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You still did. And you've seen my mole morph, try that one. Unless you feel like finding a pool, the dolphin's probably a bad idea right now.

[ Man, this hits bad idea bad idea pretty much as soon as it starts LAMSLDKJ Sakura envisions this mole. She's seen it up close and personal due to circumstances, and it kind of stands out in her mind due to the same circumstances, so concentrating on the image isn't hard.

Not losing concentration when she starts feeling things happen is, consequently, really hard. Because she's hardwired to know the structure of the human body, and while she's seen Marco do this before, do this specifically, it's still one hell of a freaky realization to come into.

She jerks back when the changes first start happening, noticing an almost but not quite itch on her arms, then her legs. And that was when the fur started sprouting.

Sakura yelped! Jumping back, tripping over feet that had already started changing, bones she could feel (but not feel) elongating and shrinking at the same time. It's enough that she's falling on her ass, if the fall seems like it's both unending in speed and in something approaching slow motion on fast forward as she shrinks while she falls. Size finishes changing faster than the rest of the shift, if at about seventy percent of her usual size the snout of the mole changes the shape of her face and comes shooting out, little nose wiggling and she's kind of really just wanting to scream but focusing on that image because that jackass could do this so she can do this!

MINUTES OF TRACKING her own bones shifting, naming them off in a mental tirade to hold off the fact this was scary as hell and she's kind of lost in a sea of her own clothing.

And she doesn't know she's saying anything right before the morphing's finished, but she is, and she's going; ]

< How many vertebrae does that even make it? >

[ Right before the mole's instincts slam in and it realizes, very unhappily, that it's surrounded by a scent that is not happy. And it feels no dirt around.

But, on the upside? Life is dark! So it's only mildly frightening with all this wrong smelling stuff around, so the mole rather thinks it's going to try and burrow down and see what it finds.

Thank you, Marco, for having told her so clearly what to expect in doing this. ]

[Crap. Marco had forgotten to mention the whole clothes thing. But hey, at least right now she couldn't punch him with her super-strength?]

Sakura? You alright there?

[...maybe he should have mentioned the instincts thing too. He moves to pick her up so she can't burrow too far]

Barbie, you need to control the morph. That's not you, that's the mole's instincts.

[ He was a genius.

Sakura, meanwhile, wasn't exactly paying attention. She was being lifted! It was scary! It wasn't right! Dangerous! She wanted the ground! It was safe under the ground! It was -- broken up! The ground!

But that made sense, digging in the ground was what the mole did. ]

Sakura, you're not a mole. You're human, and you like to do things like punch walls and run on water, remember?

[ What? Walk on water? Punch walls?

Why did that make her pause in her frantic shaking desire for the ground?

Kakashi-sensei, exposed after her fist hits the ground. Racing over salt water. Not moleish things. Ninja things. Things she, Sakura, has done.

She still can't see worth most things, and the sensory input she does have is overwhelming enough. The panic and everything's still there, the shoddy eyesight, the extreme sensitivity to... does the ship even have breezes? Sure feels like it. Unseen little ears are focusing on the sounds she's identifying on top of the mole. It's funny, because she still can feel all those things the mole does, but it's not in dominant control anymore.

Okay.

She kind of preferred when the most disturbing part of her day was learning she had no chakra contact and having Marco turn out narcoleptic. (If now she knew he wasn't, but that theory was at least more normal.) ]

< I prefer punching idiot sentients. Walls only crumble when you hit them. People have a chance to learn. >

[ It is very sad that she's more nosing around to try and figure out if she's facing the right direction on his hand to mole-glare at him than it is for any other purpose. Oh man, she can't identify half these scents! ]

< By the way? If you had a teaching license, I'd be revoking it. Right now. A common sense license? Yeah, that one too. Oh, Sakura, you can morph! You've seen the mole. Morph the mole! I won't tell you anything about it, but if you concentrate you can morph the mole! >

Hey, it worked, right? You did morph the mole.

< ... >

[ She really hoped she was squinting irritably in the right direction. ]

< Yes, Marco. I did morph the mole. So... how do I unmorph? Picture myself and concentrate on that? >

[ Not that moles aren't scintillating but this is really kind of seriously not going to help find answers. Or at least a mole isn't. Probably.

Riding with the mole brain still telling her why she should be panicking up in this light, she shuffles around to the left and lightly digs at his hand LMFAO put her down man! ]

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