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MIKE ! · Sep 10th 2016

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summary at the bottom <3
warning: contains possible spoilers for the final episode of season one of stranger things! if you are interested in the show or haven't watched up to episode eight, don't read the first part of this post! anything after the --- is spoiler free! c:

Darkness. It had been like this for a while now. Whether it was real or not, Mike couldn't tell. He was moving through the dark, yet not moving his legs. Was he dead? What happened that had caused him to end up here?

Everything was fuzzy... he could hardly remember anything, except... except...

Today marked one year since Eleven had...

He felt something like a knife hit him straight in his chest. Even after all this time, he couldn't forget. He would never forget, not even for a second. They had made a promise... a promise... he had to believe she would come back.

Right?

Now he remembered. He had been in the basement, where the fort he had made her once stood, but that's all he could piece together. Something was missing... but what was it? Why couldn't he remember?

Suddenly, he stopped, feeling himself beginning to fall. Not sure as to why he was falling, since he was sure there were no cliffs in this place, he tried to scream, but found that he couldn't, trapped in a muted state as he fell into the dark.

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With a gasp, the boy awoke, breathing heavily for a minute as if his body had been starved of oxygen. Shutting his eyes, he tried to organize his thoughts in his semi-panicked state. I'm Mike Wheeler... everything is ok.... I'm home... Wait- that wasn't right, because he was lying in the grass.

Opening his brown eyes again, Mike was greeted with a blurry stalk of green grass and he attempted to stand on his two feet. This was quickly met with failure, however, as he wasn't bipedal, causing him to fall back down on his face. "Why can't a stand up?" He asked himself worriedly, pushing himself up into a sitting position and gazing down at his hands.

But he had no hands. Only paws.

Letting out a loud cry of surprise, he fell over backwards. After a second, he sat up again, rubbing his eyes and looking his paws a second time. "This is... real?" Mike said. He then stood up, legs wobbly at first before finally stabilizing. Turning his head, he would gaze at himself, confirming his fears. He was a cat- an actual cat.

"This... I... I..." He stammered at a loss for words, heart pounding in his ears as his fear began to rise. What would happen to him now? What about Dustin, Lucas, and Will? Did they even know he was gone? What if... what if he could never turn back?

Shaking, he slowly sat back down, trying to steady his quickening breath. Help. He needed help.

[ summary: mike was a former human and has somehow been transformed into a cat. he's finding it a bit hard to believe/relearn how to do basic things and is on the verge of having a panic attack. ]

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soomeone123 · Sep 10th 2016

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"Um! Sir, a-are you alright...?" Milktea asked, spotting Mike. He had made a little bit of noise... to be honest, it had frightened her enough to make her jump, at first. But, it seemed like he needed help. That, and she needed to get over loud noises. "Do you need anything?" the lynx asked, growing worried. She probably wouldn't be able to help much, being five months old and all, but she could try her best. Maybe get Cherviltea. He could probably calm anyone down, just by being there.

serah .
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saved. · Sep 10th 2016

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Cam knew what he was going through — recounting her fire incident was not on her to do list — but calming people down wasn't her forte. You'd think she'd know what to say, that her words would be carefully chosen, but her mind was startlingly blank. Her golden gaze shifted from Milktea to Mike before she attempts to shift her flat monotone into something a bit more comforting. "Hey. It's okay. It's alright. Breathe," Camael improvises, her sentences a bit choppy and stiff. But that was the most comforting she could get.

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[size=8]GENERAL:
▪ camael | cis female
▪ biromantic | bisexual
▪ eleven months | real timed/randomly aged
▪ apprentice of windclan
▪ tv tropes: back from the dead/came back wrong

RELATIONSHIPS:
▪ single | no crush | one "maybe" crush
▪ ½ camvie
▪ NPC x NPC | gen. 1 | no mentor

IMPORTANT FACTS:
▪ killed; brought back to life and blames practically everyone for "letting" her die
▪ battling drug addiction, behavior may be odd
▪ originally based off kate bishop, now a muddled mess of comic book characters

PHYSICAL:
★ DOMESTIC FELINE [birth/main] | health: 0%
— a chocolate tortoiseshell with steel blue eyes. she is unusually small for her age and is covered with a multitude of colorful bandaids, the most prominent being the one on/across muzzle. she wears them for purely aesthetic/sentimental reasons. deafened completely.
— major injuries: large cuts down her stomach and mangled ears.
— [i]minor injuries: several smaller cuts running along her back and a few missing patches of fur.

★ ASIAN GOLDEN CAT ["birth"/main] | health: 95%
— a asian golden cat with yellow/amber eyes. she is small for a golden cat, roughly the size of a domestic. she is heavily scarred, particularly her ears, although all are healed. her gait is a bit off, as she struggles to walk normally due to blistered front paws.
— [i]major injuries: n/a
— minor injuries: few opened scars on her stomach, burned/blistered paws

PERSONALITY:
— analytical; carefully studies actions and remembers names/faces. independent; relies on herself and her own instincts. diligent; meticulously completes tasks and strives for perfection.
— impulsive; despite her diligence, she often makes rash decisions, preferring to blindly jump in and figure things out from there. proud; her pride often prevents her from admitting defeat or wrongdoing. obstinate; she is stubborn and persuasion will not easily sway her opinion.
— bad-tempered; prone to bouts of anger. callous; secretly cares about others' wellbeing but hides it well. vengeful; believes in an eye for an eye.

POWERS:
★ FIRE ELEMENTALS [discovered/unmastered]
— uncontrollable, not yet used offensively. based on her emotions, particularly overwhelming feelings of sadness or anger.

INTERACTION:
▪ self-trained | hard physically; moderate mentally
▪ strategic, a bit slow | aims for neck/eyes
▪ attack in bold italics.
▪ can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.

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MIKE ! · Sep 10th 2016

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[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px;][size=7pt]Looking at Milktea, he barely registered what she said, shaking his head 'no' in response to her first question. Mike had no idea what was going on. Never in his life had he ever had a panic attack and he was scared. Therefore, he couldn't answer her second question, the fear in his eyes only growing as his breathing grew steadily more intense.

Only when Camael spoke did he begin to calm down, shutting his eyes and nodding his head to show that he understood. Eventually, his breathing slowed and he would place his front paws on his face, fighting back against the tears that wanted to form in his eyes. Mike sat like this for a while, eventually coming to terms with the fact two animals had just spoken to him. Great. Wonderful, it was only getting worse.

He honestly didn't know what to say. This had to be a dream. A vivid, crazy dream. It couldn't be real. He would wake up in the basement any second now and he would never have to think about this place again.

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CHERVILTEA XERSES · Sep 10th 2016

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Cherviltea would arrive shortly after Cam, fictional brows furrowing slightly, as he drew to a halt by Milktea. There was no doubt that the other seemed panicked, though such seemed like an extent of an understatement. As the other seemed to settle, slightly, his lips would part, and he'd proceed to continue with somewhat of a.. simple question, really. Though, he supposed that he'd also be best introducing himself, too. He didn't know of the other's situation, but if he were talking to complete, nameless strangers, then there was no doubt that such would be daunting. "Ah.. Hey there, I'm Cherviltea. Do you think you could tell us your name?" That was a fine place to start, right?

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feral · Sep 10th 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 420px;][justify][size=9pt]Ford was next to make his way over. Gee, this guy looked awful scared, didn't he? The chocolate pup's honey eyes swirled with sympathy. He didn't look too good, now, did he?
"Sir...?" he began to ask, but trailed off. The stranger looked like he was about to explode any second now- maybe silence would help a bit. Ford knew that he always liked a bit of silence when he felt scared. Or, you know, on the verge of passing out from utter terror. Ford blinked, a frown apparent on his face. Concern crowded his features, and he was only able to hope that Mike would be okay.

MIKE ! · Sep 10th 2016

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[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px;][size=7pt]Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. He repeated this over and over, a silent prayer in his head as he waited for all of this to disappear.

But it never did. It was real. It was really real.

Removing his paws, Mike would stare at the WindClanners, fear having returned to his face once more. Taking in a shaky breath, he closed his eyes for a second before he finally spoke. "My... my name is Mike." He said. "I-I'm lost... um, where am I?" The boy asked, thinking it would be better to leave out the whole 'i'm human' thing. Who knew if these animals were psycho human killers or something like you see on TV? Either that, or they'd most likely think he was crazy.

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CHERVILTEA XERSES · Sep 10th 2016

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Ah, it seemed as if the other had spoken.. Mike. Well, at least they new eachother's names; that was a start. They were lost, though Cherviltea couldn't say that he was surprised, seeing as they were notably nervous, and such was something that people could usually associate with an individual whom had gotten themselves lost. Therefore, the collie would opt to explain, to the best of his ability, anyhow. "This is Windclan. It's a group of people like.. well, the people you see here. We all live together, in these fields, really, and the group is led by myself." Hopefully such would.. suffice, perhaps? Clans weren't something one could really describe with ease - instead, clans existed to be experienced, though the leader had still attempted to elaborate on the word 'Windclan'. "If you're in need of a place to stay, you can stay here for however long you need to." He'd then suggest. They didn't seem as if they were in a very.. stable state, to travel - but the choice was theirs.

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sunasaysgoodbye · Sep 10th 2016

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There was always so many joiners and not so long ago she had been one of them. However, despite her rather rough entry into the territory Cherviltea had still allowed her to join. He was so kind and welcoming, offering to help with whatever she might need in order for her to settle down in the village. It was something he said to everyone new of course but there was nothing wrong with that. "WindClan's a good place to live. You know, in case you decide to stay." A deep blush had taken root through her cheeks, a unfortunately common occurrence for the pale ginger feline. She really couldn't maintain eye contact at the moment either, glancing away in a feeble attempt to hide her embarrassment. At least she had somewhat managed to offered support of the leader's explanation.
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MIKE ! · Sep 10th 2016

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[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px;][size=7pt]Wind... Clan? What kind of name was that? And all the animals just... lived together? Blinking, Mike went quiet for a moment before considering his options.

He had nowhere to go from here and he had no idea where in the world he was. If he was in the same world, who knew where or how far away he was from Hawkins. It was possible he couldn't even get home from here. If he tried... he could die. Mike would rather be stuck in this form than be dead. If he stayed, there was a chance he could figure out a way to turn back into a human or at least survive for longer than if he went off by his own.

"... Okay. Yeah, I'll stay." The boy said with a nod.

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feral · Sep 10th 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 420px;][justify][size=9pt]"Welcome to Windclan, Mike," Ford called. His voice was gentle, hopefully comforting. The puppy really didn't want Mike to get too scared or anything- that would be bad.
"My name's Ford."
His own name drifted into the space, hung there for a moment, and then faded again, as sound typically did. He didn't know that the feline before him had formerly been a human, or was wondering how to get back to Hawkins, Indiana, or anything of that sort. He mostly was just wondering where Mike wanted to sleep. He seemed like an interesting character, but he was older than Ford, probably an apprentice by now. What a shame. The pup had wondered if they could be denmates, or something. That would have been cool.
"If you need anything, I'm here, okay?"