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[private text; Randolph Lyall]

[ she debates doing this for a few days because part of her doesn't want to know, but part of her does. she ran a real risk having alex keep an eye on her on friday. nothing happened, but... that's not reassuring at all.

and there's no one else to ask, really, so... ]

Sorry for the suddenness of this. It's Reilanin.

I got an echo a little while back. A week or two. I wasn't sure- I'm still not sure what it is. I know it's not the transformation yet. I haven't gotten anything or remembered anything like other times.

Do you have any ideas? I really don't know how reliable anything else is to go on.

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Not a problem at all, Reilanin. If I can help, I'd love to try. Just what was it you felt or remembered?

[He's just glad that the full moon this month was on a weekend, so he didn't have to call out sick from work. It would start to get conspicuous fast if he kept calling out sick once a month, he was sure.]

That's just it- nothing. I didn't remember anything. It made me feel a little odd, like it usually does, but.

[ there is a small pause. she'd focused so much on something tangible, worrying that it was the ability to transform. ]

I don't know, I just haven't felt the same since. I want to say I don't feel well, but I think I've actually been feeling better.

Sometimes these things happen and we don't know until later what changed. That is how the first transformation happened to me, but I've had others. When I first met you, for example, and shook your hand.

Come to think of it, I'm still not entirely sure what that one was.

[Back on topic, Randall.]

But if you didn't transform, it may be something small, like you are now able to heal more quickly. That can't be tested unless you hurt yourself, after all.

I thought it might be the transformation, but nothing happened. All I had were sleeping pills... and I don't know if that would have worked.

As for next month... I was lucky to have someone with me this month, but I don't know what I'll do for next.

[ ah, he has one he doesn't know about either? it seems worse not knowing. maybe if she does finally get the transformation, it'll be less stress. perhaps, perhaps she should try to force it...?

alexander wouldn't be happy, but it almost seems like something she'd want to spare him from... ]

Healing? Is that something we can do?

It's something I can do. It may merely be part of the transformation, but for the first several full moons, I spent the entire night and all of the next day with broken bones from the change, but they healed in the span of a day or so.

Now, I heal within a few hours.

[Which leaves plenty of time for throwing himself at the door and tearing at the walls, but he'll not mention that part just now. Later, for sure.]

I would suggest *having* someone there for the next full moon, someone who you feel can handle a wolf if you did transform and escaped from wherever you were. I would even offer my own reinforced room and my friend who guards it, but I simply don't know what two werewolves in the same room would do to each other, much less what would happen if you did not change.

Broken bones?

[ oh god. oh god, this is frightening. this is terrible.

she doesn't send the text for a little while, leaving the question there to be answered. but she has to walk away a moment and think on this. ]

I'm... afraid I don't. An apartment building isn't much for privacy in such a matter as this. And my friend

Ah, you know him. Alexander. He'll be out of town for a month or so. Prearranged business with his family... I can't exactly ask him to come back. He wouldn't know why.

I'm afraid I don't know much of anyone else. And if you feel uncomfortable with the idea of both of us transformed, I will take your word on it. I simply don't know where to start.

Alex is a friend of mine from even before all this, yes. His volunteer work at the high school brought us in contact a few times.

My transformation is accompanied by much rearranging of anatomy. It is not particularly pleasant. With luck, yours will not be the same. I know others transform into various other forms without pain.

We have a few weeks before the next full moon. I believe we can find you someplace, and a claviger or two, before then. We can get in touch with Richard Locke and perhaps Aaron Strider, both of them seems to have skills with containment of some sort. I would offer my garage, but I don't believe I could get it reinforced in time, though perhaps if I merely parked my car directly in front of the door, that would suffice to keep it closed. Then we can double up on security, as it were. I have Hajime guarding me.

[He doesn't seem to notice the unfamiliar word he's used in there, at least until he looks back over what he's written, and bam there's the pulse feeling, and a bunch of knowledge dropped into his head.]

Oh dear. I'm sorry, you probably don't have any idea what a claviger is, do you?

[ as she reads his description of his transformation, she gets her own echo in turn. like the other one, the one from the Tuning Towers, there's no immediate effect- nothing she notices at least.

but given what she was just reading, she has a bad, bad feeling she knows what it was. ]

I think

Yes, I am very sure I will need something for this coming full moon

[ it's going to hurt. it's not just turning into some bloodthirsty vicious creature, it's going to hurt. she's certain of it.

there's another long pause- a good half an hour, actually, before she hits enter, though not before noticing the last bit. she'd actually glazed right over the word, so his pointing it out draws her attention back. ]

No, I've no idea.

[That has Lyall a bit concerned. He actually posts another message in the interim, just one, after about twenty minutes.]

Reilanin? Did my explanation go through, or do you actually know what a claviger is now, too?

[It would explain the pause. She clarifies shortly after, of course, and he feels silly.]

I'll see about clearing out my garage. There isn't much there, anyhow. But apparently a claviger, wherever this fellow comes from that I'm getting all this from, is a werewolf guardian. Probably something you could infer from context, but if you are unfamiliar, perhaps you are a different kind of werewolf than I am.

Perhaps I am. As of yet, I recall no such thing as a guardian... but there was a man with whom I discussed the matter of sedation.

Wolfsbane does not seem to be something much in demand these days, unfortunately.

[ she considers that "different kind of werewolf" statement again, finger hovering over the send key ]

There was another kind of werewolf. One that could shift at will. They were much like wolves without tails. We spoke once. I stated that I was different from that, and that I had never met another of my kind.

Randolph. I don't even eat meat.

The kind I am turning into I believe could shift at will, as well. I have had visions of running as a wolf with a pack, except I had my mind, or the fellow in the vision had his anyway. Your kind must be different, then. That may mean your transformation will not be like mine.

Try chocolate. That may be about as effective as wolfbane.

[That's a joke. Sort of.]

You may not need to eat meat. That might not need to change. So far, my only dietary restrictions seem to be chocolate and other sugary foods.

[ at first she wonders if that's a pms joke, and then she realizes it's a dog joke. it's still not funny. ]

The things that I know is that I was on my own, I could not shift at will, and I did something awful and was not very repentent about it.

And that I might eat what I like. But that I would always have certain... certain cravings. I do not know if that will be part and parcel of the transformation... I suppose I will find out.

[It's a joke based on his own new shortcomings, technically. But his sense of humor has never been particularly effective at actually making people laugh.]

I suppose so. There's still so much none of us know. Dare I ask what kind of cravings? Or are they likely ones I can guess without having to really try?

[Given what his full moon self wants to do, he can definitely guess.]

From what I understand, I'm

The other me was... quite medieval. Very old-fashioned, as it were. You don't scare children by telling them a big wolf is going to eat some steak.

Yes, I imagined that was probably it. I don't have anything like that when it's not the full moon, at least, but what little I remember after transforming is definitely of a desire to hunt and eat humans. I am rather hoping it stays limited in that fashion.

Mine was not limited. Simply easier to control.

At least, that is how I explained it to Alexander, once upon a time.

I am not looking forward to it.

Alexander, as in, our Alex here? The other person knew him?

[Because yeah, he just made that connection, sorry Rei.]

Mm. Yes, our other selves knew one another. We found it out the first time we met... after I'd joined the Network. At the meeting at the church.

How odd. I think there are a few people where that happened to them, but I have yet to come across anyone that this other fellow "knew". The closest I came was a psychotic military fellow who is no longer among our number, and that was, I am fairly sure, just someone like someone the other fellow knew.

How are you two managing with that?

We've had several echoes together. None of them have been especially pleasant. I'm starting to think there wasn't anything pleasant about this past I'm getting back.

There's not much to be done, really. It's... not a comfort, exactly, but. I think I prefer having the company, if you know what I mean.

...yours had a group? I wonder if mine ever did.

A pack, and yes, he did. I get the feeling it was very, very important to him, too.

[He's already well aware what it's called, and he's a bit worried about what that might mean about him, in the future.]

I am glad you have someone in particular to go through this with. Alex is a kind soul, vampire aspect nonwithstanding.

[ she scours her own memories but doesn't get that feeling from any of the memories she's recieved. what was it like, she wonders... ]

Yes, I'm surprised he's willing to continue concerning himself with me... it probably isn't helping him at all, either. Though I suppose, in the end, it won't really matter. We get echoes regardless.

What kind of person was your other? Do you know?

Intelligent. Thorough and detail-oriented. Manipulative and secretive. I don't know yet whether he was a good person at heart or not, but I'm afraid I can guess the answer.

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