[Awake and in a strange place. Well, here they are. The room is clearly more than modern (at least what he'd consider modern) and not exactly comforting. Barabas is quite keen to leave it. Now.
Trying the door and finding it stuck is met with a frown.] Wonderful.
[He spends another moment or so fiddling with it before sighing. You know what? Fine. If there's anyone else in the room he'll murmur a quiet,]
Please excuse me for a moment. [Before well, starting to strip. Like it's totally normal. He folds his clothes carefully and sets them on the cot he awoke in. And then the shift starts. Muscles and bone resort themselves, fur appearing over his skin. And he grows. When the transformation is done, in place of the lithe redhead is a large, monstrous mix of man and hyena, nearly seven feet tall, red-eyed. Well, he will hand it to Astoria that the hyena form is stronger and larger than the one he'd known for his entire life previous. Maybe it'll come in handy.]
All right. [He speaks, and the words are intelligible and mostly clear, but a bit off, as his mouth is no longer quite human-shaped. And he turns his attention to tearing the door open.]
[ 1b. Waking Up (Southeast) ]
[Or maybe you're outside when Barabas in his warrior form, all tooth and fur and claws and nightmare on two legs wins against the door and bursts into the hallway.]
...Horologium. [He reads the word aloud, voice a growl.] Latin. Interesting.
[ 2. Investigating the ship ]
[Still in his werehyena warrior form, Barabas appears to be... sniffing. He's making his way through the ship bit by bit, testing the air as he does. He checked out the kitchens, and there was not nearly enough good to keep them for any stretch of time.
So he's following his nose. Right now he's caught the scent of something. He's distracted enough that he may nearly run over anyone in his way, though he'll pull up short, flash a look full of far too many teeth.] Sorry. Didn't see you. I thought I smelled something.
[ 3. Kitchen ]
[Finally human again, Barabas has made his way to the kitchen, dropping to a seat. He's half-dressed, though his shirt is still in his hand. The transformation usually leaves him exhausted when he turns back, and today is no different.
Any movement will have him looking up with a weary smile.]
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[Awake and in a strange place. Well, here they are. The room is clearly more than modern (at least what he'd consider modern) and not exactly comforting. Barabas is quite keen to leave it. Now.
Trying the door and finding it stuck is met with a frown.] Wonderful.
[He spends another moment or so fiddling with it before sighing. You know what? Fine. If there's anyone else in the room he'll murmur a quiet,]
Please excuse me for a moment. [Before well, starting to strip. Like it's totally normal. He folds his clothes carefully and sets them on the cot he awoke in. And then the shift starts. Muscles and bone resort themselves, fur appearing over his skin. And he grows. When the transformation is done, in place of the lithe redhead is a large, monstrous mix of man and hyena, nearly seven feet tall, red-eyed. Well, he will hand it to Astoria that the hyena form is stronger and larger than the one he'd known for his entire life previous. Maybe it'll come in handy.]
All right. [He speaks, and the words are intelligible and mostly clear, but a bit off, as his mouth is no longer quite human-shaped. And he turns his attention to tearing the door open.]
[ 1b. Waking Up (Southeast) ]
[Or maybe you're outside when Barabas in his warrior form, all tooth and fur and claws and nightmare on two legs wins against the door and bursts into the hallway.]
...Horologium. [He reads the word aloud, voice a growl.] Latin. Interesting.
[ 2. Investigating the ship ]
[Still in his werehyena warrior form, Barabas appears to be... sniffing. He's making his way through the ship bit by bit, testing the air as he does. He checked out the kitchens, and there was not nearly enough good to keep them for any stretch of time.
So he's following his nose. Right now he's caught the scent of something. He's distracted enough that he may nearly run over anyone in his way, though he'll pull up short, flash a look full of far too many teeth.] Sorry. Didn't see you. I thought I smelled something.
[ 3. Kitchen ]
[Finally human again, Barabas has made his way to the kitchen, dropping to a seat. He's half-dressed, though his shirt is still in his hand. The transformation usually leaves him exhausted when he turns back, and today is no different.
Any movement will have him looking up with a weary smile.]
Find anything useful?
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