[private text; Randolph Lyall]

[goldenclothes]

[ 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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[professorwolf]

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.

[goldenclothes]

[ 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.

[professorwolf]

[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.]

[goldenclothes]

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.

[professorwolf]

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.

[goldenclothes]

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.

[professorwolf]

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

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

[goldenclothes]

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.

[professorwolf]

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?

[goldenclothes]

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.

[professorwolf]

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.

[goldenclothes]

[ 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?

[professorwolf]

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.