[The first few days were hazy. There was a sense of breaking free from something, then being in water. It was hard to figure out what the world was around him. The red and purple squid would sometimes leap from the water, flopping on the rocks of the garden around him, not realizing what exactly he'd done. Why wasn't the water bigger? Why did he feel this need to fly? Something kept drawing him out, compelling him to be out of the water. Eventually, thought became clearer, and, as that began to happen, the squid began to change. Slowly. Each time he flopped out of the water, there was something else about him that looked... less squid... more like Keith. Until one day Keith was laying there on the ground, stark naked, wondering what the hell had just happened.
He mostly looked like himself. A few lingering shiny spots from squid-dom that hadn't quite faded. There was a new scar where The Reckoning had taken her kill. At his left temple, a thin, barely visible streak of white hair... with a subtle violet tint. Most of the time, it could be hidden if his hair hung the right way, but, when pushed back, it was visible in stark contrast to his normal black hair color.
Once up and around, he was quiet, quieter than usual, and insisting on staying put inside the house. The Evil had left him for now, but he was afraid it would come back again, afraid that he would become a target for The Reckoning again. Also, the knowledge of Shiro's beasthood, that Lance had also died that day on the beach, it was hitting him hard. He'd dragged his team down with him. His friend. His brother. And it was all on him...]
July 11 - 17, Squid Time, Recovery, Gradual loss of squid-ness
He mostly looked like himself. A few lingering shiny spots from squid-dom that hadn't quite faded. There was a new scar where The Reckoning had taken her kill. At his left temple, a thin, barely visible streak of white hair... with a subtle violet tint. Most of the time, it could be hidden if his hair hung the right way, but, when pushed back, it was visible in stark contrast to his normal black hair color.
Once up and around, he was quiet, quieter than usual, and insisting on staying put inside the house. The Evil had left him for now, but he was afraid it would come back again, afraid that he would become a target for The Reckoning again. Also, the knowledge of Shiro's beasthood, that Lance had also died that day on the beach, it was hitting him hard. He'd dragged his team down with him. His friend. His brother. And it was all on him...]