[Touya's out and about in the town when the fog rolls in. And no one except for the residents hiding away in their homes are ever prepared for the fog. It feels like only just yesterday that he'd decided one day to settle down and take a nap with his team. Then without warning he was here and-]
Ghhk...! Ghh... wha...?!?
[It feels like his bones are on fire and melting as they crack and compress. His clothes become ill-fitting in more ways than one, shoulders and lower body growing thicker as his frame shrinks. As he feels something tear out from his back and ready to get through the barriers of clothing, Touya barely manages to get his jacket off in time before thick talons rip out of his nails, hands twisting into three-fingered claws.
His skin is ashen as fanned arm guard-like protrusions push out of forearms and extend past his new claws. Touya makes a bewildered glances at the familiar appendages and then the tiny, but also recognizable, 'wings' that burst out of his shirt.]
Arrgh.... how...? I'm... some sort of... tiny Zekrom...?!
---
(Four - still Goblin)
[Touya's hiding behind a dumpster in an alleyway, trying to avoid the people that definitely were trying to kill him. He's gained a few more spikes... one at the back of his neck, his elbows, and the back of his ankles.
He's not sure what to do about his pants, but his jacket is stuffed inside his bag.
Touya | Pokemon (White Game Canon)
[Touya's out and about in the town when the fog rolls in. And no one except for the residents hiding away in their homes are ever prepared for the fog. It feels like only just yesterday that he'd decided one day to settle down and take a nap with his team. Then without warning he was here and-]
Ghhk...! Ghh... wha...?!?
[It feels like his bones are on fire and melting as they crack and compress. His clothes become ill-fitting in more ways than one, shoulders and lower body growing thicker as his frame shrinks. As he feels something tear out from his back and ready to get through the barriers of clothing, Touya barely manages to get his jacket off in time before thick talons rip out of his nails, hands twisting into three-fingered claws.
His skin is ashen as fanned arm guard-like protrusions push out of forearms and extend past his new claws. Touya makes a bewildered glances at the familiar appendages and then the tiny, but also recognizable, 'wings' that burst out of his shirt.]
Arrgh.... how...? I'm... some sort of... tiny Zekrom...?!
---
(Four - still Goblin)
[Touya's hiding behind a dumpster in an alleyway, trying to avoid the people that definitely were trying to kill him. He's gained a few more spikes... one at the back of his neck, his elbows, and the back of his ankles.
He's not sure what to do about his pants, but his jacket is stuffed inside his bag.
Help would still be great though.]