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Who: Asbjørn & Ruby.
What: Moonpool hunting.
Where: Sobek Croix.
When: A week or so after Bad Blood.
Notes: Glow in the dark shenanigans!
Warnings: Partial nudity because swimming in moonpools.

Prior to the bad blood business, Asbjørn had learnt that there was something in the forest surrounding Sobek Croix, in that roundabout 'I heard it from a guy in a pub, who heard it from his sister's hairdresser' sort of way. The locals were wary. A few magic users he'd encountered, who had lived in the city for several years, had nudged each other and shared knowing looks. And thanks to being cooped up in his flat with nothing better to do than lick his wounds and read, a few books on local history and landmarks had hinted at interesting things.

...what's telling is that he took that information and decided a place widely rumoured to be haunted was best explored after dark. At some point during the day, Ruby would have gotten a text that read:

up for a late night forest adventure in sobek croix? i can promise food, good company and supernatural goings on. and only one of the last two things is me.

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"Yeah, I remember. And my hangover the next day." But he smiles fondly, placing a hand over hers and trying not to internally fuss over how cold it feels.

"You should probably know that I very seriously considered trying to seduce you." This is both true and trolling, judging by the impish little smile of her own. Ruby thinks it's probably about time they lighten the mood a bit, and after the implications of her own history--she thinks it's necessary.

Sometime, she decides, she'll tell him.

But not tonight, not least because she really is freezing.

Asbjørn's face lightens into an almost-laugh, before quickly sobering into faux-seriousness. "Really. And do you think I'd be so easy to seduce?"

He can vaguely remember a discussion about conquering mountains. Vaguely.

She thinks about that question, and meanders closer. A hand on his shoulder turns to both arms around him, and Ruby pressed up against him, with a lazier edge to the curve of her mouth.

"I don't know. Maybe I just think I'm really good at seducing."

Madam. Leave the bear-man alone and put your clothes on.

Well, if arms are being put around, Asbjørn sees no reason not to circle Ruby with his own. Or pull her close. At least it solves the problem of freezing? He does tend to run warmer than most.

"We could have a problem, then," he says, voice still playful, "because I consider enabling one of my finer qualities."

That warmth feels really good, as does the person attached to it, and so Ruby stays right where she is. "In that case, you're going to have to take me back to yours, because under no circumstances am I going to go about it while we are likely to be caught and arrested by Hellsing."

She doesn't actually think Hellsing would care about two twenty-somethings getting naked in their neighborhood, but there remains the possibility of getting caught.

For a moment he does a quick calculation in his head. "It's either a walk and two El-trains, or--" and he looks behind him, "--following the forest to where Salacus Fields and Howl Barrow border."

He's being efficient, not eager. Honest.

"Since I'm currently kind of glow-in-the-dark Ruby, I think we'd better pick the second option." People will stare. She considers retreating to fetch her dress and cardigan, but there's something very important that she has to do first.

That something is delicately reach up and playfully bite the underside of Asbjørn's jaw...though it ends up being closer to his throat, really.

(She just couldn't help but notice the angling was perfect.)

"Let's go."

"Ah-" It's not a noise of protest, although a little surprised. He kisses her in retaliation, teeth briefly nipping at lower lips.

Then, rather impulsively, he decides on something.

"What if we could get there even faster? But it involved me changing."

It's sort of a test and also because he wants Ruby to really see him, all of him, before things go further.

She's never seen him changed, and it's something she's been curious about for a while. So she nods, eyes a little wide. Part of her can't believe this is actually happening, and although the initial anxiety has somewhat faded, her heart is still beating fast.

"I'm game. What would we do?"

"You put clothes on, I take clothes off. We can stuff most of it into the backpack although I'm not sure about the boots. I'm not too broken up about losing a few articles of clothing, I'm used to it by now. Then you carry that and I carry you."

He pulls away a bit, already fiddling with his jeans. "Sound good?"

"Seriously?" Her expression splits with a pleased grin, clearly delighted with the idea. "I'll go get dressed."

She withdraws far enough to retrieve her dress and cardigan, slipping the first on with relative ease. Her socks and boots are nearby, and she makes sure to check inside them for errant spiders before putting them on.

While Ruby tends to that, Asbjørn starts on his own little set of tasks: wringing his jeans out as much as possible, rolling his clothes up tight and squishing them into the backpack along with a jar of moonlight, emptying the thermos because the extra weight isn't necessary. His boots get tied together by the laces and left to the side.

"Okay, that's the bag there. It shouldn't be too heavy." The last thing to be removed and tucked into a side-pocket are his boxers. Then he stands up, turned away slightly, getting his breathing rhythmical, arms swinging.

"Ready?"

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She situates the backpack against her side, and nods, once.

"Ready."

Ruby can't help but be really interested in how this is going to look, though she hopes it doesn't hurt him too much.

Asbjørn has been on the edge of human and bear states almost since they got here, so this change will be swift. There's a sound of bones cracking and it's similar to nature documentaries where the growth of trees is sped up for the camera --because that's exactly what's happening. He needs to grow just under four feet in a matter of minutes, which means bones need to disjoint and knit together again rapidly. Half-way through the transformation, he falls foward and lands on paws instead of hands.

At the same time, tattoos begin to disappear between darkened skin and white fur until, at last, everything finishes forming and there's a very large polar bear where a man once was.

He gives off a rumbling, gruff sound, before turning and padding around to where Ruby is.

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Ho-ly God.

Hearing about it was no preparation for seeing it. The change itself is enough to make her gasp, wide-eyed, because it looks (and sounds) so brutal. Being confronted with his changed self is another matter entirely, and Ruby clasps her hands over her mouth, looking at Asbjørn with an expression that is...kind of impressed, frankly. There is a little moment of reminding herself that she's confronted with one of the largest, most intimidating beasts out there, but--

It's still him, and she trusts him.

She reaches for him, straightening the bag on her back, and moves to his side.

"That was amazing."

She's assuming he can still understand her--pretty sure, anyway.

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A large head is butted gently against her stomach in response. Yes, he still understands. The bear is always present when he's human and the human is always present when he's bear.

Asbjørn circles around Ruby, a protective gesture rather than a predatory one, smelling the smells of the forest, of other animals and humans or humanoids. Satisfied, he nudges her side with his own. Which is the closest equivalent he's got to direct her to hop on.

It's telling that when she does so, it's without much hesitation. It does take her a moment or two to figure out how best to go about it, as this is not exactly like riding a horse, but she manages.

(She just hopes she doesn't fall off, and presumably his strength will forgive how tightly she hangs on.)

At least he starts off slowly, unused to bearing the weight of an extra person. When he's certain Ruby is able to stay on, and he becomes more comfortable with his movements, he starts to pick up the pace. It's not quite a run but it's significantly more than a slow plod.

It won't take them long to reach the end of the forest at this rate.

Ruby thinks this is probably something not even other people in Baedal can say they've done, and in this place, that's rare. When they do reach the end of the forest, she reminds herself that she can let go a little and doesn't need to grip onto him so tightly.

She slides off his back, booted feet landing on the ground.

"Unreal," she mutters, a touch amused at her own delight.

After a moment or so, the change back starts to happen. This one is slower and it is more painful (the moonpools aren't nearby, and while he could take the first shift and the damage to his ribs in stride, twice takes its toll) although he was built to cope with this. As his bones start to crack, the fur shrink and his vocal chords reform into human--

"--argh," he manages through gritted teeth, wincing. He remains on all fours, pre-emptively saying, "I'm okay, I'm okay," between gasps.

"...okay," she says, uncertainly. Ruby sets the bag down, though, and crouches down next to Asbjørn. She can't help feeling a little worried; he's used to this, but she's not at all. "Can I do anything to help?"

"...pants?" Speaking of casual nudity. He pushes himself off the ground until he's upright, kneeling.

"It's a natural pain. Getting in fights and not being able to change as often as I'd like makes it a little worse. But I'll be fine." And he smiles in reassurance.

"Right. Yes." Excuse the blushing. She quickly retrieves clothing from his bag, offering it. Ruby realizes, now that they're near the street lamps and city lights, she still has a bit of accumulated glow from the moonpools. Ruby kind of hopes a shower will take care of that eventually, but for now...

It's kind of cool.

His legs creak audibly as he gets up, turning away slightly and managing to slide on still very damp jeans. Glow-in-the-dark jeans at that.

When Asbjørn's finally dressed, sans boots which he'll go back and get in a day or so, he turns to Ruby. "Ready. Don't worry about sticking out in Howl Barrow. We'll be more likely to get asked what theatre troupe we're part of than looked at weird."