ONLY 19 BUT MY MIND IS OLDER [open, washed up on beach]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 3px double white; height: 140px; width: 120px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/5YzsHgX.gif) center; background-size: 110%; margin-top: 3px; margin-left: -2px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 270px; height: 150px; overflow: auto; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 5px; padding: 1px;]You are a curious creature. You do not have a brain. You do not have a heart beat. You do not have nerves. You do not have systems to maintain water. You do not breath- that is, you do not breath how fish do, either. In a sense, you do not [i]feel.

    You cannot see. You have light-sensitive organs, little spots. They do not form images, but can detect light and let you determine up from down. You are small, unnoticeable, the size of a dime. You glow. You do not know how old you are. Typically, beings like you only live a few hours to several months. In thought, that is a rather unfortunate existence. To only exist for mere hours? Your entire existence is less than a day? What kind of life is that? Is that a life at all?
    You are special, however. If you are exposed to environmental stress, physical assault, illness, age, you can revert to the polyp stage, a younger form of yourself. In a sense, you can cheat death. You have lived for a very long time. You are not sure how long.
    This raises a new question.




    Do you have emotions? Do you live? Do you actually live? Do you have a name?
    Do you have a conscious? Are you just some poisonous thing floating and pulsing without direction or purpose? Can you think?
    You must be, right? You can ask questions. You can think. You are able to reason.
    You don’t understand. What are you? How long have you been existing?
    You do, in time, figure out a name. Aldo. You don’t know what it means, either. You think it makes you feel better, to feel like you are a something in a void of nothing. You are wrong. It doesn’t make you feel better. You are a single cell floating with your colony, in the dark ocean.




    You want to understand. You want to see. You want to hear.
    None of this comes to you. Only darkness.
    You have reverted too many times now. You cannot die, not easily.




    You stray away from the colony.
    You are taken in the currents, your thin form swept up and up- your “eyes” can sense oncoming light. So much light. You’ve never experienced so much light. You cannot hear. It is dry. Cold air. Blistering Sun. You are in pain, flattened, you are washed up on a beach.




    This is how you die. There is no water. You cannot revert. You cannot function. You lay there, suffering. So strange. It seems you have the ability to feel pain. You are going to shrivel up and die, right here. No more existing. Maybe it would be better this way. After all, you’ve never really felt what life is. Just existing. Maybe this would be a peaceful send off for you.




    Again, you are wrong.
    The next minute is filled with a pain like no other. Perhaps, this is your body trying to revert Your body grows, your sprout a tail, a snout- some brown substance you have never felt or seen before. You have a heartbeat. You have blood. You have a brain. You have ears. You are a giant- a fat giant. You have a pocket in your skin. You have SKIN. You have vocal chords.




    This is form entirely different than what you are. It has the capacity to understand what life is.
    It does not stay, and you start to scream. Your body is in absolute pain. You gain scales, you flop like a fish, you lose scales, you grow fur, paws- you change, over and over again, and you do not understand. Finally, you settle on a form. You are writhing, whining. You are letting out screams. You have teeth. You have four tentacles, stripes, you have a large jaw, you’re the color of the ground.
    You try to swim but only kick around sand.




    You eventually get up- you are looking into the water, unsure. Is this…. You? Is this… Aldo. You suck in air, something you have never done before, and-
    [b]“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

    (( currently, Aldo is a Tasmanian Tiger. He can also change into a coelacanth, a malabar spotted civet, and much more. Above all, he is really confused.

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    HOVER FOR TAGS[hr][hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: lightgrey; font-size: 8pt;]Bal had been venturing outside of the nursery for a while now. The camp was beginning to bore him as he heard tales of the territory beyond camp. Usually, the kitten would follow a hunting patrol just pass the entrance, but would intentionally let them get ahead of him. He liked being with people, but too much socializing stressed him out. Today, Balthazar had spent too much time arguing and playing with his siblings. He was mentally exhausted, yet his body was chipper as ever. Balthazar decided he needed some time alone, which wasn't unusual for him.
    This time, he decided to venture out towards the beach. He liked watching the water rush in and out rhythmically. It was soothing, especially after a long day with his family. He sat a good bit away from the water, looking out into the horizon. But something caught his eye.
    A glowing fish of some sort had washed up on the shore. Bal didn't want to get wet - he could hardly stand bath time, let alone getting splashed by the ocean - but his curiosity overcame him. The tomkit gingerly padded down towards the mysterious creature. At least, he assumed he was a creature. It wasn't like anything he had seen before, not even in the fresh kill pile.
    The chocolate kitten leaped back when the creature suddenly transformed into a screaming tasmanian tiger. Balthazar was in shock, and didn't know what to do. His instincts took control, and he screamed as well, although his voice was much younger and higher-pitched than Aldo's. "AAAAAHHH!" the kitten yowled, running back up towards camp. He would not go all the way to the beach village, though. He was still curious, even though he was terrified. "W-what you?" he blurted out, stumbling over his words.
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    //track while I think and write up an appropriate response
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 3px double white; height: 140px; width: 120px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/5YzsHgX.gif) center; background-size: 110%; margin-top: 3px; margin-left: -2px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 270px; height: 150px; overflow: auto; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 5px; padding: 1px;]The creature jumped away, trying to bat a "tentacle" a the kit, but nothing happened. He looked at the new arms, very confused. [b]"They...."

    Woah, okay, what was that? That thing. The noise thing. What was it? [i]These things don't sting...

    What was that? The thing! Inside his... thing? "What. What is this. What am I doing. This thing I'm doing right now. The noise thing. What's that called?" 20 Questions with a kid, oops. He held up a paw. "What is this? Tentacle? It doesn't look like one. It doesn't sting. What does it do?" He looked down now, noticing the tail, the sand- "What is this? What is all of this?" He looked at his leg-things now. "What these? What is purpose? Are these scales? Like the swimming-things? No look like scales..." He continued looking at himself, confused- his gaze directed to the sky. "What is that. The up thing? What is the yellow thing?"

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    PARADISE
    in the night, the stormy night, away she'd fly
    [abbr=silverblood of sunclan, easy physical difficulty, medium mental difficulty, adopted daughter of rainbowveins, female, seven months old, golden retriever, powers are invisibility and shapeshifting, absolutely sucks at fighting, single, attack in bold peachpuff, is a little precious cinnamon roll doggo]✮ ✮ ✮[/abbr]

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    It was not every day that a shapeshifting jellyfish showed up on SunClan's beach, so Paradise automatically knew that this was a very strange occurrence. She had been notified of the situation when she heard two people searching, one's voice sounding younger. The golden retriever rushed down towards the beach, dreading that she was going to see someone being killed or something like that. It happened often enough that Paradise's mind immediately blipped to that. But the sight she was greeted by was not of someone's corpse. There were two animals there; one, a chocolate-furred kitten who looked like he was flipping between curious and frightened. Then, there was a tasmanian tiger- Paradise had never seen one before, she didn't think, so she was instantly excited- because, hey! New animals! He kinda looked like a mix between something and... something else. He had stripes. He had a long, thin tail and rounded ears. What the heck did he look like? Paradise wasn't sure what to compare him to. He looked slightly canid-like, but she wasn't sure.


    Her chocolate brown eyes darted over the two as she assessed the situation. The tasmanian tiger looked unsteady, and had been looking at his legs like they were the most weird things on earth. Paradise was unsure of what to say. He was spouting questions so fast, as if he had never seen anything or thought anything before and now thoughts were slamming down on his head and pouring out of his mouth.


    "Uhh... are you alright?" She said at last, hesitantly. Then, because Paradise wasn't sure what else to say, she decided to answer his questions. "I don't know why you think your legs could be tentacles, but that's a leg. Not a tentacle. They don't sting. The "yellow thing" is the sun. The noises are talking. What happened to you?" The cream-coated dog assumed he had amnesia or something along those lines, but she couldn't resist asking the question. But, there was something in the back of her mind that was telling her this guy didn't have amnesia. It was something more. He was on the beach, near the ocean, confused about everything. He had obviously been washed up, right?


    Paradise just shut her trap and didn't talk anymore, only eyed him with a puzzled expression on her face. She tried to slap a small smile onto her muzzle to seem welcoming, but she was so confused that it was pretty hard to do so.


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    Aldo took a pause, looking at the things. "Llllegs." He repeated, rolling the word on his open-close thing. "LLLLLegs..." Aldo sat down, holding them up, inspecting them. "Not Tentacles.... how?" He wasn't sure. "I had tentacles. They stung. Sting. Yeah..." He looked at the paw. "I don't understand. How am I seeing? Feeling? Making noises? Hearing? Thinking? Why am I so big?" After all, he was once only the size of a dime, now look at him!
    He paused.
    "Am I in the Trench?"
    The 'Trench' was the Mariana Trench. Perhaps it was the ocean's equivalent of hell. Deepest part of the ocean, cold, dangerous- they didn't have fire. Probably not religion. What was religion? He looked at the "sun" blinking, and then looked away, blinking his viewing things. "The yellow thing! It hurt!" He took a moment of silence. "Is it going to kill me?"




    His hearing things perked.
    [i]"What happened to you?"

    You? Me? There is a you? A single being? Not a group? "You....?" Maybe this was what he was when he strayed from the colony? Not a colony, but a you? "Me...." Me. There was a me. A me. He was an individual. "Happened....."
    What had happened to him?
    "I strayed from my colony... We were always.... floating. Swimming. Together." He blinked, staring at the ocean. "Existing.... Not living. Existing. We... We do not live. No red stuff, like fishes." He stood up, taking in big gulps of air, in and out, over and over. "What is this? This thing I do with the open-closer? I've never been able to do this. Is it like pulsating?"

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