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xp_logsWildchild did not go over the rail when the magic started. This was a mistake. On the other hand, we find out what kind of fish Topaz is.
Kyle had ditched the towel after the second or third time he pulled it away to look in fascination at the grey scales that had spread down his legs and up his sides, and about one second before he fell over on his ass, barely avoiding getting tangled up in terrycloth. He huffed loudly, cursed once, and tried to kick his feet out from under himself.
What kicked out was a sleek tail, several feet longer than Kyle's legs had been, covered in grey and tan scales. Clint caught the towel, then looked from Kyle's half-fish self to the railing, eyes skimming over Topaz because he was trying to be an appropriate, respectful team leader type person, then back to Kyle. "Uh, dude," he said. Then, "Duuuuuuuuude. Scales. What kind of thing -- wait. I know that tail. Sort of."
Topaz had, for the sake of her sanity and whatever dignity she might have left, bailed over board when she felt the changes start and held her breath for as long as she could - until she didn't need to anymore. Oh that was weird. She resurfaced, looking up at Kyle and Clint. "Is he okay?" she called warily.
Pursing his lips, Clint considered his answer before replying, "Maybe?"
"My dignity's bruised." Kyle mumbled, rubbing at his face with hands that were growing webbing as he watched. "I shouldda... huh." His face twitched on one side and he poked at his jaw with a still-clawed finger, and his whole face spasmed as he retched and coughed - and spat out a pair of teeth. "Oh fuck no."
For some reason, the sight of blood seemed to put Clint back on even footing. "Okay, so there's some dental work going on up here, T. Just give us a... minute or two."
"Oh good, just take your time..." Topaz said, waving a hand and turning in circles a bit, looking herself over. She was rainbowish. She was fucking pale and raainbowish. Fuck this.
The pair of teeth came flying over towards Clint, followed by another tooth, and then another. Kyle motioned for the towel, and received it, perfectly aimed to bounce off his head and land in what he was going to call his lap. "Pretty thure... Fuck." He spat again into the towel, and then scrubbed at his face. "Yeah, they're all coming out." He stuck a thumb in his mouth and then pulled it out, bleeding from a jagged cut. "An' growing back just as fast."
Taking a step toward Kyle, Clint sat on his haunches and said, "So this probably isn't gonna take super long, huh?"
"You athki... " Kyle paused halfway through his lisp and shoved the corner of the towel in his mouth, bringing it back out bloody a moment later. "You asking because you wanna do science to my face, or cause this is hella gross?" He said - carefully working his tongue around the syllables. "Hey T, what kinda fish are you?" He yelled in the vague direction that he'd seen his favorite librarianfish go over the rail.
"I don't know, do I look like I know fish?" Topaz looked down at her.... tail. Good god she hated magic. "Something with scales and rainbow-y."
Rainbow-y? Clint mouthed at Kyle, eyes widening slightly. If he knew their magical bookworm at all, he'd say she wasn't really enjoying the fishtastic experience. "No, I don't wanna science your face," he muttered at Kyle. "But I am curious." Turning back toward the railing, he called, "Okay, T. So not a shark?"
"Not a shark," Topaz called back. "All teeth still firmly in my head."
The smell of blood was practically clinging to Kyle's sinuses - all his own, he hoped, at least he was used to that, and it distracted him from paying attention to the ripple of gills under his arms as the spell - potion - transfiguration - he really needed to stop re-reading the Harry Potter books when he was bored - finished it's work. He wiggled one last molar free, wiped his mouth and flashed a double row of rough and serrated teeth at Clint. "Of course I'm a fucking shark. That's like the only thing that's made sense all day."
"So getting you over the railing's gonna be interesting," Clint said, eyeballing Kyle even as he took the bloody towel from him. "I mean, you were already taller than me. Stick on a fin for some extra length..." Reaching over, he carefully lifted Kyle's arm. "And gonna not shove my fingers in your gills. How's your arm strength?"
If Kyle could have made a "pfft" noise with all the extra teeth in his mouth, he would have. He was pretty sure that was a great way to shred his tongue, and he for sure did not want to taste any more of his own blood. "Pretty sure I can still do pullups, even with plus one shark tail minus one... " He stopped right there. "Also pretty sure if I tried I'd get this thing caught on a railing. I should'da made like T and gone over as soon as I started getting fishy." He pushed up on the arm Clint wasn't inspecting and flopped his tail. "Hey T, wanna play catch the shark?"
"Only if you want to play 'run away from every single thing Topaz can bring to life' when we get home," Topaz called back in a monotone, swimming to push herself back and avoid him crashing into her. He was at least a hundred pounds heavier than her when they were normal. No thank you.
Two attempts to push up onto his arms and wriggle in the general direction of the railing later, and Kyle was at least leaning against it, one arm wrapped around the metal and one bracing his weight. "Might be fun." He twisted to look over his shoulders at the very enticing looking water. "Okay Clinto, you shove, I'll lift, and we try not to aim for Rainbow Britefish."
"Call me Rainbow Britefish again and we'll see how many colors I can turn you," Topaz muttered under her breath.
"She muttered something, didn't she?" Clint half-grunted as he squatted down to hook his arms under Kyle's ridiculous, shark-scaled hind... fin? Hindfin? Was that a word? "Hey, T -- is 'hindfin' a word?"
Kyle didn't answer until he had gotten himself as upright as a half-shark could, all his upper-body weight leaning on the railing. One good heave from Clint and he was pretty sure he could just flip himself over the rail and into the ocean. "Yeah, she wants us to change her email address to Rainbow Brightfish at Xavier's dot Edu." He said, knowing he was doomed to epic revenge, knowing he deserved it and not being able to stop himself. "Can you, like, get on sending that request into our techies while we go for a nice swim?"
Oh, where to start. "I have no idea if hindfin is a word, I'm not exactly caught up on the anatomy of a fish," Topaz said, rolling her eyes. "Kyle, hope you enjoy the water because I'm not helping you change back when this is done. Just shove him already."
"I'ma google 'hindfin' while you're wiling away with your fishy ways," Clint said. "On one," he said to Kyle, before continuing, "One!" With a quick rise from his knees, he got the fin over the railing and sent Kyle waterward.
Kyle hadn't been ready for "On one!", he'd been expecting on three, or five, or maybe even a "Okay, lets do this.". He barely managed to orient himself downward to avoid what would definitely be a painful bellyflop. Even so, his tail hit the water hard sending up a splash of water and then he disappeared beneath the waves. It was a full minute later before he resurfaced and pushed his hair out of his face. "Fuck that is weird. I mean... just, fuck breathing underwater is weird. And Clinto, your boat is really fucking loud under the water, bee tee dubs."
Topaz waited for Kyle to resurface, her tail - tail, god she hated magic - waving lazily to keep her afloat. "Yeah, this might actually top weirdest things we've ever done," Topaz said dryly. And that was including the Slender World. And the fucking world ending. "Let's get this over with."
Kyle had ditched the towel after the second or third time he pulled it away to look in fascination at the grey scales that had spread down his legs and up his sides, and about one second before he fell over on his ass, barely avoiding getting tangled up in terrycloth. He huffed loudly, cursed once, and tried to kick his feet out from under himself.
What kicked out was a sleek tail, several feet longer than Kyle's legs had been, covered in grey and tan scales. Clint caught the towel, then looked from Kyle's half-fish self to the railing, eyes skimming over Topaz because he was trying to be an appropriate, respectful team leader type person, then back to Kyle. "Uh, dude," he said. Then, "Duuuuuuuuude. Scales. What kind of thing -- wait. I know that tail. Sort of."
Topaz had, for the sake of her sanity and whatever dignity she might have left, bailed over board when she felt the changes start and held her breath for as long as she could - until she didn't need to anymore. Oh that was weird. She resurfaced, looking up at Kyle and Clint. "Is he okay?" she called warily.
Pursing his lips, Clint considered his answer before replying, "Maybe?"
"My dignity's bruised." Kyle mumbled, rubbing at his face with hands that were growing webbing as he watched. "I shouldda... huh." His face twitched on one side and he poked at his jaw with a still-clawed finger, and his whole face spasmed as he retched and coughed - and spat out a pair of teeth. "Oh fuck no."
For some reason, the sight of blood seemed to put Clint back on even footing. "Okay, so there's some dental work going on up here, T. Just give us a... minute or two."
"Oh good, just take your time..." Topaz said, waving a hand and turning in circles a bit, looking herself over. She was rainbowish. She was fucking pale and raainbowish. Fuck this.
The pair of teeth came flying over towards Clint, followed by another tooth, and then another. Kyle motioned for the towel, and received it, perfectly aimed to bounce off his head and land in what he was going to call his lap. "Pretty thure... Fuck." He spat again into the towel, and then scrubbed at his face. "Yeah, they're all coming out." He stuck a thumb in his mouth and then pulled it out, bleeding from a jagged cut. "An' growing back just as fast."
Taking a step toward Kyle, Clint sat on his haunches and said, "So this probably isn't gonna take super long, huh?"
"You athki... " Kyle paused halfway through his lisp and shoved the corner of the towel in his mouth, bringing it back out bloody a moment later. "You asking because you wanna do science to my face, or cause this is hella gross?" He said - carefully working his tongue around the syllables. "Hey T, what kinda fish are you?" He yelled in the vague direction that he'd seen his favorite librarianfish go over the rail.
"I don't know, do I look like I know fish?" Topaz looked down at her.... tail. Good god she hated magic. "Something with scales and rainbow-y."
Rainbow-y? Clint mouthed at Kyle, eyes widening slightly. If he knew their magical bookworm at all, he'd say she wasn't really enjoying the fishtastic experience. "No, I don't wanna science your face," he muttered at Kyle. "But I am curious." Turning back toward the railing, he called, "Okay, T. So not a shark?"
"Not a shark," Topaz called back. "All teeth still firmly in my head."
The smell of blood was practically clinging to Kyle's sinuses - all his own, he hoped, at least he was used to that, and it distracted him from paying attention to the ripple of gills under his arms as the spell - potion - transfiguration - he really needed to stop re-reading the Harry Potter books when he was bored - finished it's work. He wiggled one last molar free, wiped his mouth and flashed a double row of rough and serrated teeth at Clint. "Of course I'm a fucking shark. That's like the only thing that's made sense all day."
"So getting you over the railing's gonna be interesting," Clint said, eyeballing Kyle even as he took the bloody towel from him. "I mean, you were already taller than me. Stick on a fin for some extra length..." Reaching over, he carefully lifted Kyle's arm. "And gonna not shove my fingers in your gills. How's your arm strength?"
If Kyle could have made a "pfft" noise with all the extra teeth in his mouth, he would have. He was pretty sure that was a great way to shred his tongue, and he for sure did not want to taste any more of his own blood. "Pretty sure I can still do pullups, even with plus one shark tail minus one... " He stopped right there. "Also pretty sure if I tried I'd get this thing caught on a railing. I should'da made like T and gone over as soon as I started getting fishy." He pushed up on the arm Clint wasn't inspecting and flopped his tail. "Hey T, wanna play catch the shark?"
"Only if you want to play 'run away from every single thing Topaz can bring to life' when we get home," Topaz called back in a monotone, swimming to push herself back and avoid him crashing into her. He was at least a hundred pounds heavier than her when they were normal. No thank you.
Two attempts to push up onto his arms and wriggle in the general direction of the railing later, and Kyle was at least leaning against it, one arm wrapped around the metal and one bracing his weight. "Might be fun." He twisted to look over his shoulders at the very enticing looking water. "Okay Clinto, you shove, I'll lift, and we try not to aim for Rainbow Britefish."
"Call me Rainbow Britefish again and we'll see how many colors I can turn you," Topaz muttered under her breath.
"She muttered something, didn't she?" Clint half-grunted as he squatted down to hook his arms under Kyle's ridiculous, shark-scaled hind... fin? Hindfin? Was that a word? "Hey, T -- is 'hindfin' a word?"
Kyle didn't answer until he had gotten himself as upright as a half-shark could, all his upper-body weight leaning on the railing. One good heave from Clint and he was pretty sure he could just flip himself over the rail and into the ocean. "Yeah, she wants us to change her email address to Rainbow Brightfish at Xavier's dot Edu." He said, knowing he was doomed to epic revenge, knowing he deserved it and not being able to stop himself. "Can you, like, get on sending that request into our techies while we go for a nice swim?"
Oh, where to start. "I have no idea if hindfin is a word, I'm not exactly caught up on the anatomy of a fish," Topaz said, rolling her eyes. "Kyle, hope you enjoy the water because I'm not helping you change back when this is done. Just shove him already."
"I'ma google 'hindfin' while you're wiling away with your fishy ways," Clint said. "On one," he said to Kyle, before continuing, "One!" With a quick rise from his knees, he got the fin over the railing and sent Kyle waterward.
Kyle hadn't been ready for "On one!", he'd been expecting on three, or five, or maybe even a "Okay, lets do this.". He barely managed to orient himself downward to avoid what would definitely be a painful bellyflop. Even so, his tail hit the water hard sending up a splash of water and then he disappeared beneath the waves. It was a full minute later before he resurfaced and pushed his hair out of his face. "Fuck that is weird. I mean... just, fuck breathing underwater is weird. And Clinto, your boat is really fucking loud under the water, bee tee dubs."
Topaz waited for Kyle to resurface, her tail - tail, god she hated magic - waving lazily to keep her afloat. "Yeah, this might actually top weirdest things we've ever done," Topaz said dryly. And that was including the Slender World. And the fucking world ending. "Let's get this over with."
