he gets understanding responses from his professors, but resigned responses from his parents.


As if they were afraid something was going to happen someday but didn't know what.

As excited as he is, as much as he just wants to get going, things still must be taken care of and so he heads for the shower, stripping as he walks, already organizing the trip and what he'll need in his head.

It's not long and Samuel is ready, dressed as usual, casual yet still with style and neatness, a bag packed with extra clothes and cellphone, even some snacks since he's not sure how long this first part of his journey will take as he gets into the elevator, heading for the garage level that is his family's alone, strolling thru the choices, wanting to be comfortable, to make a statement yet be comfortable, and yes, not too showy.

The radio playing softly as he pulls out, his choice very much like him, a single person custom-built camper that his father had built on a whim, not overly huge, yet more comfortable and with more amenities than most hotels, the GPS programmed as he turns onto the street, heading off into the known, and more importantly, the unknown.

Trips moderately long taking better part of a day. Theirs some Traffic but nothing to write home about.


He gets to the town but is unsure where to go from there its a midsized town.

Samuel finds a place to park, out of the way so no one should take notice, yet a place he can relax and sleep when it's time. Not sure where to go or quite what to do, he realizes heading out without more of a plan might not have been his best idea. Closing his eyes, clearing his mind, not for the first time glad his parents taught him to do it. a name comes to mind, one he hadn't thought of in a very long time, that lives in the same city he's in. or at least worked there, and with a sense of purpose he heads out, making sure to lock up, looking for a phone booth, or anyplace else with a phone book that he can use to find an address.

(Ive seen weirder things)

It takes a while but hes able to  find the phone numbers after an hour or twos search.

"So far so good" Samuel thinks with a smile after making sure he's memorized the number and address he needs. Taking a moment to think about it, he decides to walk, since it's far less ostentatious and it'll give him a chance to get to know the city.

Say he hears some disturbing things on the news. Theirs some Serial killer at work currently.

Hearing the news as he's walking,Samuel stops to listen,his eyes growing wide and his heart racing when he hears not just that there's a Serial Killer at work,  but where the victims have been found. "Maybe I'm here for more than just learning about myself..." the thought trailing off since he doesn't like the implications. After a moment he heads off again on his way,this time walking a bit faster.

its at night when he feels the shadows around him have become aware of him



A nondescript man in blue jeans and T shirt. approaches him out of nowhere and asks "Are you Samuel Walsh?" as if he was being expected.

Night, A new world that his eyes have so recently been opened to that he has yet to understand yet has a true desire to,almost hungry to in a way, and not only does he notice the shadows seeming to notice him,but that he noticed it, and a slight smile comes to his lips.

His attention pulled back to the here and now, he does his best not to show too much surprise at the man's arrival. "Yes I am" for the moment he doesn't say anything else, preferring to see what the man's response is.

"Of (you can make up name now) University?" asks clearly and carefully

"Yes, I go to Miskatonic, have we met?" His brow furrowing since this isn't the way he expected this kind of conversation to start, tho why he had any expectations at all is beyond him.

smiles "Then your the man I was looking for" His eyes shine with relief and sorrow finally being resolved.

"I was looking for someone as well, and far to great a coincidence for it to be you" he smiles, then adds,not sure why "it would make sense in a way, tho."

nods "Come with me" He offers with a smile.

Where normally bells would be going off and he'd ask questions, this is far from a normal time and it's part of why he made the trip in the first place. Returning the smile with one of his own "sure".

He goes with him to a Gated community downtown


smiles a bit


"Me and my wife live here along with a maid and our Daughter Olga whos 14."



"I remember the events back then." smiles




its a fancy enough gated community.


and house is eloquently decorated clearly with a "Eastern Europe" vibe.

As they approach and then enter the community, Samuel casually studies everything,in case he needs to make use of it later, yet another thing he picked up from his parents.

"If you don't mind my asking, what are your wife and the maid's names?" As he asks, he has to smile when he realizes something "for that matter,what's your's?".

Having been to Europe, he can appreciate what the designers and builders were going for and the job they did. "What events are do you mean?"

"My wifes name is Christina my Maids name is Michelle. I'm called Pista in the human world"


"In the wake of a major Victory against a Dancer Hive the Wyrmish Aspect of Bat was sufficiently weakened that we, felt daring enough to work in consultation with one of the Few Camazotz who lingers in the Umbra to do what had not been successfully done in centurys, creation of a new Camazotz. My Pack also Follows Bat"

he crys

"If you would please prove it worked... shapeshift."

Clearly needing that kind of confirmation it worked.

(only have 2 dice to go with so it will take a few rolls. but might be cool to describe.
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"It is an honor and pleasure too meet you, Pista, and I will do my best to remember your family's names" Samuel begins, fighting the urge to ask about the other world he might be talking about, having learned enough From Bat already to know that now is not the time.

"This all so new to me, I'd been told parts of what you mentioned, and that is why I am here, I had to seek you and your's out. not only out of curiosity and a need to learn and make good for myself, but for Bat as well. Together we can help him be strong again, to be good and fight what needs to be dealt with." He doesn't care how corny he sounds, what he says comes from his heart, and that makes it ok.

When Pista cries, Samuel's heart wants to break, the emotion so raw, he doesn't have it in him to tell the truth, that he's never been able to do it  when he wants to, and he's only ever had it happen once. "I can do this, Bat had faith in me, he says I can and he has to be right, and I can't let Pista down, I can't disappoint him, I have to do this".

Turning his thoughts inwards, first clearing his mind,then doing his best to remember how it felt when he changed that first time, to imagine every little thing, the heat in his body, the way the light changed, every itch and tickle, even the fear and surprise, and to paint that picture as vividly as he can, trying to put himself in it, to reshape his body in that image.

Something deep inside seems to come to life, he can feel it, feel it spreading thru his body, every nerve and cell seeming charged, in it's own way it's the most amazing orgasm,yet terrifying as well as he feels his flesh and bones beginning to move, change, flow, yet ever as it's all happening he tries his best to stay focused, which is a test in itself.

(to you Apeterous equilent of Glabro, no wings, but your shapeshifting is very visibly.)

Pista looks with Joy and rapture that all he and his comrade strove for was not in vain.
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Both heat and cold wash over him in waves as he looks down at himself, that same sense as the first time, disbelief, the fear not nearly as bad since this time he was expecting it, pain that isn't pain, an all-over itch that can't be scratched, his body his yet not his.

The look Samuel sees on Pista's face is better than all the Christmas's he's ever had, giving him even more of a desire to keep going, to keep changing.

"At last" Pista says Quietly


"At long last it has been achieved"

Samuel can almost feel the joy flowing from Pista and it just adds to what he's already feeling, his heart fitting to rip out of his chest with each passing moment even as he waits for that bright light of the first time, hoping it doesn't happen, his desire to keep going, to keep changing growing with each passing second.

(Is ok remember he can see by sonar now.)

He can See the house he's in in a whole new way.