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WHO: Bight

dragonlordbight, open to other swimmers who were transformed and followed Bight and Tiger back.
WHERE: Bight/Crucibles warehouse.
WHEN: Just after the polar bear club incident.
WARNINGS: none as yet.
SUMMARY: Bight offers his warehouse as a place to stay for the night for Kotetsu and any other transformed swimmers who need a place to stay.
FORMAT: Prose to start then tagger's choice.

It had taken some time to sort through the chaos that was the Polar bear club incident, sorting out just who was who, translating where needed, but finally the chaos had subsided, at least long enough for him to lead Kotetsu, and any others who had chosen to follow back to his warehouse, set far enough away from the main roads that there would be few reports or worries about a tiger or any other animals prowling around and set close enough to the water that any water based animals or dragons who had a fondness for water could easily slip out without much worry.

The warehouse itself was a considerably large building, previously having been standing disused for many years, Bight had seen to neatening the place up. The main area a rather large and open space, a few assorted benches lining the walls with various odds and ends, tools for use with his work in wards. Off to one side he had set a number of restored couches and cushions that he had acquired in the case that he ever had guests. For those of more keen of nose, another scent lingered in the air, not an unpleasant scent, but it had the hint that something quite clearly non-human had often been through.

"Welcome, it still needs some work here or there, but it has worked well for my needs thus far. It should do well for a place to keep from public eye for now should you wish it as well,"

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Even if his tiger form was a muscular and powerful big cat, Kotetsu was tired from all that walking. Walking after swimming in the bitter cold, no less! But Siberian tigers were apparently built to swim and withstand the weather, so he wasn't in dire straights - just exhausted. He nodded a thank-you towards Bight and padded slowly through the warehouse, sniffing and looking around.

It smelled weird. Not bad-weird, just weird. He wasn't used to having all these smells telling his brain about who might have been here and when and how. Not even bothering to try to pry the mask off his tigery face, he prowled over to the couches and jumped up, looking for a comfy spot to flop down like an oversized house cat. And that was exactly what he did, letting out a groan that was half-growl. You're a life-saver, he said, or made noises to say to Bight. I need a nap first, then I'll worry about what to do with the public eye.

The dragon in human form only showed signs of minor fatigue from the travel, if anything he held a more thoughtful look, as he thought on both what could be done with the changes as well as on other issues. If Kotetsu was more used to what his senses were trying to tell him, he may have gotten the impression that something quite large was often by, indeed something that possibly lived there, one that seemed somewhat similar to Bight himself.

Bight dipped his head to Kotetsu's comments, "It was the least I could do," casting a wry smile across to the tiger and the way he'd flopped down atop the couch, "Rest then, and we shall see about what to do about your change afterwards," he commented easily as he turned and strode over to one of the tables he'd set up across from the couches, looking over the various items he had been working on even as he pondered on just what could be done about the changed swimmers and what could have caused it.

Kotetsu rolled around indulgently on the couch cushions, making himself comfortable and getting his tiger scent everywhere by instinct. If not for the size of him and the claws, he might be a cat worth putting on the internet. After a bit, though, he settled down and just sort of watched his savior from across the way. You don't seem too bothered by talking to a tiger, he rumbled. Are you used to this sort of thing?

His head came up, then, his eyes bright behind the mask. Do you know of any ways to switch us back, maybe?

Every now and again Bight cast a bemused glance to his currently feline guest as he settled in on the couch. Hardly bothered by the size of him or the claws, after all his own were far, far larger. Leafing through a few notes he had made, things that he had noted since his arrival as he pondered the problem at hand. Putting the notes aside for the time though as he turned in his seat to look to the tiger, his amusement clear in his expression.

"We don't get many tigers around Sanction, although when one has dealt with raging volcanoes, knights, dragons both friend and foe as well as a talkative owl, a talking to a tiger is hardly disconcerting," he commented with a wry grin, not to mention that he himself was a dragon.

His expression turning more thoughtful at the second question, "That I have still yet to determine, whatever the change is caused by, it is resistant to usual methods of dispelling or disruption, it would take more study to determine more,"

Dragons? The surprise was evident even to someone who couldn't understand tiger-speak. Kotetsu stared at him, even though he had already talked to someone who was part-dragon while in the City. He wasn't used to the possibility at all. Though, now that it had been said, something about the permeating scent of beast in the warehouse made a little more sense, even if he couldn't quite put two and two together to make the conclusion. Kotetsu's instincts were good but he could be slow on the uptake sometimes.

He huffed and rested his chin on the couch cushion, gazing plaintively at Bight. You're willing to try, though...so thanks. I don't see as how we've got a lot of choice either way. If it's somebody's powers, or something...it might wear off, it might not. Like when everybody got turned into kids...

"Dragons indeed," Bight's amusement at the Kotetsu's surprise was clear in his tone and expression as he gave him a wry grin, "dragons are far more than mere myth and legend from where I come from as seems to be the case for this and other worlds," he commented with a shake of his head, a strange look passing over his expression before smiling once more, "There were a number from my own world here, prior to my own arrival, most now have been ported out,"

He dipped his head at the tiger's thanks, "You are welcome, and so it would seem. There have been no other reports of others being transformed, just those involved with the swim, so it is unlikely that it was someone's powers, unless they left the scene promptly. In any case, most transformations and events seem to have a habit of being temporary..so we shall see,"

Kotetsu-tiger sighed so heavily that it made his whiskers flutter. Yeah, I guess it's down to waiting either way. Waiting it out, or waiting for someone to find a cure.

His eyes shifted back and forth, taking in the interior decorating (or lack thereof). He didn't know anything about this guy, who had just stepped in to help him out. Maybe, with a few growls and whuffs, he could ask. Sorry to hear that, though. I know the feeling. I'm the only one from my world here, as far as I can tell.

Bight dipped his head as he leaned back in his chair, "Indeed, although if there is a specific structure to it, there may well be triggers to end the transformation..but that would require further study to determine. I shall do what I can either way, and you are welcome to stay here for the duration should you require,"

He let his gaze wander even as he let his thoughts drift on the two other dragons who had been here prior to him, Khisanth and the great gold Aurican, "It is likely better for the city that the black was returned, she had already caused a great deal of trouble from what I had gathered. I'm sorry to hear of your own loss. There is yet still one dragon from Krynn as well as fellow Lord Governor,"

Kotetsu's head came up slowly. I think I met a guy like that. We talked about kids. What was his name again...?

He flopped back down and huffed. Thanks for the offer. I don't know, I might have to take you up on it whether I want to or not. It's a long way back to my apartment. Crap... That was a snarl. How am I going to explain this to my boss? The premiere is coming up! I can't still be a tiger when the show starts!

That drew Bight's attention some, eyebrow's raised a little with interest, "Indeed? He goes by the name of Kang, he is Lord Governor of the draconian nation of Teyr,"

"You are welcome, though I am sure there would be a way to get you back to your apartment should you so wish it," he comments before raising an eyebrow, "Oh? Perhaps I could pass on a message, when is this premiere?"

Kotetsu calmed down and settled back down, though his tail still flopped irritably, lashing at the couch. Next...next...hmm. Next week. Friday? Yeah, Friday. The first Friday of January. My boss needs to know...though I don't know how to explain this. I don't want to just say 'can't make the press appearances, I turned into a tiger this week.'

He decided to not worry about it for a moment, and focus on the other topic at hand. Kang, that was it. Right. He was excited about his kids, so we talked about it for a while. Nice guy.

Bight nodded thoughtfully, "Still some time then, it is quite possible that the change will have reversed by then. Given the happenings I would not be surprised if that would be an almost acceptable excuse, if he knows of your import status. Perhaps it would be better that he be told that you have come down with a severe illness and that you will contact him when you are able to return?"

The lord Governor gave dip of his head as Kotetsu turned the topic back to the other from Krynn, a smile on his expression mixed with a strange emotion, "He had every reason to be excited, his very own family, not to mention hope for his kind, the first new generation of draconians," he comments before nodding in agreement.

Kotetsu's tail flicked in amusement. She, actually. Yeah, maybe if I have someone call in sick for me. Tell her I have laryng... That word didn't seem to come across in tiger-growls so well, so he rephrased it. ...that I can't talk.

He laid his head back down and rolled onto his side. So much for that nap. Chatting with someone while being a tiger was pretty fun. Kids will do that to anyone. Oh, am I glad my daughter isn't here to see this. She'd just think it was my fault that I got like this anyway. And I wouldn't want to put her in danger. He raised a paw and flicked his claws, looking at them. If he couldn't use his powers, at least he could still defend himself if someone attacked.

Bight gave an amused nod at that, "That would likely be for the best then, I shall be sure to deliver her a message when I've a chance to,"

At that comment Bight gave an amused snort, though a strange almost sad look passed over his face briefly before returning to a smile as he shook his head, "Indeed, would certainly be something to explain. Best that none of my adopted children are here, they'd talk the ear off anyone,"

Kotetsu perked up again. You have kids, too? Wow, there's a lot more dads here than I expected at first. His deep purring was a rather obvious mood-indicator. Tell me about them. It'll take my mind off being a tiger for a bit.

Bight nodded slowly at the question, that strange look crossing his expression, adopted children he had indeed, although the question also lead deeper bringing up memories of the stolen eggs and of draconians. Pushing thoughts aside his expression recovered quickly, "Indeed, adopted after my wife and I saved them after their parents passed away,"

He gave a soft snort at that as gave a nod, "They are no ordinary children, but rather eight brass dragonets, three years old now and about as large each as you are now. Each as endlessly curious and as capable of talking the sun out of the sky as the next and practically inseparable. Ashfall, Caldera, Fumerole, Firestream,Sulfur, Smoke, Windstone and Eight,"

The purring just went on, getting louder perhaps as Kotetsu thought fondly of his own daughter in comparison. You saved them and raised the orphans? That's so amazing. You're a hero in your own right, for that. Although, one thing in the list made him whuff with laughter. Eight? What, did you run out of names after the seventh one?

He gave a smile at the tiger's purrs, it wasn't hard to guess the reasons, dipping his head to Kotetsu's comment, "Indeed, although it is my wife who deserves the credit for saving them, we have raised them since they hatched," Bight gave something of an amused chuckle when Kotetsu picked up on Eight's choice of name, "Dragons choose their own names, thus for simplicity's sake we named them one through eight until they had chosen their own name, Eight it seemed had a particular fondness for his hatchling name and kept it,"

Kotetsu put his head on his paws and kept on purring, the equivalent of his usual fatherly squeeing. Ah, so adorable! They must be the cutest dragons ever! Dragons or not, kids are kids and fathers are fathers. And he was finding that most of the fathers around here all missed their children the same, no matter who or what they were.

Bight chuckled with amusement at that, "Quite so, they do attract trouble on a regular basis and often cause havok for the guards, trying to fly indoors and the like," He shook his head at that, he'd had to replace many a tapestry and chandelier because of that, "True indeed,"

Kotetsu lounged on his side, his exhaustion catching up to him. His big amber eyes were starting to blink closed. Flying kids, no less. That just magnifies the trouble, doesn't it? I can't even imagine...

Only the tail-twitch showed he was still awake, though he watched Bight through half-closed eyes, curious.

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Bight nods with a smile to himself as he watched the tiger, "Somewhat, they do at least stay within Sanction Vale. Wyrmlings can be quite a bit more willful than some children however," he chuckled softly to himself, shaking his head. He knew that while the wyrmlings respected his authority, Linsha had a harder time of it being a non-dragon, she had quite a talent for it however.

"What of your own child?" he asked with a glance over his shoulder to the reclining tiger, noting his exhaustion though easily able to tell that the other was still awake as he turned to look through some of the items on the desk.

Kotetsu's response was all purr. Kaede is pretty willful, too, I have to admit. She's grown up so fast. She's ten - as cute as her mother, smart, headstrong...

It occurred to him, then, that anything on his person when he transformed might not still be there, unlike the mask. He lifted his left paw and checked, and whuffed a big sigh of relief. His wedding ring was stuck around one of his claws. Walking back to the warehouse hadn't dislodged it. Seeing it left him wearily grateful, he didn't know what he would have done if he lost that.

Bight dipped his head with a smile across to the tiger, "Quite the daughter you have it sounds, one to be proud of,"

At Kotetsu's actions he couldn't help but touch his own ring, he knew well how important one could find such objects and what they meant. His thoughts lingering on that for a time before shaking his head as he looked back the exhausted tiger. With the senses of a tiger he had little doubt that Kotetsu had picked up on the scents of the warehouse, but with the exhaustion that had taken the tiger it was likely that he had not yet put the two together.

"Rest for now, when you wake perhaps we will see if there is not something more that can be done about your form,"

Kotetsu settled back down and gave a rumbly purr, but no words came with it. He didn't have to be told twice, a nap sounded wonderful right about then. He would probably notice more or get more in touch with his tiger abilities when he was more alert, later. For now, that couch was his.

Bight watched the resting tiger for a time before turning back to table in front of him, noting down a few thoughts on potential methods of reversal. Once noted he drew out his communicator and set to requesting the aid of any that had any magical insight into the problem at hand. Responding to those replies that he did get while the tiger slept.

By the time that the tiger likely awoke, Bight had turned his attention to creating a particular item, although it would likely longer to finish the enchantment, but a potentially useful one should the change draw out.

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