Diryas had, with his now enormous ears, heard Zebulon approach. He wasn't entirely buried in his clothes, after all. Relief swept over him and he didn't offer any resistance to being picked up, even if it felt distinctly weird. Zebulon could pick him up normally if he really wanted to, since Diryas was half a foot shorter than him and only 120 pounds or so, but this was vastly different. For one, Zebulon's hands did not normally wrap almost entirely around Diryas' ribcage.
A cure! The fact that Zebulon had said, "she got you, too?", meaning he had also been affected, did not escape Diryas. However, Zebulon was currently human, which meant his affliction had been swiftly dealt with. Diryas could worry about it later, when they had the time for it. In the meantime, Diryas was not any more interested in being a fox husband than Zebulon was in having a fox husband. When Diryas identified who Zebulon was waving down, he wriggled out of Zebulon's grasp.
It was a brief heart-stopping moment when he fell over five feet to the ground, admittedly. Five feet was a lot when you were only a foot tall.
He barked at Zan, hurrying over to him as quickly as he could and trying not to trip over four legs. It occurred to him that he did not have thumbs, so hopefully either Zan or Zebulon would be willing to open it for him.
Character Name:Diryas al-Baksh Brief description of character: seemingly the dictionary definition of "quiet loner type" who doesn't tend to speak much unless spoken to, unless it's about chemistry (having a phD in it requires passion, after all); petit in build and not the most athletic but willing to work around it.
Rob seemed definite in his choice, and Olivia has said she'd be changed back either way, so there wasn't a huge difference in voting one way or the other, for Sid.
"I vote to let her go."She said as she fluffed herself. In the end, if they let her go, they could be sure she was going to let everyone go, right? If they kept her, they'd have to go out looking for people she'd turned, and that honestly sounded like a lot of work that people were probably going to make her participate in. "She MIGHT get up to no good again, but she knows we can stop her now, and we will. This way, we make sure everyone is released, and no one is accidentally left as an animal because we can't find them. Sounds like the best option to me. What do we do with her once we bring her in, anyway? I sort of wonder if everyone just wants revenge more than they want to save people." She chirped, her head cocked.
The discussion continued, and it seemed as though the majority was in agreement with taking the witch back with them, though at a certain point Edward started to lose count. The Chosen that had been animals were beginning to change back with the help of remaining cures, and the bouncer's attention had landed on a certain black haired panther as she regained her humanity. Every bit as naked as he'd been a few moments before.
She wasn't the only one, though. Mercy(whom he hadn't seen up til now, but was glad to see she was safe) was changing as well, and...
"Oh hey, you found my shirt." Nice farmer's tan.. Yes, he was smirking as he turned to look back at Asher, hammer slung over one broad shoulder.
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 4:52 pm
Beth blinked, staring up at Sylvia. "Oh...hey!" She almost waved--to show how nonchalant she wanted to feel--but remembered at the last second and so sat on her hand in a move so calculatedly effortless that it was clearly uncomfortable. She stared at Sylvia for a moment, and then said, "My clothes are ruined." She hoped that was enough to assuage Sylvia's concern. "I'm glad to see you're still human." Still alive. She couldn't bring herself to say it. But she smiled, trying to distract her from her own secrets. And she was pretty exposed.
"So what do you think we should do?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 4:53 pm
Zebulon hadn't wanted to let Diryas drop, but evidently, his husband was rather eager to stop being a fox. He watched in mild alarm as Diryas hit the ground on all fours, but his fox husband seemed fine as he stumbled off over to Zan.
With a shrug, he followed after him.
When he arrived over to Zan, he took the cure from the other man and bent down to offer it to Diryas. With the other hand, he held the clothing at the ready. Not that Diryas minded nudity--Zebulon knew he didn't really have any shame--but it was probably for the best to make sure he covered himself back up.
In the meantime, he lifted his eyes to Mercy, quirking a brow as she suggested they should smash the Witch Queen's head in. "I wish. Apparently she's a goddess and we can't wreck her face or something." He rolled his eyes. "We gotta decide whether to capture her or let her go on a vow on her god father or something that she'll turn everyone back." A beat. "Not like a godfather, like an actual god who is a father. And the whole turning people back relies on her telling the truth about other towns."
Not like that oath really stopped her from starting all over.
And not like her father had really stopped her from doing anything so far.
"She's pretty much a teen herself, explains the teen posse."
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Character Name:Zebulon Castaneda Brief description of character: Zebulon accompanies his even temper and clear mind with an oft-frustrating tendency to be snarky even in the most serious moments, needling people far past the point he should. Tagging along is a need for control, tempered by the fact that he does usually know what he's talking about. His normal ease seems lessened at current, though his control over himself is back now that he's removed enough from the conflict with the metal vulture.
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 5:02 pm
Misha paused in surveying the room, looking for any missing friends and turned her head back to look at the fallen sorceress kneeling between Olivia and Griffin. She narrowed her eyes. True, she felt anger towards the demi-goddess. Lots of anger and it went above and beyond the fact that she had really liked that lingerie set which now lay in tatters somewhere on the floor. No, this was more like the anger of someone forced to do things or forced to watch others do things. An anger from helplessness. An anger from knowing that maybe, just maybe, she and her friends had killed innocent teenagers and this damn witch could not possibly care less.
Some of the anger was at herself, though, and it rested very uncomfortably on her shoulders as she thought of that bobcat. Misha pursed her lips and went to wrap her arms around herself. When the sudden touch of air higher up her along her thighs warned her of how Mal's shirt was reacting to the motion, though, she quickly dropped her arms again.
It really was just barely in the category of a mini-dress. An indecent one. But, boy, did Mal have pretty good taste in fabrics. It was nice and soft, at least.
Shaking her head, Misha turned away from the tableau at the top of the stairs. Her eyes again paused on those other Chosen nearby who were making their way pretty firmly into her world view. With effort, she even managed to avoid a reflexive moment of appreciation over things like Mal's chest, Mercy's hips, and Ed's... Everything. She had to find Beth and Brian and check on them now. As she moved, though, she tossed back her vote over her shoulder. "I say let her go but make damn sure she can't lawyer her way out of her vow. Make her vow in both name and blood. That's what these Greek gods know about, right?"
Ah, yes. Mercy. Zan watched her as she transformed, only pretending he hadn't been doing so just before she thanked him. "You're very welcome."
He watched Diryas too.
Then he shrugged. "Let her go. Give her a couple of months to fix things and if she doesn't, we hunt her down and lock her up then. She knows we can." As much as people in general tended to be assholes, Zan didn't think the Chosen could call themselves heroes if they kept leaving them to die. Or live their lives as chipmunks. Whatever.
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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.
In his current state, Tom really couldn’t discuss with the others what he wanted to do. Though at this point he was just angry at Circe and just wanted to rake her eyes out. It seemed though that the fighting was finally over, or at least Tom would risk taking the cure now. Hopefully whatever happened to Circe she wouldn’t pull a ‘psych!’ on all of them and turn them all into animals, something she seemed to have some sort of fetish for.
Luckily it seemed that his clothes had been dragged in somehow, he really didn’t care how, so he was free to look for a cure again. At this point he didn’t care if he was mooning anyone, the chosen seemed to all be naked at some point or another during this battle. Might as well just go with the flow then.
Listening to everyone talk he managed to hear that Sylvia still had a few cures on her and he flew silently over to her and landed next to her, using one of his talons to poke her in the leg a bit to ask for a cure.
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Mathilda moved over to the center of the area where all the action was happening, very curious about the increase in volume and chatter.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she pursed her lips as she realized that she wasn't wearing her tank top anymore.
"Oh boo." She spoke to herself. "Forgot I gave that away. Oh well." Shrugging, she examined the Chosen around her and laughed,
"Guess no one is properly dressed at this point."
She migrated over to a new transformed Mercy.
"Welcome back dear. You seem to be having fun."
Nodding her head, she moved to find a seat. Sitting down, she moved her hair in front over, over her left shoulder, and began to run her fingers through the long blonde locks.
"I believe we should take her in. Enough of us have successfully created cures that we can help make more. Plus, we are in an area covered in the main ingredient. I saw take her in. Promises on Gods don't mean much these days."
Leaving her hair alone, she pulled her cure out of its home in her bra and held it out for show.
"This is what we need. Not Circe. Let her rot. She's done enough damage."
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 6:48 pm
[ If you missed the battle entirely: roll 1d4 upon entering the RP. On a 1-2, you are an animal, any animal, of your choice. 3-4, you remain human. ]
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So there he stood, shirtless and in torn pants, watching people fight over whether or not they should put the world in more risk due to their actions. Having definitely been there during the entire thing and not absent due to the experiences of a merciless god, he had chosen to watch over Beth more so than Misha. Misha was a good friend, but she was capable of holding her own. The things Beth had shared with him, however, made him think that she required assistance. She had shooed him off, though, so he had gone only under the guise of finding Misha again to bring her back. Poor Beth.
"If she's telling the truth, nothing happens. The worst-case scenario if she's bluffing if we come back down here and give her what-for. We can't risk innocent people out of revenge. Trust me, I'm not all that fond of the b***h either, but I vote we let her go." He didn't have much faith in his opinion taking root any more than it had the last time, but he wasn't about to ignore it all.
It had been Misha's vote that drew him toward her. Her voice was familiar now and, even better, she was clothed.
"Are you cheating on me with other shirts?" he teased, offering her a little smile. At least the battle was over. At least they had survived. "Beth's hiding under the table..."
He raised a hand then. "If anyone needs more cures, I've got one!" But they were going to have to come find him or wait a little while for everyone to get their bearings.
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[ If I missed anyone, I'm sorry! My muse is dead via self-pity and I'll be backreading tomorrow. had to get a vote in! thanks, Green~ ]
The moment Brian approached from the crowd, Misha had lit up with a bright smile and he barely made it to her with his quip about shirts and his news about Beth before her arms were around his neck in a fierce hug. Beth hiding under a table made her frown into his bare shoulder for a moment. Why would she be hiding? As the question crossed her mind, Misha felt a whisper of air against the back of her upper thighs again and quickly pulled away to drop her arms with a faint laugh. Stupid shirt.
She shifted to loop her arms around his waist, felt the shirt stay in place this time, and delivered another hug. "I'm so glad you're okay," she murmured into his chest. Then she drew back once more and took his hand. "Let me help get Beth out of there. I've made my vote so..."
Misha shook her head and started walking towards the table, pulling Brian along behind her. "We can't risk innocents. Not if we're going to be heroes. Not if we're going to sleep at night. We've beaten her once and we can do it again if she goes back on her word."
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 7:55 pm
Diryas all but shotgunned the contents of the container that Zebulon had opened for him. He'd been a fox for ten minutes, and he was already over it. The ensuing nudity as he regained his natural shape didn't actually register to him. At least, not at first. The fact that Zan was watching didn't register to him, either. Diryas was not terribly body shy, absently dressing in the clothing Zebulon held out to him without thinking much of it.
While he was at it, he tuned into the vote that was being held. It took a moment of internal debate, but only a moment. "Take her in." Even if she was very sorry for everything that she'd done, Diryas was not particularly the "second chances" type. Sure, she was a teenager, or at least the equivalent, but she would have to grow up sometime, and he saw no reason a god couldn't be grounded while she learned that particular lesson.
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Character Name:Diryas al-Baksh Brief description of character: seemingly the dictionary definition of "quiet loner type" who doesn't tend to speak much unless spoken to, unless it's about chemistry (having a phD in it requires passion, after all); petit in build and not the most athletic but willing to work around it.
Sylvia nodded, wondering what it was that Beth had turned into that had caused such trouble with her clothes. It must have been something large. It was unfortunately that nothing of her clothes had survived, and Sylvia noted that she seemed to just have a shirt on, from what little Sylvia could see. She smiled brightly and nodded, “I’m really glad you’re okay as well. You know…” she sat down so that she wasn’t craning her neck as much, and nodded at Beth’s shirt, “I don’t mind letting you wear my dress, if it will make you more comfortable.” She shrugged, “I’ll be fine in a t-shirt or something. You’re a bit bustier than I am, but if this fits you and you’d like to borrow it, it’s yours.” She wasn’t sure if Beth was hiding out of modesty or if something else was wrong, but if clothes were the issue, at least she could offer a potential solution.
Sylvia gave an audible sigh, a slight hum at the back of her throat underlying, at the next question. She glanced back into the other room, where she could still make out some of the upper landing where people were debating what to do with Circe. What should they do? “I don’t know…” She shook her head and met Beth’s gaze again, biting her lip. “Everyone’s upset and they want her to be punished – and I get that. There’s no way any of us got through this without wanting to throttle her.” Blue-green eyes narrowed and lost their focus as she continued, “But I worry about what she said – there being others out there who are still turned, and we have no idea where they might be. She could be lying just to get leverage, but if she isn’t…”
Sylvia sighed and shook her head again. “Maybe we could find them. Eventually we may get enough information to track them down. And maybe we could gather enough plants, or grow them… but growth takes time, and who knows how many flowers we’ll need, or how quickly they’ll grow. Alternatively, we trust her oath, let her go to reverse what she’s done… but she’s also free to wreak havoc somewhere down the line. And hearing her conviction before, I wouldn’t put it past her. On the one hand there, we’ve taken her down once, and I think we could do it again, and she knows that now. On the other hand, she’s seen what we can do, and might be better prepared if we are forced to clash with her once more – and she could plan to have something that would give her an out again, since we’d already let her go on a promise once.” Sylvia huffed a bit, propping her arms behind her and leaning back. Eyes narrowing again, she wondered, “Maybe we could get her to add more promises to her oath… I’m sure her father wouldn’t take lightly to her breaking a contract sworn on his name…” Gods were spiteful and harsh when crossed, even if they had their own faults.
Sylvia gave a hard blink, “Sorry, I’m rambling a lot.” She leaned forward again and offered a smile to Beth. Hopefully she hadn’t thought out loud enough to make the other woman regret asking. Despite having unloaded her own thoughts, she gave a shrug and asked, “What do you think?”
The flutter of wings distracted Sylvia for a moment, and she glanced over just in time to see an owl placing a foot up against her leg. “Tom?” She smiled down at him, “Glad to see you’re hanging in there.” It took her a moment to clue in on why he might be visiting, but she got it eventually. “Oh! You probably want to be human again.” Turning back to Beth’s bag, she reached in and pulled out the baggy of cures she had. She took one out and offered the moly-chocolate cube to Tom with her open palm. “They shouldn’t be too awful, I hope.”
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lol Sylvia talks so much I'm sorry xD;
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Wasn't sure if I should put him in before or after, so he walked in after the long-winded contemplation 8D; Up to you if he caught any of it~
[ Sylvia still has two cures, if anyone wants/needs them. She hasn't announced it yet, but will soon (when she gets to the room again), if you care to wait for that~ ]
Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 8:07 pm
Izzy had been lingering around, her arms crossed and considering the other Chosen's decisions as they voiced them. She found Misha and Brian's conversation interesting though, and inserted herself into it."
"I hate the idea of leaving behind innocent people. But if Circe goes back on her word, maybe she strikes while we are distracted, and divides our forces. It took a lot of people to mop this up in the first place." Izzy smiled at Misha, though with a bit of apology to it. "I'm sorry, I'm just thinking over things still, and thought it was interesting that Miss Kitty and Mister Dude are up for letting her go, after everything."
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Tom chirped happily as he carefully took the cube out of Sylvia’s palm. He had listened in a bit to her conversation with Beth and he had to agree. He was tired of these “either or” scenarios that they kept getting put into. Why couldn’t they add more conditions into letting Circe go? Neither option was really good. Taking her in would mean that there were still possibly others who would be trapped as animals, and he knew from experience he didn’t like it.
On the other hand… wing… limb? She could take back her word as soon as they let her go. Of course if she did they could probably just try taking her back in again. Surely if they were to have to go into battle again their gods wouldn’t totally abandon them. Right? What was the point of being a chosen otherwise?
Well, his decision would have to wait until after he had changed back and so he finally ate the cube and felt the now-familiar feeling of changing back into a human from the winged animal form and went to search for at least his pants and some shoes before joining in on the conversation again.
And luckily he did find them, though he wondered if he should put his name on them next time in case they ran into anything like this again. Either way, he found the clothes he needed and soon he was dressed as much as he could be once again and wandered back over to Sylvia and Beth, nodding at the former. “Thanks. Really tired of getting turned into an owl.” He said, smiling at her.
His anger had dissipated at this point and he felt more tired than anything. He just wanted to go back and sleep for a while at this point, but he knew he had to make a decision. Shrugging a bit he added his vote into the mix. “I say we let her go, and if we can add more conditions to letting her go I say do that. If she breaks her word then we’ll have to go after her again.” However, he couldn’t help but think that taking her in would be the best option. As much as he hated to admit it, most likely the people who were changed had the minds of the animals they now were and wouldn’t even realize they were once human and could possibly live an okay life as the animal. But… he knew he shouldn’t give into revenge that easily. He wished to punish her, but he wasn’t sure how it would be done and letting others take the fall for it didn’t sit well with him.
