15847/Howling Rock

Howling Rock
Date of Scene:	12 September 2023
Location:	Rock of Eternity
Synopsis:	Belinda's fisrt visit to the Rock of Eternity! Things go slightly askew, but all is saved with the healthy application of Thunderbolt Therapy!
Cast of Characters:	Billy Batson, Freddy Freeman, Belinda Gutierrez

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Billy Batson has posed:
Billy Batson gets on his phone after receiving a phone call. "Freddy, Belinda wants to say hola and see the Rock. Go get cleaned up and get over here. Bring some hot pockets. We're out again. Okay, Here she comes. Gotta go!" He settles into his throne and tries to look regal. Then he throws the empty jug of Mountain Dew into the trash can.

Freddy Freeman has posed:
Freddy can pass into the Rock of Eternity from anywhere. He's wearing battered bluejeans that constitute his dress jeans because they don't have any holes in them, and his favorite Nicks T-shirt. His left elbow in clasped by his crutch and his left hand grasps the handle of the crutch. In his right hand is a plate of Hot Pockets still steaming from the microwave.

He crutch-walks deeper into the cavernous Rock. "Sup, Billy," Freddy with says with utter enthusiasm, as he walks with a rapid, energetic gait.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
A place beyond places. Ancient beyond words. Old beyond time. As if all the world were condensed to this single point of reality, and then made to be /more/. So much the same as home, yet so different; Belinda finds the Change coming to her without willing it, coming so much easier this time, simpler-- it just comes. No breaking bones, unravelling flesh, tearing skin. Clothing melts away, vanishing rather than shredding before the change in height and size; Reality and the picture of one's truest self, rather than what the world beyond percieves it to be.

Poetry. And to the keen senses of the wolf, Silverdane, Belinda stumbles only briefly in her step before striding anew. So many warmths, differencves, freshnesses, scents! Humming the tunes to Bob Seiger, she strides for the main throne hall as she moves. Catchy!

"Awooo?" Belinda/Silverdane calls hesitantly, peering around the corner. "Am..." She pauses, grimacing as she reaches up, turns her head away. A faint *crunch* of jaw, being reset. "I am here! Am..." Pause, sigh, stepping around corner and into the light. "....er. Am fuzzier. Is normal?"

Billy Batson has posed:
Billy Batson gets up and stares. His eyebrows about hit the ceiling. He's seen Silverdane and she is a marvelous creature. Then again, she's a darling friend. He flies off the seat to her and takes a shot. "You changed going to the portal... I'm sorry. The Rock messes with magic. I had another friend turned back into their human form. Well, here's Freddy. Let's have some lunch and we can exit in my place and you can try to change back there. Sorry Moon Puppy." He floats up off the floor to Silverdane's eye level and gives her a hug. Yes she is fuzzy. "Let me try to fix this before you tell Nettie,"

Freddy Freeman has posed:
The young, be-crutched godling turns around when he realizes Billy is talking to someone other than him. A look of shock fills his face like, well, like a lightning strike. "Holy shit! What the full moon is going on here?" To his credit, he manages not to spill the plate of Hot Pockets. Freddy really likes Hot Pockets. Especially the pepperoni ones. Those are his favorite.

His brother just hugged the humanoid wolf so it must be friend, not foe. He starts to advance, crutch-walking his way closer to the two friends. "So, um, hi. I'm Freddy." He stands there peer curiously at Silverdane for a few long moments. A speechless Freddy is one for the record books.

Then: "You like Hot Pockets? They're pepperoni."

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Silverlinda (Belidane?) giggles laughter, gift bag at her side as she extends an arm around Billy and hugging tight. "No mind," she promises, grinning with delighted good cheer. "Is still good to be here!" Her voice becomes more confident as she speaks; more words, more syllables enter her vocabulary as tensions ease. "Never come to the Rock before. Was not sure what it would do; is like great experiment!"

Releasing Billy, she kneels down, removing the gym bag from her arm before extending it as an offering. And idly, absently, deftly reaching for Hot Pocket! "Gracias," she affirms to Freddy, beaming with-- pause. Ahem. No teeth. Nodding with relish instead! "Am good cook myself sometimes," she offers, dipping her head. "Is only proper to bring good foods as visiting guest. Cornbread!" She hums innocently, eyes dancing. "And salsa. /Good/ salsa, not from New York bottle!"

Devour Hot Pocket. Open mouth, insert meaty pastry, swallow. GONE.

".....needs spice," she suggests, smacking her lips carefully.

Billy Batson has posed:
Speed of Mercury! Billy blurs to a kitchen area. He blurs back with a bottle of Frank's. He puzzles over the next move. "This is Silverdane. I told Freddy someone else was coming. I guess she got held up. Excuse me gotta do this." He tossles the apex predator and rubs her ruff. He doesn't exactly out her. But face it, the deal is blown. Freddy not stupid, far from it. "Come have a seat. I'll make you some cocoa and you and Freddy can talk."

happens when she turns back? A jogging outfit would be distracting enough. He blurs again and returns with plates, utnensils, and a hoodie and sweats just in case her clothes didn't make it.

Freddy Freeman has posed:
Even in his mortal form, some of the Wisdom of Solomon gets through to him. So yeah, there are easier people to fool than Freddy for sure. "Oh? OH! You're...okay, I get it." He looks Silverdane up and down and nods. "That is bad ass. An actual werewolf. I thought they were just in the movies. It's cool t'meet you."

Freddy takes a load off by having a seat. He sets his crutch down on the floor next to him. "Also," he intones in a clearly teasing, playful tone of voice, "Pepperoni Hot Pockets are nature's perfect food." He closes his eyes sagely as he takes a bite. "Oh tho goo'," he says with his mouth full. He can't help it. Dude loves pepperoni Hot Pockets.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Thankfully, gratefully, Belinda is in her full Silverdane outfit-- unitard, sleek lavender and black over the natural silver and grey in her furred frame-- her domino mask safely in the pouch at her hip pouch, she settles to her haunches with reverent good cheer. Blink-- Billy is gone! Blink again-- he is back! Sharp ears perking over her head, she scents at the air visibly, stifling a giggle anew as she nods.

"Actual werewolf," she agrees with Freddy, faint blush well-hidden beneath cheek fur. "Did not come as wolf," she remarks conversationally, rumbled breath exhaled as she very-carefully does NOT look too hard at the remaining Hot Pockets. Because they might vanish into mighty jaws forever if she inhales too hard! Instead, she unzips the gym bag, removing a simple plasticware bowl covered in tinfoil from inside. "But, as Billy said.... Rock. Does strange things sometimes. So--" She gestures, taking herself in. "Was always this way. So-- werewolf, pretending to be human?" She taps her chin, affecting every thoughtful appearance. "It is Philosophy!"

Billy Batson has posed:
Billy Batson breathes deeply and wonders how he didn't notice the Silverdane outfit before. That was a relief. All though... "I brought some clothes for you, just in case, Belinda. Do you want to try to change back? We put some curtains up over there in case someone wanted a nap." Belinda will soon realize Billy is maker her hot cocoa with a packaged mix.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Thank sharp noses! Belinda doesn't even need to see Billy's workings to know when he open the package; her nose quivers as she steals in the scent, the gentle wafting of air through the Rock carrying the smell fresh to her senses. "I... er... Had a bath." She coughs gently, ears slanting back as she glances away. "...Gotham Harbor," she adds sheepishly. "Slippery concrete. Lucky for life preserver ring!"

She sets out cornbread, a quick sniff checking, assuring that the warmth still remains. Fresh-made! "Have you been--" She gestures at the air vaguely, fluttering her fingers. "--doing hero-things long? Come recently, after time, or... Casting pods one day, and suddenly 'zappo!'?"

Billy Batson has posed:
Billy Batson sets out the mugs. "Sorry it isn't the made from scratch kind." He favors his guest with an ear scratch. Yes, a quarter ton killing machine. But also Belinda underneath. "I really am a little worried about this change you had." It's not a matter of Nettie being angry with him. More a matter of he'd take a bullet for his friend. He needs to put a warning label on those little cards.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Belinda bites back a giggle, leaning into the ear-ruffle appreciatively. "It is thought that counts," she reassures, accepting the mug with a careful, gentle grasp. "She sniffs atthe liquid up close, cherishing the fragrance. "When growing up," she explains, "We often did not have regular things. So much was processed, or prepackaged, or..." She sighs, exhaling wistfully before a careful sip.

Which turns into an *almost* hidden lapping of tongue at the surface. Mouth just not made for proper drinking from cup!

She nods, turning her focus aloft. "As I understand," she says carefully, stroking a thick thumb along her mug's edge. "I am... Natural? Am not werewolf by curse, or spell, or affliction." She broods over the matter for a moment, thinking. "Have always been this way. Works with Rock, somehow?"

Experiment!

Billy Batson has posed:
Billy BatsonSays, "I want to try something. This will be noisy, I transform in a bolt of lightning. The lightning is mostly magic. It could jump start your transformation. It will not hurt you. I have hugged people and transformed. It knows a friend. But it is loud and bright and... ears. Anyway... I will close my eyes in case of any malfunctions. My hands on your back should do it. You might even like this." He gives her another hug and shuts his eyes, just in case. "Shazam!"

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
The wolfwoman listens with care, nodding after a heartbeat's quick hesitation. She purses her lips, closing her own eyes in turn-- ears flattening, just in case! Though brief fluttering thoughts are stilled-- she steels nerve, bracing against the coming storm. Then that strange word, unlike any ever heard before. Greek? Latin? What language--

Light. Skyfire. Power. An instant, a flash swifter than thought itself, and every nerve explodes into sensation, into being. Every sense fires, every thought bursts with fury, with verve.

She can hear her blood, racing through her veins.

Scent the air, the stone. Timeless, ancient, the age of the Rock, the earth.

Can feel. Feel the cloth brushing her skin, the silk and leather and lycra and satin. Warmth of torches distant, warmth of breath nearby, warmth of blood, both without and within.

Agony, familiar and like nothing ever known before. And ecstasy-- it is the wildest feeling in the world, and she feels like a vessel, suddenly surging, overwhelming, the shock of ignition and the rage of a nova's fire--!

Lightning! Power! Magic! Skyfire!

The world turns white; a breath intaken. Just as swiftly as it comes, it goes; power exhaled.

And quivering, reeling, Belinda in human guise, human frame, quivers where she stands, tingling as the tiny crackles of energy continue to play in ragged, slender electric strips across her frame, playing from high to low, grounding in the eternal solidity of the Rock.

"Dios!" she breathes-- hair utterly, totally standing on end. "What a /rush/!"

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Shaking feet (and hair standing on end!), Belinda exhales shakily, quivering from tips to toes as she forces her body downm from tiptoe. Biting her lip, she exhales again, drawing in the air. The world tigles-- every NERVE tingles! --but as magic lightning fades, she pants with a rush of breath.

"Thank you!" she adds, quivering with a silly grin. And quick check-- clothes, jacket, everything intact!

"Not that I mind," she adds, giggling helplessly. "But let us NOT have to do such again!"