It didn't feel like sickness for me. It was mostly in my eyes. It was like someone threw my eyes in a rock tumbler! It hurt so much that I couldn't even see for a while. But the next morning, they were fine!
[Now more frustrated than fearful, Apollo finally gets a good look at the approaching goblin. . .the old man? The fire slowly recedes, and the smaller goblin perks his head up, frown stretched from ear to ear.]
What do you mean what am I?! I'm just like you. It's me, Apollo! Apollo Justice!
Justice? [ While still cautious, Stan lowers his arms and takes a better look at the creature. Apart from the antenna like hair and red skin, it doesn't resemble much of what the lawyer looked like. People have changed into stranger things, though.
Maybe. ]
What happened to you? I don't look like that. [ And he hopes he never does. Small and helpless wasn't his schtick. He had a family to protect and hobbling around as a little imp wouldn't get him anywhere. ] You're not... Contagious, are you?
I don't know, maybe you should pick me up and toss me around again, just to make sure you've contaminated yourself thoroughly. [Even like this, his form is dripping with sarcasm.]
But I'm not sure. I came out in the fog to go to work, and suddenly, everything hit at once. Right now I'm just hoping this isn't permanent.
[ His lip curls, the familiar sarcasm bringing a smug smile to Stan's face. This was unmistakably Apollo, no shifter so quick to give such lip. Though, the comment brings him to look at the hand he'd originally held the goblin up with, fear lingering. ]
That makes two of us. The last thing I need is to be stuck dealing with all this two feet from the ground. You didn't eat or drink anything weird before you left, did you? Anger some witch or something?
No, no, and no. I almost wish it was something as absurd as the latter, then I'd at least know how to fix it.
[Calming down and convinced there isn't any real danger, he finally climbs out of the trash can, sitting on the edge. He looks down at his pure red, simplified clawed hand and grimaces, wishing he'd eventually wake up from this nightmare. He sighs, rubbing his arm as his useless wings bounce up and down.]
You've been here way longer than me, so if it hasn't happened to you. . .maybe I'm just that unlucky. But you're familiar with this kind of weird stuff, right? Don't you have bogus medicinal cures or a book of tricks or something that might help? At this point I feel like I'm going to have to wait it out, but I'd take anything to try to counter it in the meanwhile.
[ If there were anyone who could figure this out it was Stanford. Despite taking his name, however, Stan was not his brother. He didn’t have a solution, just a stack of bogus spells and potions. The problem was they were just that: fake. Pouring a bottle of anti-imp on Apollo would be no different than opening a can of cream soda over the goblin. Stan won’t sell him a fake cure. At least, until he hears that magic word: ]
Anything? [ His eyes glow exceptionally bright at the prospect of gold, something awoken inside of a less settling nature. His fingers intertwined, the goblin steps closer to Apollo. ] Now that you mention it… There might be something I can offer. But it won’t come cheap. Don’t suppose you got any hidden pockets in that form, do you?
When I was talking to Shulk before for information, he told me to talk to her. I only realized this was her because she was talking about Hemlig. He said she was working on translating some writings from an expedition there.
Barely anything at all, that's why I'm surprised. There are several smaller islands just off the coast, and that's one of them. Given all the rumors I've heard from locals saying those who go too far out to see get turned around and come back, I'm surprised anyone's explored those areas
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No? I'm fine. [You know aside from the bumps spreading on his shoulders and the redness trying to spread upper arm. Totally normal!!]
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It didn't feel like sickness for me. It was mostly in my eyes. It was like someone threw my eyes in a rock tumbler! It hurt so much that I couldn't even see for a while. But the next morning, they were fine!
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[Now more frustrated than fearful, Apollo finally gets a good look at the approaching goblin. . .the old man? The fire slowly recedes, and the smaller goblin perks his head up, frown stretched from ear to ear.]
What do you mean what am I?! I'm just like you. It's me, Apollo! Apollo Justice!
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What happened to you? I don't look like that. [ And he hopes he never does. Small and helpless wasn't his schtick. He had a family to protect and hobbling around as a little imp wouldn't get him anywhere. ] You're not... Contagious, are you?
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But I'm not sure. I came out in the fog to go to work, and suddenly, everything hit at once. Right now I'm just hoping this isn't permanent.
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That makes two of us. The last thing I need is to be stuck dealing with all this two feet from the ground. You didn't eat or drink anything weird before you left, did you? Anger some witch or something?
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[Calming down and convinced there isn't any real danger, he finally climbs out of the trash can, sitting on the edge. He looks down at his pure red, simplified clawed hand and grimaces, wishing he'd eventually wake up from this nightmare. He sighs, rubbing his arm as his useless wings bounce up and down.]
You've been here way longer than me, so if it hasn't happened to you. . .maybe I'm just that unlucky. But you're familiar with this kind of weird stuff, right? Don't you have bogus medicinal cures or a book of tricks or something that might help? At this point I feel like I'm going to have to wait it out, but I'd take anything to try to counter it in the meanwhile.
APOLLO NO!!!!
Anything? [ His eyes glow exceptionally bright at the prospect of gold, something awoken inside of a less settling nature. His fingers intertwined, the goblin steps closer to Apollo. ] Now that you mention it… There might be something I can offer. But it won’t come cheap. Don’t suppose you got any hidden pockets in that form, do you?
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