Tanner sits. As his eyes focus, as he plays minecraft on a computer, bedrock addition. While Tessa stands in front of her phone, controlling it to play with him. Bedrock addition minecraft is pretty good for them. Sense its made for such connecctivity. One where two beings of immense diffrence can play freely. Thou, in truth. Those diffrences still show. Tessa gets tired quickly from using the phone. She can bairly play a hour before she has to get off, and rest. As well as that, her charictor moves like a old man due to her needing to press with her tiny hands on each button. Like if buttons were the size of a plate for a ordinary person. But in reality its a phone touch screen. For him... he is at the other extreme. He never... never has felt tired. Not even once. Why? Every single movement is made with a care. He never moves as fast as he can.
As for how fast can he move? How strong is he? Well... only his comic shows that. The alien catching five plates as they drop, before hitting the ground. The alien in anger at someone kidnapping the person it loves, moving like a zenomorth on crack. Too fast for a normal human to track. Then when it gets truely murderous, summoning a black hole in its hand, and destroying the entire allyway. Before it stops, deciding that is enougth. As the ground, and a entire area goes missing from suction. His feathers move in a frown only alien body language expresses. He misses not being slow, he feels so... quite... and locked up all the time. He wishes he was not half-insired by the idea of 'zenomorth but lonely, stranded', half by 'eldritch entity learns to love humans, and what humans are, and will sometimes fail', and another half by his own disconnection with the world as a human. So now... he is stuck as all those things, becuase of some stupid art decisions.
He remembers the creratures homeworld... or at least how he imagined it. He never tells the readers what its like there. He never fully imagined it himself. A alien race that manipulates black holes, has animalistic love, and considers feathers, and countless eyes a normal face. Its becoming a little hard for him to read normal human faces. His personal doctor, payed for by Rachel. Said its due to his nurology saying a smile is feathers, and such. That his phycology is having issues mantaining its facial identification. That he needs to practice faces. His doctor once said with a sadness "Your foundation of your brain has changed, and your phycology is either falling apart, or changing to survive. Its clear from my profesitonal analisis of the charicter source, that you will never lose your emotions. But the framing for those emotions. The very foundation they run upon. Have changed. Like a machine that has been taken apart and replaced with another. It still produces the same things, and requires the same imputs. But ammounts, and methods are all... new... diffrent. Our findings show this... is a common phenomena for the transformed. But a brain is nuropalstid. Even a alien one, and if you try, you can accociate anything with a smile. The same way a person can read the emotions of animals, and cry at there pain. Or ignore them to such a point they laugh at pain. Besides... you have a good foundation to work from. You remember well being human, and what faces mean. You still have human facial recognision in your head, its just... detached from the ground, and needs to be held the same way the ability to play the piano does."
Eventually, they stop. As Tessa floats up, and lays in his face, and feathers. He thinks he likes it, becuase the face of his species is a socal organ. Feathers are sensitive, expressive, and intamacy is made using them. Her mussles sore. Faries are not ment for physical activity... except flying. Her personal transformed apointment said that her wings can hover for days, if she keeps eating. But her other limbs are weak, and will likely stay such. That her size, and the square cube law prevent her from being strong. That her species, are ment to use magic to do things. Her magic is rather strong of course. In her practice, she can cast spells able to grow flowers, trees, and even spells to move objects from across a room. Spells that can put someone to sleep, or even slice there body to bits, as flowers bust from there organs. Thou that same expert said "However... your DNA says your more related to a fruit fly, then a human..." as he then realizes that was rude.
Tanner watches her ccarefully. His entire sense of sight... has changed. A memory is more like a map of a 3d space then a 2d vision of a place. His 3d visualization abilities have become absurd. His old human memories... feel 1 dimentional, weak. He can't even imagine well, or clearly what seeing like a human is like anymore. He can't remember what not having eyes like these, a face like this, or limbs like a human is like anymore. His specalist doctor said "Your body map has been replaced, and was replaced durring your transformation. That is how it is for all transformed. Its what stops ghost limbs of human form, and allows you to learn to walk, and move in a new form within hours of the process finishing. Its how emergence works. It can rewrite some aspects of the brain, but not others. It will only edit what its allowed to edit, has too edit, to make something real. To become a alien, means you need to think like one."
Rachel as a employee of the Narritive Foundation, has connections. She is the one who gets them health care, and support from those within the foundation. Often transformed themselves, that study exsactly what the emergence does to pepole. With a profession named 'Transformation Specalisit', being a individual who will analize your entire fictional origin, and help you, and communicate with you. Analize, and theorize how the emergence made it real, and deal with its effects. Sadly, they are in very, very high demand. Rare as hell, and often focused the most extreme cases. Writing files for each case, and then handing the files to the less skilled. Other places, even in the US, lack such a support network. Hell, many places are hostile to them. Linchings that are quitely ignored. Some are hostile openly. In third world contries, they are openly called inhuman, and not given rights, less rights then there own human populations.
Eventually, night came. As the door opened, and Lex entered. Tanner was casually watching a youtube video where a transformed japanease voice actor from a food-based anime. Showed his magic cooking skills on live TV, as a celeberity. As the sun was close to set. Lex said "Hey, you said you would go on my wolf out, and strech some limbs! Got the car ready, and everything." Tanner's eyes rotate, and focus on Lex. His head does not move, only his feathers twitch slightly to move the eyes on there frames to focus better. "Sure. Lets go. Let me leave out some food for Tessa." He walks to the kition, and skillfully fills 8 bottle caps with suger water. As tessa hovers nearby. She says "How much do you want to go out there?" She asks in a wisper only he can hear. He says "Eh... i have not moved at full speed... well... sense i was human. It... feels kinda like wearing tight shoes for... days. You get so use to them, you forget what it felt like to not have your feet numb."
Lex says "Yeah... i get that. I hold back all the time too. I can move so fast im a blur due to non-sense D&D stats. But i don't. I mean... i can lift 800 pounds or so. 1200 if i use a buff spell. But i don't, and stick to 300." Tessa frowns, and says quitely "I wish i could join... instead of stuck being a pet." Tanner frowns, he has been noticing her depression getting stronger recently. He says "you are no pet. Not at all... stop hitting yourself." She says quitely "I need you to feed me everyday... i sleep in your feathers... thats... thats..." He sighs, and his hand moves carefully, and he offers it to her. She shakly sits on his cold, sharp hans, as he puts her into his feathered head crown of eyes. "You are fine tessa. Blame that god C, don't blame yourself. Focus... on making something with what you got ok. We are here for the things you physically can't handle." She is quite, and her wings buzz, and she flies off to her table quitely. He frowns... and sighs. He senses it did not break thru.
Lex sighs, and shakes his head. "Come on, lets go. I promised you a fun night, and you need to care for yourself some times too." Tanner is quite, but his feathered angelic crown of eyes are still, many still focused on that desk, with all that small stuff, and doll house. He then moves with a silent glide of digirade alien legs. As his large form towers slightly over Lex. As they exit the house, and lock the door.