#v:shifter

[thenavajovalleyhandler]

Shifters || schwartzkatz

The park was in ruins. Luckily though, she was able to get a job with the Smithsonian and it was an amazing opportunity. She worked well there, authenticating and studying the remains they had as well as working on her thesis for her doctorate in paleobiology. It would be amazing! The study on the modern analogues and how she was able to actually work with the real thing... well, as close as they could get to the real thing. But then she was told she was being sent to New York to set up an exhibit there, stuff that was on loan from the Natural History Museum. Oh great. But fine. She’d go to New York.

And when she arrived, she found the whole thing in disarray. Well damn. And the stress made her anxious and after her accident at the park... she couldn’t handle a lot of outside stimulus. So when the assistants pressured her about the marks on her face, the whole debacle at the park, she thought about being small enough to run away. And she was. She was a compsygnathus and she bit each of the assistants, knocking them out easily before running off through the museum and out onto the street nearby. Chirping in the alley, she put her tiny, clawed hands over her face and snorted, her tail coming around her legs. But then she caught a whiff of something and immediately turned her head, getting defensive seeing a cat. Hissing, she showed her claws and bared her teeth, hoping it would scare the cat away.

@schwartzkatz

[thenavajovalleyhandler]

Interesting Shift in Life|| loki-thetrickstergod

Three years. Three years she’d been traveling back and forth between America and Isla Nublar. She’d made friends in Costa Rica that would take her there and back from the island when she called. But Dr. Alexandra Grady was something of an oddity. She was special in many ways: the scars on her body from a raptor attack, the knowledge she possessed, and the ability she gained from a lab accident on Isla Nublar.

The paleobiologist went back to the island multiple times a year to check in on the dinosaurs after the fall of the park. And since she was able to blend in, she wasn’t in any danger. But one day she didn’t think would come, finally came when a ship from the sky came and... landed on the island.

Of course she took the form of a pteronadon and flew to the site, landing in the field and surveying the ship in front of her. The dinosaurs that were in the field ran from the ship and took defensive stances around their young. Who were these people, and what would they do to her animals? She shifted back to her human form and hid behind one of the trees, watching the area.

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[thenavajovalleyhandler]

Cretaceous Thunder||the-one-worthy-thor

@the-one-worthy-thor

The Island had gone under, the events more than what they could come back from. The woman still had issues with an accident that happened to her while on the island but she was working through life with it. The accident, left her with an ability to shift her form into the animals she used to work around.

And as she was visiting a museum in New York to deal with authenticating and putting together a fossil, she felt something odd around her. She’d seen news about the team of superheroes that were near New York, but she never thought that anything would come of it. But with them around, maybe if anything happened with her... they’d be able to do something about her.

As she was in the museum, she heard something going on in the park outside. Her head began to buzz and her muscles tensed and she knew what was going to happen. She’d experienced it while she was on the island, but she thought it might not happen anymore. So she made her way out into the park and felt her body shift. In the park there was an animatronic exhibit for dinosaurs and she was lucky she could make the shift and in a way, blend in.

Soon enough, a giant T-Rex was walking around the exhibit and she made her way through the park, throwing her head back and letting out a roar.

[xyeager]

     This is for the best.  This is to keep everyone safe, to learn how to control yourself.  You get in, you get information, you kill them, you get out.

     A shaky breath slides between chapped lips as Eren lets his gaze settle on a familiar figure, arms folded behind his back like he's some kind of regal ambassador for evil.  --Okay, Eren's not being fair, but dammit, he doesn't think he needs to be.  After all the hell that he's been through because of Bertholdt, Annie, Reiner--all of them, he's entitled to a little bit of rage every now and again.

     "I'm here," he spits, the venom in his voice barely concealed (and hard to not notice).  "Let me be clear in saying I'm not here for your stupid warrior cause or whatever.  I just need... people like me to teach me.  So I stop regressing and start progressing." Eren can't bring himself to look Bertholdt in the eye as he speaks, some sort of heavy guilt for defecting weighing on his chest.

[xyeager]

You're a monster, Eren.

     He scoops up a handful of water and splashes it against his face, breathing hard as he tries to steady himself from the nightmare.  It's been years since something so terrifying has plagued him, the idea of losing control... Eren had been fine.  He'd been doing fine--and then, all of a sudden, everything came crumbling around him.

You'll murder everyone you love because you can't control yourself.

     "Fuck!"

     His fist slams into the mirror in front of him, shattering his reflection, cracking his composure.  He can still feel Mikasa's limp body in his hand, taste Armin's blood on his tongue.  A shiver goes up his spine, and he retreats into himself, sliding into the floor with a strangled sob.

Humanity will come to an end because of you.

     "Shut up, just shut the fuck up!"

     He wants to pretend like his doesn't know the voice.  Like it doesn't belong to a certain blonde with piercing blue eyes that always struck him to his very core.  Like the woman who had that voice wasn't part of the reason he was so fucked up.

     She killed her comrades first.  She tried to wipe out humanity before him, she--

     Eren curls his knees to his chest and disregards the fact that there are glass shards in his hand, or that Levi will have his ass for bleeding everywhere.  It's not important right now.  Maybe later, when he's moved on from the dream and can relax, but for now, he's not worried about himself for that.

Come with us, Eren.

We'll teach you how to control yourself.

     Could they really?  They could do it, after all.  He'd watched her retain full control of herself in every situation, human or titan, and he envied her to some extent.  The idea that he could be just as controlled as she could was... tempting.  Practice was the only way to get better; he'd found that out years ago.

     But could he turn his back on humanity?  If he didn't get better with their help, he would end up losing control completely.  He could kill everyone, become just another mindless person-eating beast.  Eren couldn't take that.

Come with us, Eren.

     He had to get better.  Without control, he would be useless.  Eren knew that by switching sides, even as a "spy" by his thought process, he would be declared the enemy.  Would Levi kill him?  Mikasa?  Armin?  The people he'd come to rely on?  Call his friends?

We'll protect you.  We'll teach you.

     "To hell with this."

     He pushes himself up from the floor and washed out the glass shards as best he can before bandaging his hand.  Eren takes essentially nothing with him--just enough bread and water to last until he gets to their hideout, or whatever the fuck it's called.  He'll have to make it past security somehow, but he'll manage.  He always has before.

Come home, Eren.