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Who: Cassian Lynch and Tannusen
What: Tiger shenanigans, now with 100% more tiger!
Where: The rectory sub-arch.

Tannusen hadn't warned Cass that he was going to do it, he just picked a flat and clear space in the subarchway and fucking did it, setting up an above-ground pool with a ramp in and out of it, and then filling it with a combination of a hose, a lot of time, and a good deal of primal magic. By the time it was full, there was still several huge chunks of ice floating in there like miniature glaciers.

That was fine. Tannusen went in search of his fiance. Was he in the house? Let's find out. Tannusen stuck his head inside and called out, "Caaaa~aaass~ are you in here?"

He really needed to sneak air conditioning into this place somehow... the damn priest insisted on wearing throat-to-toe black clothing, was it any wonder he halfway died in the heat?

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He was in the house, as a matter of fact.

After chasing frogs all afternoon over some heat induced slight, he'd been struck with no small amount of heat exhaustion, and had retreated to the basement.

The door would be open, and there, way down there, near the center of the cellar, was Cassian, shamelessly laying on the cool stone of the floor and glaring up at the ceiling.

He'd heard the calling, so of course, he replied.

"In the cellar, tis the only room in the house that's acceptable right now. What is it?"

Tannusen followed the voice, and soon enough was coming on down the stairs. Oh look, a Cassian pancake! "I have a surprise for you! Though I'm guessing you won't enjoy it as much in human form."

He stopped once he was standing next to the flattened Cassian, hands on his hips.

"Tigers regulate heat way better than humans, you know. Wanna give it a shot?"

They'd discussed it before, but hadn't actually tried it out yet. Tannusen's Elder Form spell worked on humans arguably even better than it worked on himself.

A very toasty pancake. He doesn't budge as Tannusen heads down the stairs to stand beside him, staring up miserably at him. Yes, this suffering is mostly his fault, he could just lay around the house in boxer shorts.

But you never know when company will be over, okay?

They'd discussed allowing him to be shifted into another shape before, yes. It'd been an intriguing idea. Still was.

And lord was it tempting. Better than laying on the basement floor.

"... Right, how long's it last then? It got a time limit or just till ye give the word?"

"Depends on how well the casting goes," Tannusen crouched down beside him, "could last a couple hours or a couple days... but I can cut it short on purpose. So you won't be stuck for days."

Yeah he doesn't want to be a tiger for a few days, he's sure. He's rather attached to his thumbs.

Still, not dying of heat is way too tempting.

"... Wont' hurt, right?"

"Nope!" Tannusen reached down to play with Cassian's hair, cheerfully spreading it out on the floor. "Leave your pendant here and we don't even have to worry about you crossing the sub-archway and running into town."

Because, you know. Cat brain.

"You'll still know who you are and all that, but the instincts of the form can be... a lot."

Especially for a first time, unused to the duality of it all. Tannusen suspected the priest might be a little upset if he came out of it with the memory of eating someone's kid. Better to avoid the temptation.

All that thick, coarse hair out in every direction now. If it was actually silky soft, like Tannusen's, it might be almost photogenic.

As it is, he just looks more fried than he did before. Still, it feels good, so he certainly can't argue.

"... Aye, perhaps we should do that." No mistakes here, no sir. He'll make mistakes here, where he's surrounded by things that can defend themselves should something go wrong.

He rifles through his pockets, pulling the pendant out before tossing it to the side near a set of barrels containing... God knows, honestly.

"Anythin' else I need to do?"

Tannusen straightens up and steps back, because a tiger's going to take up a lot more room than a sickly human. And also, claws. He expects claws are going to be going everywhere while bearings are gotten, especially with Cass starting off on his back.

"Nope. Ready?"

"Aye, as ready as I'll ever be, I s'pose." No point or reason to get up then until he's changed either, he's sure, watching Tannusen take a step back.

Well, he was aware that tigers were considerably bigger than a human, so the space was no surprise.

Aaaaand Tannusen snapped his fingers, and the entire world changed.

Not Enchantment, no, it just all grew so much clearer and brighter and a little bit smaller, and the smells of this basement--!

Well one second, he's an over heated, wheezy little priest on his back.

And the next... Well it's a good thing Tannusen took that step back, because yes, now there are legs and claws EVERYWHERE.

Everything is a lot clearer, a lot brighter, his lungs are a LOT fuller, there's SO MANY SMELLS, he's on his back and THAT'S something that has to change RIGHT THE HELL NOW also did this room shrink

he doesn't like it

nope

good thing there's no carpet in here, that's one too big kitty losing his kitty mind right here trying to remember where the exit is.

Don't worry, Cass will be back. He's there. Somewhere. Give him a sec.

And while Cassian isn't looking his way, Tannusen takes the chance to shift to his other natural shape. The massive white tiger bumps past the confused, somewhat smaller orange tiger, leading the way on up the stairs with his ears up and alert.

This way!

That way. It takes a second of dozy loping about before he actually acknowledges it wholly and follows, clumsy up the stairs.

Look, it's a lot to get used to, and he wasn't born in this body. He's going to be clumsy klutzy floppy paws McLosercat for a while, bear with him.

There we go! Now to get out of the house before Cass manages to fall over and destroy a big chunk of his collection of oddities. The house feels fucking tiny to a tiger, very much like a bull in a china shop. It's a wonder Tannu ever lounges around in this shape inside!

He'd at least left the front door unlatched, since he'd gone into this knowing this was a possible outcome, and Tannusen nosed the door open. The pool situation wouldn't be instantly visible from just outside, but the smell of all that water would be there!

It's a goddamn trial, getting out of the house, trying to remember not to knock everything over, trying not to get distracted by ALL THE SMELLS EVER. Their little hoard of animals that live here certainly stunk the place up more than Cassian ever actually knew, and Tannusen would at least have to come back and redirect him once, after he got himself overly involved with a section on the chair that growlith liked to sit on the most.

At long goddamn last though, they were outside.

He had no idea water even had a smell, and such was the intrigue of the scent here that he just... sort of....

blew right past Tannusen oops BYE.

THERE HE GO! Tannusen trots after him, chuffing his amusement for lack of being able to actually laugh.

It's a pretty sizeable above ground pool, more than enough room for two full grown tigers to get their flail on in the water! The ramps in and out are tiger sized, too, and those chunks of ice hadn't fully melted yet.

Though simply being a tiger meant everything felt a lot cooler than before, that pool might hit the fuckin spot.

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Aaaaand

SPLOOSH. Right into the pool. No he didn't care if everything was already cooler as a tiger, that fucking did hit the spot.

There's pretty much no thought involved here, the human brain seems to have, once again, taken a back seat to instincts, so there sure is a pretty damn big kitty cat absolutely losing his goddamn mind in the water.

WHEEE

Harmless enough instincts, at least! Tannusen leaps on in after him, making as big a splash as possible and then bopping Cass on the head with one dinner-plate sized paw, trying to dunk him.

KITTY SLAPFIGHT!

Well dunking him is easy, lets remember, he's clumsy klutzy floppy paws McLosercat right now, probably forever, he's not going to be able to sidestep that.

So with an undignified, burbling noise of surprise, down he went.

BYE.

WHOOPS.

Tannusen bounces around Cass in the water in a big bouncy, splashy circle, but if the amateur tiger doesn't resurface after a moment he'll go in fishing for the back of his neck with his teeth to drag him up for air.

Like an overgrown kitten.

No it's okay he'll make it up.

Eventually.

Alright he needed a little help, but the second his head broke water, Tannusen god a NICE whack to the head with one massive orange paw, the snarling accompanying it replacing the usual YELLING that would be here.

Aaaaaand Tannusen just starts purring and grooming the top of Cass' currently fuzzy head. Taking the yelling (or its equivalent) as seriously as ever.

Hey, at least the grooming doesn't hurt or feel gross when one's in cat form!

The faerie eventually would go lay down on one side of the pool, where he'd created a stone shelf of sorts for this very purpose. It was nice and comfortable in here for big cats.

This sure is a familiar setting, isn't it? A lot less words involved but it's still, essentially, the same argument as always.

The grooming quickly lessens the roaring into a bunch of disgruntled growling and grumbling, before he followed Tannusen right to that stone shelf.

And laid the fuck on him.

FLOP.

Tannusen let out a big whuff of air as he was flopped onto, but he was pretty content to just hang out in a cat-pile with his shifted fiance for a while.

Eventually, once the sun wasn't direct and the air started to become more bearable to a human body, Tannusen went ahead and ended the spell on Cass.

You know.

Still in the pool.

Flopped onto a tiger.

"Prat."

Now his clothes are all soggy. With a grunt, he goes to push himself off of Tannusen, obviously feeling ten times better than he did prior to tiger-fication here.

He wasn't even mad, the name calling is just a reflex now.

Tannusen just lays there doing the happy cat squint until Cassian isn't looking at him for a moment, and then bam, instantly back into human form.

"You're already soaked, may as well stay in the pool."

Not gonna get more waterlogged!

That's frankly an excellent point, and as soon as he hears Tannusen's voice again, he's.... just flopped back onto him again.

WOOP.

"What a fascinatin' experience."

"Yeah?" Tannusen, of course, just starts playing with Cassian's hair. Grooming one way or another is just a thing that happens, apparently. "My brain is always at least half like that, even in this shape."

"Can't quite put me finger on if that's freein' or tense. I'll get back to ye on that."

Because lord it was fun, but that was a lot of urges and instincts to work with that he didn't normally have.

Then again-

"Ye've got more experience than I in the matter."

"It really depends on the situation," Tannusen chuckles quietly at that, "usually it's a bit of both."

Freeing and tense! On the one hand, cat. On the other hand... cat.

"It was pretty chaotic for a long time when it first happened."

"I can only imagine." It was officially something to remember now, if anything so that he might be a little more empathetic regarding that cat brain when Tannusen was a tiger.

"... T'would be fun to try again, sometime."

"I'd like that," Tannusen draped an arm 'round Cassian's shoulders. "That was my first time getting to run around with another tiger, at least in this lifetime."

"Shame I wasn't a more graceful one." He was almost certain he was going to lose a tooth going up those basement stairs.

"The woods might be fun, like that." What with all the heightened senses, he could only imagine what the WOODS would be like. Still flopped more or less on top of Tannusen, he moved to press a kiss to his cheek.

"So long as I leave the pendant inside and have an escort."

"Of course, to all of it," Tannusen grinned, "might be a while before you're ready to tiger in town and not eat anyone. They don't make it easy. And I can't guarantee I'd stop you if say, Ted showed his face."

"Mate, I don't think I'd be sorry if I ate Ted.

... Me stomach might, but I'd have nary a regret."

"He wouldn't stay dead and then you'd have to remember putting your mouth on him," Tannusen countered, "and we don't have any good therapists around that I've heard of."

"I hear shootin' trees is great therapy." But hey, he can't really argue against the fact that Ted avoids him now all the time anyway.

He doesn't have much against the man if he just stayed the hell away from him.

"I won't eat the great feckin' idiot, but that's all I'll promise."

"...We could scare him real good though."

The smile that appears is quite damn near devilish.

"Aye.

That we could.

To be true though, that wouldn't be terribly Christian of us."

Tannusen grins right back.

"Good thing I'm not one, then."

TERRIBLE INFLUENCE IS GO.

"That's right, ye aren't! Why, almost forgot about that, I s'pose the rules don't apply to ye, now do they?"

Tannusen chuckles at that, and it's a nice deep one starting down in his chest.

"I'm Dakshin Rai reincarnated and you're my priest. People who don't respect tigers get eaten -- he's getting off the hook easy if he only gets scared."

There's a chuckle, and he cards his hand through Tannusen's hair, gently working out a few knots that have managed to appear while in the water.

"Someday, we'll take to the town like cats. I promise."

"Good. For now, it was fun just running around in the sub-arch," Tannusen loops his other arm around Cass' shoulders too, linking his hands. This is pretty damn comfortable for all that they're on a stone ledge in a pool in full clothes! "And yes, the forest's going to be a thing in cat form. We might want to put all the pokemon in the house for that, just in case."

Hunting instinct was a big one.

"What, even the ghosts? They're already dead."

Well, he thinks. They are ghost pokemon, he can only assume they're dead.

"I'll lock Tuna in the greenhouse, but he ain't particularly want to wander." The seal doesn't have any legs after all, he's very inelegant.

"The ghosts are probably safe as long as they don't zip around like prey, they don't smell like food."

But, you know, anything that moved in an interesting way might get jumped for the same reason the housecats would leap at the laser pointer.

"I suppose the Stantler and Tek would be fine in the greenhouse as well. They're both a bit big and clumsy for the house."

"Least they can become invisible and pass through the walls." That might end in a few flat cat faces, but hey! The pokemon would be okay. It's not like Cassian hasn't taken an arrow to his dignity before.

"Right, next time we'll do a round up, anythin' that can't play with a tiger goes in the greenhouse."

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