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At first, Petra couldn't remember where she was. Funny how that worked almost like a fail-safe, or some sort of ... self preservation programming, shutting down the parts of the memory that might threaten the sanity. It hadn't even been that long since her eyes at fluttered closed -- five minutes and thirty-seven seconds, apparently -- but the fuzziness had crept into the back of her mind as the darkness had slithered in over her vision, so that when she woke up, feeling not at all different and completely so at the exact same time, she almost forgot what was going on. But what her brain... or rather, the hard-wired programming of her brain, her survival instincts... didn't realize was that she was far from being inadept at this point. She had seen far worse things than bright, sterile-looking pods with the foreboding yellow tape, heard far worse things whisper in the back of her mind than the male voice that gave off a faint hissing cackle. And she had felt far worse than the sting at the back of her neck as her world suddenly went black.

When she came to, it took a few minutes for her to regain all her senses, her eyes remaining closed as things slowly came back. At first, Petra just listened to the sounds as they started to caress over her, softly at first, the initial muffling beginning to fade as the seconds ticked by. She could hear voices, familiar voices even; the rest of her peers were beginning to talk amongst themselves, reorienting themselves as they conversed with each other. 'Not each other,' a familiar, and yet completely foreign voice replied automatically, the deep, cold male voice leaving a chill down her spine. Something was different about that chill, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was... something felt different about her skin. 'And not your skin, either.'

There was an automatic little seizing in her body, as if the sudden jolt of realizing that it was not her own body, but a golem's sent a jolt through the puppet, the brain and body going out of sync for half a second. She regained control of it immediately, but the little pounding in what was most certainly not her heart did not fade so quickly, a rather convincing feeling of adrenaline pumping through her veins, and after that, the sense of touch was far more acute: the second sense obtained. After that, it all compounded from there -- taste and smell hit her at once, both overwhelmingly powerful and completely ignorable at once. And last, but not least, her eyes slowly fluttered open, pupils dilating and blowing wide as the eyes that were not her own began to adjust to the limited light.

'Not your skin at all.'

No... no it most certainly wasn't. Even before she sat up, the raven-haired girl lifted her hands from the cool metal bench she had been laying on, turning them over in front of her eyes, slowly rotating them back and forth several times, staring at the skin stitched together, tracing random patterns over her forearms. Her hands were the same color, same size, but the skin they were attached to (neatly, ever so neatly... as if sewn together with a careful hand...) was different. The flesh was slightly darker on the patch of her left forearm, trailing all the way up to her shoulder -- slightly more decomposed than the rest, although not too badly; it seemed to have been changed recently, peeled away to be replaced with newer, fresher skin. Petra tilted her head to the side, still laying there on the table as she stared at the stitches on her shoulder, eyes blowing wide as a deep, carnal panic began to rise in her throat.

"I'm... dead?"

'Undead.'

As she had come to expect, Cain answered, although there something different about his voice. The feather-like touch of his mind in her own had suddenly grown stronger, beginning to envelope her mind in a darkness as if feeding off her fear, enjoying it far too intimately, his voice deepening to a sinister, sneering laugh.

'So yes... you are very... very dead.'

(Female, average size, Patchwork)

Decea? Like...deceased? Candace had been frowning warily at the room of pods. She didn't want to get in them, but they had to. Though it seemed Candace wouldn't have to go to the pods herself anyway, she was unconscious before Caelius had even finished his instructions for them.

Candace woke up shortly after the others, groaning and rubbing her head. Owwww. What the hell had...hit...her? She blinked, looking around at where they were. Hey? Who the ******** turned off the lights? She frowned, turning to look around at the rest of the group. "What the--?!" She stumbled back away from everyone, eyes wide and a set of ears on her head she didn't notice perked up high. But what she did notice was the light clip clop her feet made when she walked.

...Clip clop? Please let those be heels. Please, please. She muttered a small prayer to herself before she looked down at her feet. She noticed several things in doing so.

One? Her boobs were gone. This was a discovery that was accompanied by a cry of despair and her hands flying to her chest to grab at the black coat she was wearing. Her boobs! Her beautiful chest! It was gone! But...if they were gone did that mean...? No. ******** no. Candace was not checking if that meant something else had changed, too. Instead? She realized she didn't have feet. Not human feet anyway.

She had goddamn hooves. She felt something behind her flick and she looked behind her, gasping with surprise. A tail! She. Had. A. TAIL. WHY DID SHE HAVE A TAIL?!

Stop freaking out. It looks like you resemble a kelpie. A shame about your gender, though. Seems you've become a boil. A...boil? Oh, right. A boy. Right. Boil. Boil. Got to remember ******** stupid piece of s**t. Sh--He flipped his hair in irritation. It was about shoulder length and black, styled to feather around...his face. Ugh. He. She didn't want to be a boy.

Boil.

Boil.

She looked around to see what everyone else was, the smallest of the group catching her eye. "AHAHA! OH MY GOD! YOU'RE A ********' LAWN GNOME! HAHA!"

JACK. WHERE IS YOUR GOD NOW, GHOUL. JACK. Candace winced. Okay, okay! Geeze. Candace cleared her throat, smirking at the tiny little Robert.

"Oh my Jack. Aren't you a tiny little thing."

((Male, large (6'), monster LOL))

More laughter and Marcus looked over. Was that-
A more sexy males golems. Oh Dr. H is my new hero. So much a**. So much fine manly a**.

With a sigh he turned back to Cass and- well. He had to look up at someone for a change. That would take some getting used to. "Yes, It's me." He paused. "Let's...not make out on this mission. It would be...awkward. And wrong. Wrong on so many levels."

Then it happened. Desiderio saw something and screamed it in Marcus's mental ears.
A VAMPIRE. A VAMPIRE. MARCUS THE DOCTOR MADE A VAMPIRE GOLEM. A SEXY ONE. OH JACK HE'S DELICIOUSLY HORRIBLE. NOW SEE THAT IS PURE-
Marcus groaned clutching his head at the screaming. "Who ever is in the vampire body, please excuse the fact I'm..probably going to be avoiding you."

"No no no no NO NO NO NO."

There was a little dead gnome on the floor, having a hissy fit.

Sure, he had the gruff voice of a big, rough man, but it was still a little ghost on the floor having a hissy fit.

This would not go over well.

Marcus glared at the small gnome.
"I'd trade you, trying coming round to having a pair of tits." He hissed. "Again." A glare was shot at the vampire. "Try having a f*****t vampire in your head okay? He's just..blathering on about s**t." Marcus groaned, again clutching his head.

Desiderio was still at it.

“You are, and I'm Bella,” Poe said, seemingly undisturbed by her red eyes, brown hair, or exceedingly pale skin. She wove an arm through Leon's, looking down to admire her rather strange, gothic attire. She looked like something straight out of True Blood, and the thought made her sigh in agitation.

“My, but I do look good for a b***h who had a baby eat its way out of her, don't you think?”

Poe struck a pose, and likely would have stayed there until somebody complimented her, were it not for the small, undead gnome throwing a temper tantrum on the ground. She knew that tantrum all too well. The repeated protests. The deep voice. Poe clapped her hands together, positively giddy with excitement, and scooped the little, undead thing up in her arms. She held him out to Leon with her hands beneath his armpits.

“I found our baby!”

((Female vampire, 5'6"))

Cass nodded once at Marcus's suggestion.

"Yeah. I think we shouldn't either. I don't think I'd be that great of a kisser in this body.."

Nicodemus chimed in mentally: I'd disapprove of it either way, but you are an Incubus. It would be a shame to you if anybody saw your lack of experience. he suggested. Cass's face flushed six shades of red. She didn't want to have to 'prove' herself in this body.

In any way shape or form.

Truly.

"Marcus..." Cass was obviously trying to sound manly. She ended up sounding utterly hilarious and it was horribly strained sounding. It was just..horrible. All over. Cass's face flushed with embarrassment at her inability to sound like a man.

She didn't like this.

"I should know how to act attractive in this body. I know what I look for in guys.... why is this so harrrdddd.." Her voice cracked and it sounded like a preteen boy going through puberty.

It was awful.

"Marcus, how do you manage to pull this off so e-.."

She paused.

Then her face turned red again.

Leoward.... as he was now going to call himself, didn't even bat an eye as the other vampire linked her arm to his. her attire was indeed something out of the horror movies as he took note of her voice. "Oh thank gods, its a girl." he was so pleased that it wasn't a boy trying to pretend he was a girl.... pretending he/she was a vampire mother.

Jerry springer would have had a riot for a show like that.

"motherhood has treated you well my dear Bella, but I will not claim that as my child until I see a paternity test." he said sharply, pointing at the little bundle of undead flesh. "I saw you with that flamboyant werewolf thing." he said wearily.

"however you could be the Louie to my Lestat." he cried out in a flourish of a bow before jerking short. "No he's waaaaaayyyy gayer than cullen and the werewolf combined. I'll be Armand." he said with a grin.

I have NO idea what your talking about, ugh.... humans.