by Whatevr89532 » Fri Aug 17, 2018 10:58 pm
Ookalf's voice sounds a little higher than usual, and it continues to rise in pitch while his height continues to fall. He gets smaller and scrawnier by the second, his shoulders narrowing, his arms and legs slimming...yet his clothes seem to keep pace, sort of. If anything his shirt seems a little tighter around the waist, though his pants are puffing out quite a bit. The more he thinks on them, the more of those spells he can remember--nothing high-level or conventionally "powerful", but such a wide variety of spells is more than enough to put together into some creative pranks. Indeed, he's starting to feel the dark magic coursing through him, as if it's been there all along. It comes with the sensation of little bat-like wings pushing themselves out from his shoulder blades, and a slim black tail with a spade-shaped end from his lower back--each finding its way through convenient holes somehow already present in his clothes. His hair falls down to the small of his back, now completely changed to soft locks of dark purple, which looks pretty...cute on his diminishing form.
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Kether may detect a stray bit of foreign programming suggesting that this is much better than putting all that effort in...either way, the flower makes its way to the side of the robot's head and fixes itself across one side of his head. It really doesn't seem like the stem should be able to physically stay there, at least until some light-gray hair suddenly sprouts itself out of his head and around the flower's stem, displaying the flower's petals like a pretty accessory.