Zan found Misha first, having seen her transform out of concern for his things, and he made his way over to her with his shirt in hand, which he draped over her back with a grin.
"Thanks for helping me out," he said, still smirking. "You speak... whatever I was... pretty well. What was I?" It was too bad he didn't know. It would have made for some pretty on point innuendo.
Zebulon got a cure, even though he had no idea who the lion was. He handed it over gingerly because... killing machine.
Asher received a pat on the head with his cure. Zan didn't know the dog was his roommate, but he was quite sure he was a very good boy, yes he was.
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Character Name:Zan Gethin Brief description of character: Friendly, perceptive, phony. Zan has wholeheartedly embraced the more mundane aspects of his new life at the Prytaneum—such as regular meals, his stipend, and the gym—but his inability to stick with any one thing for long has left him struggling to pin down how he might best serve his god long term.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2016 7:21 pm
Zan would know soon, at least; Asher immediately downing the cure and, quickly, turning from a puppy to human shape, frantically catching the bottle of wine as it fell and struggling to tie the shirt around his wait, to protect any tender bits. He was pale, pale, pale, and then tanned. Just about the worst farmer's tan imaginable, from about midthigh to mid bicep. He grimaced.
His butt still shook a little with a remembered tail. Quickly, he shut that down.
"I missed the question." And there was still just a hint of something growly in his tone. He looked around for proper pants.
Beth was lucky that Brian had taken pity on her and gave her one of the cures he had with him. He had also taken the shirt off his back to give her some semblance of modesty. It was then that she realized that she had nothing to cover her arms and thighs with. And that made her retreat even further under the table. She knew that most everyone else were upstairs, debating the future of the witch, and if they saw her, noticing the scars from the battle in the alps would not be high on the list. But she was still upset over the idea of being so exposed. If only her clothes had managed to stay intact! She had been so relieved over becoming a mouse not the least because she had saved her clothing. And all of that relief was gone.
It was silly of her, yes, but now that the danger had passed, she had time to think about vanity. She urged Brian to go back to the group and then ducked under the table and stayed there.
Sylvia was more satisfied than she perhaps should have been when the animals started retreating and dropping off. She didn’t want to think too deeply about what it meant, really, she just wanted to forge forward. And forge they did, right through the ridiculous green wall that Circe grew around herself. Sylvia was sure that she wasn’t alone in wanting to bash Circe upside the head when they finally had her in hand.
But of course it wasn’t that easy. She was no simple, easy threat. And of course she had something to fall back on. Sylvia glared at the woman, but was not yet willing to give her opinion on what they should do with her. She was despicable, yes. She deserved to be locked away – she shouldn’t have the opportunity to do anything like this again, or to even just live her life in the normal or extravagant ways that she was used to. And if she didn’t have leverage, everyone would agree. But they couldn’t just ignore whatever other problems she had created beyond the one area they had discovered. There were people out there just like the people they had saved, like the idiot kids scattered across the floor, like some of the Chosen had been – turned and scared and vulnerable.
Sylvia grumbled inwardly at herself, her only outward sign of frustration being her gnawing at the right corner of her mouth. With a long sigh, she decided to think on it, and turned. She trudged down the stairs and decided to at least find her underwear and some of her cures for her fellow Chosen who were now animals. She headed towards the table and found Beth’s bag lying on the floor. She found her discarded undergarments, slinging the bra over her shoulder as she wondered if it was even worth putting on at this point, and standing to step into her underwear. She then crouched again to find her baggy of cures, but something caught her eye.
Sylvia turned to see Beth huddled under the table. “Oh!” She blinked in confusion as she greeted the girl, “Hi!” Her head tilted as she watched the girl under the table, offering a smile despite her confusion. Beth had a shirt on her, but Sylvia couldn’t tell if she had anything else. Even so, she couldn’t help but wonder what Beth was up to. Concern wrinkled her brow as she finally asked, “Are you okay, hon’?”
Her name drew her up short immediately and Misha turned to find Mal looking for her. Darn, she had missed the show but what remained in view worked, too. The sight of his shirt and jacket in hand made her smile inside; not only was he offering a cure but it looked like he would be as much of a gentleman as Brian had been and provide her with something to cover up with as well. She was finding more and more to like about her fellow Chosen with every new adventure.
She gave a little playful growl as she bounded over to him. Impulsively, she nuzzled at his legs before sitting back on her haunches and looking up at him with an expectant expression. So focused on Mal was she that she missed Edward's make-shift Tarzan loincloth or everyone would have found out if panthers could laugh.
The sudden arrival of Zan, however, interrupted the moment and she ducked her head to acknowledge the offer of his shirt with gratitude. She also made a funny little noise in reference to his comment, storing it away for future teasing. A fox? He was still fairly foxy, in fact. What a tongue twister!
But that was enough stalling and Misha shrugged Zan's shirt to the ground before she gave Mal's hand a demanding nudge for the cure. Once administered, the result was fast, painless, and incredibly drafty. A newly human and now utterly naked Misha kneeled on all fours in front of her audience. She gave a little shiver. Then, without shame or hesitation, she gave a little toss of her head to flip her mass of long dark hair out of her face before rocking back to sit on her haunches. It took a few more extra seconds to get her hands up and covering vital bits, plenty of time for those closest to her to get a good eyeful of her generous curves.
Misha flicked her gaze up to meet theirs and a wicked smirk touched her lips before she rolled her eyes, shifted some more to better hide bits, and held out a hand for Mal's shirt. He handed it over in a timely manner. Then she somehow managed to stand and turn away in one smooth motion to present them with her backside for the instant before it was covered in the button-up shirt. Her fingers made quick work of the buttons and she turned back around to beam at them. The pale blue shirt was thankfully long enough to cover past her hips so that, at worst, it was only a nearly indecent mini-dress.
"Thank you so much!" Going on tip-toe, Misha brushed a kiss over Mal's cheek first and then Zan's. She bent carefully to retrieve Zan's shirt. Then she reached out for Zan's hand. "If you have another, Mercy could use some help, too, Foxy."
With that, she winked at Mal and led Zan towards her poor hyena-turned friend, shirt still in hand.
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Izzy crossed her arms. She had hoped this would end like a Disney film, where you kill the bad guy and all of their deeds are reversed. She paced around for the time being.
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Mal laughed as she bounded over to him. "Alright, alright." He dumped the cure over her when nudged, it smelled mostly like herbs than like the stink of the flower itself. He watched Misha uncurl-- with that shake of her hair back, she wanted to be looked at, and Mal made sure his look was appreciative as he handed the shirt over.
Gentlemanly appreciative, not leering, but appreciative. "You are more than welcome," was his parry back at Misha, and he at least managed a little more than a hug when she kissed his cheek. "I've got the jacket too, if someone else needs another cover."
He debated with himself; if Misha asked for his slacks, would he give them to her? Good thing she hadn't asked. His eyes were dancing with some bright emotion, even if there was a slight wrinkle between his eyebrows as he tried to focus without his glasses.
"I've got another cure if anyone needs it?" He aimed that outward, at anyone else still left who hadn't been changed yet.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2016 8:41 pm
Good, Zan spotted him! Zebulon took the cure from Zan perhaps a little too eagerly, likely spooking Zan just a bit further.
After all, killing machine.
The moment Zan backed away from him, Zebulon chugged down the cure about as effectively as a lion could chug. The transformation was pretty quick, and came as a relief. No more loud noises, no more colours, no more smells... He closed his eyes and took a deep, relieved breath, before quickly turning to pull on his clothes in an effort that took all of a few seconds.
Thankfully.
After shouting a, "Thanks!" to Zan, Zebulon stood himself up, brushed himself off, and promptly decided he probably needed to figure out where Diryas had gone off to. They had gotten separated in all the chaos, and while Zebulon believed that Diryas could handle himself, he couldn't help being concerned for him now, especially after the fact. He hadn't taken too much damage, right?
Wait, where those -- Diryas' clothes?
Oh. Zebulon walked over to the pile, fishing out the small fennec fox that was barking from underneath. After throwing the clothes over his shoulder, he plucked the Diryas-fox up by the shoulders and held him in front of him. "She got ya too?" While the fox was adorable, Zebulon had little interest in having a fox for a husband. Hopefully Zan or someone had more cures.
"Anyone got more cures?"
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Mercy lazily watched from her spot on the ground while everything was happening around her. She felt useless as an animal, but hey, good time for a nap at least? She did watch the panther that she was laying by earlier walk up to Mal, letting out a small huff of air in amusement. The mannerisms seemed familiar enough so when the panther took the cure given to her by Mal and transformed back into Misha, Mercy was really amused.
Only Misha would ooze sexuality when transforming from panther to human.
She couldn't see much, but she was sure Mal and Zan got a nice eyeful before she put on the button shirt that was offered to her. For some odd reason, Mercy was glad every chosen here seemed like they were over 21.....Maybe....The hyena maneuvered her hind legs so that she was flat when Misha made her way over towards her, huffing a bit to show amusement. She wasn't about to move but lifted her head enough to take the shirt in her mouth.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2016 9:09 pm
"I do not believe her," said Songtao, crossing her arms and an intense expression on her face. Her jaw worked as she thought over her argument. Generally promises from Gods were not to be taken lightly, however she wasn't sure if that was true for these gods. "We have cure. We need more cure? Let Demeter Chosen grow the plant. If she go and she just do it again, even if she fix everyone she did curse.
"I vote capture the witch."
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It was a lovely show, more than he had thought he would get for being nice, and Zan watched without guilt, even though it probably wasn't polite. Following her kiss, he trailed after his hand, approaching Mercy with a small smile as he contemplated Misha's nickname. Foxy. Well, he certainly thought so. But that meant he had been a fox, right? Not a chipmunk, at the very least.
"Mercy?" he asked once he was closer to the hyena. "I've got a..." Zan pulled out a cure for her, turning to wave down the former terrifying lion himself when he heard Zeb's question. "Zebulon, here!" He held out the first cure for Mercy, then got out a second for Diryas, awaiting his approach. Zan hoped he wasn't another lion.
Remaining Cures: 8
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Character Name:Zan Gethin Brief description of character: Friendly, perceptive, phony. Zan has wholeheartedly embraced the more mundane aspects of his new life at the Prytaneum—such as regular meals, his stipend, and the gym—but his inability to stick with any one thing for long has left him struggling to pin down how he might best serve his god long term.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2016 10:44 pm
Did someone call her?
Mercy turned her head towards Zan, yipping in response while taking the cure, the transformation from hyena to a human going faster than human to a hyena. She didn't really bother to try and cover anything while she lay on her stomach, her prone state showing a more toned, bottom heavy figure with an a** that would truly make Sir-Mix-A-Lot cry with happiness, also showing off the blue tattoo that covered the left side of her body. The former hyena picked herself up and stretched, uncaring of who saw what. What she really cared about was the fact that her mane was out to play, wild curls settling everywhere.
Well, now that she was no longer an animal, Mercy took the shirt that was offered by Misha, trying to tug it down so that it would cover everything till she could find some sort of cloth or pants...Hell, a ******** leaf would work maybe? Mercy would've been fine walking around nude, but for the sake of everyone else in the room, she would try to maintain some sort of "modesty". "Thank you, Mish!~" She turned to Zan with a friendly smile. "Thank you as well~" she was content to stay as a hyena, but perhaps being human was the better way to go? Brown eyes scanned the room for something she could use as pants, finding a scrap of tablecloth that would work perfectly.
"If you'll excuse me...."
She gave up on tugging the shirt down, walking over towards the cloth, wrapping it around her waist and tying it to the side. There! looked like she was some sort of jungle survivor and she didn't have to stretch out this shirt any more than she did. A quick look around while she was walking back over to Misha had her a tad confused. "So....What are we supposed to do? Smash the witches head in?" She grabbed her hammer along the way, holding it casually with one hand.
Mathilda glared at the witch as she stood in the back of the room. It had been a long day, and she was tired. Tired of the swamp, tired of vines and spores and whatever, and tired of Circe.
Throughout the march up to and into Circe's house, she has watched many Chosen turn into animals, and while she herself never became one, she wasn't keen on letting that happen to anyone else. Sure Circe may turn everyone back, but what's to stop her from finding a new place to invest,
Keeping her blade at her side, she twirled the vile of potion she had in her right hand. It glowed slightly in the light. The group still had moly flowers and who knew how many of them were in the swamp. If they just collected a mass amount of the them, they could replicate the potion for those who stilled needed it. Hell, she would even help. Running her left hand through her hair, she noticed it was down. The long blonde hair fell to her waist and as she searched her person, she noticed all of her hair pins and ties were gone.
"I hate this swamp. So very much."
Sighing, she reclined into the wall.
Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 7:42 am
As of this point, the vote is 5 to capture, 2 to release. Remember to post your vote in BOLD RED, otherwise I'll miss it.
Marisol listened to the conversations around her but felt that no one had addressed the loophole of Circe's supposed swearing on her father's name. They couldn't trust her and life wasn't about to revert to the way she wanted it to be, which meant she'd only be encouraged to find another state, another smattering of "podunk" towns, other vulnerable people to mess with. There wasn't an option of letting her go, not in her opinion, which left only one.
"We take her in." she voiced eventually. "We can't trust her not to find somewhere else to start her enchantments up again. There's no telling whether it counts if she frees those she had enchanted for a day, only to re-enslave them the next. Even if it doesn't, she's not sorry and I doubt she cares to change herself."
And that was the end of it for her. She'd put in her opinion and voted with her instincts. If the other chose to let the witch go... She shook her head and hoped they didn't.
