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Who: Jennifer Keller and you!
What: While out walking her dog, Jennifer is suddenly struck with a terrible temporary loss- she is now a Wraith, and has to try and sneak back to the castle before she spooks anybody. OOC information may be found here.
When: July 25th, evening
Where: The castle grounds or anywhere else in the castle (please specify)
Rating: PG

It had been such a boring day, but there was still a lot on Jennifer's mind.

Tess was gone, having been whisked back to her home world, and Jennifer was filled with conflicting emotions about her departure. She'd first felt relief, then felt guilty about said relief because she knew what Tess' fate was back home, then reminded herself that there was nothing she, Jennifer, could do about it either way, then felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

At least there would be no more looking over her shoulder, no more dreading the other woman's visits to the clinic, no more mental teardowns that left Jennifer practically talking in circles to herself. Still... part of her knew she would miss Tess, just a little. Miss the constant challenges and the fire under her ass to improve herself.

And meanwhile, life went on, and tasks like walking Blue needed doing. Jennifer actually felt at peace, a warm breeze in her face as she and Blue jogged rather far from the castle, the sheepdog easily keeping up with her pace. However, when Jennifer stopped to catch her breath, she was suddenly struck with a huge wave of nausea, such that it almost made her throw up; she stopped, leaning against a tree, squeezing her eyes shut even as her doctor's brain wondered what had suddenly brought this on, if she were dehydrated, or...

Then Jennifer looked down at her palm. Her skin was a pale, sickly green, and her hand...

"No..." she whispered, dread creeping into her, and she felt her face... the familiar indents... her sharp teeth... "Oh, God... please, no..."

She had turned into a Wraith. Of all the things the castle could have done to her, this was one of the worst. Blue looked up at her, confused, and then a growl bubbled in his throat.

"Blue, it's me!" she cried out, trying to sooth him, but he shied away from her touch, tugging on his lead. "Blue..." The dog stopped pulling away, but he didn't seem to want to come any closer. "C'mon," she whispered, fighting down sobs. "Come on... let's go... back to the castle..."

The first thing she was going to do was lock herself in her room. She didn't know what was going to happen after that, but she was a danger to the castle residents for as long as this lasted... because who knew if she would be able to control her instinctual desire to feed? And she would rather die before eating one of her fellow residents.

It took a lot of coaxing, but she was eventually able to persuade Blue to walk with her. Keeping her sneaking lessons in mind, Jennfier tried to be as discreet as possible, as throwing a loud panic would just attract unwanted attention. She had a feeling it wouldn't work, but she had to try.

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Jennifer sucked in a breath. She figured it was no use lying to Conan; he would probably persist until he had an answer, anyway.

"I've turned into a Wraith," she said in a strained voice. "A creature from my homeworld. A very, very dangerous one."

"Why is that?"

Conan was determined to get the answers he needed to be able to do something to help.

Jennifer finally turned around and faced him, resisting a sudden urge to bare her teeth at him. She resisted the urge for now, but she really, really hoped to scare him off without getting into details.

"Look at me. I'm not exactly cuddly!"

Edited 2014-07-30 00:10 (UTC)

"That doesn't explain why you think its dangerous."

"I'm a predator," Jennfier said simply. "Of humans. That explain it to you well enough?"

Several pieces of information suddenly line up in Conan's mind. Specifically, an argument he had once had in Paradisa. Come to think of it, that man had had a very similar appearance.

"By any chance do you know of someone named Todd the Wraith?"

"... Yeah," Jennifer said, fighting down the urge to just ditch his questions and run. "He and I are from the same world, actually. He was in Paradisa for a while when I first arrived."

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"I met him."

They'd had an argument about ethics. No surprise there.

"What do you need to get it under control?"

"We were allies back home," Jennifer said. "I wouldn't really call him nice, but he was amicable enough."

She began walking away from him.

"Aside from actually draining a person, there's nothing I can do. Normal food doesn't nourish a Wraith."

"Then what do you intend to do?"

He follows her.

"Hide in my room til it passes. What else can I do about it?"

Because she wasn't entirely sure she'd be able to stop herself from feeding.

"I don't have enough information enough to say. What can we expect from this?"

"Depending on how long it lasts, I could get very hungry and very dangeous," Jennifer replied, wondering if Conan was comprehending the whole dangerous predator part.

"Which is why some planning is needed."

"What am I supposed to plan for?" Jennifer demanded. "Write on the journal and ask for volunteers? Oh, hey, I need people to eat, I might accidentally kill you or at the very least take a few years off your lifespan, anybody game?"