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 Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2013 10:35 am
Meyaira Firespring XD yay! razz I need to try and make older characters too. >.>; problem is most people stay in the teens to mid, to late, twenties most of the time. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Edited: I hate editing my posts by the way...-_-; just letting you know. xP) Ratchet blushed feeling her tail brush up against his leg whens he twirled. Pulling her close he dipped her down and stared into her beautiful eyes. Suddenly her singing stopped and he just smiled at her. "I didn't know you were such a great dancer." he laughed pulling her up. Turning to see Finita he held Silvia's hand and nodded to the woman. Looking at the ritual room he wondered just what was going on? Was she brewing something?
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2013 10:55 am
The smell of beer overwhealming her was naucious at the start but now it didn;t seem so bad. With her mouth dry, she wanted a drink but water now seemed to just be too foul for her. She had no other choice. She took a hand and scooped it into the barrel of booze that now lay before her letting the amber liquid course down her gullet.
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2013 11:09 am
She found that it was delicious. It made her hair stand on end as she drank down her amber colored prize. It was energizing, like drinking eight cups of Turkish coffee, yet didn't make her jittery or hyper at all. The equipment seemed to be quite small at first but now it seemed just the right size....
It was then she realized... the world looked different. Everything seemed to be made and shaped out of tiny words... or were they numbers? Concepts? symbols? She knew the world around her, the feeling of granite under her bare feet... she could feel her toes wiggle in discomfort... she should get some boots... all this coming at her at once was making her hair curl. It was then she realized that her hair had suddenly turned to bronze! Literally bronze, as her hair had turned into fine living bio-metallic metal wires that curled around behind her. Her hair also reached down to come to her feet... even when it was curling like so! Her skin looked like it was now made of a reddish stone, and yet it flexed and moved like normal skin. She was no more then 3 feet tall now... She wasn't able to see it but her eyes had gone black like onyx but gleamed with an emerald sheen in the light. The robe she had been wearing draped over her like a child wearing their mother's dress... She was tiny... but she felt strong.
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2013 11:49 am
She had felt herself shrink. Now she were stairing at her now claylike skin and bronze hair made her feel odd. Though it wasn't too bad. She still wore the transciever. "Oi. If you can hear me, I think it worked." She called to her with a Thick accent. She was being watched and did not want to take the robe off, but she hitched up the robe and sat down on the stairs.
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2013 12:03 pm
As Estelle was walking back towards the ladder she nearly stepped on something hard and metallic... and wriggly. It felt just like her hair! But it wasn't... she could feel if she was stepping on her own hair.
The metal locks slipped out from under her foot.
Oy! No steppin on me beard! She heard someone behind her say... it was a very deep male voice with a very thick dwarfish accent...
Behind her was another dwarf... He had a shiny bald head (highly polished!) deep black eyes with a diamond sheen to them. You couldn't tell what he was wearing due to the fact that his beard was massive. The dwarf was 3 feet tall like Estelle, and yet his beard was a shining, almost blinding platinum, and it coiled along the ground around him like he was standing in a mountain of metallic hair.... attached to his face. On his forehead was a rune... it was the rune for dwarf, she somehow knew.
He was looking about, his beard squirming and moving around on it's own. What's all this shyte? Poor craftmanship, ahl of et!
After taking a through look around, he turned to Estelle. He studied her carefully, before a marble toothed smile formed on his face through his massive beard.
Whel nou lass... How ye be?
She could feel his words... she knew by very instinct that this was a High Thane. A thane that most dwarfs would jump over themselves to serve at any word... yet she couldn't help but look at him as an equal for some reason...
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2013 12:59 pm
"Ah Sorry there lad." She said to him rather shocked at the sound of her own voice. Did I just say lad? Estelle thought to herself staring at the other dwarf before her. He too was only about a metre tall and with the same complexion of stony skin. She almost blushed too as he was kind of cute, with his jagged muscles and the veins of gold that seemed to come from his body. "I'm fin... jus gettin used to this." She told him looking rather nervous.
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2013 1:13 pm
Whel, it be ah loot tae take in at first ain't et? He asked. Ah wouuln't know meself. Ah was boorn a dwarf.
He looked her over carefully, before nodding to himself. Ahl give ye ah bit o' advice, lass. Find ye somthin tae do. Can' be anythin'. Booze brewin', jewel craftin', runworkin, or even bootmakin. Dwarfs have tae two modes; work an' play. With no work yer play gets a bit.. destructive from nou sense o' duty.. With nou play ye get gei mad. Ya ken?((Edited: Reworded that a little bit.))
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2013 3:52 pm
"Aye it is. I was human now a dwarf." Estelle said as she took a few steps more up the stairs before looking down to the other dwarf again. "Find somethin to do, to take my time. I'll do it. Whats yer name by the way. Names Estelle." she offered as she dragged her bronze hair up.
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2013 4:48 pm
At this point Finita headed out of the room and up to the roof to fetch Estelle.
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Mah name's Glittermane. Said the dwarf. He watched at her start to head towards the ladder. Whel, ah guess that's mah cue tae go. Go make Ol' Motty proud.
With that he started rummaging around in his beard. After a moment he puled out... a shovel!
Wait, nou.... He put it back. Then he pulled out a spade. What's tha' doin in mah beard?!? He asked. Finally he pulled out a large, stone pickaxe. Aye, tha's bettar.
He smiled at it, before his beard made a hole infront of him so he could get at the granite floor. He started to pick at the floor so fast it made the sound of a jackhammer.... before he jumped into a hole in the ground that wasn't there a second ago. Soon all that was visible of him was his shining platinum beard, which seemed to slip and slide in after him like an octopus squeezing through a hole.
And with that, Glittermane was gone.
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Finita was waiting for Estelle at the hatch...
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2013 6:53 pm
Watching him leave Estelle stomped up to Finita. "Well, it works, now I just am hungry and am craving a beer." She told her as she felt her new rocky skin and hair once more.
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2013 7:06 pm
Finita smiled, getting to one knee to look the human-turned-dwarf a little more closely.
Well, I'll see if I can't order you some food... and a beer. But for now... more rituals await!
She turned and lead the dwarf woman down the stairs and back to the observation room.
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I had been watching with definite interest. That was a dwarf, huh? He had one massive beard! And it moved! I wondered if he could pick things up with it.
I giggled and leaned against Ratchet, who I kissed on the cheek. I still was feeling a romance high from Cecelia's song, and I rested my head on his shoulder.
Finita stepped in, striding to the center of the room. She pulled the book out of her bag and looked it over carefully, flicking through the pages to see what ritual would be done next... and who was the most likley person for it to effect.
Finally she stopped at a page, and she read it carefully. She then turned to look about, before her eyes settled on Olivia. She smiled and pulled out the walkie talkie. She started listing off orders into it, and it was not moments after more contractors poured into the chamber, removing the big stony ceiling and starting to convert the ritual chamber into something else...
Then she walked over to Olivia.
Excuse me...? Would you like to go next?
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2013 7:41 pm
Ratchet watched in surprise. So now they had a Dwarven women in toe? When Finita returned she moved to the woman with blue hair and he wondered just what she would become? In all honestly having Silvia there helped. Looking back at the ritual chamber he was amazed at how quickly the men got to work. Though something didn't add up. If there was someone trying to kill the women, then who would be targeted next? Ratchet grew worried and hoped they could n** this in the bud before something tragic happened! He couldn't dream of living his life without Silvia, Cecelia, Finita, and now Estelle! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Olivia couldn't believe her eyes. That tall woman had shrunk! Not only that she was a lot more stocky and had a thick Scottish accent. Her eyes were wide and a hand to her mouth, this was all a new experience to behold! SHE had signed up for this too!? When the ritual was done she looked up at the bull woman when she asked if Olivia would like to go next.
Her mind was screaming at the woman to leave, run away, and never come back; but, her heart was telling her to go. Closing her eyes she pondered long and hard before giving the Minotaur and answer.
"Alright, I shall go next dear! Let us begin this." she said calmly and nodded ready to follow Finita into a mysterious outcome. Life was full of choices and like a freshly growing flower, she would make sure her's ended up blooming beautifully!
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2013 8:27 pm
The ritual chamber will take about an hour to set up. She said, leading Olivia over to the meditation room.
Inside, someone had removed the tables and chairs, instead replacing it with a bamboo mat.
In the meantime, I would recommend to you that you meditate, and please change into the robe provided...
She bowed and saluted the flower lady, before stepping outside respectfully.
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2013 10:31 pm
((OOC: Phew, lots to catch up on. Trying to post so I don't get left behind. Hehe)) Somewhat breathless, Helena found herself unable to stop her lively antics. She felt heady and light, like she’d had a few glasses of her favourite wine. Even if she wanted to stop, she could do nothing but dance – a tango if she was not mistaken from the classes she took regularly.
When the Siren song tapered to its finale, she released her involuntary dance partner as quickly as she was able as the good feelings began to fade. A prickly heat crept up her neck and bloomed across her face as she was suddenly swamped with embarrassment, wondering why she had done that. Sure, she got the sudden urge to dance with her boyfriend on occasion when there was a song on that set the mood or when she was just feeling playful but she never normally grabbed complete strangers and twirled them around unless she was at dance class.
She stepped back a few paces, fanning herself with one hand while chuckling rather sheepishly. “O-oh, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me just then. It was just such pretty music and... I don’t know. I guess I got carried away”.
Looking back into the tank, she smiled at Cecelia all the same. “Still, it was enjoyable. Thank you for your performance. I think that would be a good one to play at weddings” Helena suggested. That music had some kind of power in it. She was glad the Siren, for that word did now seem to be the more obvious choice, had chosen something positive to play. She dared not think what other moods or music could do.
Now that the music had stopped however, Helena suspected the next ritual was about to begin. Butterflies flurried in her stomach.
Feeling vibrations zing up her body as the floor and building shook, she looked around to see the Minotaur woman from earlier. No, she couldn’t keep thinking of her like that: Head Scientist, Helena corrected herself firmly, trying to remember her name.
She followed Finita’s movement with her eyes as the hoofed minos clopped towards the observation window and finally noticed the other occupants in the room. There was the scientist who spoke to her earlier, a woman with curiously blue hair in twin buns and…she tried not to stare at the girl with silver fox ears popping out of her skull and a fluffy tail waving from her rump. She must have been one of the other volunteers. Was that the ‘kitsune’? Helena could only guess. She wasn’t very knowledgeable about Asian myths or culture, so she had no idea what that word meant.
“Ah, if you don’t mind, I think I will go and sticky beak on what’s happening over there” she told Alex. Curiosity took hold of her once again and led her quietly across the room to stand a little way off to one side, in front the sheet of thick glass. She could feel the excitement and wonder stir and mingle with the swirling of fear as she watched the events unfold behind it and affect the woman that entered, changing her into a mythical race. Her mind kept trying to tell her that it wasn’t real, that she was watching a play at the theatre. But Helena knew better.
“Dwarves!” she whispered the word a little loudly, forgetting there was anyone else in the room. “That must be Dwarven ale? Wow, the hair is so…is it metal?!”
So, she was asking herself questions. Let people think she was crazy. You had to be a little crazy to want to do this, Helena reasoned.
When Estelle came out of the chamber, she stared openly at her. She then walked over to her and clapped in congratulatory manner.
“I just wanted to say, I think that was amazing to watch. Was it exciting? Were you scared?” she gushed, reaching to feel some of Estelle’s coppery hair. “Your hair…it looks like it’s made of wire. You're lucky you didn't also have a beard like that other fellow” she laughed.
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Kasumi Roseglimmer Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 8:32 am
Alex blushed slightly after the music stopped. When the woman apologized for suddenly dancing with him he waved a hand. "N-No it's alright! I-I couldn't really control myself either! You're a very good dancer though." he complimented happily. Looking over at the Siren he couldn't help but feel like she was an illusion. Part of him wanted to touch her scaly tail.
Once he was finished dancing the young scientist turned his attention to the ritual chamber. Deciding to follow the model he watched closely as the woman inside began to move about. Just like Helena, he too was amazed at what he was seeing before him. It all seemed to surreal! Before his eyes the tall woman shrunk, becoming a rather busty, stocky, woman.
When the model uttered out the word he looked over and nodded. "Y-Yeah! That...was cool!" he stated happily noticing the bearded man appear and talk to the woman. When she came up walking to them he watched Helena poke and prod the woman's hair.
Alex bent down and stared into Estelle's eyes. His sparkled with curiosity and wonder. "Yeah! Tell us what your experience was like please!?" he asked excitement in his eyes. Never before had he seen something so wondrous! What would the model and the blue haired woman become?
Looking up he noticed the Minotaur talking to Olivia. It looked like she was next, and for a moment he watched her walk out of the room with the head scientist.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Olivia was led to a small meditation room. Hearing the words of Finita she smiled an nodded, then waited for her to leave. Walking over to a small closet, she took off her clothing and put on one of the robes. It was comfortable and hugged her curves well. Sitting down on the mat she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and began to concentrate.
Though she did the best she could to focus, nothing but flowers had filled her mind. The orders, the stress of her job, the late nights making flower arrangements for weddings and other establishments.... There were times she wished she could just fly away from it all, and just be a carefree like she was when she was a child. In the midst of it all, she started to feel a peace wash over her body and felt her heart slowly beating. Olivia would be ready for whatever would be thrown at her.
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