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Muka was holding a slip of paper delicately in his taloned hands. He'd just found out he was cast in the school play and so now his single minded task was to be the best owl he could.

Of course he was already an owl so it wasn't much of a stretch.

The strix still was absorbed in reading over the paper, a list of notes to himself about the role, and he grinned and bobbled and shuffled through the slightly empty hallways. It was a free period for him and other classes were in session so it was a bit deserted and quiet in the hall. The only sound was his shuffling, the rustle of his wings and the dangerous clacks of his teeth as he was deep in thought.

Muka jolted when a glowing thing materialized in front of him and splattered him with it's ectoplasmic goo. The watery 'goo' had sprayed all over the front of his impeccably pressed pinstriped pants and vest and it was screaming in an unearthly howl. The strix let out his own cry of surprise, a screeching "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" accompanied by a hiss and his wings immediately shot out around him in a natural, animalistic response.


It was only then, standing there fluffed out and staring at the 'ghost' did he realize it was apologizing and was actually a ghoul wearing paint. His head tiled to the side curiously, his eyes blinked unevenly, and his wings slooooowly resettled.

And then he started to laugh. It was a raucous cackle and the strix could barely control himself. "You... YOU GOT ME!" he screeched.

Muka was laughing a bit out of control. He held his finger up and turned his back to her when he started to hack. He made some awful noises but eventually calmed back down and turned around, wracked with giggles still.

"You got me! Hee and my poor pants!" The strix snickered. "I had the homework too!" Of course his scaring method had been a bit meaner and deliberate. "I would say you passed!"

His head bobbled on his shoulders. "What's your name? Mine is Ulmuka!" He held out a taloned hand for hers.

"No problem!" Muka waved his taloned fingers dismissively. He actually was a bit upset over his pants but his face just didn't show it. "I have more pants." The idea that it was his only pair made him giggle again.

"Is it for Mr. Rengath?" The strix's head bobbled curiously on his shoulders. "I would say you did well. I will confess to it if I am ever asked!" He placed a hand on his chest and took a slight bow.

"My name is Ulmuka by the way." His grin widened and his eyes blinked at different moments. He offered his hand for her. If she extended it back to him she'd find it swept up to his vicious looking mouth where he snapped his teeth just above the skin. As a bird, he often had trouble remembering things like 'lips'.

"Don't you fret." Muka grinned and patted her hand when she flinched, hoping to soothe her. "I think you did well and feel free to embellish your homework essay if you'd like. I don't mind!"

Muka released her hand and tucked his own closely against his body. "Oh my teeth.. Do they frighten you? I am sorry.. I am still unused to this humanoid body. I don't have much practice." He then decided it was a good time to flex and test his lips. He looked odd, making strange faces and covered in paint in the middle of the hall.

"Oh yes.." Muka's head bobbled with a grin. "Would you like to see?" His head turned around, scoping the halls for a teacher or any other figure of authority. He knew he was supposed to look like a boil when indoors though the rules on particular locations weren't clear to him.

Once he was sure the coast was clear the boil started to shift. It was painful sounding, like bones scraping and popping apart and muscles stretching and shifting. It wasn't a smooth process and part of his changed faster than others. At some point he was an owl body with a boil's head and then with a shake of effort, a 6' tall owl stood in his place. His large taloned feet clicked on the stone floor and the beak cracked, "See?" The voice was more animalistic but it was clearly Ulmuka.

"You don't change?" She looked like a reaper, which would explain it, but you never knew until you asked!

"No it doesn't hurt much." Nothing more than a normal person would have a muscle ache or a bit of fatigue from FEAR use. Transforming was a part of his species and though he hadn't mastered it, he was getting used to it.

"I'm sorry I am not very scary like this." The cracked beak issued words along with a hissing giggle. Besides being large he did look very much like a normal, fluffy and plump owl. "I should get scarier as I get older!" He sounded excited about that.

"What is your weapon?" The owl's head tilted curiously. It wasn't dawning on him that she may have a familiar.