Issue 1 Downtime

Nailah is lieing on the grass, soaking up the late afternoon sun. She's still rather monstrous, though her hands seem mostly back to normal and her frame seems less bulky. She's also trying to stop herself from watching the birds in the distance through almost entirely closed eyes.


((Open))

Steph caught Nailah's scent from a distance and decided to go over and formally apologize. Though her first reaction to the scent was a low growl that she quickly suppressed. Shortly afterwards, she spotted where Nailah was lounging.

"Hi Professor Weaver..." she said a bit hesitantly. Her own body was still quite a bit bulkier than normal--just a bit more "wild" really, as she still hasn't been able to fully force her way back to human form quite yet

"Miss Kaltiera." she says, opening her eyes and getting up on her front paws. "I do believe after what we've been through you can call me Nailah outside of class."

She smirked, "Old habits die hard...Nailah."

"That's what I stopped over to chat about. Just wanted to apologize for things that were said, blood that was shed. I know we....weren't exactly ourselves, but still."

"Apology accepted if you accept mine. I was probably enjoying myself a little too much there."

"I think we both were," she agreed. "And of course."

She sat down on the grass near Nailah. "How are you feeling since we got back?"

"Better. Been allowing myself to enjoy this with a clearer head."

"Enjoying the new form then? The enhanced senses are certainly a change if you haven't had them before," she smiled.

"I preferred having the muddled head. Less crushing guilt over losing all semblance of control over my wilder side," she sighed. "And I'm still way too wolfy for my tastes. Might have to break down and go hunting or something."

"Enjoying it in the sense of a vacation, maybe. I'll be glad when I'm back to normal. But I can certainly see the appeal, as long as I get to keep my wits about myself."

"Well that's good," she smiled. "I'm just glad to be back at home with everyone accounted for."

"I suppose my plan to lure you away from the others did work. Somewhat."

"And here I thought you just wanted to wrassle," she chuckled.

"Last time I wrestled a werewolf someone got rather jealous."

"You do it regularly?" she smirked.

"I try not to make a habit of it." she smirks.

"I sparred with Nate." she adds to clarify.

"There are certainly better habits to try and form," she joked.

"Have you talked to any of the others? I don't know John very well but he seemed...particularly affected."

"He seemed mostly okay on the plane. Better than me certainly."

"I think you broke Trev," she smirked.

"Oh goddess... I really need to apologize to Mister Anderson."

"Oh he'll be fine. But I'm sure he'll appreciate the gesture."

"He better!" she growls before going into a chuckle.

Stephanie laughed. "It is sort of fun to watch him squirm uncomfortably, I know."

"I never said that. That would be incredibly inappropriate."

"I've known him since he was a freshman in high school. Imagine the awkward moments now, turned up to ten, and all the time, not just moments."

"I should put on my best precog face and tell him that it gets better. Because you just know it would if he believes it." she smirks.

"I forgot you were a precog. No wonder you were so hard to fight."

"The extra muscles helped. A little." she smirks.

"They usually do. Until you accidentally rip off door handles or otherwise break things."

"Oh I'll be glad to be rid of them. More trouble than they're worth."

Stephanie smiled in agreement, "and I when these fangs get back to normal. You think biting your tongue hurts normally?"

She sighed and stretched, looking at her watch. "I should probably go though. I feel like I put half my class in detention today, and we decided to let Tommy watch them. Should probably check to make sure they haven't lit anything on fire or tied him up."

"Good catching up, Nailah," she smiled, rising.