"There's a boy, or maybe a girl out there that can shapeshift, somehow and is weirdly affecting others, casting them under some sort of spell or something. What do you know about that?" John asked.
Carol grumbled and pushed him aside. "Plenty more than you, and yet still less than I'd like. Now keep out of trouble and don't get involved. In fact, I'm going to be generous by suggesting you stay home the next few days, or weeks. Depending on how bad it gets, you might want to skip out of town if 'it' reaches it's Chrysalis stage." She told him cockily, tapping her arms together and 'pushing back' the red trace-aura around her. Like magic, her appearance returned to it's blue haired, semi-normal gothy self and she stole a wad of gum from a nearby kid's pockets swiftly. He turned around and noticed, only to spot John and sock him in the face. "I don't suppose whatever, you're doing to not be noticed wears out now does it?"
He mumbled something, but couldn't give her a straight answer.
"I'll take that as a yes. Later squirt." She said, walking off into wherever. He figured he'd better go home and be more prepared for whatever, was occurring right now, or would in the coming time. Carol would have to be confronted later.
