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 E.A. "Bobby" Smith 

Bobby hit the red face at a dead run, not sure what the process of going through the portal into Zone 1 was going to be like and not wanting to give himself time to chicken out.  He figured it was like swimming in the ocean - best to dunk your whole head in right off the bat to get over the shock of the cold.

So, he was one of the first to make it through into the red city.  Unlike when he dreamed, where he just sort of became aware or himself in his hoofed carnivore form, Bobby expected there to be some kind of sensation of transformation as he left the neutral space.  There wasn't.  His perceptions just kind of fuzzed for a moment, and then he was aware of himself as different.  Bobby wasn't in his usual dream form, more like a half-human version of it... which seemed to confirm his original werewolf idea.

"Awesome!" he exclaimed.  There was a rough edge imparted to his voice, imparted by his mouth full of fangs, but at least he could talk this time around.  He took a few test-swipes through the air with his new claws, then experimentally slashed at a nearby concrete-looking wall.  His claws cut through it like cake.  

"This is going to be so sweet," he continued, looking around at the others and trying to guess which superhero, monster or cyborg went with which person back in the lab.

That was when he saw the ram-headed thing on another roof.  When it did it's goat-scream-maniacal-laughter thing, he instinctively crouched down and brought his claws up in front of him, a fighting (or possibly fleeing) stance.  "What the hell was that?  Is that normal for this Zone?  Zone 1 people?"
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