Post by rogerrabbit on Nov 20, 2011 23:09:20 GMT -5
He might have been the first one to be really affected by the spell. Maybe it was because he was already kind of chaotic, so it wouldn't take much for what was essentially a chaos spell to take its effect on him. Everyone else was so wrapped up in their own transformations that they probably didn't notice the look of terror on Roger's face as he realized the couldn't move one of his legs, or when he reached out one of his hands, he had felt real bark. His eyes bugged out so much that they nearly fell out, which wasn't an unusual occurrence for him of course.
What was unusual was that he wasn't even given a chance to let out a melodramatic scream that wouldn't have been so melodramatic in this case. See, this spell worked very quickly, and by the time he was upright from discovering that his legs were bark, his mouth had only the chance to open slightly before that was all bark too. And there he stood, just a tree with a whole lot of signs that were warning everyone to keep away way too late.
But the thing was? Just because he was a tree didn't mean he didn't still have a brain, apparently. At least not now. Since there wasn't a personality to take over, there was just Roger, curled inside of the tree that was all that was left of him, and hearing everything, still wanting to scream...heck, wanting to scream even more as he heard the voice of his best friend, but hearing words that were definitely not coming from Plum...and death, he KNEW people were dying, and he couldn't even try to be the hero he knew he was capable of being.
He had no mouth, but he had to scream, so dang it, bark! You've gotta let me out of here, I...I need to...AHHHHHHHHHHHHH, HELLLLLLP! Yet no sound left him, because, y'know, he was a tree.
What was unusual was that he wasn't even given a chance to let out a melodramatic scream that wouldn't have been so melodramatic in this case. See, this spell worked very quickly, and by the time he was upright from discovering that his legs were bark, his mouth had only the chance to open slightly before that was all bark too. And there he stood, just a tree with a whole lot of signs that were warning everyone to keep away way too late.
But the thing was? Just because he was a tree didn't mean he didn't still have a brain, apparently. At least not now. Since there wasn't a personality to take over, there was just Roger, curled inside of the tree that was all that was left of him, and hearing everything, still wanting to scream...heck, wanting to scream even more as he heard the voice of his best friend, but hearing words that were definitely not coming from Plum...and death, he KNEW people were dying, and he couldn't even try to be the hero he knew he was capable of being.
He had no mouth, but he had to scream, so dang it, bark! You've gotta let me out of here, I...I need to...AHHHHHHHHHHHHH, HELLLLLLP! Yet no sound left him, because, y'know, he was a tree.