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I should've just said Red, Red thought to himself. It's not as if it's an inherently masculine name, even if I'm so... usually am so masculine myself. "Nickname, actually. As a young b- girl, I wasn't so fond of my given name... and I wasn't aware of all the connotations when I chose this one."...

Clovis' motions unlocked memories in Red's mind - certain strategies he'd learned either by observation, reading them in books or both. He saw a chair nearby enough and fetched it. "Scarlet," he said as he sat down and also crossed his legs. It was... easier than usual, but he pushed away the...

Red faked a laugh he was quite proud of. "That's a bit rude, isn't it? I didn't take you for a brute." He curled his tail in the most sensual manner he could - wait, no, the guy didn't seem to like the tail even if Red did. Maybe he should just keep that thing out of sight. "What's your name...

Red thought back to the brionne's words. That was the experience of a pokémon, but she was human - and she'd be human again once this strange game ended. So it couldn't be a vision of the future, which meant his surely wasn't, either. He wouldn't be... taken... there. His hands weren't...

His heart pounded. No, he would not tell. It was probably rhetorical, but he would not tell anyone.

Red swallowed - despite the shock, he had to find out more about these visions. He got up, wobbling in this unfamiliar body, and walked closer to the woman. He froze up. He didn't know if he should be flattered or terrified that his new form was considered pretty. No, he did not want to be a...

The houndoom had let him go. He sighed in relief and got up on his legs. He fliched at the snort, nearly dashing off again, but his human mind could suppress the urge this time. He returned to the group with the hounds, but kept his distance and waited until Odette had consumed her own potion...

Red stayed quiet, frozen. What else could he do? Struggle? Bleat? Empty his bladder? A mareep was defenseless. There was nothing it could prove. It was a chew toy, nothing more. Nothing could stop the taunting, the shoving, the laughing, the hypocrisy, the -- [[ cw: bullying, homophobia...

As his mareep-brain finally seemed to have run out of ideas, Red simply focused on keeping his neck stiff lest it break from the violent thrashing. The rapidly changing sights and gravity churned his stomach - stomachs - so intensely that it was a wonder nothing came spewing out of his mouth...

The clack of claws on the floor behind him only fueled his drive to flee. Human thoughts kept attempting to take hold of his mind - stop running - there is no danger - turn around - you are humiliating yourself - coward - stop - but none could stick. Not even the one warning about the wet floor...

'Shut the fuck up,' Red tried to say, but out came only more bleats. Oh. He couldn't even talk. Great. She looked to the braided girl -- she got to be a houndour?! And the demon -- Before he could even begin to parse those words, his new mareep instincts took over. They saw the bared teeth of...

Only one thought could pass through Red's mind as he heard the sneeze. Oh shi- And then he was on the floor. On all fours. On hooves. With a thick coat of shaggy black wool. Red tried to scream, but out came only a bleat, confirming his greatest fear - he had now truly become a mareep.

"Didn't you just previously say --" Red stopped himself. Even to him, it felt low to go there. Of course, shame was an outdated instinct, but... it wasn't constructive in any way to say it. It didn't contradict her point. That's why he wouldn't say it, yes. It wasn't sensible. He'd move on...

Red managed to grab the hands assaulting him by the fingers, and that seemed to put a stop to the clawing, at least momentarily. "Oh? So you were only flirting?" He twisted his face to a smirk, though the scratch marks made it sting. He looked to Selene. "Did you hear that? She doesn't actually...

Red sat back down on his armchair. "Please, I'd cook it first. I know the limitations of the human body." Seeing Odette chat up and protect Selene, Red rolled his eyes. "Oh, all this love for your fellow human is making me sick. You know, consider the gates to the Helixian kingdom closed to...

Red stared at the body in silence, then raised his hand. "Hey, sorry, but if you're not using that anymore, can I eat it?"

"Ha! Easy pass! You wouldn't catch me dead making out with a chick. I'm an appreciator of men."

"Just living to kill another day." Red crossed his arms. "Please, I'm not that dumb. I know when I'm outmatched. You think I just go out and fight ursas in my spare time?"

Red froze the moment he felt the presence of another by his side - he didn't need to look to know who it was. Slowly, he raised his hands in the air, doing his best to remain calm and hoping dearly that his additional arms wouldn't try anything. "Alright," he said, slowly and tonelessly. "I'll...

"As a matter of fact, HE probably does," Red said. "All of HIS forms, save for Kohath, seems to have them. Makes sense for a being that lived as a cephalopod for millions of years. Though with these limbs..." As the feeling in them stopped shortly after the shoulders, he really wasn't sure if...