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Unknown Transformation [FOURTH WALL]
[There's one incredibly displeased homunculus skulking around Goldenrod City on Friday. He had been almost anticipating this weekend after last time, when he remembered getting all his powers back for those few days. And true, he did have them back now. Well, most of them.]
[The speed, the quick healing, and the strength are all present and accounted for. But something seems to have glitched on his transformation. Envy is stuck. Not in the normal, palmtree headed form everyone knows, that would be frustrating but tolerable. No, he's stuck in his true, original form. The first thing he did--after he was finished cursing and putting fist-sized holes in the nearest building--was steal himself a hoodie. He's too tall and broad-shouldered now to fit into anything he already owned, and he doesn't want to walk around showing this form to everyone and their Growlithe. Never mind that nobody would know it's him. It's the principle of the thing, damn it.]
[He can be found anywhere in the city that day, hood pulled up over his head and hands shoved in his pockets, wearing a scowl on his face. And occasionally kicking trashcans to send them sailing a good twenty feet away. Despite the jacket, he doesn't notice the heat at all. He's also being followed by a Tyranitar and a Zoroark that people familiar with him might recognize.]
[At midnight that night, though, whatever was wrong with his powers manages to fix itself. So he'll be spending Saturday and Sunday with his mood much improved, taking advantage of the few precious days a year when he gets to look however he wants.]
[That and cause as much no-consequences trouble as he wants.]
[The speed, the quick healing, and the strength are all present and accounted for. But something seems to have glitched on his transformation. Envy is stuck. Not in the normal, palmtree headed form everyone knows, that would be frustrating but tolerable. No, he's stuck in his true, original form. The first thing he did--after he was finished cursing and putting fist-sized holes in the nearest building--was steal himself a hoodie. He's too tall and broad-shouldered now to fit into anything he already owned, and he doesn't want to walk around showing this form to everyone and their Growlithe. Never mind that nobody would know it's him. It's the principle of the thing, damn it.]
[He can be found anywhere in the city that day, hood pulled up over his head and hands shoved in his pockets, wearing a scowl on his face. And occasionally kicking trashcans to send them sailing a good twenty feet away. Despite the jacket, he doesn't notice the heat at all. He's also being followed by a Tyranitar and a Zoroark that people familiar with him might recognize.]
[At midnight that night, though, whatever was wrong with his powers manages to fix itself. So he'll be spending Saturday and Sunday with his mood much improved, taking advantage of the few precious days a year when he gets to look however he wants.]
[That and cause as much no-consequences trouble as he wants.]