At the touch of his antenna, the disorganized mass of limbs started to tingle and move towards each other before lumping and congealing into one big ball. Inside, John's higher cardiopathy network was re-established and stabilized, as the auto-transformation sequence was triggered. The ball floated for a while before reforming, with longer limbs started to grow out from it. Before long, the whole mass extended to human height, and John was once again standing in his human forme, visibly shaken but nothing worse for wear.Roarin wrote:"Hey, wait! Touch, what?" Avery felt the voice fade into the static. That was Mr. Smith! Talking to him through telepathy. He'd never experienced one himself but he's watched enough movies to reorganize it.
The dog glanced at the ani-droid before returning his attention to the alien.
"Err, I'm gonna try something." He told the robot. And after deciphering which ligament was what on the floor he walked over and touched the one that looked the most antennae-like
The now-man gathered himself up and held his head to steady it. The loud sounds were still ringing, but unlike before, only served as a minor annoyance. Opening his eyes, John looked down and saw Avery next to him. "You're the one who started the protocol," he simply stated with a small smile, gratefulness shining in his eyes. "Thank you."
Before he could even say anything else, John's eyes caught sight of an android pointing a large gun at the white dog. Alarmed, he quickly moved and stood tall between Avery and the deathly weapon, looking straight at the droid's eyes. "Do not hurt him, he was only trying to help me, and he did. He did not harm me in any way, and neither should you." John's voice was stern and stiff, almost like a military sergeant, as he addressed the droid.MrNeonShot wrote: Sir, attempting to harm another civilian is punishable by death. The mech-droid warned, aiming a large turret at the dog.
I will call a medical specialist. It speaks with its usual, threatening voice.
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"T-that depends on what you feel of me," Ashe answered, her blush still imminent. "But I'm sure you know Rosie way longer than you know me, and from what I can see, you two are friends too, despite all the drama just now."MrNeonShot wrote:Your the first person I've ever held... per-say. Does that mean that I hold you dear? Wealthy asks.
Your face has gotten even more red. Are you hurt? Have you touched the cooling gel? Wealthy asks, looking her over.
Pausing for a while, she then said, "Still, thanks for considering me as a friend too. And no, I did not touch the gel in any way. This redness is your fault." Ashe was joking of course. "You know, this alarm has been ringing for a long time now. I'm starting to think something else triggered it and not us."