oh no. Oh no, what happened. Why was he a people? Why was he wearing these far-too-large-for-him-pajama pants? Where was all of his beautiful fur? Why wasn't he wearing a shirt if he didn't have his beautiful fur? It was so cold without his beautiful fur.
He grabbed a sheet off of the bed and wrapped it over his shoulders. It at least smelled right. He then, on wobbly people feet (how do people walk like this all of the time, this is awful) made his way to the door and, using the strange appendages on the ends of his limbs, managed to open the door.
He howled. It sounded wrong coming out of his mouth. Darn people throat. He stumbled down the hallway with his nose held up. He could smell her out, even with this darn people nose, if he really tried. And he really, really, tried. And he could smell her smell -- it was as if she came to visit this room on a regular basis. He could trace her. He could be an Odor Sleuth. He could follow his noseto the fruity taste that shows to Blue. He could do it.
And then, after a great deal of stumbling, and trying to hold his pants up, and trying to not trip over the sheet, and trying to work stairs with only two legs, both up and down, he managed to get it. He figured out where Blue had to be. Her smell was coming out of a door. He howled outside the door and scratched at it with his weak little baby hands. "Maaaaaamaaaaaaaaa!" he cried. "Maaaaaaaaaaaaamaaaaaaaaaa! Heeeeeeeelp! Heeeeeeelp! Heeeeeeeeelp!"
Enjoy your 3am wake up call, Blue.
What: Jock is babby
Where: Dorms
When: 3am
Warnings: Jock is babby
Jock awoke in the middle of the night, feeling strange and out-of-sorts. Why was he in this bed? What bed was this? It smelled like a good bed, but he didn't sleep in beds, not usually. He was usually just outside! Outside and sleeping on the ground! Not inside and in good-smelling beds.
The bed smelled like him, only moreso. Like, super-Jock smelling. It was hard to describe. But it smelled good, like... Jock. But more Jock than Jock.
"Mama?" he asked to the darkness.
That's when he noticed another smell -- the smell of a man he didn't recognize. Who was this strangely-smelling man? Why was he in a room with a weird-smell guy? Ugh, it smelled like old paper got married to an ink bottle. (The open copy of A Treatise on Unguents. Proclaimed Indispensable by Alchemist, Chirurgeon, and Sorcerer Alike: Containing a Distinct Classification of Uses both Benign and Malignant. Building and Expanding Upon Marius's Unguento Taxinomia, Including Dozens of the Most Recently Discovered Salves, Ointments, Embrocations, Liniments and Emollients heretofore Undiscussed by Critical or Popular Publication. Illustrated Lavishly with Engravings and Several Hand-Tinted Plates. Published with the Highest Accuracy of Information in the IVth Year of the Reign of Exalt Emmeryn in the City of Ylisstol was likely adding to this effect.)
He didn't like it. It was awful. He needed to get out and get to his mama right away. He stumbled out of bed and flopped to the ground and realized, suddenly, that he had people hands instead of paws. Oh no. Oh no, what happened. Why was he a people? Why was he wearing these far-too-large-for-him-pajama pants? Where was all of his beautiful fur? Why wasn't he wearing a shirt if he didn't have his beautiful fur? It was so cold without his beautiful fur.
He grabbed a sheet off of the bed and wrapped it over his shoulders. It at least smelled right. He then, on wobbly people feet (how do people walk like this all of the time, this is awful) made his way to the door and, using the strange appendages on the ends of his limbs, managed to open the door.
He howled. It sounded wrong coming out of his mouth. Darn people throat. He stumbled down the hallway with his nose held up. He could smell her out, even with this darn people nose, if he really tried. And he really, really, tried. And he could smell her smell -- it was as if she came to visit this room on a regular basis. He could trace her. He could be an Odor Sleuth. He could follow his nose
And then, after a great deal of stumbling, and trying to hold his pants up, and trying to not trip over the sheet, and trying to work stairs with only two legs, both up and down, he managed to get it. He figured out where Blue had to be. Her smell was coming out of a door. He howled outside the door and scratched at it with his weak little baby hands. "Maaaaaamaaaaaaaaa!" he cried. "Maaaaaaaaaaaaamaaaaaaaaaa! Heeeeeeeelp! Heeeeeeelp! Heeeeeeeeelp!"
Enjoy your 3am wake up call, Blue.
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Her eyes flew open at the first sign of the scratching howl combo as she jerked awake in her bed. What was THAT? It was so loud and alarming and entirely unexpected. Holy crap.
Blue was already dragging her bed-headed self out from her sheets when actual words got tossed into the mix.
Oh.
No.
She didn't know that exact voice, but she knew that whining tone. There was really only one explanation for it. Blue squeaked out a "sorry!" in Blaze's general direction as she hurried over to open the door. The sight of a highly disheveled, weeping child greeted her. It was a miniature bawling Jock. "Ah. Shit."
Blue dropped down into a crouch, holding her arms out to him. "Shhh, shh, c'mere. Mama's here."
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He sniffled. "Mama, why am I a people?"
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She awkwardly kind of shuffled hopped to the side, one arm cradled around him while she eased her dorm room door shut behind her.
"It's because we're at school," she murmured gently as she got that taken care of. Now her whole attention could be focused on Jock, which was done by comfortingly rubbing the soft hair just behind one of his ears. "Do you... remember coming to school with me?"
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He is clinging to your motherly form and weeping giant, stupid boy tears.
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That would have to wait until he was calm enough to listen however. Blue combed her fingers through his hair, gently bestowing kisses on his crown. "Shh, shh, it's ok. It's ok, Jock, don't worry. You don't have to be a little boy if you don't want to be."
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"Did I do something bad? Why can't I be so soft and fuzzy anymore? Your favorite pokemon to snuggle with when you go to sleep? I'll just, I'll just be the guy who walks behind you forever, falling over, carrying all your things for you for the rest of my life. Forever. Please don't leave me, I'll die. I'm so sorry, it's all my fault, I love you." He began to lick your arm furiously with his human tongue. It tasted less good as a people. Everything was awful.
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"...I seem to be interrupting something," she said finally.
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TEAM ROCKETSTRANGE ENEMY POKEMON.Jock sprang up out of his mama's arms and, landing on his hands and knees, growled and grit his teeth. And then he started barking.
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"Ah! Jock, hang on, its fine!" Blue sputtered as she scrambled after her puppy-gone-boy to loop her arms around his middle. "That's Blaze, she's a friend! Shhhh, shhhh."
Don't wake up the whole floor. Don't do it.
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He looks so heartbroken. "Am I not your special favorite Growlithe forever?"
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"I think you kind of... Um. Time travelled a little," Blue attempted. "Stuff like that... Happens here?"
She did not know how to explain this. Oh god.
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So many unanswered questions. So many brilliant tears.
"Help me, mama. I need you; help me." He paws at your face with his little boy hand. "I love you."
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"Perhaps I should come back another time," she suggested, feeling entirely too awkward for her liking at seeing this... whatever it was.
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Blue carefully hoisted herself to her feet, carrying Jock with her. "Let's figure it out outside, Jock. We can look at the stars just the same as always and you can keep me warm, even as a little boy."
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Saying that just made him cry more. This was officially the worst day in his life. He clung to her as a sailor adrift at sea clings to the bit of flotsam that keeps his head above the waves.
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They could sort of fix that problem too. Blue made a pit stop at her closet on her way to the door, carefully shifting her weight so she could fumble around inside. It did not take her long to find the big, soft sweater she pulled out, seeing as there was very little else in there. It was fairly fluffy, and the Growlithe child's keen nose would notice it smelt very strongly like him. It was as mysterious as the sheets he had woken up in, gosh.
Blue shuffled over to the door, giving her room mate another look as she backed through it.
"Er... Have a good night, Blaze. Sleep well??"
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He still didn't stop crying stupid boy tears, however.
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She picked a soft spot out in the grass of the quad to sit down and settled Jock down in her lap. The summer night air was chilly, and the grass was cool. Jock wasn't quite as warm as he was as an Arcanine, but even as a little Growlithe boy he was undeniably a furnace, so Blue did not mind at all. Well, he was warm to her, at any rate. A sudden lack of fur was a familiar plight.
"Here, let's get this sweater on you. You'll feel a lot warmer with it." Bulba held her arms straight up in the air. "Can you lift your arms like this for me?"
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He raised his hands up and let Blue slip the sweater down over him. It felt good and warm. He liked it. It was a bit big on him. More than a bit big. But he was fine with that. It smelled like himself, somehow. Sort of.
He looked up at Blue, his red-rimmed eyes trying to look brave but completely failing. "Mama. Why am I a little boy? Why won't you tell me why I'm a little boy? Did I do something wrong, mama? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do it. Was it the, the berries and bag I ate, mama? I'm so sorry just, just let me go back, mama. I'll never be bad ever again."
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She sighed, reaching out wipe his tears and snot off his face with her hands. When that was done she pulled him close to cradle him back against her chest and stroke his hair. "You're not a little boy because you did something bad. You learned how to look like a person while we were here. It was an HM that you got into. I don't know why you're so little right now though, but I bet it is because this school does weird things sometimes. You can be a puppy again whenever you'd like though, I think. You probably just have to think about turning back into one."
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Poor lost little puppy is still very lost. His world is crazy and makes no sense.
I'm so sorry
"Well... Not a lot of this is going to make sense to you, but I promise it's all true, ok?" Blue nuzzled her nose against his soft hair, taking in a breath of fire puppy smell. Puppies smells were admittedly a bit nicer than dog smells. It was a subtle difference, but a nostalgic one all the same.
"We came here two years ago. You don't remember because you haven't done it yet. We did go to Olivine, and you did a very good job. That was just... A very long time ago, for me."
Blue lifted her head and gently picked at one of his sweater sleeves. "This sweater? You help me make it, you know, in a few years for you. With your fur, once you have too much of it. Yesterday you were an Arcanine, see."
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"Am I handsome, can we still snuggle, do you let me sleep in your blanket, do you let me let you ride me, does Sienna still make fun of me for being little, do I get to learn good moves, where did you get the fire stone, am I still your favorite?"
Answer his millions of questions, mom.