crazy youngsters — HUMAN AU; open

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    [font=georgia]Morning filtered down through Natsu's window. He basked in it's warmth, still mostly asleep, before rolling over with a content sigh. He had been close to drifting back into dreamland when he was forced awake by the sound of Happy's scream.


    Natsu sat bolt upright in bed, instinctively holding his hands out as if he was going to karate chop someone "Wha-?! Happy, where's the intruder?! I'll show him what he gets for breaking into my... huh?" He droned drowsily before spotting Happy in the corner. Yeah, the little blue cat looked afraid... but he was looking at Natsu.
    "Who are you, and what did you do with Natsu?" Happy squeaked fearfully.
    Natsu scoffed. "What're you talking about? I'm right... son of a—!" Natsu fell out of bed, landing painfully on his knees. His face twisted up in confusion, and he managed to use the wall to pull himself back up on two legs, staring in awe at the mirror. He was a fifteen-year-old human, complete with tan skin, wild pink hair, and hazel eyes. As for clothes, all he wore was a loose pair of sweatpants.


    Happy said something, but Natsu was too freaked out to listen. He let out a yelp and ran clumsily into camp , unsure of what to do.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][size=13px]Admin was sleeping peacefully for once, curled up snugly in his bed with the covers pulled over himself. It was when he heard Happy's scream did he jolt up in his bed with a start. With the academy's thin interior walls, it was as if Happy's yell was right by his ear. What was happening? He swung his legs over the bed-- wait, legs? Admin's eyes, which were now a deeper shade of blue, narrowed just slightly. He unsteadily lifted himself from the bed and marched over to the nearest window where he could see his reflection. Admin could just hardly make out his human features.


    He had a fair complexion, kind of tan with fine, angular features and a little bit of stubble on his chin. He also had messy, short dark brown hair and the only clothes he was wearing was a dark grey t-shirt and jeans. Admin wasn't wearing any shoes or socks and also seemed to be stuck in a 21 year old's body. Whilst looking into the window, he spied Natsu running out into the camp. Admin stumbled outside of his room and made his way outside, eyes squinting at the pink-haired 15 year old boy running around. "Natsu?"

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]Cheshire didn't call it being a 'Hobo.' He called it moving in style on a regular basis. Lucky he was rooming with someone at the moment. The teenage twat walked outside to stretch; wearing the same Halloween costume he'd worn all these years. He liked it. Plus a master thief needed a good disguise. Everything seemed normal. Literally nothing had cha-the cryptic asshole let out a cry as he landed on his face. The f#ck? Getting up, he looked at his legs. Fan-f#cking tastic. Was he a hairless monkey now?
    He waved his hands around, (Still unreasonably) Baggy hoodie making his appearing pretty much unchanged besides under his hood, and his legs.
    "How queer...I'm supposed to be the comedian here." He felt the same mischievous grin curl up his features. The pale as hell teen took off his hood, messing with his black and white hair. "Do I look sexy?" He suddenly cried, as if it was something he should have been worried about.




    Really. As long as someone still wanted to bone him, he was fine.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][size=13px]The now human Admin Walker turned at the voice of Chesire, his eyebrows pinching together to express his confusion at the first few words he had said. He inclined his head slightly. Did he really just ask that? Well, as the lieutenant's cobalt gaze began to wander over the male's body, he couldn't exactly say that he didn't look sexy. "Yeah, drop dead gorgeous. Every girl's dream." He replied good-naturally, as he examined his hands. He vaguely remembered something like this happening once or twice in DarkClan and whenever it happened... a lot of people started freaking out. Admin was actually cool with being a human and had sort of grown to get use to it whenever this rare event occurred.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]Although everything seemed quiet enough for now, Evelyn had a pretty damn good feeling that as soon as the rest of the clan started waking up, the place would descend into chaos. She didn't even need to run the numbers or come up with a percentage for that. Speaking of transformations, the medic really wasn't that bothered about her own. Quite the opposite actually, this opened up a huge new range of scientific areas she could pursue. Better still, with a little work Eve was confident that she'd be able to operate some human medical technology, which would be amazing.


    The door that lead to the outside world was slammed open with such a force it sounded as if a gun had just gone off, and a fraction of a second later Evelyn stalked out into the open. The female had a pale complexion, which contrasted quite vividly with her long black hair. Her eyes had also remained the same ghostly purple they had been previously. Evelyn was also pleased with the clothing she had woken up with; a formal pair of black shoes, trousers and a shirt, although over the top of her black ensemble was a padded white lab coat with a tie to match "W-Well this i-is certainly interesting" She stated, and immedietly after tilted her head slightly [color=black]"Hm. M-My voice has changed a little as well, it seems. T-To be expected though. S-Shame the stutter h-hasn't gone. A-Ah well"
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    [font=georgia]Natsu was leaning against the wall, his legs trembling. "Hey! How'd you know who I was?!" He exclaimed at Admin, looking mildly angry. He didn't realize why it was sleazy to figure out who he was - there weren't exactly many others with bright pink fur. Or hair, in this case. Once he initially recovered, he realized he recognized the older male's voice. He blinked in surprise. "Admin? You're a human too?!" He stood on his own shakily, looking around. "So everyone turned into one. Everyone except Happy apparently... Eugh! I don't like this body, it's giving me the chills. And why do you guys get cool covers but I don't?" He pouted, motioning to his clanmates' shirts and then to his own bare torso. All he got was a pair of sweatpants!
    Natsu hesitated, embarrassed. He attempted to walk toward Admin, but with a yelp tripped over himself and face-planted into the dirt.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px; line-height: 100%;]milo had awoken to a strange sense of.. growth. he felt elongated, bones stretched and movements uncoordinated as he lifted himself from the place he slept and into a standing position. the male looked to be around twelve years old, hair groomed to perfection and adorning a white undershirt with a pressed black vest. his trousers were tailored, a bit tight-fitting around the thighs, but not so to be uncomfortable. his shoes, glistening from a recent shining, appeared just as expensive as the rest of his perfectly designed appearance.


    well, save for the fact half of his face had fallen into pieces, the flesh as cracked as the dry desert ground. his eyes, their normal baby blue hue shifted into a dull, pale green of rot. milo shifted awkwardly as he stared into the mirror, adjusting his mind and appearance back into that of a baby-faced, yet bitchy little boy. once fully satisfied with his transition, but still incredibly confused, the ghoul started towards the accumulating group. he parted his lips to speak, before being ever-so rudely interrupted by a tumbling natsu, who landed just before reaching admin,"graceful." he commented, quirking a thin black brow at the fallen male.


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    how many dead men do you see?


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][size=13px]He turned back to Natsu after he exclaimed at him, a soft exhale escaping himself. "Well, for starters, you have pink hair and you're the only person in this entire clan who has pink fur... or hair now." He'd explain as he drew his slim fingers through his messy chestnut colored hair as he placed his free hand on his hip when Natsu finally recognized who he was. "No, I'm a chewbacca." He would respond sarcastically before he gave a small shrug of his shoulders when the pink-haired teenager pointed out that everyone, except for him, had shirts. "Uh... want this one?" He questioned and then he couldn't help but snort in amusement as Natsu had began to walk towards him, only to trip and crash into the ground face-first.

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    Andriel awoke and while she did not appear as worried as Natsu on the outside, she was certainly freaking out on the inside. What on earth had happened to her silver fur and other body parts? She was now stuck as a young human woman with long, flowing dark navy almost black hair and her same pale lavender eyes. Andriel lifted an ivory hand, examining it with a look of disbelief apparent on her features. D..does this happen often h..here? She questioned as she stood to her feet with a bit of difficulty, glancing down at her silver shirt and black skinny jeans.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; height: 10px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; font-family: verdana; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-top: -5px][abbr=Agent Oprah - 5 years - grey wolf - colonel of DarkClan and master sergeant of the DarkClan Marines - single - no crush - npc x npc - mother to Olia - character bonds with/related to Agent Olive, Agent Otto, Agent Oscar and Odd Todd - based off of Ms. O from Odd Squad]tags[/abbr] tags [abbr=all free bodies (grey wolf is default), telepathy, conjuration, ability to glow]tags[/abbr] [abbr=Head of Odd Squad, the stern Agent Oprah used to lead the organization with an iron fist...before the Oddity struck. Whenever something goes wrong, she has the tendency to yell and is frequently seen sipping juice boxes. Despite appearing younger than most of the agents, Agent Oprah has worked for Odd Squad since the 1870s, and her actual age (as a human) remains a mystery. Before she was Ms. O, she worked as an Odd Squad field agent, and became Ms. O by passing a test set up by the previous Ms. O in 1983, named Olesya, whom she has a bond with. Before she worked as an agent, she worked at a fruit stand in the 1800s.]tags[/abbr] tags[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 280px; height: 200px; padding: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; overflow: hidden; margin-right: 0px][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; height: inherit; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow-y: auto; overflow-x: hidden][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; min-height: 190px; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #151515; font-size: 9px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase]
    it had been a long night for oprah. she had just finished solving a tough odd squad case, and had to pull an all-nighter to do it. now it was morning, and the former odd squad leader didn't want to get up. she groaned as she pulled a pillow right back over her face, and she stayed that way for about 5 minutes before finally getting up. looking in her mirror, she noticed something...different. strange. odd even.


    what? no. no. this was not happening. no way. this wasn't real!


    it was literally the greatest day of oprah's life right then and there. quickly changing into her normal outfit--a navy blue skirt, a purple short-sleeve shirt, a navy blue jacket over that, purple sneakers, a necklace with two rows of beads (5 dark purple ones on the first row and 7 violet ones on the bottom row), and her odd squad badge, she raced right outside, yelling, "agents, you will not believe it! i've finally turned back into a human! after all these months!" she breathed a sigh of relief.
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    [font=georgia]Still splayed across the ground, Natsu looked up at Milo as soon as the younger male uttered his sarcastic comment, anger crossing his face. "Hey, I may not be grateful but I'll still fight- gah!" He lost his balance again and this time ended up leaning heavily against Milo. Deciding to stay there, he blinked at Admin, frowning. "Huh. Guess you're right. ..I dunno what a chewbacca is, but you can keep your weird cover thing." And then Andriel. [color=pink]"Eh.. I really hope not. Someone turn me back!"

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px; line-height: 100%;]the sudden weight, as unexpected as it was, nearly took the both of them down both due to surprise and milo having to rapidly materialize enough to hold the other up. however, the dark child managed to do both just in time, earning him a face full of light pink hair and an armful of angry natsu. a heaved sigh that seemed to be ripped from the very pit of his empty chest fought its way past his lips, tightening his grip just slightly on the cocky darkclanner,"i concur. does anyone know of a way, any possible way, this could have happened?"


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    how many dead men do you see?


    #goawaymilo

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    "God DAMMIT!"


    Shorty's voice rang out in the distance, high pitched and angry. As usual. Soon enough, a girl came storming in from the direction of her shout, her rosey cheeks almost red with seething rage. Almost right away, you could tell she was short as hell. Only four foot two. Strangely enough, she sported a kimono- orange in color, with various white and green decal covering it. It was an elegant dress, yes, but rather unfitting of someone like Shorty. On the plus side, she still sported ridiculous pigtails and adorable little bows.


    "What the hell's going on around here?!" The girl demanded with a stamp of her foot. "Why am I human?! Why are you guys human?! What the fuck is going on?!" The enraged sergeant bellowed in a voice much louder and much angrier than the kind you'd think would come from a girl who looked as young and innocent as Shorty. Yeah, she looked like she was ten. She was a high school student. Probably eighteen at the oldest.

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    attack in peachpuff

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    "I'm going to steal your youth!"
    "I'm going to steal your virginity!"
    "Give me your soul!"





    He had gone a surprisingly long time without saying these things. Looked like this would be another day. The pale teen stood up, stretching. Aha. This body felt sluggish for it's size, unbalanced. He rubbed his face with the giant fake paws. Thank god he still had claws.




    "Hey guys! Who wants to play rock paper scissors?" The Male was smiling like an idiot now. "Since I can't." He looked at Admin, and smiled. "I also like your appearance Alice!" he replied back to the male, giving him a thumbs up under the clothed paw. Making the gesture redundant.







    He looked over at Natsu, and burst out laughing. "Somebody call 911."







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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][size=13px]"I don't know... maybe one of our enemies decided to fuck with us? The gods above thought it'd be funny to see us stumble around like poignant idiots?" Admin shrugged his shoulders. Those were only a few suggestions he had thought up. The male lowered himself to the ground, sitting in Indian style just as Shortstuff made herself present on the scene. "This, for me, is like the fourth time this has happened. I'm pretty use to this body already... except I've been a female all this time." Being in a male body was weird.


    Admin lifted his head once more as Cheshire began to talk once more, something about stealing people's virginity and youth. Well, shit. He supposed it was a good thing he lost his when he was younger. "Rock, paper, scissors?" The brunette shook his head, "I think we have more important things to deal with... but thanks, and the name's Admin." Where the hell did he get Alice from?

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    " hell yeah, i'm a hot ass!" emalf said with a grin as he walked towards where everyone else was gathered.


    " all of you don't compare to me." he said, noting his appearance. he had light brown hair and he still kept his shades and piercings in relatively the same position. he was just a nineteen year old frat boy, apparently.
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    [font=georgia]"There's Shorty," Natsu muttered with a smirk, glad to be able to at least half stand when he was leaning on Milo. He was surprised how small Shortstuff was; in this body, he was about five foot eight, an he wasn't even that tall for his age. Still, the fact that he was holding himself up by leaning on a ten-year-old didn't make him look all that cool.


    Natsu pushed off of Milo's shoulder, attempting to stand on his own. He began falling back, but managed to keep his balance by flailing his arms wildly. He grinned, finally standing on his own. Who care if he couldn't walk? "I dunno who did this, but I do know that I'm gonna burn them to a crisp when I find out who they are." He slammed a clenched fist into his palm, his hand immediately catching flame. The officer's eyes widened. "Hey, my powers work!" He turned to Emalf with a smirk. [color=pink]"Face it, pal, you'll never be as cool as me."

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    "Shut the fuck up." She returned the greeting hastily, her arms crossing over her chest. She glanced over at Admin and sniffed. "Weird. Maybe you're a dickhead at heart." She responded simply, before nearly jumping out of her kimono upon Emalf's arrival. fuck no. Nope. She was not having this shit. The girl cast him an intense stare and ground her teeth together, her nose wrinkling. "Say one thing to me and I'll kick your prettyboy ass into next week."


    Theeeen they proposed rock paper scissors. The girl snorted and decided to try kneeling down on the ground, struggling to walk properly because kimono.png. She said nothing and simply tossed her head, silently confirming that she'd take part in this game.

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    attack in peachpuff

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; height: 10px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; font-family: verdana; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-top: -5px][abbr=Agent Oprah - 5 years - grey wolf - colonel of DarkClan and master sergeant of the DarkClan Marines - single - no crush - npc x npc - mother to Olia - character bonds with/related to Agent Olive, Agent Otto, Agent Oscar and Odd Todd - based off of Ms. O from Odd Squad]tags[/abbr] tags [abbr=all free bodies (grey wolf is default), telepathy, conjuration, ability to glow]tags[/abbr] [abbr=Head of Odd Squad, the stern Agent Oprah used to lead the organization with an iron fist...before the Oddity struck. Whenever something goes wrong, she has the tendency to yell and is frequently seen sipping juice boxes. Despite appearing younger than most of the agents, Agent Oprah has worked for Odd Squad since the 1870s, and her actual age (as a human) remains a mystery. Before she was Ms. O, she worked as an Odd Squad field agent, and became Ms. O by passing a test set up by the previous Ms. O in 1983, named Olesya, whom she has a bond with. Before she worked as an agent, she worked at a fruit stand in the 1800s.]tags[/abbr] tags[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 280px; height: 200px; padding: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; overflow: hidden; margin-right: 0px][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; height: inherit; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow-y: auto; overflow-x: hidden][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; min-height: 190px; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #151515; font-size: 9px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase]
    with all of the human-hating chatter, oprah just scoffed and rolled her nice brown eyes. "please. if any of you knew my backstory you'd understand my excitement. look at this. i'm even in my old odd squad ou-" all of a sudden she realized something, and immediately did a facepalm. "OH JACKALOPING DAMMIT! NOW I HAVE TO BE MS. O!!! I CAN'T BE OPRAH ANYMORE, THIS IS MY MS. O OUTFIT!" She then proceeded to give her signature "I'm pissed off, don't * with me" growl and cross her arms.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt White; margin-top: -13px; letter-spacing: 1px;] [size=22pt]Eve[/size][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 325px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;] DARKCLAN — MEDIC/LIEUTENANT — [abbr=| Black Feline | Ex-Deputy | Hard Difficulty | Wields a knife | Often wears a Deer Skull as a mask | No kill or serious injury, Ask for capture | Attack in Firebrick |]TAGS[/abbr] — [abbr=| All powers, but most are uncontrollable without wearing her skull mask |]POWERS[/abbr][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]"I-I need to start t-taking notes" Evelyn mumbled to herself after listening to her clanmates for a little bit. It seemed that a few of them had problems with walking, and although she had expected this the girl still found it amusing as they stumbled about the place. Though the offer to play rock paper scissors made her focus again. Seriously? At a time like this, the first thing that jumped to mind was playing rock paper scissors? The medic lowered her head slightly. Ah what the hell "F-Fine. Consider me in. I-If it's possible t-to play t-this game with s-so many, u-uh, people"


    Oh, that was another thing they could do now. Infiltrate human cities. That'd be interesting. Perhaps they could even steal a car? Oh man this was getting better and better. Making her way towards the group, Eve's own steps weren't what you'd call graceful, but she was quickly getting the hang of walking. Balancing was the main problem. Coming to a halt beside Shortstuff, Evelyn took a quick glance at the other female and a smirk briefly flashed across her face [color=black]"N-Nice kimono" She commented. No, it wasn't sarcasm. She genuinely meant it. Although some of them didn't like the clothes they had been given, Eve thought whoever had picked their apparel had done a nice job. She certainly liked her own.
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