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Topic Started: May 28 2008, 02:56 AM (704 Views)
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A few hours ago...

Alexa Valjean looked around the school courtyard, watching the traffic as she tasted the familiar air of AHS. Her body was teasing, being young enough to make people feel dirty about thinking things like that, and yet old enough to make boys start thinking about what was underneath that school blouse, what was up that skirt. Her satchel was slung over her shoulder, the owner knocked out and bound inside of the house Valjean had found earlier. She might as well steal a male form and use the girl as storage... and maybe as a toy, too. It had been a while since Alex had gotten with a woman's touch. Oh, the guard may have counted, but that was pillaging.

Now...

Now her brown hair floated about her face as Valjean's golden hued eyes searched the courtyard around her. School had ended a while now, and she had... ahem, borrowed a hoodie earlier on. The sleeves had been ripped off, and her clothes also included some cargo pants from a guy who had tried to pick her up. Poor sod was probably wandering around school in his boxers now. The uniform was in the newly acquired backpack, larger and more practical now. She searched the courtyard again, looking for a group of friends... or maybe some sort of loner. It was surprising how a surprise gender change and age shift did to someone.

She continued to wander, until she sighted a boy. He was older than her, perhaps seventeen, blond, ice blue eyes and he looked decent enough. Looked like a fighter, so she would have to play this right. Slipping in amongst a jumble of students, she tripped over her own to feet, crashing into the boy. What came next surprised her. With alarming speed, Ghost Arms appeared out of nowhere and grappled with her, holding her aloft as their owner toppled to the ground. He got up, confused and a little surprised, before brushing himself over and letting Valjean to the ground. He smiled weakly, and shrugged.

"Sorry about that. You surprised me."

'Alexa' let herself blush a little, reddening her cheeks. It was anger, originally, but her character kicked in. She looked at his feet, where instead of the usual black dress shoes were sturdy hiking boots, of course the appropriate color of black. She fell to her knees, giving him a nice view of her assets, aided by the oversized hoodie. Alexa had to smile as he glanced away. She got back up gingerly, and bowed her head.

"I'm sorry... Um... well, I'm sort of new here..."

She looked away, and thank god, the boy took the hint. He smiled reassuringly, more than a little uncomfortable about the situation, too. Valjean let her mind break, and she dashed off, running and shouting sorry. Mark, the good guy she had re-painted him as now, ran after her, taking the bait. Leading him into a smaller alleyway, she waited against the wall, breathless. The boy caught up soon after. He must have been one of the better runners at school, his breathing was still steady. He held up both palms, scratched and scarred as they were, and smiled weakly.

"Ah, you're a fast runner... my name's Mark."

Valjean nodded, holding both her sleeves against her mouth, and then glanced away again.This persona fit in well with the macho men, but apparently she had misjudged him. Mark offered his hand to her, and she accepted it with a slender hand. A timid shake, and he boy felt the changes already. Soon he was robbed of his age, as well as his gender. An eighteen year old Alex Valjean smiled and disappeared into the main 'street' of the courtyard as Mark was left alone, fourteen and a lot less confident in his ability to fight.

"Clothes in the bag, girlie. I'll see you around!"

Laughter rang out as Mark gathered up her gear. This was stupid. Her new form was rather odd. It was slender, light framed. Her blond hair was longer, brushing against her ankles. There would be no need for a bra, as her chest was just beginning to fill. Mark's mind clicked fast, and he knew what had happened. Oh boy, this wasn't good. She found the uniform in the newly acquired bag, and quickly slipped into it. This was certainly going to be a story. Buttoning up her shirt, she quickly re-assesed the situation. Best option was to go after this bastard, and then get him to return her back to Mark Hamilton.

"Oh boy."

Her voice was... odd... Damnit!

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Mark Hamilton - now 14, Female.
Valjean - now 18, Male.
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School had been out for a while now so Rizel was more than happy to run around campus. Though she usually tagged after Kysse she decided to be out on her own this time. Still, she couldn’t help but miss Kysse. None the less the young girl, still wearing her school uniform, also adorned a pair of elbow pads, fingerless gloves for skating, knee pads, and a pair of rollerblades. The pink and yellow pads and roller blades stuck out against the uniform and her soft skin tone. Like always she had little on her mind.

Oh the joys of being a child, or at least, just like one. Starting out around the dormitories gave her lots of places to head off to. In no time at all she was blading near the garden. The light reflected around the area beautifully, cascading hues of pink, blue, and green everywhere. It certainly was a pretty area. Still on she went. Shadows cast down from the sun and left shimmering beams reaching for the ground. Rizel was amazed by the shear sight of all this. She couldn’t help but close her eyes and feel the cool breeze, mixed with the gentle sun through the trees, on her face.

Her hair was pulled back into two pig tails; this kept her hair out of her face and was easier for her to have a helmet on, even though she wasn’t wearing one. Still her bangs hung over her face as curls fell like water falls down the sides of her being. Rizel was so happy to be out and around exploring on her own. If Kysse were there it would be better but maybe her obsession would need to calm down a bit, even though they lived together. The thought sent a blush across Rizel’s cheeks. Kysse was so amazing in her eyes, she was friendly and was beautiful, and Rizel really admired her. The blush grew and she couldn’t contain herself as her hands held to her burning cheeks and she made somewhat of a cooing noise.

“Sugoi!”

((OOC: Was I supposed to have my character and your villan interact?))
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Finally got in. Finishing the buttons and adjusting the sailor style collar, Mark got the loose socks on. Now the former mercenary and male was a schoolgirl with female clothes... and matching body. This was seriously not good for her health. "Gah, damn this." Mark growled as he - she - grabbed a rubber band and tied her new, longer sheaf of blond hair back into a giant ponytail. Swinging it experimentally, she didn't like it. Too long, It really was annoying, but it couldn't be helped. Right now this guy was having a case of deja-vu, especially the becoming a girl part. In an awkward contract with BRPD, the local supernatural police, he had allowed himself to become a girl. At least he was still 17 in that one! She sighed, and really hated herself. So much for being the good guy. Or girl... this was really confusing.

Now to recap about the girl's appearance, which was a rather... somehow delicate blond, standing at five flat with her hair up in a long ponytail, which reached down to her ankles. This was too much like his... well, someone he really liked already. Ice blue eyes blinked past strands of untied hair. Didn't get everything the first try. Mark sighed in frustration, adjusting the school uniform. It was really, really awkward. He usually wore the male version of this uniform. The backpack was half-covered by her hair, but it was full of Mark's usual load of school stationary, plus the knife he kept just in case. Oh, that had been moved to the inside of her thigh, which was well covered by the slightly too big skirt. Burning rage smoldered on the inside of his emotions.

This was going to be annoying...

Time to hunt someone. Probably hurt them, given the chance.

Disaster began as soon as he stepped out into the courtyard again. "Shoot!" He crashed into someone, about her age, and then sent herself tumbling into the ground. She didn't know about the other person, but it was probably because she didn't realize the fact she was nearly a foot shorter, and probably a good few dozen pounds lighter. Glancing up, she saw brown hair and green eyes. No, the person had gold eyes. Like the color of her hair.

"Itaiii... ah, I'm sorry..."

Wait... did he just... crap. Somehow... when the hell did he pick up those mannerisms?

Mark smiled weakly. Oh boy...

[Wait till more show up, then I'll start wreaking havoc, ^_^ ]
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Namir was back at the school. Back and refreshed. For right now she had just wandered her way out of the gym, out of the showers even. A good workout was something everyone could enjoy when the time fancied them. She had emerged in a pair of tight jeans, an unzipped hoodie, and her sports bra exposed. She didnt much care who noticed her like this, since A) she made this look good, and B) the fact that she had boxing gloves over her shoulders and her hands wrapped would probably make it clear that she wasnt afraid to beat people up. Anyways, this wonderful red head girl bound through the courtyard with little care.

Her hand flicked open a cellphone, a cheap silver flip phone that she had gotten a few months ago, of course she had forced her husband to get an identical one. Damn speedsters are hard enough to keep tabs on, this just made things a little easier. For some reason, some bizarre reason she was one of the few in her family that didnt go homicidal over text messages, which is why idly with her thumb she pawed one in to send home. To remind people that she would be home late. That and it drove her mother crazy. Both of them, and it was extremely rare she got to give a little bother to one of her mothers. Freakin' super villains.

It was a nice enough time out. Nothing too spectacular but nothing that bothered her. Hell she could have done just nicely with wandering home just then. Except she caught a glimpse of a collision between students. Those kinds of things never worked out well. So she decided to hang on, to take a watch, and then when that proved not to be enough, she finally broke down and turned into the good girl we know. She walked right forward to the pair that had run into each other and smiling dared say.

"Didnt scrape your legs I hope."
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Nearby the small group of students, including the one who had just been transformed into a girl, a shady tree grew from the ground. Leaning against that tree was a short yet somehow intimidating young man. He wore a thick black coat with a hood even though it was almost summer, and baggy sleeves that hid his hands completely. The boy's hood was off, exposing his deathly pale face, with it's youthful yet sunken eyes, and a shock of ice blue hair. He rested against the trunk of the tree with his hands in the pockets of his jacket, observing the goings on of the courtyard with an impassive air. Normally he cared little for the business of others, though now, something interesting had happened. Something that was interesting enough to draw the eye of the nearly emotionless young man would certainly be serious.

Alastair had seen the whole thing from the shadows of the wide tree. The woman- Alastair had no other means to describe her. Notions of beauty were lost on him- had interacted with the mercenary, Mark, and had somehow changed both her gender and age as well as those of the blonde man. A curious thing indeed. Alastair thought on that for a minute or so, pondering the consequences of his involvement. As the only one of the nearby students who had actually seen where the woman, now a man actually, had went, they might be able to catch her and, possibly, uncover the nature of her strange ability. Alastair was silent for a moment longer, before he strode lazily out from the shadows of the tree and into the exposing light of the sun.

Alastair slowly approached the three gathered in the courtyard square. A young man who was now an even younger girl, female student who may have been described as pretty, and a fiery red-headed woman. The lone boy in the courtyard quickly memorized the features of the three women before speaking in his low, solemn voice that carried across the open expanse of the courtyard. "The woman," Alastair said, "She went that way." He gestured with his head to the main path of the courtyard. "If you're interested, anyway. I imagine that you would want to track her down, after what she did."
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No, Rizel wasn’t a klutz, but the person who seemingly tripped her had popped out of no where when she was crying out her own happiness. A yell had escaped Rizel as she flipped forward onto the other girl. Roller blades flew up as Rizels face and upper body fell to the ground. The other girl had caught her fall. Luckily her hands caught her but her heavy feet fell back to the ground quickly and she felt like a human pretzel. Falling was a horrible thing when you weren’t used to it, or at least it seemed like it. That and Rizel was so small, as it was, falling was dangerous.

Rizel was on top of the other girl when she realized that other people were there. Her head was spinning from the fall as she looked up then looked down. Her face turned into a shocked expression and was beat red as she jumped up to her feet.

“I’m so sorry!”

When the other woman spoke she had jumped up but when the boy had spoke, of some random woman, her attention was up on him. If she weren’t acting like a little girl she might not have ran into the other girl. Then again, when she jumped up she had forgotten she was on roller blades and she once again began loosing her balance. In an instant after apologizing her hands were flailing around in the air to aid her keep herself up. A familiar yell was making its way out of her, the same as while she was falling onto the unknown girl.
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Said woman was now wandering. As a guy. Eighteen, still in the sleeveless hooded sweater, and the cargo pants, which now fit. Always look ahead, plan to compensate for those actions you were going to take. He glanced around, trying to find more people to which cause confusion. Then a pretty girl walked by. Namir, if people needed to know. A smile crept onto Valjean's lips, as he glanced around, and made a run for her. He started into a jog after checking his watch, heading for the red-head. Weaving his way through a small pack of younger girls, he flashed them a grin and kept his pace. He glanced her, nicking their elbows together as he crashed into her. "Ah, sorry." He stopped, and smiled weakly. He didn't want to insult this one. Too much trouble getting into a fight. Valjean reached out, and touched her elbow. "You alright? Good, I'm sorry about that..." But now it was enough. Their faces both changed, and Valjean ran off, before the change finished. Soon she was lugging around a pair of breasts, and had become the same slim girl as before. Except this time she remained eighteen.

- - - - -

Mark glanced around the growing crowd. Wow, and... oops. He quickly... correction (again), she got up and gathered, her feet underneath her, ready to spring into action. Reactions to being knocked over it always was like that. She realized that Rizel was now about ready to fall flat on her arse... again. Mark reached out, and caught her. "Whew. That was close." Damn that high pitched voice of hers... She quickly tried to find someone she recognized, before another shadow loomed over her. A similarly aged boy, who he vaugely recognized as a competitor in the Iron Fighter Tournament. Swordsman, wasn't he? Mark returned his attention to Rizel, and set her down. Surprisingly she was actually still as strong as before. She smiled weakly, sitting back and hugging her backpack up to her stomach. Ice blue eyes glanced at everyone.

"Are you okay?"

Then Alastair piped in, and Mark simply stared. The blond girl simply nodded, her face frosty as she mentally geared up to hunt that person down. But then again... damn it. Quickly, Mark was losing her mind. She was a girl now, and that was a bit of a shock. "Alright. But first we need to make sure she is alright... and I'm going to need a weapon." She shrugged off any more thoughts, and then concentrated on the moment at hand. Mark rubbed her pained head, and glanced around as another guy ran to join them. Oddly enough, he was wearing a sports bra. And... looked kind of familiar. Who was that redhead?

- - - - -

Off to find more chaos, she saw the group gathering around the fallen Mark. Glancing around, Valjean picked up a jacket from a person who was lying down, and then dropped the hoodie back down where it was, shrugging it on, she adjusted the jacket, before grabbing a pair of shades from another passer by. Pickpocketing had always been something she was good at. Slipping on the shades and tying her hair on in a different way, a set of six ponytails, making it look like a bug of hair had died in place of her brain. She was pretty much a very different person. No longer that semi-shy, she seemed much like who Namir was: trouble on two legs. Very good legs, too. Valjean re-joined the group, her voice taking on an almost American accent. Acting was always a good piece of her.

"So, what's happened here?"

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Namir - Male
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She got bumped into. A seemingly innocuous act that would for quite a while change her view of the entire world. The man, or was it woman, such androgyny Namir really couldnt tell. It really wasnt important to her, the person apologized and quickly wandered off. While this greatly befuddled the girl it didnt ring any large warning bells. At least not until she suddenly felt lighter, her lower back problems being solved almost instantly. She felt like she could jump a full foot higher, but that couldnt be right. That was wrong. She normally had stuff waying her down, but what were they?

"That was weird..." Namir spoke aloud, not really worrying if anyone heard her or ended up thinking she was batty. No, instead she spoke freely and was met with an incredible shock. Her voice was deeper, stronger, huskier. She sounded like Kathleen Turner now. It took her a minute to put this together, she reached up to realize her breasts, her heavy chests were gone. She looked down and made a very obscene gesture, grabbing her crotch. Discovering horribly that she was now quite a bit of a man.

"The crap, I'm a man!" Man Namir was quite confused now. Especially with the fact that he still looked rather feminine, and was wearing a sports bra. For some reason sports bras look strange on most men. Namir of course looked FABULOUS!
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The girl had caught Rizel with strength she didn’t look like she processed. Rizel stood still. Everything was confusing at the moment. She looked up after catching her balance completely and looked around. A person not too far from them called out their gender and Rizel stared wide eyed at her. In a more playful manner she raised her hand and spoke.

“I’m a girl!”

Her head tilted and she beamed brightly through her confusion. Then she really looked at the boy, wasn’t that the person who had asked if Mark and she were ok? Wasn’t that person a girl? No way, people didn’t randomly change their genders. Well, suppose they could at a school like this. Maybe? Still if it had been her doing, she wouldn’t have yelled.

Then suddenly a few more strangers appeared. Rizel was content to stand around and talk as several of the people walked up questioning what happened and how the two girls were doing after the fall. She thought about how she was doing. She rubbed her body gently once to see if she were bruised or sore, she was, but she wasn’t going to say anything.

“I’m fine.” She looked at Mark, the girl, “Are you alright?”
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Mark the girl looked at Namir. He saw those features, and thought of who the man's sister might look like. He could easily imagine Namir and this man being brother and sister. Girl Mark herself looked like Mark's younger sister. The teenage mercenary turned high school jailbait got up onto her knees, then stood up. She was about level to Rizel. Disbelief clouded her eyes, and then they sharpened to normalcy. "Wait... Namir? Did something happen to you, too?"

Then the girl - probably one who hadn't been changed, judging by her tone of voice - piped up. Mark snorted with supressed laughter, and then shook his head at her. "Hey, no joke, but I'm supposed to be a seventeen year old male. Namir knows me. Mark, we met over that way. Your twin sister and uncle were with you." Her voice took on an odd, commanding tone, one that Mark usually reserved for battlefield purposes.

Rizel gave concern to his wellbeing, and that earned her brownie points in the Foley book. Mark nodded, and then shrugged. "Not really. I'm supposed to be five foot ten, have my bulges somewhere else, and my hair should be a good deal shorter... you got a rubber band or a hair tie on you?" He looked at her, then Namir. Her hair had grown a little too. Hey, the matter from her chest had to go somewhere, and while it filled her pants a little better, she still had a little to spare. He looked at the previously bulky chest, and then looked away.

"Ah, and formerly girl or not, you still have that bra poking out."
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"Just a sports bra. Besides, I dont think I'm man enough to go bare chested just yet." Namir shrugged. Being a man was strange enough, especially because she was still wearing female underwear. It wasnt nearly as cramped as she always thought it would be in there. Though of course she had to find out whatever had done this to Namir, whoever had given her a penis. It might be fun at home for a little while but eventually her husband would probably miss her being a girl. That and well, the red head was already getting the craving for red meat and violence.

At least Mark was a familiar face. Namir thought. She was having a hard time with people's faces recently, she knew people but her memory was...well lets just say if you know a mad scientist and they hand you what looks like a hot dog and tell you to bite it...dont. The now man was still having trouble thinking that chocolate didnt taste blue.

"So uhh...the crap is going on?"
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The situation between the two confused Rizel, as if they had known each other before. Rizel felt extremely out of place as she listened to the conversation. It hadn’t struck her that the girl had previously been a boy and the boy had been a girl. What a confusing dilemma. Rizel rolled back and forth n a single line beside the two who spoke to each other. The crowd of people didn’t decrease either.

In fact now she didn’t know what to say either. While the two spoke she looked around at the people. Some slowly lost interest in the fall, considering everyone was on their feet. Still some lingered and Rizel looked at all of them as if to question their presence.

Afraid she'd fall again, Rizel removed her rollerblades which also led to removing her elbow and knee pads as well as her fingerless gloves.
Edited by -AmazedisGrace-, Jun 28 2008, 07:49 PM.
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"Right." Mark nodded, and looked at herself. Thankfully the bastard that did this to him had at least left him some clothes. Small mercy. Turning around, she felt her hair brush against her ankle. Wow, it had seriously grown. He began to reach for a knife, which he kept in his bag. Rules be damned, he wasn't going to go around naked! Then Mark remembered the Conservation of Mass. So he decided to leave his hair, lest he lose mass from somewhere else when he turned back into his seventeen year old self. Looking at Namir, and shook his head. He hated to say it, but the situation was confusing.

"I have no idea."

Valjean had moved, back towards Mark and the rest of their little gathering. She was pretty much set on the next target, anyway. The two others as yet unchanged. The girl moved, innocently and laden with curiousity, up until she was behind Rizel. Walking so that they were side-by-side, she gently tapped Rizel's forearm. Now, She was pushing a few years into this one. Heheh, that would make things fun for the two of them. How would you deal with the new gear, girl? Turning to face Alastair, Valjean walked over, and touched him in the back of the neck. "You got something there, buddy." Laughing, Valjean grew as she sucked a few years out of Alastair. And swapped genders. Mark realized what was happening as Rizel began to grow, and suddenly threw herself at Valjean.

The fight was quick, if not brutal. Mark's fist only slid through the air as Valjean caught it by the wrist, pushed it upwards and hurled the younger girl away, before smiling at the other two. Mark landed roughly, although rolling had saved her from being hurt too badly, it had definitely been a harsh impact. And it hurt him mentally too. Being who he was, Mark was a close combat expert. More than professional, it had almost become his lifestyle. And being beaten so easily... it was simply horrifying to think about. Standing up, he saw Valjean brush by him, and disappear into the crowd. Looking at the others, he saw them change. Oh crap.

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They had not heeded his brief warning, though he honestly hadn't expected them to. It had hardly affected him in any case. He was only interested in learning more about the being who had the power to manipulate age and gender. Such an ability was obviously powerful, and it's potential uses were limitless in the right hands. But seeing as engaging the meta-human on his own would be far to risky, Alastair had no further use for a group who would not even move to defend one of their own. The shadowy boy started for the path, but was caught off guard by the sudden reappearance of Valjean. She was striking again! Alastair whirled about, and seemed to almost glide away from her. However, the short boy hadn't been prepared for her againm and so he was not prepared to avoid her touch. Valjean's finger brushed his pale skin lightly, and he felt the change come over him.

Alastair fell to his knees as Valjean's ability overrode his genetic code, transforming him from male into female. It had not had such an effect on Mark or Rizel, but they were relatively normal meta-humans. Alastair was not. His mouth opened wide, and the dark mass of oily ooze that was his tongue bubbled and frothed. Somewhere in the dark recesses of his mind, he could here an angry, powerful voice, commanding him to stand. With a mighty effort, he obeyed, and soon the change was complete. "What..." Alastair actually sounded surprised as he looked down at what he had become. He was even smaller than before, less than five feet tall, with an uncomfortably slim build. His icy blue hair had grown down to his shoulders, and now surrounded his delicate white face. His forboding appearance had been replaced by something that was almost... cute.

"This... is not right." He said in a voice that wasn't his. Something about his transformation had changed something else about him. He sounded almost human. "What happened?"
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The feeling of a hand on Rizel’s arm made her turn to look but before that could happen she felt some sort of pain. This pain would be known as growing pains, something Rizel’s little body had felt little of. They weren’t horrible pains, just annoying. As soon as she could even imagine what was going on it was too late. In what seemed like seconds, to her, clothes were tearing off of her body. Where a five foot two inch girl once stood, a rather well-endowed and quite taller girl now stood. Wide eyed she looked down at herself and let out a scream. Who was she? Where did those come from?

After having a moment to think she ripped off her bracelet, which was adjustable, to let her slightly transparent wings flutter from her back. In that split second they wrapped around her. They too had grown, and thank goodness for that. The wings also hid her face, at least to her just below her eyes. That didn’t hide her bright red face though. But who could blame her? Shreds of clothes littered the ground around her feet along with her rollerblades and padding. What was she supposed to do now? Run?

Her hands crept up to hold onto the rim of her wings. All others would see now was her silhouette behind the thin rainbow curtain. As she stood there her knees closed together and her feet turned slightly inward. For once in her life she loved her wings.

“Ummm, help me?”

After speaking she held her throat, that wasn’t her voice, it was a little deeper, or was the word sexier? She still had that cute face of hers that was now pouting as her eyes turned here and there. Now she was starting to understand Mark and Namir’s dilemma. Something wrong was happening, unless this was normal around here.

((Rizel... new and improved?))
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Mark was still in near-shock, as far as he could be like that, emotionally. He looked at his hands, once strong and well muscled. Now they were thin, almost frail in his eyes. Some would say that they were slender, but Mark could only think of them as weak. He was blaming himself. For the first time, he couldn't deal with the simplest of fights. One on one. No weapons, no rules. It was a simple was that. And he had lost. Oh, he had lost it before, but not like that. He had simply been thrown down and discarded, no longer a threat. Normally it would last more, and he could actually be a threat to the person's health. And he had failed, utterly, to even reach that status.

It made him sick.

He stood again, re-gathering himself. No more mistakes. He began to look around him, and he knew he would be a threat this time. Ghost Arms were ready to burst forth and attack from eight angles. But then he was cut off by a scream. Mark whipped around, and saw a pair of semi-transparent wings, and the figure behind it. Oh. My. God. That girl was... Rizel!? He had enough sense not to gawk, but instead looked around. He was one who was used to command, and he always tucked the stuff around him and where they were. He remembered Namir's kockers, and while they weren't there, the bra was. Covering his eyes, Mark turned to Namir. "Namir, if you could... give your bra to Rizel? I don't think some people appreciate a girl's privacy."

Hoping the woman would heed his words, Mark turned to Alastair. He had almost forgotten about the young man... er... girl. The other girl made a quick dash forth, and avoided the oily substance that was spewing out. Mark looked at her, and then glanced around. "I think that someone changed our physical bodies. Like magic, or a metahuman ability." He looked at Alastair, and sighed. "Alright, does that oily thing belong to you?" Mark pointed at the mess, and then at Alastair. "Here, let me help."
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"I have no idea whats going on." A proud, important display of confusion coming from the man Namir was now. He swirled around trying to guage some form of understanding from what was going on. But instead was given nothing but more nonsense. Apparently there was one person, who kept changing genders and ages. Then someone requested his bra. It was a sports bra and wouldnt be that good, although in her female previousness Namir had been fairly busty...(you try breast feeding twins and not growing larger with milk!) he wasnt too sure about giving up his only real form of upper body clothing. Wait, she was a man now, he didnt even have to try and be modest.

Thinking back on the men she knew, she realized how many randomly decided they wouldnt wear pants for days at a time.

To be fair, one of those men was Eeth.

The red head shrugged, removing her sports bra and small jacket, she moved genuinely over to Rizel, holding the bra out. This was the only person it could possibly be, since well...bust.

"Here, you are rizel right?" Bad memory too.
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