[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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[And she starts walking again, still bending that slide. It's not for you, Sigmund. It's for Capell and Katie and maybe even a little bit for Edward.]
Capell! What are you doing out? Get back inside!
[This would be somewhat more authoritative if he wasn't, y'know, a foot and a half tall.]
...privately wondering if Sigmund's forgotten he's currently a penguin.]
Apparently nowhere that he can see. There's only a lady and her strange black and white bird.]
Don't make him tell you again, Mister.]
Yes, she could help. But why would she when a few more moments won't kill the boy and this is so much more fun.]
Capell scrambles through the snow, back to the house.]
...Oh. Uh. Katara's still here watching him, isn't she?]
Are you going to invite me inside? Or do you plan on carrying it in the rest of the way yourself.
...I would appreciate the help.
After you. [A short pause.] So that was Capell, was it?
[She thinks she may need to keep him from attacking you. Or from thinking that you are attacking him.]
[Sigh. Just. Scooting his way over to the porch stairs and hopping up them now. Impressive little jumps, for a penguin.]
Nothing is as it should be. [Take that as you will.]
It's complicated. [This may be the most truthful thing he has ever said to her.]
[And with that charming sentence, she enters his home.]
[Diplomacy has, admittedly, never been Sigmund's strong suit.]
The kitchen is this way.
[But Katara follows him into the kitchen.]
...Oh. But.] I was getting those to feed him. If you don't mind.
Hey. I hear you like apples.
[And she holds one out to Capell.]
Almost he ducks back, but the lady is offering him an apple, so she must be nice. He shuffles fully into the kitchen and reaches for the apple.]
Yes, ma'am, I do.