I set @Vincent Goodspeed down on my bed. Shadow immediately jumps up and starts to sniff him, then curls up around him. I'm pretty sure Vincent will yell at me abut this later, but I don't mind. I find my phone, hidden under a pile of candy wrappers. I take a picture of the two curled up together. I walk to my closet, opening it and waiting as the wave of dust rolls out. I climb up on ladder, then go unto one of the shelves. I wave the cobwebs away and grab what I'm looking for. A Guide to Advanced Spells: Transformation

"Oh my gods." I set @Vincent Goodspeed down and pet his fluffy head. "What in the worlds happened to you?" I feel a migraine forming at the edge of head, I can't use my animal telepathy for much longer.

"Remember that wormhole that sucked me up? Well I got stuck in that for a while. And then I ended up here as a bunny. I think it @Meanie is behind this and hey stop petting me i'm not a pet!" Vincent's voice echoing in my head is strange. His voice is hollow and echoey, in that typical animal-speak fashion. "Now get my spirit book from my cabinet." I get up and reach in the cabinet, probably the most well organized cabinet i have ever seen. I find the book with ease, as everything is labeled and organized in that typical Vincent style. A Guide to Spirits and Souls. "Now flip to the part titled Polar Opposites, towards the end of the book." I flip to the desired chapter, each section neatly labeled with tabs and papers. Notes to the side of each paragraph and diagram. My migraine worsens, and I close the connection. Vincent jumps unto his desk and gestures to a pad of paper. I grab the pad and the paper. I write the details of my throat injury and the strain of animal speak. He hops down and unto the book. He taps a small paragraph repeatedly, gesturing that i should read it.

Polar Opposites, relatively rare, Class X threat. Occurs in strong personality types, especially in bright personalities. As the names suggests, they are exactly the opposite as the original host. They are relatively simple minded, but extremely powerful. As being an opposite, they have no desire to connect with the original. They often are violent and vicious in attempt to drive the original away and take their place.

I pick up the pad and pencil. " So you're saying that this @Meanie, is the Polar Opposite of @Sweetie, and it is trying to kill her. But first it is trying to get us out of the way?"
" Yeah that's about it" Vincent's bunny writing is messy and crooked. I can hardly read it.
I have an idea. A weird idea, but it definitely would help with one of our problems. I pick up Vincent, his furry legs dangling. I walk back to my room, grabbing the supplies that I need.

"Oh my gods." I set @Vincent Goodspeed down and pet his fluffy head. "What in the worlds happened to you?" I feel a migraine forming at the edge of head, I can't use my animal telepathy for much longer.

"Remember that wormhole that sucked me up? Well I got stuck in that for a while. And then I ended up here as a bunny. I think it @Meanie is behind this and hey stop petting me i'm not a pet!" Vincent's voice echoing in my head is strange. His voice is hollow and echoey, in that typical animal-speak fashion. "Now get my spirit book from my cabinet." I get up and reach in the cabinet, probably the most well organized cabinet i have ever seen. I find the book with ease, as everything is labeled and organized in that typical Vincent style. A Guide to Spirits and Souls. "Now flip to the part titled Polar Opposites, towards the end of the book." I flip to the desired chapter, each section neatly labeled with tabs and papers. Notes to the side of each paragraph and diagram. My migraine worsens, and I close the connection. Vincent jumps unto his desk and gestures to a pad of paper. I grab the pad and the paper. I write the details of my throat injury and the strain of animal speak. He hops down and unto the book. He taps a small paragraph repeatedly, gesturing that i should read it.

Polar Opposites, relatively rare, Class X threat. Occurs in strong personality types, especially in bright personalities. As the names suggests, they are exactly the opposite as the original host. They are relatively simple minded, but extremely powerful. As being an opposite, they have no desire to connect with the original. They often are violent and vicious in attempt to drive the original away and take their place.

I pick up the pad and pencil. " So you're saying that this @Meanie, is the Polar Opposite of @Sweetie, and it is trying to kill her. But first it is trying to get us out of the way?"
" Yeah that's about it" Vincent's bunny writing is messy and crooked. I can hardly read it.
I have an idea. A weird idea, but it definitely would help with one of our problems. I pick up Vincent, his furry legs dangling. I walk back to my room, grabbing the supplies that I need.

My gods if everything wasnt confusing enough, my journal has been cloned several times. Its magic is crackling and humming. Its paper insides copying themselves and spewing each other on the public channel of journals. So sorry everyone who has to scroll through several copies of the same post

To my surprise I have found the worlds most adorable bunny in @Vincent Goodspeeds dorm. This little fella is more than happy to sit on my lap, although he keeps reaching for Vincent's phone, as if to post on his journal. Odd. Part of being an elf means that, with some good effort, I can talk to animals.
"What's the matter you fluffy cutsie bunny?" I say as I pick up the bunny and boop its little pink nose. But im not really talking. I can't anyway. Animal speak is more or less telepathy.
"Sophu what the hell is wrong with you its me Vincent."

To my surprise I have found the worlds most adorable bunny in @Vincent Goodspeeds dorm. This little fella is more than happy to sit on my lap, although he keeps reaching for Vincent's phone, as if to post on his journal. Odd. Part of being an elf means that, with some good effort, I can talk to animals.
"What's the matter you fluffy cutsie bunny?" I say as I pick up the bunny and boop its little pink nose. But im not really talking. I can't anyway. Animal speak is more or less telepathy.
"Sophu what the hell is wrong with you its me Vincent."

Why is every insane thing followed by an anticlimactic alarm clock waking up. And then there is the screaming and swearing because i want to sleep, the throwing of the alarm clock, and finally Shadow deeming it necessary to give me a thorough face licking of affection. Well I am finally out of bed. Dressed in my baggy sweater and camo jeans. It took a while, but I got ALL of my injuries bandaged up or healed. About 20 stitches, 40 bandaids, and approximatly a half hour of healing magic, and I still cant talk or use my throat at all. I had to open a small portal in order get some food in my intestines, but that's of little importance. @Sweetie has been acting like nothing happened, so I will just assume somwthing weird is going on and inspect @Vincent Goodspeed's dorm room for some clues as to figure out whats going on.

My gods, I can finally clean myself up. I work suds and soap throughout my hair, my scalp tingling at the touch. I look down to the floor. My blood flows down the drain, finally leaving my skin, revealing all kinds of scrapes and scratches. There is nothing but me and the water running itself down my body. Alone. Just me and my thoughts. I try to think about what happened. I reflect on each moment with the clarity of knowing what would happen next. Receiving that alert on my watch. Why did I even bother going in alone? I'm a newer recruit. I'm pretty sure I don't have the authority to investigate alerts on my own. My watch. I think about how it is now in bits and pieces, crushed at the hands of @Franz Fiendlich. Franz. I practically feel his words in my ears again, his breath on my neck as he tells me his lustings for my elven blood. My shoulders burn with the sensation of those tendrils of light, crackling and sparking against my skin. I finish rinsing the soap out of my hair and I shut the water off. The next few minutes are a blur. Drying myself. Brushing my hair. Dressing in my favorite baggy shirt that reaches my knees. As I look at myself in the mirror, my eyes drag along the image of the bruises and tears on my neck. The bruises are practically identical to the pattern of Franz's shoe. I again feel myself choking against the pressure of his foot on my neck. I shake myself of the thought. He's gone. I breath. In. Out. I have no idea where @Vincent Goodspeed is. Why was @Sweetie even behind me when he vanished? How in the world did she know where we were? Or what was happening? I'll look into this. But for now i collapse unto my bed, letting the hum of my floating sock pile lull me to sleep

My gods, I can finally clean myself up. I work suds and soap throughout my hair, my scalp tingling at the touch. I look down to the floor. My blood flows down the drain, finally leaving my skin, revealing all kinds of scrapes and scratches. There is nothing but me and the water running itself down my body. Alone. Just me and my thoughts. I try to think about what happened. I reflect on each moment with the clarity of knowing what would happen next. Receiving that alert on my watch. Why did I even bother going in alone? I'm a newer recruit. I'm pretty sure I don't have the authority to investigate alerts on my own. My watch. I think about how it is now in bits and pieces, crushed at the hands of @Franz Fiendlich. Franz. I practically feel his words in my ears again, his breath on my neck as he tells me his lustings for my elven blood. My shoulders burn with the sensation of those tendrils of light, crackling and sparking against my skin. I finish rinsing the soap out of my hair and I shut the water off. The next few minutes are a blur. Drying myself. Brushing my hair. Dressing in my favorite baggy shirt that reaches my knees. As I look at myself in the mirror, my eyes drag along the image of the bruises and tears on my neck. The bruises are practically identical to the pattern of Franz's shoe. I again feel myself choking against the pressure of his foot on my neck. I shake myself of the thought. He's gone. I breath. In. Out. I have no idea where @Vincent Goodspeed is. Why was @Sweetie even behind me when he vanished? How in the world did she know where we were? Or what was happening? I'll look into this. But for now i collapse unto my bed, letting the hum of my floating sock pile lull me to sleep

My gods, I can finally clean myself up. I work suds and soap throughout my hair, my scalp tingling at the touch. I look down to the floor. My blood flows down the drain, finally leaving my skin, revealing all kinds of scrapes and scratches. There is nothing but me and the water running itself down my body. Alone. Just me and my thoughts. I try to think about what happened. I reflect on each moment with the clarity of knowing what would happen next. Receiving that alert on my watch. Why did I even bother going in alone? I'm a newer recruit. I'm pretty sure I don't have the authority to investigate alerts on my own. My watch. I think about how it is now in bits and pieces, crushed at the hands of @Franz Fiendlich. Franz. I practically feel his words in my ears again, his breath on my neck as he tells me his lustings for my elven blood. My shoulders burn with the sensation of those tendrils of light, crackling and sparking against my skin. I finish rinsing the soap out of my hair and I shut the water off. The next few minutes are a blur. Drying myself. Brushing my hair. Dressing in my favorite baggy shirt that reaches my knees. As I look at myself in the mirror, my eyes drag along the image of the bruises and tears on my neck. The bruises are practically identical to the pattern of Franz's shoe. I again feel myself choking against the pressure of his foot on my neck. I shake myself of the thought. He's gone. I breath. In. Out. I have no idea where @Vincent Goodspeed is. Why was @Sweetie even behind me when he vanished? How in the world did she know where we were? Or what was happening? I'll look into this. But for now i collapse unto my bed, letting the hum of my floating sock pile lull me to sleep