[After nearly two weeks and no weirdness on his part, Sigmund was starting to think he was going to escape for... however long this was going to last. After all, two weeks seemed to be a long time in Luceti terms. Unfortunately for him, it was not to be.
He just stepped out for a moment -- just to get things for breakfast while Capell and Katie were (maybe... hopefully... please) still asleep. It shouldn't have been a long trip, a half-hour at most. So, in true Liberator's luck fashion, he has to be right in the middle of the plaza when this weirdness catches up to him. Groceries, journal; everything that he was holding falls to the ground. This can happen when one suddenly finds themselves about four feet shorter and with flippers instead of hands.
Not being accustomed to suddenly turning into flightless feathered wildlife, it takes him a few moments of standing completely still to realize exactly what just happened to him. And then...]
EDWARD! [...!] No! Nevermind. Stay there. Don't touch me.
[And that's how there came to be an angry little penguin in the plaza that morning, alternately trying to kick and nudge scattered groceries back into a bag so that it can drag it home (nevermind that the bag weighs twice what it does) or futilely struggling to turn the damn journal off with a pen clutched in its beak. Mostly this is causing lots of scribbling and squawking and the odd shot of angry penguin.
So, so angry.]
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He just stepped out for a moment -- just to get things for breakfast while Capell and Katie were (maybe... hopefully... please) still asleep. It shouldn't have been a long trip, a half-hour at most. So, in true Liberator's luck fashion, he has to be right in the middle of the plaza when this weirdness catches up to him. Groceries, journal; everything that he was holding falls to the ground. This can happen when one suddenly finds themselves about four feet shorter and with flippers instead of hands.
Not being accustomed to suddenly turning into flightless feathered wildlife, it takes him a few moments of standing completely still to realize exactly what just happened to him. And then...]
EDWARD! [...!] No! Nevermind. Stay there. Don't touch me.
[And that's how there came to be an angry little penguin in the plaza that morning, alternately trying to kick and nudge scattered groceries back into a bag so that it can drag it home (nevermind that the bag weighs twice what it does) or futilely struggling to turn the damn journal off with a pen clutched in its beak. Mostly this is causing lots of scribbling and squawking and the odd shot of angry penguin.
So, so angry.]
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Mostly, she remembers the mallynapping.]
Sigmund?
[This is... okay, must not laugh, Katara. Must Not Laugh. And drawing on years of diplomatic experiences, she manages to do just that. It doesn't, however, negate the warmth in her tone.] I have to admit, this is not how I remember you.
That is happening. Capell is- [...you know, maybe he shouldn't tell her about Capell.]
Because it's hilarious. How does he think he's going to carry that?]
Capell is still here? Is there something wrong with him?
He isn't himself.
[So. Cute.]
...would you like me to help with that?
......
.........
Sure. Fine. He stops fighting with one of the handles on the bag and waddle-steps backward. Then he bows his head down and does a little preening.] If you wish.
But first you have to let me say how good it is to see you again... even if you are a penguin.
[Moving now. Hugging imminent.]
-...surely he's not gotten that much smaller?!]
Sorta. Okay, maybe she's grinning.]
As unexpected as your new form is, it's still good to see you. Let's work on getting you back home, then.
You should know - Capell is a child.
[And she starts to put the remaining groceries in the basket.]
And Edward is turning things to candy. [So yes. No capable adults left in the house.]
Did something happen?
They returned me and took me from a time far in the future of the Katara who was here. I don't think I'll be here long, it's probably part of the experiment. That's one of the reasons why I was so glad to see you.
That does explain. Uh. Some things, although he's not sure he'd be glad to see him again.] Not being here long would be a mercy.
...then again. Penguin. Heh. She knew how to handle this. She switches the way she's carrying the bag, supporting it now against her hip in that instinctive way all mothers carry children, and with her other hand simply extends it towards the snow in front of him. And an ice slide grows under her hand and follows as she walks.
...yes, doing this by simply holding out an arm is a significant indicator of control.]
No one deserves this.
He can't say that no one deserves this. Capell is so... happy and vibrant. But it's a lie. All a lie. It never happened. So he just looks away from her and scoots along, the world's shiftiest penguin.]
...so how have you been? Besides the obvious.
Apart from being the sole caretaker of two children and a man who turns everything he touches to candy? [Honestly, that should tell her more than anyone should ever have to know about how his homelife has been.]