Slowly, Fever lifts Chills off of where he is clinging, and looks him directly in his eyes.
"Don't get any ideas."
A small chirp is her only response, before she turns her attention back to Maxly.
"He looks healthy enough. And...I don't sense anything strange in the air. Nothing that would harm or change you. This might just be another way of becoming, now that he's had time enough to grow. Just growing all at once, instead of gradually."
"Is Chills a... they said it's a pokemon...is Chills a pokemon?" Because, now that he's gotten through the shock, he recalls that there was a store in the mall that featured food and toys for creatures like his. They called them Pokemon. He got Maxly a treat there.
"I think you must be right. I can see no other explanation and, aside from the fact that he now has hands, I see nothing concerning about his new appearance. He seems happy."
The haunter zips around them as if to answer that he is. He claps his new hands together, too, shouting, "Haunter Haunter!"
"If he's happy, then...congratulations to him on his new growth, I guess. Strange, but at the least he's so energetic that he must be well."
Chills lets out another little chirp, and then wriggles out of her grip, fluttering back to the woven rug near the warmth. Fever lets him go easy, eyes busy following Maxly now, still thunderstruck by the change.
"Chills isn't a pokemon," she adds, feeling out the unfamiliar word. "He's from Paradesium - he flew up here during migration season and didn't want to go back. I tried to send him back, brought him there, and he kept returning." A strange beast, that one.
"Must be..." Erik says, deadpan, as Maxly uses one of those new hands to play with his hair, tussling the auburn locks until they stick up at odd angles. But when Chills moves he abandons that and goes to the rug to try petting the dragon's head instead.
"I see. He's like a barn cat who decided he'd rather sleep by a hearth than hunt for his dinner. You'll be stuck with him for life. I do hope he won't get too large."
Chills seems confused, but then relaxes under his friend's touch, settling into the new state of affairs with far more ease than the others in the house. Meanwhile, Fever reaches over to Erik almost thoughtlessly to fix it, trying to not chuckle at the situation.
"If he gets too big, I'm kicking him out. My apartment is suited for one. Two, if we compromised. I barely even want him there in the first place, but he's been a thorn in my side since summer."
Shaking her head, she glances back over at Maxly.
"...I would suggest locks, but then I remembered he can bypass them with ease. You may have to look into wards."
Erik makes a soft sound of surprise when she reaches for him, but he settles into her touch with a smile.
"Has he now? But he looked so content wrapped up in your coat." You can lie to yourself all you want, Fever, but he knows you'd kill anyone that touched a scale on that dragon's hide.
"Wards," he perks up at that, and so does Maxly but unhappily. "Is that something you could do?"
"I could try, but I'd need a starting point to build from. The closest thing to a ward I can cast is a reflex to prevent physical damage, but that's not precisely what you'd need. There'd need to be some research. Honestly, it might be worth asking Anzu, if you get the chance - Dr. Menelikov. He knows enough about the dead and spirits that he might have some concept of where to begin."
There. Now his hair's back in order. If someone were to ask her why she did it, it was a mere whim for her friend's sake.
"A doctor who does magic? That seems to be a rare combination, but a welcome one." He is committing the name to memory, and realizing that this is a face he hasn't yet made a point of meeting. Hm. He's been slipping.
"Thank you for the recommendation." Erik is pointedly looking at Maxly, "I'll be sure to consult with him, especially if this new form of Maxly gets to be too much to handle on my own."
Maxly seems to be getting the message because he's leveling quite the puppy dog look at Erik. It's far more effective now that he can let his hands hang there pathetically in front of him.
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"Don't get any ideas."
A small chirp is her only response, before she turns her attention back to Maxly.
"He looks healthy enough. And...I don't sense anything strange in the air. Nothing that would harm or change you. This might just be another way of becoming, now that he's had time enough to grow. Just growing all at once, instead of gradually."
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"I think you must be right. I can see no other explanation and, aside from the fact that he now has hands, I see nothing concerning about his new appearance. He seems happy."
The haunter zips around them as if to answer that he is. He claps his new hands together, too, shouting, "Haunter Haunter!"
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Chills lets out another little chirp, and then wriggles out of her grip, fluttering back to the woven rug near the warmth. Fever lets him go easy, eyes busy following Maxly now, still thunderstruck by the change.
"Chills isn't a pokemon," she adds, feeling out the unfamiliar word. "He's from Paradesium - he flew up here during migration season and didn't want to go back. I tried to send him back, brought him there, and he kept returning." A strange beast, that one.
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"I see. He's like a barn cat who decided he'd rather sleep by a hearth than hunt for his dinner. You'll be stuck with him for life. I do hope he won't get too large."
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"If he gets too big, I'm kicking him out. My apartment is suited for one. Two, if we compromised. I barely even want him there in the first place, but he's been a thorn in my side since summer."
Shaking her head, she glances back over at Maxly.
"...I would suggest locks, but then I remembered he can bypass them with ease. You may have to look into wards."
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"Has he now? But he looked so content wrapped up in your coat." You can lie to yourself all you want, Fever, but he knows you'd kill anyone that touched a scale on that dragon's hide.
"Wards," he perks up at that, and so does Maxly but unhappily. "Is that something you could do?"
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There. Now his hair's back in order. If someone were to ask her why she did it, it was a mere whim for her friend's sake.
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"Thank you for the recommendation." Erik is pointedly looking at Maxly, "I'll be sure to consult with him, especially if this new form of Maxly gets to be too much to handle on my own."
Maxly seems to be getting the message because he's leveling quite the puppy dog look at Erik. It's far more effective now that he can let his hands hang there pathetically in front of him.