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Shinji had only just gotten out of the hospital and was wondering where he should go. He had limping a little but not too noticeably. His healing abilities had given him enough leverage to make it seem as if his normal walk was just a little funny. His back was aching still from that damn animal guy's attack but it wasn't anything he could handle. His wounds were gone and his body was almost to top shape, one wouldn't think he went through what he did. He had stopped by the academy to get some new clothes however though since his were kind of wrecked. Now he was wearing a dark blue T-shirt that said "Shocked?" He like that shirt given his natural abilities. His pants were plain black, while his shoes had both black and blue on them. he had gotten this very outfit on the island and he found it to suit him well, now making it his favorite one.

Walking around, was beginning to get dreadfully boring and un-relaxing so he decided to pick a place near him to go. But where? The closest, and probably the most comfortable place for him to relax would be the Lake, however its rather ironic of him to chose such a place. He and the water never got along too well even. It wouldn't be the best experience for him if he was to fall in or something but he went anyways.

He approached the lake quietly and without much thought as to someone else being there with him. It's not like he was even able to see the person who seemed to be doing a well job at hiding themselves whether it was purposely or not. Shinji sat down about a meter away from the lake and wrapped his arms around his knees. He began humming and rocking back and forth. He wasn't humming a particular tune but something that was abstract and that came from his own mind. It was relaxing to him but may have been annoying to anyone else. Good thing he didn't know anyone else was their...

Shinji kept an open, yet closed at the same time, mind as he continued to hum his abstract tune into the wilderness around him and the serene lake. Though he was just humming a random tune that had no real meaning or purpose to it, it worked well enough to keep him relaxed as he sat alone. However, he was cut short by a voice that came from near him. Shinji looked around him until he saw someone, just barely, near a tree. They seemed to be very well camouflaged. It was almost embarrassing that they had heard Shinji's humming since the only reason that he did it was because he thought that no one was there in the first place.

Aside from that little array of embarrassment, Shinji realized that the person had began to issue a warning before stopping. He was confused as to what he was talking about until he saw it for himself. Sheep. "Where are they all coming from?" Shinji asked in a higher tone than his normal voice. There were herds of them just emerging from the forest as if this was their native habitat or something. Have they been here this whole time?

The area was as white as snow now that so many sheep had managed to cover the area. The sounds of each sheep making its call bounced ever so lightly off the environment around them. It wasn't loud but nevertheless noticeable in quite a variety of ways. "Umm, I'm not the only one who sees all the sheep am I?" Shinji said in a confused manner with a small amount of humor in his voice. He was tryign to sound slightly humorous but for the most part, he was hoping he wasn't going crazy, seeing so many sheep in such an area.

"Stop. Stop. St - ugh."

Mor found himself whelmed away by a tide of white wool, rushing headfirst to the lake against his own volition. The water loomed closer behind him, and it was to be a dangerous experience. Cold blood would slow him down a lot if he got drenched, and as the sheep tide pushed him further, he remembered one vital fact:

He couldn't swim.

His jaw steadily loosened at the prospect. As he first lived in a forest, and then next in a city, then in an open plain, he never had the means to learn how to swim or survive underwater. Add to that his long and absorbent robes, the scarf, and the general density and weight of his biological... additions, and he knew that this woolen wave would spell out his death.

For the first time in a while, he began to panic. In this panic he flailed about and did the only logical thing he could - he sprayed out a short jet of flame from his hands and set the sheep closest to him on fire. They scattered, and while Mor found himself freed from the sheep, another realization hit him quickly enough. The sheep were now spreading fire to one another in panic.

"Mistakes made. Options - fix or retreat." A second of consideration later, he concluded that retreat was the better option, and began to back away slowly, only to notice that there were other people there, others that weren't sheep and would be problematic if they were to notice him. He stalled there, in the middle of the chaos, waiting on the others to make a move, reasoning that if they caught him fleeing, he would be in a lot of trouble.

"I - I, uh, see." Mor found himself tackled by a flaming sheep, and almost immediately his clothes caught on fire, being more woolen than the sheep that set it on fire in the first place. There were few options remaining, and the spreading blaze left him only one direction to go.

Into the water he ran, with a resounding splash as his heavy form hit the slopes of the lake. He managed to keep his balance amid all the shrieking and crackling of fire. The soaked robes weighed him down

"I - I, uh, see. Will be careful - ugh." Mor would have expressed more shock at being tackled by a flaming sheep were he capable of doing so, but alas he was not, and nor was he capable of expressing more shock at being lit aflame. His robes, more woolen than the sheep that set it on fire, were dangerously close to completely being on fire, and he had but one recourse considering that there was only a single direction he could head that wasn't burning livestock.

Into the lake he moved, as carefully as he can. The fire wrapping him died off, but now he was soaked and being weighed down by almost seven feet of thick wool. The cold slowed him down even further, almost to a crawl. Knowing that losing balance in the lake would prove fatal, he moved slowly to the other edge where the people that saw him were.

It crossed his mind that they might realize that he started the livestock holocaust, but being found out was better than burning in the middle of fluffy madness. He kept on walking, shivering all the while at the edge of the lake, making his way away from the fire.

He was near the other people; only a few more steps away and he could safely climb up. He didn't dare try it when there was no one nearby; he would most likely fall and drown. As he approached Lochlann tentatively, he began to rise, but then -

"BAAAAA!'

A sheep, thankfully not yet on fire, ran in panic, and in doing so managed to run into Mor's sizable frame, pushing him from his right side, into the lake. It took all he had to not instantly fall into the depths, but now he had to crawl up with only his head and his arms above the water. The cold was getting to him now, and his vision was slowly dimming. Weakly, with a voice slightly higher and faster than his normal monotone, he called out, "Assista - ugh. Help. Help."

By now, with his vision half obscured by the waters of the lake unsettled by masses of sheep, Mor began to feel something reawaken from deep within the recesses of his mind. His eyes, when they could see, saw nothing but the white woolen form of the sheep offered to him as a saving grace. It was a strange thing, but now, having been so close to death from it, the form of the sheep became a most terrifying vision.

His throat began to crack as his body rediscovered functions and emotions it had not experienced after long years in isolation. To someone else, perhaps to Lochlann, the sheep offered was a well - meaning, if strange method of rescue. To Mor, now in danger that he had not had to deal with for a long time, it was as though hell itself was reaching out to him with a fluffy hand.

Slightly louder and higher than his normal flat monotone did he cry out, "No. No. No!" Flailing and deathly afraid of the sheep that now surrounded him even in the lake he attempted to take refuge in, he refused to grab onto the sheep. No, the sheep was not the way to go. Instead, he opted to go the extra mile and push himself forward with his second pair of arms and his legs, gaining a few inches of ground. They were all he needed for his desperate recourse - now that he was slightly closer to Lochlann, he reached out with his two other arms, stronger, larger and more importantly long enough to grab onto Lochlann.

With great effort he kicked against the ground to push himself forward. He could feel it - he was almost free of the water. His right leg pushed against the slope of the lake, and his left leg rose to do the same and release him - but then it failed, the cold proving too much for his reptilian blood. The step he was to take with Lochlann as unwilling support instead slipped, and Mor found himself falling to the side, dragging both Lochlann and his sheep to the waters. As they fell, Mor found that his body still knew how to panic and proved that it did by suddenly without his permission tightening the grip he held on Lochlann's arms.