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[ Minho has been spending most of his time in the Drabwurld just sort of... observing and exploring. Because he's been working to make a better map for the arrivals to use, and has been trying to figure out what would be the best way to go about sharing it. Would something over this weird network work? Who knows.

But he's gotten a little distracted by the whole feathers thing, and has been having a time of figuring them out. He appears on the feed for both courts with one of the little feathers pinched between thumb and forefinger, turning it back and forth. ]

So, before I came here, there wasn't any such thing as magic. It was all science, no... powers, or whatever. [ Thomas and Teresa's telepathy aside, considering that was science, too. ] Gotta say, this's pretty interesting.

[ Except then there's a distressed bleating - behhh! - and Minho snorts abruptly, sticking the feather behind his ear and reaching down out of the amulet's view to pick up... well, what looks like a small deer. ] Except for the part where a certain someone hasn't figured out how to turn back into a person, but y'know. Jeez, greenie...

[ But he turns his attention back to the world at large, nestling the fawn in his muscled arms. ] Anyways. The feathers are literally, like, everywhere. But has anyone figured out what all they do, or found anything else while picking 'em up? Like new places or some klunk.

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[ this is not what thomas was planning on happening, okay! he was just. exploring. he was just really curious about the dumb feathers and what they did, and he'd picked it up a little too close to his dinner and, boom. thomas, plus feather, equals tiny, unhappy deer. it took him ten minutes to stand up on his tiny deer legs and he continued to flop over on the ground on his stomach, limbs splayed out, and thomas felt utterly too much like when he'd just come out of the box and way too much like a deer. so he'd given into letting minho carry him, and he flops his legs over his huge arms, making an unhappy, pathetic "behhhh" noise and butting his head into minho's bicep. life is hard. ]

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[ Thomas really, you should know better by now than to touch things. But, no, that lesson was never one that was taught to their fearless co-leader, and Minho just looks down at him in fond exasperation as he makes a pathetic noise up at him again. ]

Yeah, yeah. Poor little shank, doesn't know what to do with himself.

[ He scratches blunt fingernails against his forehead, shaking his head slowly. ] Sorta fittin', though.

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[ shhhh like minho can even talk thomas huffs--that motion at least comes through as a deer--and tucks his head into his arm, like he's hiding his face. he feels like an idiot and mostly he just feels this really weird, insatiable urge to eat grass. at least the scratches are nice. but he makes an offended noise and jerks his head up to look at him, because it is not fitting! ]

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[ Minho is not the deer, thank you.

Angling his head down to look at Thomas while he hides in his bicep, he pets his head carefully when he jerks up to sulk visibly at him. ]

Is too. With them big ol' doe eyes of yours. [ He didn't even need him to speak to know what that look was for. He knows Thomas so well now. ]

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[ those are minor details. thomas attempts to give him a sour look, but it sort of fails considering his tiny, cute, deer face; he bleats pathetically and drops his head again, now doubly embarrassed. at least the petting feels nice. not that he's supposed to be enjoying it. still, he'd been communicating mentally with teresa for a little bit now, so he probably could with minho, too. ] That's not funny.

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It's a little funny. [ A lot funny. Of course Thomas is stuck this way until he coughs up the feather or the magic wears off. He's not really that concerned, because other than being small and adorable and even more clumsy, Tommy's fine.

For the most part.

Even if he's sulking. ] You'll be fine, dude.

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I'm an animal of prey in a kingdom full of monsters, Min. [ need he remind you about that giant werewolf beast min. he huffs and sighs and his ears flop down and everything is awful. ] What if I'm stuck like this forever? [ what if frypan or gally showed up. hey guys, here's thomas! your fearless leader is now a deer. leadeer. this is the worst. ]

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And they would never be able to come within five feet of you. [ His tone is grim and serious, a complete 180 from his earlier teasing. Because to hell with the giant werewolf beast - things went south, but they survived, didn't they?

And he's not going to let anything happen to Thomas. Not again. ]

Seriously, we'll figure it out. We'll even go to the rulers if we have to.

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[ thomas bleats sadly, but it at least it's a little less pathetic than the last time around. he knows. (and is 100% touched by it, but that's minho for you.) ] I don't know, I bet they'd just turn us into bugs or something. [ yes, he is still a little hurt about that whole raonil thing, okay. he lost his soldiers, he was a bad leader. thomas huffs pathetically and mushes his tiny little deer face into minho's bicep ] It has to go back eventually, right? I can't believe this is happening.

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They didn't turn us into anything even when they found out what happened. [ Minho lets Thomas hide, rubbing at the back of his head with a big palm while he thinks. He feels sorry, for what happened. Wishes that it hadn't.

But they were out of their element in a different way than they were used to. Next time, it's not going to happen. And they'll show the rulers that, if they have to. ]

I figure there's only so much power to those little feathers, y'know? 'cause they're so small, there's no way they're powerhouses.

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Not yet. [ morosely. ] We haven't had a meeting with them yet. She specifically told me to make her proud. [ maybe that's a little bit of thomas's old WICKED self sneaking out. he used to always be eager to please--now he doesn't really know what he is while he's here. it's weird being under someone again. ] Yeah. I just want to go back to normal. [ this is a sad, pathetic thomas. he behhhs unhappily and tucks his face into his bicep. ]

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You fought to the best of your abilities and did what you could. Even with the odds against you.

[ There's a little pinch of his fingers behind one of his ears, but it's nothing meant to cause pain. Just a small reprimand, since he can't quite bring himself to cuff a deer upside the head. ]

We'll get you back to normal. Promise, Tommy.

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[ he puffs a little sigh, but it's tiny and stupid and a deer sigh. ] I hate magic. [ and you thought thomas was a complainer before, let me tell you ]

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Yeah, can't really say I'm all too fond of it, either.

[ Yeah he's even more of a complainer. Minho doesn't even bat an eye, just carrying him off to walk around with his bundle of deer held protectively in his arms. ]

But hey, surrounded by it now.

[greenies]

It's stupid. It doesn't make any sense. There's no explanation for any of the stuff that happens here--it just happens. [ seriously, at least in the glade, everything was there because... ...well because thomas put it there. awkward. ears flopping uselessly to the side, thomas lets minho carry him about. ] Where are we going?

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There's probably an explanation, but we're just going to have to find it. Like we always have to. [ Like with the Glade. Like with the Scorch. Like with Denver. Like when they got to Paradise.

They'd figure it out, because they were chosen for more than just their immunity to the Flare, and he wouldn't stop until he'd gotten some kind of understanding of it. ]

We're gonna go look around. Not far, really, 'cause that'd be stupid. But just around.

[greenies]

To the magic? Because there's no program in the entire world that can turn people into deer.

[ behhhhhh. pathetic behhhh. still, thomas looks a little more interested at the idea of adventure, and his ears perk a little more. ]

Be careful with the feathers. [ it's a little jokingly, though. maybe minho cheered him up a little. ] I don't think they all do the same thing.

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Magic isn't a program, you and I both know that. But there's gotta be some kind of system to it.

[ There we go, that's better. Minho continues carrying him without a care in the world, because he doesn't weigh a shuck thing in his arms. Beefcake. ]

Shot a fireball with mine, earlier. And then I decided to stop shucking around with it so that I didn't do something stupid.

[greenies]

It'd be easier if it was. [ if you haven't noticed thomas does not handle not knowing how to do things very well. thomas lets out a shocked little bleat at that-- ] Wait, you had fire powers? That sounds terrifying. [ and he was responsible with them! thomas is so proud. ]

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Way, way easier. 'n I wasn't even the one with programing knowledge or anything.

[ He still doesn't know the extents of what Thomas did. But then again, he doesn't care. That Thomas is long gone, and this is the one that he'll protect with his life.

Except he makes an amused noise, now. ]

After you get set on fire once in your life, you kinda garner a little respect for the stuff.

[greenies]

[ well--at least thomas doesn't know, either. what he remembers from the changing is fuzzy, and he could ask teresa about it but. he won't. thomas lifts his little deer head and presses his fuzzy cheek into minho's shoulder, near where the scars from the lightning strike had nearly killed him. thomas had refused to leave him, and if he had to go back, he'd do it all again. after all? minho was the best friend thomas could ever ask for, the only person in the world thomas truly trusted. ] Yeah. I get it. [ he bleats again, but it's quieter. at least he can make little animal noises for things he can't say. ]

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[ Quiet for a little while, walking and seemingly aimless - but Minho is never, truly, aimless - he quirks the slightest bit of a smile as he feels the gesture of affection and support pressed to scarred and ruined skin. He can still feel the sensation, but it's different on his unmarred skin than it is his scarred.

He angles his head a little, presses his cheek onto the top of Thomas'. ]

Never did thank you, I don't think. But we're more action than words, aren't we? [ It was every man for himself, and yet Thomas had come back for him without question. And he would do the same, no matter what happened, after he'd come back the first and only time he'd run away. ]