Harri-chan wrote:For a moment, Elliot could just stare at the small, yet oddly well-fitting white panties that he found himself wearing. The hands quickly tugged the material back down, desperately hoping the beautiful girl hadn't seen his girlish underwear, but he realised how pointless that was, as smoothing it out revealed the blue plaid skirt that had replaced his shorts.
He sucked in a deep breath, and as another shiver ran his spine, he felt the feathers shifting on his back, twitching. Releasing the skirt, his hands rose up, clutching as his throat as the squeaky voice echoed through his ears. In silence, he peered down to see that a necklace was now hanging down, and his head tilted slightly at the logic-defying crystal.
"Oh no...".
The mass of feathers finally finish growing, ending up as two wings, perhaps even large enough to be functional. Elliot's shoes turn black and grow up a few inches past his ankles. And then, suddenly, the bag full of comics he's been carrying squishes together into a hilt, which grows a katana blade from its end! Elliot feels pretty weak, yet the katana is unusually lightweight, as if it's made of some sort of magical material. The bag's contents seem to be missing at the moment. While he's distracted with that, Elliot's anatomy makes one final rearrangement, leaving him as a
strange, winged young girl.She feels..well..fast, for some reason. Agile. Like she isn't terribly strong, perhaps she is physically quite weak, but she could go running and maybe even flying circles around most stronger people.
((I'll note only the physical part of this is complete. And disregard the coat, I guess.
A front-side reference, but missing the wings, in case the other picture is a little unclear in some aspects.))
Kether wrote:"Talents? I am not sure what you are talking about.. I just know a thing or two about here"
"Oh, there's no need to be so modest. I can tell you know lots of magic and stuff!" Actually...if he thinks about it, he seems to know a bunch of arcane, magical knowledge..especially how to cast certain kinds of damage-dealing spells. The shifting of his mass accelerates a bit, and his shirt and pants both turn purple. Behind the bowtie, a white mantle with a gold trim appears, and then a long red velvet cape grows down from there, spreading almost down to his ankles.
Ookalf wrote:...Really? You're sure? *Still convinced that something's rather wrong here, Ookalf looks around to the others to see if they're noticing anything.*
"I'm reeeely sure!" she says, chipper as ever. The others sure are noticing things..! But mostly about themselves. Yet, Ookalf gets the strange impression that what's happening with the others is only..a dropping of an illusion. As if they had been projecting false images before..but no, logic and proper memory does tell him that they're really being changed by something. The impression isn't a compulsion on his mind by a long shot, more a source of further confusion. His belt, meanwhile, thins and shifts to what looks like a simple piece of white cloth. He gets the impression that its power hasn't been removed, but...might not work quite the same as before. Exactly what it might do escapes him. And then, the underwear makes a final pull and stops, but where it pulls is between his legs, and Ookalf finds that he is now a woman. Her chest begins rapidly swelling, the front of her shirt growing at about the same rate to accommodate it.
CalypsoNymph wrote:Danny blinks. "What? No, no, you didn't do that..." He grips his staff tighter, a bit worried at the thought. He's not sure why he doesn't like the thought... but he... he just... it's his staff! He keeps an eye on it as he watches it grow... and an eye on everybody surrounding him. Well, so far, the only changes that seem to be happening to him are only to his staff... and while he really doesn't like the idea of anybody messing with his staff... he seems safe, for whatever reason. Maybe his staff is protecting him?
"Believe me," He says, a bit belatedly as he turns back to the girl, "I'd let you know if you did. My staff is... very precious to me..." He holds it a bit closer, smiling slightly.
"Oh, I'm sure! It would be really hard to help people without it, right? And it's like, a symbol of..uh..ordainship or whatever you call it." It seems less like the staff is being messed with, and more like it..wasn't right before, and is being made right now. The crystal and socket finish growing, a cross embossing appearing on two opposite sides of the latter, and then suddenly a thin wire of gold seems to throw itself from the staff up and around the crystal, wrapping back around to form a symmetrical pattern around the crystal, with a cross at its tip. And six miniature white wings, which appear to be made of silver or some similar metal, grow out from that. For a second or two it seems it's over. But then Danny's clothing begins to rustle and shift, its color turning to a pattern of light blue, dark blue, and a thick white vertical stripe down the middle.
Marky wrote:Staring wide-eyed, Chris D lets out a surprised yelp as his underwear becomes tight and uncomfortable for a moment, before she quickly goes and pats herself down, blushing quite a bit. "Wh-wha? I-I...what the hell is happening?!" She yells, starting to panic a bit.
While she's busy patting herself down, a small frilly white collar tied with a black string appears on her neck, and starts squeezing, not giving her any feeling of choking but causing her neck to get smaller. Her voice sounds the same as always at first, but then in the span of just five words it rises three whole octaves into a rather womanly one. Then her face briefly tingles as it gets a little smaller and rounder, and her eyes turn a bright red color, and her chest starts to swell out into the loose white cloth waiting there. Her panic, however, seems to dull a little bit...the stabilizing thought seems to say that it wouldn't do to start panicking on the field of combat, much less having a nervous breakdown while just talking to people, right? But it doesn't override what she was thinking before, just sort of floats into her mind and has its odd calming effect. Her knowledge about the handguns from before grows and expends; now she knows how to fire them in quick alternation, aim them in midair, reload them swiftly and efficiently, where a rather extensive supply of cartridges are hidden in her dress, impossible as that looks. Something about knowing how to defend herself like that seems comforting, though it's not clear exactly why given the situation.
Maiden Miki wrote:Whatevr89532 wrote:The girl gives Don a sort of sideways glance for a second or two. "I'd be glad to have your help, but are you sure you're not exaggerating your strength just a little bit?" The armor on Don's arms suddenly seems really heavy for some reason. Actually, his arms and legs weren't quite so thin a moment ago, were they? And then a long pink cat-like tail suddenly sprouts from Don's back.
"Such things are what the weak and boastful do. I can actually back up my claims," said Don as he nodded. He then tried to raise his hand up but notice that it was a bit harder due to how much heavier his armor was. He tried to move and then smiled to show as if nothing was wrong.
Don did notice that his armor felt a bit more loose compare to before as he moved. He felt something around his lower back area but wasn't sure what it was.
"Iiif you say so," says the girl, kind of in a...playful, teasing manner. Yet it doesn't feel like he's being made fun of..in fact, he almost feels tempted to join in on the joke and laugh about it. Don's hair suddenly pushes itself to either side of his eyes and stays there, then it turns pink. Two locks of hair fall down on either side of his head, reaching a little past his shoulders, and then two much,
much longer pigtails suddenly fall down from the back of his head, each tied up with a thin, bright red ribbon in a big bow. The metal of his armor starts to get thinner, making it gradually easier to carry again, but the strength of his arms and legs continue to drain.
((Sorry about the miss, this was edited in after the fact.))
