Washed up. [Private]

"If we didn't use our magic we would be this side of immortal." he said shrugging. "As long as I can eat it I'm happy." he said simply. He had no favorite when it came to foods. Food was simply something you ate to live-- it wasn't something you lived to eat.

"I like clams, I suppose." he admitted, not really used to having a choice. As a Basher, it was like being in the Army. The Barrics. You never had a choice as to what was served, you just got to eat it.

"I think humans call them Muscles." he said holdinghis hands up to show her the ovil shape. "They're green or black, and sweet."

He shifted, his back cracking upon doing so. Being stuck in the tub was making him sore-- like a kic sitting in the back of the car for too long.

"I'm not used to being in your human tanks." he tried to explain away his shifting. He was getting stiff, but he owed the girl his life.

He sighed, eyng her legs. He haddn't realized just how hard it would be to be on land without those things. Still, for a moment he felt jellous. How could humans swim freely under water and be able to walk on land also? It seemed unfair.

He heard the door open and close in the front of the house. "Kay, I got you're mop." her little brother called.

He had been about to ask her why she didn't want her brother seeing him- but she'd moved too quickly, slambing the door shut behind her.

Akes looking around the small bathroom before sighing, crossing his arms in defeat. "Beached..." he mummbled.

He stared for a moment at his tail before looking up at the window, watching the sunlight refract off the glass and dance on the ceiling. Granted, he only had about 4 really good spells worth of magic left in him--- three considering he would use one up to restore his magic--- It left him with only one real option.

He sighed and leaned forward, unplugging the drain for the tub. He held his hand up and watchedthe little blue sparks. All but his thumb.... So he was right, about 4 good spells. Minus one to restore his magic.

"This is going to bite me in the dorcal, I just know it..." He frowned.

He closed his eyes and placed his hands on his tail, taking a deep calming breath before reopening them. His hands sparked to life as he slowly began rubbing his tail, the scaled flaking off into the tb to reveal skin underneathe, like his arms. As he worked, the webbing between his hands shrunk down, and even the fins on his elbows and ears began to dissapeare.

It took him the better part of an hour, using his magic, to finish what he had started, leaving him with lgs and an over all rather human appearance. Aside form his finger and toe nails, that still held the color of his scales, and his ears which pointed a bit too much to really look normal, he could pass for a regular human; maybe 24 years old.

He sighed, running his hand over his ribs, feeling where his gills had been. The skin there looked scarred. ".... Well," he looked over to the dog who was still in the room with ihm, watching curiously. "That worked out better than exspected." he said, sounding rather self satisfied. 3, or rather, 2 spells left. For good measure, he decided, he would only use one spell, leaving him with another to change back if need be.

"Um~." He half called, hoping to get the girls attention, and maybe a hand standing. In the mean time, he sat, wiggeling his toes and getting a feel for two limbs insted of one.

"I told you-- magic." he said, apparently slightly irritated by her reaction. "So, while it's all well and good I look human- I have no idea how to use these things--" he gestured to his legs.

His knees were bent slightly to fit in the tub, and he looked even less comfortable just sitting in the water than before.

When he attempted to stand, all he did was kick water out of the tub and thump his head against the back wall with what must have been a swear escaping his lips. Until he learned to use his legs, he was virtually a cripple on land, despite the sculpted muscles that gave him shape.

He looked uneasy, now that she really looked at him. Like someone who maybe had just been served law suit papers, or been laid off a job. There was an undeniably human stress etched into his face.

There was a number of scars on his skin, showing up now that he had cast his spell than before. A particularly deep scar ran across his stomach, with a fresh one ran from his ankle across the top of his left foot-- most likely what remained from tearing his fin out form the rocks.

He looked like a war torn veteran.

He did as he was instructed, wrapping the towel around himself and his newly appeared... bits.

"This is stupid." he said, mostly to himself, pushing himself up with his arms. There were a few odd popping sounds. He turned an unhealthy shade paler and eased himself back down into a sitting position, closing his eyes for a moment.

Two things had happened at once that he had not been prepared for. First was the weight of himself on his spine out of water. It put pressure on old bashing wounds, sending a shooting pain down his new legs.

Secondly, his lungs still burnt from the algae. while he had cleared his gills well enough, he was still sick. He still ran a temperature that left him light headed, and now naucious-- a feeling in and of itself foreign to him. After all-- have you ever seen a fish get sick before?

"Sis! I'm back!"

"Any clever explanation for this?" Akes asked, still holding his breath from having attempted to move again.

"If it took you so long, maybe I should just do the bathroom." he frowned at his sister. "And since when are you so big on cleaning?" he accused as she ushered him to his room.


Akes looked around the bathroom once more before sighing. Lovely.

"What- did he slip?" He frowned. "Whatever..."

The preteen grumbled and marched off, calling Scotty to follow him into the garage.

Akes managed to drain the tub and get himself sitting on the toilet seat, glaring daggers at his new legs. He was a well established warrior- now a fish out of water. He felt the pit of his stomach flip unhappily, growling as it did in protest of remaining empty.

Outside the sun had finished setting, the moon still working it's way up into the night sky.

His frustrated looked turned into one of confusion. "Wait, you mean there are humans who can't use their legs?" he asked. Why else would such a thing as a wheel chair exist?

He kept pushing his long hair out of his face, finally making a frustrated sound of defeat.

[lol ever gotten beach head? times like... a billion XD]

"Do you have a knife on you?" he asked, apparently agreeing to cut off his hair.

He gave up wrestling the tangled mess out of his eyes and instead shot the red head a look of annoyance and defeat. "I'm a fighter." he said. "Not some.... helpless guppy."

[lol, I'm kind of starting to see this as a sort of beauty and the beast. This is a huge slice of humble pie for him-- maybe she can help him become a nice person. :p I'm thinking he gets a bit more depressed as the days go on when he realizes none of his people seem to notice or care that he's missing-- maybe they never respond to the shell phone :p]

He gave her a sideways look, as though trying to tell if she were joking or not. Last he had checked, hair couldn't be hurt persey.

"I'm ready." he said, shifting to have hid back to her.

He sat awkwardly, unsure of what to do with his legs-- crossing then uncrossing them, folding them then stretching them out.

He thought for a moment, then frowned. "Truth be told, I'm not sure on both accounts." he admitted. "Magic isn't the same for everyone. Some use words to invoke it, others use emotion. Most often I would say magic is used with a combination of the two, or rituals."he attempted to explain. "I'm a fighter though. The fact that I use magic at all is rare. Rarer still is magic of Will, which is what I use. I don't need to know any fancy words, or spend hard earned coin on supplies to practice... Simply, what I want I make happen by wanting it bad enough."

He winced slightly as she pulled on his hair, though said nothing.

His hair was surprisingly soft. One would expect it to be dry and brittle after a life in the sea, though that didn't seem to be the case. It was just tangled to no end.

"What about you?" he asked. "I've seen the weird magic humans use on their ships now. Glowing windows and those motors."