[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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She doesn't interrupt, just waits for him to take the apple or... oh no.]
Don't be scared.
Capell looks over at the penguin, where his father's voice came from. Nice lady told him not to be scared, but there is a penguin who sounds like his father. Buh?]
F-father?
This isn't permanent. I still expect you to mind me.
But she crouches down gracefully in front of Capell, sweeping her hair to the side so that he can see her face clearly.]
You don't have to be afraid. You already know that this place isn't like home, and that strange things can happen here, don't you? He's still your father, no matter what he looks like. And you're still safe, no matter what it feels like right now. You believe me, don't you?
[This is all delivered in the calmest, most rational 'You can believe me, I'm right' tone possible, full of confidence and warmth.]
Y-yes, ma'am.
It's alright. It was just a little accident. It's silly, isn't it?
Mollified for the moment, Capell accepts the apple from Katara.] Will you be okay, father?
I'll just put these groceries away where you can reach them, all right Capell?
Thank you, ma'am. [He gives her a shy smile.]