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Ofelia raised one of her paws and patted against Deryk's leg as if all of this was the most natural thing in the world. She closed her eyes and nodded her head, all the while still patting, when finally she opened her mouth. "Ah got no freakin' idea 'bout what's goin' on, but whatever is yer lookin' kinda cool."

She sounded so damn cheery.

It didn't take her long though to have her gaze shift in the direction that Deryk likely had, seeing as his body was large and movements not so subtle compared to her own.

And by compared to her own it meant Ofelia started to scale up his leg in order to get on his back and see better.

"S'up? The birdie someone ya know?" The fact that she had climbed him without warning or permission was totally ignored. The fact that she was also small enough to do that was also ignored.

Ofelia proceeded to sit herself flat against Deryk's back, rather content to have her little paws scrunch into his fur. This must have been what it felt like for those stray cats when they touched her hair and she. . .squeaked happily. It probably would have been giggles but seeing as whatever the hell she was didn't giggle she'd have to make due. "Yes, ya do look cool! Ah gots no reasons ta lie ta ya so take mah word an' dun worry 'bout it!" She smooshed herself down now, scooting closer towards his head.

At the really fast talking (which she only got half of) she frowned as much as her rodent-mouth could allow for frowns and propped up like she was on the lookout. All the movement probably wasn't nice to poor Deryk but Ofelia did not care. ". . . so ya think the birdie is not one'a us? Ah mean s'kinda not a strange idea ta think since them ponies probably came 'long too. Any idea on who it could be?" She stayed upright and sort of...waddled, which the end result had her nearly falling off his side.

Oops.

One second, hallway filled with lockers, staring at his boilfriend in a completely dumbfounded fashion, wondering why the jacking hell he had decided to put on an apron and a disgustingly tacky looking knitted sweater.

The next? Eyes blinking open very slowly to a world that was painfully bright, and somewhat blurred, everything feeling very...odd.

"Yin?" He mumbled, his voice coming out sounding not at all like it should as his head swiveled and he attempted to stand up, only to find that he could not rise up onto his back legs.

Well, that was certainly strange. So was the fact that when he looked down, he had tiny little hooves, and a very fluffy chest. Above his head, he could feel ears twitching in surprise.

"Uhhhhhh...whaaaaaat?" He mumbled quietly to himself. Well..at least he appeared to be wearing a tie, right?

Suddenly the strangest sensation came over him, an ice cold feeling in the pit of his stomach that only spread and grew and made him shiver as it darted up his spine. He was practically tingling from nose to fluffy little tail with some kind of odd anxiety that made him feel like something incredibly important was happening.

And he was missing it.

"Just avoid. I mean. You're a hamster. No offense. But... Hamster," Deryk frowned. She could easily get skewered by that beak or something along those lines as far as he was aware.

"Besides. Don't really know how to move in this body. Never been... whatever I am. I got three tails. Thats really weird," he said while getting up and starting to take a few careful steps. It wasn't too different from crawling, but it was still a weird sensation, especially with the tails dragging behind him.

Deryk
HP: 30
Faction: HUNTER
Type: Normal
Location: Main HQ

Deryk nodded his head at Ofelia's question. She was definitely a hamster. There were some minis that he was a little confused what they were based on, but there was no doubt for what she was. It felt like his nose kept twitching too. And the whole ears moving around was weird in its own right.

If only he could find something where he could see his own reflection. That might help him figure out what he was. So far he figured that he might be some kind of canine. Maybe.

"Er. Nah. S'alright. I'll... get over this. Sooner or later. Yes. Just. One step at a time. One step. At a time."

Deryk
HP: 30
Faction: HUNTER
Type: Normal
Location: Main HQ

Petro was not entirely sure what had happened after the point he'd been engulfed in light. He took a few tentative steps forward, the sound of hooves giving him no cause for alarm. Except... he felt he had some extra appendages attached to him and was startled to find wings growing from his shoulders?! Wait, no, he... he was...

"Anak ng tokwa, what happened to me?!" Petro refused to give into the initial desire to panic, pawing at the ground in an attempt to keep himself in control. The basilisk nearby gave a hiss, Petro wasn't sure if it was one of warning or of reassurance.



The tikbalang-turned-minipet continued to wander through the Main HQ, trying to become accustomed to walking on all fours and with... skeletal legs to boot. The wings were messing up with his balance and he wasn't quite in full control of them as one flapped dangerous close to smacking a lion-like minipet.

Sasha hated Allan. She hated Allan with a passion that transcended the normal. Terrible things happened when Allan was around - like H dressed up like a kawaii desu ne kitsune. Or huge bosoms, even though that wasn't his fault. Sasha still blamed him.

Now this. She was a bird. A bird.

And flying. Flying was hard.

She crashed into the ground with an unholy screech. Why couldn't she have been like.. a giant hulking sharp-clawed something or other? Why a bird?

This was ridiculous.



The instant that Herryk realized what was going on - the instant that he realized that he was a big (not really big) hulking (not really hulking) wolf - he let out a low, mournful howl.

"Awwwoooooooooo."

Once that was finished, he was on his feet, a melancholy way about him. This really was the saddest thing. Where was Freya? Where was Taima? Where was Jove?

"Awwoooooo - wooo - woooo!"

He would continue howling until someone told him to stop.

How to answer that? He wasn't a mini at all, but if the rest of the members of this dazed bunch were, he didn't want to admit as much. It might cause them all to go insane and eject the intruder or something. He was starting to feel more like a fight, but he also recognized that he was severely outnumbered.

"Guess not," he muttered, attention suddenly grabbed by the mournful wolf. "SHUTTAp..." West began, his voice tapering off when he actually took a look at the animal making all that racket. He could have sworn... he recognized the thing. Those runes. Oh, s**t.

West turned back to face the deathcharger, his eyes a bit wild as his little lion brain churned away. "I dun think I am. No," he admitted, his voice low. "One a'them rare ones'r somethin'. Maybe?" He didn't really know anything about minipets at all. It was probably time to learn. West finally stood, pushing away the strange impulse to groom himself. "You?"



Name: West
HP: 30
Faction: Amityville
Element: Fire

Location: The Main HQ