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[espigeonage]

Julien had been feeling unwell for a couple of days. He'd spent all of yesterday in, doing nothing much but sleep and eat, feeling hungry almost constantly. Putting away the detritus left behind by that seemed unusually difficult. He had to leave some wrappers where they lay, and couldn't focus to cook, and that thing kept happening, where it was like he couldn't remember how to move his face, and somehow his resting expression was a Mona Lisa look.

He'd wanted to think he was just sick. It didn't happen much at all, his body wasn't used to it. But on some level, he knew. It was in the occasional paralysis of his face, and the thick warm feeling in his sternum, and the way both his hips clicked when he stood up.

So in a way it wasn't a surprise when he woke and that feeling was pressing out, hot and throbbing and painful, getting worse as he pressed his wing against his chest. It was a surprise when he tried to get up, and fell. He'd wanted, when he thought about this day coming, to do it alone, but he couldn't manage to heat water or pick athelas. It hurt. Eventually he couldn't take it. He had to call for help.

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[elfstoned]

Aaron does not see the change stopping. This, he thinks, is the final push -- when this is over, the change will be finished, and physically, Julien Sakazaki will look nothing like who he had been.

His hand closes on Julien's shoulder, firm but not tight. No more water, for now.

"Me pennim."

We spoke. He will go on in that language, slow and careful. The words should all be ones Julien knows well, but the languages of the Eldar leave a shape in the mind, even if the words are unknown.

"<You told me of happenings on the> Network <and of very large animals in> Las Vegas <and> Germany. <You told me of the> teleporter. <And I gave you something.>"

He pauses, moving fingers to Julien's neck, taking a quick reading of his pulse. It'll only take about ten seconds.