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@&#&$Anselm practised a number of things regularly (if not compulsively), and shifting between his three forms was but one of them. In addition to his sprints, jogging, pull-ups, sit-ups, unarmed spars, and weapons training, he liked to use all three forms for each. Obviously he could not wield a weapon on four legs, but he could still work on evasion and attacking the weapon arm (as he'd done on the day of Andre's death). As with anything he put his mind to, he found his transformations growing more impressive by the day. At four years of age, he could now control which parts of his body changed first; he could undergo the entire process start to finish within only two and a half minutes. Needless to say, he was used to others taking a few extra minutes. That said, Cotl's rate was still pretty respectable and he found he didn't have to wait long after he'd reverted fully to his native state.
@&#&$"Glad to hear it's treating you all right," he offered as they walked. "There'll be more variety next harvest... supposing I get at least some time to myself between all the bullshit for this war," he said with a soft snort, red eyes rolling briefly. While Gabriel hadn't forbidden him to go down to the city (and he doubted the leader would), Anselm wasn't sure if he'd have enough time to do anything substantial before rushing back home. Just a quick glance to make sure everything was in order was about all he could afford. He didn't think he'd get around to building his personal greenhouse until Haku was but dust and bone--all the more reason to hate him, he supposed. Anselm didn't really appreciate interference with his personal life goals, but unfortunately there wasn't a whole lot he could do about it. Maybe he could reserve a small portion of Inferni's greenhouse to get his poppies going; hopefully everything would be said and done by the start of the growing season, and he'd be able to plant whatever seeds he collected from the new plants in time for a full opium yield in the fall. It might have been wishful thinking, but he still didn't think it would be impossible.
@&#&$They made okay progress through the dead forest, Anselm's ears ever open for any calls from the south that might beckon them back home prematurely. Fortunately they travelled uninterrupted, and as they made their way into the final clearing Anselm began to shift back up. By the time they reached the first building, he could stand on two legs once more. He shoved open the door and was greeted by a waft of musty, mouldy air. His nose crinkled and he sneezed off to the side before slamming the door back shut. "Seems like a residence. We need to find one of the storage or supply sheds... maybe an actual barn." He stood on his tiptoes and scanned the horizon like a prairie dog before giving up and settling back to the ground. The little Amish community was more expansive than he realised. "I'm pretty sure there's one down that road to the left, not sure though," he said with a shrug. "Want to split up? Give a yowl or whatever if you find what you need, eh?" he wondered--it had worked out well enough for them in the department store.
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@&#&$"Glad to hear it's treating you all right," he offered as they walked. "There'll be more variety next harvest... supposing I get at least some time to myself between all the bullshit for this war," he said with a soft snort, red eyes rolling briefly. While Gabriel hadn't forbidden him to go down to the city (and he doubted the leader would), Anselm wasn't sure if he'd have enough time to do anything substantial before rushing back home. Just a quick glance to make sure everything was in order was about all he could afford. He didn't think he'd get around to building his personal greenhouse until Haku was but dust and bone--all the more reason to hate him, he supposed. Anselm didn't really appreciate interference with his personal life goals, but unfortunately there wasn't a whole lot he could do about it. Maybe he could reserve a small portion of Inferni's greenhouse to get his poppies going; hopefully everything would be said and done by the start of the growing season, and he'd be able to plant whatever seeds he collected from the new plants in time for a full opium yield in the fall. It might have been wishful thinking, but he still didn't think it would be impossible.
@&#&$They made okay progress through the dead forest, Anselm's ears ever open for any calls from the south that might beckon them back home prematurely. Fortunately they travelled uninterrupted, and as they made their way into the final clearing Anselm began to shift back up. By the time they reached the first building, he could stand on two legs once more. He shoved open the door and was greeted by a waft of musty, mouldy air. His nose crinkled and he sneezed off to the side before slamming the door back shut. "Seems like a residence. We need to find one of the storage or supply sheds... maybe an actual barn." He stood on his tiptoes and scanned the horizon like a prairie dog before giving up and settling back to the ground. The little Amish community was more expansive than he realised. "I'm pretty sure there's one down that road to the left, not sure though," he said with a shrug. "Want to split up? Give a yowl or whatever if you find what you need, eh?" he wondered--it had worked out well enough for them in the department store.
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