Just as Rindo begins to muse about how he's been missing Silvally's presence, with it stuck inside its Ball to keep it safe from the glitches, it happens. The visual crackling that courses painfully through Gladion's body elicits a sympathetic wince from Rindo, but it quickly morphs into open-mouthed staring as he realizes that all of his monster features have vanished.
Of course, he knows this can only be temporary. Rindo drinks in the sight for a few seconds, transfixed, muttering:]
You… you look human.
[Truthfully, Gladion doesn't look much different. The most obvious change lies in the colors. The familiar Nymph-green is gone now, pale skin and blonde hair in its stead. Rindo couldn't catch the color of Gladion's eyes before he scrunched them shut, but he's sure that whatever the irises are like now, the scleras have gone back to white.
This is the Gladion that, fed up with his mother's downward spiral, stole the Beast Killer, then got taken to Ryslig, and Rindo can't quite tell why the sight shakes him so much.
As the shock of the sudden transformation fades, he finally processes Gladion's obvious discomfort. At that moment, he practically jumps from his chair, crossing the short distance separating them in a few long strides. Once he reaches his side, he places a hand on Gladion's shoulder, squeezing it lightly. From there he notices the ears—no longer pointed—and the empty feeling under his hand, denoting a lack of moss growth.]
You okay? Want me to get a basin?
[He hates that this is about all he can do. But of course, this is just their lot in life here. Nothing to do but endure. (The thought doesn't make him feel any less bitter.)]
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Date: 2023-08-17 12:14 pm (UTC)Just as Rindo begins to muse about how he's been missing Silvally's presence, with it stuck inside its Ball to keep it safe from the glitches, it happens. The visual crackling that courses painfully through Gladion's body elicits a sympathetic wince from Rindo, but it quickly morphs into open-mouthed staring as he realizes that all of his monster features have vanished.
Of course, he knows this can only be temporary. Rindo drinks in the sight for a few seconds, transfixed, muttering:]
You… you look human.
[Truthfully, Gladion doesn't look much different. The most obvious change lies in the colors. The familiar Nymph-green is gone now, pale skin and blonde hair in its stead. Rindo couldn't catch the color of Gladion's eyes before he scrunched them shut, but he's sure that whatever the irises are like now, the scleras have gone back to white.
This is the Gladion that, fed up with his mother's downward spiral, stole the Beast Killer, then got taken to Ryslig, and Rindo can't quite tell why the sight shakes him so much.
As the shock of the sudden transformation fades, he finally processes Gladion's obvious discomfort. At that moment, he practically jumps from his chair, crossing the short distance separating them in a few long strides. Once he reaches his side, he places a hand on Gladion's shoulder, squeezing it lightly. From there he notices the ears—no longer pointed—and the empty feeling under his hand, denoting a lack of moss growth.]
You okay? Want me to get a basin?
[He hates that this is about all he can do. But of course, this is just their lot in life here. Nothing to do but endure. (The thought doesn't make him feel any less bitter.)]