Ashburn
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The past week for Ash had been absolute hell. Within a day of their last lesson Ash had been forced to take up cussing and using french to complain, so that he could vent at least some of his frustration. According to Mrs. Mabel he had entered stage three, and his body was dealing with his human organs.
Despite his immense pain he had been putting on a strong face, or at least as strong as he could. He found that by focusing he efforts on helping Eric, he could distract himself from the pain to a tolerable level, and had abused this fact by babying him to help both of them through the ordeal.
Throughout the past week Ash had literally thrown up what looked like an appendix (And half a digestive tract) into the small bathroom that adjoined their cell, and had all four of his wisdom teeth come in and fall out. The latter had brought him to tears more than once, sobbing as they basically rotted and fell out. A couple of days ago, after the last tooth fell out he had started to feel better, but was still in horrible pain. In the mirror across from them he watched his body develop even further. He had developed a second set of eyelids, clear ones behind his real ones that could open and close independently. He also had grown a few more inches, stopping at 6' 6", his muscles bulking enough for him to have a strong swimmer's build. Even still though he had lost a great deal of weight, almost thirty pounds. For some reason though he didn't feel worried. His soul seemed to tell him it was a change in his bones (OOC his bones are becoming lighter and tougher).
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Ashburn sat, mouth agape at all the revaluations he had just been given. His mind struggled to process all that he had just learned, as he tried to even think about its implications. Not to mention everything about the types of demons, and their special powers.
"Can you tell if we have powers?" He asked softly, still feeling weak from all the changes he was enduring
"Not until you have fully manifested" Was Mrs. Mabel's stark reply
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The past week for Ash had been absolute hell. Within a day of their last lesson Ash had been forced to take up cussing and using french to complain, so that he could vent at least some of his frustration. According to Mrs. Mabel he had entered stage three, and his body was dealing with his human organs.
Despite his immense pain he had been putting on a strong face, or at least as strong as he could. He found that by focusing he efforts on helping Eric, he could distract himself from the pain to a tolerable level, and had abused this fact by babying him to help both of them through the ordeal.
Throughout the past week Ash had literally thrown up what looked like an appendix (And half a digestive tract) into the small bathroom that adjoined their cell, and had all four of his wisdom teeth come in and fall out. The latter had brought him to tears more than once, sobbing as they basically rotted and fell out. A couple of days ago, after the last tooth fell out he had started to feel better, but was still in horrible pain. In the mirror across from them he watched his body develop even further. He had developed a second set of eyelids, clear ones behind his real ones that could open and close independently. He also had grown a few more inches, stopping at 6' 6", his muscles bulking enough for him to have a strong swimmer's build. Even still though he had lost a great deal of weight, almost thirty pounds. For some reason though he didn't feel worried. His soul seemed to tell him it was a change in his bones (OOC his bones are becoming lighter and tougher).
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Ashburn sat, mouth agape at all the revaluations he had just been given. His mind struggled to process all that he had just learned, as he tried to even think about its implications. Not to mention everything about the types of demons, and their special powers.
"Can you tell if we have powers?" He asked softly, still feeling weak from all the changes he was enduring
"Not until you have fully manifested" Was Mrs. Mabel's stark reply