The school saw Arther as weird as hell. A nerd who went too far in a D&D group, and happened to be playing a female, and became it. One that was pretty as hell, and a fox girl. One that girls saw as a cheat, some saw as mind control due to the Emergence, others saw as some mix between the two, where he was suffering, hiding in baggy clothes, and so simpathy, and used male terms. While some guys saw a pretty girl still pretending to be a guy. While others saw a guy who pretneded, and desired to be a girl, and then became some fox girl dream, and they consider him asking for a wish, and then regreting it. Some saw it as something he chose, and now he was not prepaired for the concquences, and said he should girl up, and get over it. Many girls were jealous because he was the talk of the town, and prettyer, and more exsotic then them. Thus, many of the popular girls were threatened. Trying to exploit her, and tear down her exotic nature. As they see it hard to compete with a girl that pretty, and special.
Now... with that attack she had done... he... it depended on the person. They said "He is dangerous! That transformation is from a D&D character who could fight dragons!", Another says "She is like john WICK!", with another replying "But John wick is not also a transformed? Heh. Don't kill his dog." Another saying "Its a fucking overreactions. She could have killed someone with a pencel!" Another says, with a quite voice "He was just... acting on instinct. I was there... did you see how he grabed his ears, and fell to the ground. He was shaking as he ran off. Did you see how dogs react to dog wissles? What if his ears are just... too sensitive." While another replies "YOU DON'T THROW A PENCEL THRU A PERSONS HAND!" Now... some were more attrached to Arther... and some were now less, a bit fearful.
For some, it's about the aura. She's something wild in a world of predictable bullshit. And that pulls people. Even if they won't admit it. Even if it scares them. For others, it killed the attraction. They were barely hanging on—fascinated by the weirdness, enjoying the eye candy. But now she's real in the worst way. She's someone who hurts, and fights back, and might not be safe to tease or flirt with. That kills the fantasy. And when the fantasy dies, disgust comes next.
So when he emerged, and was taken to the principle's office, and explained with anger how he did not mean to put the pencel thru the kids hand... how... it just hurt too much the sound of a dog wissle, and instinct kicked in. The principle, stressed as hell by all this emergence stuff, just sighed, and called his mother, and allowed him to go home, suspended for 3 days, and talked about giving 'councelling' with the school counceller. While the parents of the kid days later showed up ready with a lawsuit. As the red-blooded american gun-loving. Saw Arther as a animal, as there kid James claimed over and over that 'I was just joking! She overreacted!' While Arther's mom, and the father of the boy go on a long and intense argument in the princbles office. While Arther... Alice... whoever he is sits silent. Tired of the loudness. Alice's instincts sit in his mind... her reactions, along with his own. Together slowly saying 'Say something perfect to get you on the right side'. As that... would be what Alice would say. A charictor in a story, in a D&D session where he has time to think of the perfect, or... most perfect way to defuse the situation, thou subject to dice roll.
Arthers eyes grew sharp... focused. As the father of the boy was yelling "Your child looks like a fucking fox! Acts like one too! Why the fuck are you defending this god-less thing!" His mother yells "Because she... he is my child. He did not chouse this, and god does not matter when that fucking C thing appeared! Fuck your god!" Arthers eyes rose slowly, locking on the boy's father. The man's face was crimson with rage, a caricature of American evangelicalism, fire-and-brimstone fury clashing with sci-fi horror. To him, Arthur-Alice wasn't a child. Wasn't a student. Wasn't a victim of a neurological cascade from a physics-altering cosmic event. He was a foxgirl with claws who had harmed his son. And in that man's eyes, that made him less than human. Arthur realized, in that breath, that nothing he said would convince this man.
Arther mind turned... as his instincts wispered the only solution 'Force the man to confront the fact you are human, and he is wrong... use your charm magic skill.' He frowned deeply, immensely deeply. His mind locked to the roleplay. As he got up, as the two looked at him. The man in utter anger. As Arther turned, and looked the man in the eyes. He felt... mana move. As his eyes glowed. "You are a fucking dehumanizing, idiot. Do you have any idea what a dog wissle sounds like? My ears are better then any dog, and i could hear every last tone... so until you got your prvilage in cheak, leave, and prehaps confront the fact that your sweet little boy is a fucktard that choses to blow a dog wissle at a girl who has ears so sharp she colapses in pain at the sound, and trys to survive the sound so sharp it triggers combat instincts triggered by a dragons roar." She opens the door of the office in the utter silence, and slams it closed.
The man shakes... unsure... what happened. He holds his head, shaking like a leaf in the wind. The words rebound around in his head, unable to go AWAY! Replaying over, and over. Loudly in his mind. He shakes, and his only defense becomes... to leave. He focus shifts, he yells "Fuck this! I'm leaving." He leaves. His mother is shaken... they all noticed the glow, and... how weirdly that man reacted, like something was in his head. In the end... he gave up on the legal case, out of fear, and the voice in his head that keeps repeating those words. His mother sighs saying "I... im leaving. This is settled for now, 3 days of suspenssion." She leaves, and takes Arther home.
His mom was quite... but... conflicted. The car was not silent to Arther... his ears were too good. But to his mom it was. It was silent in emotion. Eventually she asks "Your... eyes glowed... what... was that. He was not... the kind of man to back down." A quite anxiety in her voice. Arther sighs... "I told the truth... and i think i have mana, and used the charm skill." Arther holds out his hand... quite. "Mom... i don't think im arther... or my charictor Alice... but... im sorry... i love you." Tears form in Arther's eyes. He was quite. His mother was unsure. But sighed deeply. "Promouse me... me and your father will lissen... just... tell us... what you feel like. I can't tell anymore." Arther looks at his mom, crying, and nods. "Ok... but... im... not sure myself." Arther's mother nods "Thats... ok. We just need to talk, please, and be careful... with that charm skill, are you... sure its mana? Real... D&D magic?" Arther nods deeply, and holds his hand, and chants, before a small flame forms on his finger tip. He blows it out.. Before his mom shakes, and then sighs and says "We have 3 days to ourselves, and i expect you t tell... everything to me... and your father... even if it hurts ok. I just... we... need to know what is going on in your head. I can see you... but... its hard." Alice... Arther... whoever... nods. He says "But... i do think i will need a name change... there... is not much left down there." His mother chuckles a little, sighing "yeah... at least you still... have Arthers sense of humor.". Arther... Alice... smiles a little. Then sighs, he had been avoiding... his parents. Everyone... he... never told them about... most of it. Sure... when he was in immense pain, as a tail broke thru his body... his parents were there. But... that was not... conversation.