At least, by the time The Bullshit hits Ginko, he’s seen its effects on other people first. That isn’t to say, of course, that precedent is nearly enough to prepare him for waking up at about a twentieth of his usual mass.
Also, everything smells so much. He wiggles out of his makeshift bedding, away from the scents of sweat and smoke clinging to the fabric, and into the broader space of the little cottage. The smells of clay and stone are more manageable now, though there’s still something harsh - a scent that actually probably came from him or Ed - that sets his new small-animal brain on edge. And there’s the exposed earth that takes up a solid third of the floor, sun-soaked and layered with a sharp, sweet scent that he does recognize - that he’s noticed before and shit no he absolutely cannot follow that train of thought.
One easy way to avoid that: Get the hell out of the cottage. And, you know, maybe off the islet, just to be sure. Enso has more room for running off the shock and panic of suddenly being a cat, anyway.
He makes a beeline for the nearest mana pool, and within minutes there’s a big white cat with a missing eye scurrying around Enso with little regard for who he might dart past and probably startle on the way. Eventually, once he’s run himself out of excess energy, he’ll climb up a tree or something and get his bearings. But, uh. Right now, this is happening.
B: Human Time
This is… absolutely not going to last. Obviously. Things like this that happen around here never do, and, frankly, even if there were a possibility of it sticking, it shouldn’t be allowed to; it would cause too much trouble for too many people.
But, frankly? That won’t stop him from appreciating any chance he gets at feeling a little more like himself. He just feels lighter like this, and that’s only partly because of having dropped fifty pounds of dead weight from his shoulders and back.
Unfortunately, losing that covering of fur and stone makes walking around shirtless feel… a whole lot weirder than it already did. So he guesses he is still stuck with that ridiculous poncho - but at least he doesn’t have to worry about the sun so much anymore.
Speaking of which. He can go in the sun again, and he is taking full goddamn advantage of that fact. Anything he’s got to do that he can do in the sun, he’s going to - and if he’s not doing anything in particular, he’s just going to find somewhere open and just lie there in this dumb poncho.
C - Wildcard
(( OOC: Each of these prompts only applies for a couple days, and Ginko will still be a troll for the rest of the event! If you want to do something with troll Ginko (or outside of these prompts in general) hit me up here or at omixgirl10 ! ))
Ginko | OTA
At least, by the time The Bullshit hits Ginko, he’s seen its effects on other people first. That isn’t to say, of course, that precedent is nearly enough to prepare him for waking up at about a twentieth of his usual mass.
Also, everything smells so much. He wiggles out of his makeshift bedding, away from the scents of sweat and smoke clinging to the fabric, and into the broader space of the little cottage. The smells of clay and stone are more manageable now, though there’s still something harsh - a scent that actually probably came from him or Ed - that sets his new small-animal brain on edge. And there’s the exposed earth that takes up a solid third of the floor, sun-soaked and layered with a sharp, sweet scent that he does recognize - that he’s noticed before and shit no he absolutely cannot follow that train of thought.
One easy way to avoid that: Get the hell out of the cottage. And, you know, maybe off the islet, just to be sure. Enso has more room for running off the shock and panic of suddenly being a cat, anyway.
He makes a beeline for the nearest mana pool, and within minutes there’s a big white cat with a missing eye scurrying around Enso with little regard for who he might dart past and probably startle on the way. Eventually, once he’s run himself out of excess energy, he’ll climb up a tree or something and get his bearings. But, uh. Right now, this is happening.
B: Human Time
This is… absolutely not going to last. Obviously. Things like this that happen around here never do, and, frankly, even if there were a possibility of it sticking, it shouldn’t be allowed to; it would cause too much trouble for too many people.
But, frankly? That won’t stop him from appreciating any chance he gets at feeling a little more like himself. He just feels lighter like this, and that’s only partly because of having dropped fifty pounds of dead weight from his shoulders and back.
Unfortunately, losing that covering of fur and stone makes walking around shirtless feel… a whole lot weirder than it already did. So he guesses he is still stuck with that ridiculous poncho - but at least he doesn’t have to worry about the sun so much anymore.
Speaking of which. He can go in the sun again, and he is taking full goddamn advantage of that fact. Anything he’s got to do that he can do in the sun, he’s going to - and if he’s not doing anything in particular, he’s just going to find somewhere open and just lie there in this dumb poncho.
C - Wildcard
(( OOC: Each of these prompts only applies for a couple days, and Ginko will still be a troll for the rest of the event! If you want to do something with troll Ginko (or outside of these prompts in general) hit me up here or at