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Brioche

This time, Brioche was lucky. He wasn't alone to struggle with the sudden human side to himself. It seemed like he was even more uneasy than normal.

He wasn't young, like many he saw gathering around this strange place that seemed to pull them together. He wasn't thin, nor attractive, nor comfortable in this skin of his.

For as long as he had been around the city, there was a true decision in his mind that he had been fine as he was, even without a home, or without the Senshi that once called for him. Regulas had been kind enough to give him something to blend in better, but shoes, well, they were something that would never be familiar to him. And the same went for being around other people.

The ones he saw were clearly Mauvians, based on their conversations, and the over all fact that many of them seemed to neglect the idea of blending in. That was fine.

This was all very fine.

The young ones could talk, argue, worry, and flitter about all they wanted. He would stay on the outside, as one always did, looking in with mild curiosity, but an unwillingness to go speak. After all, one such as him, who knowingly neglected his duties for years, surely wouldn't be welcomed.

Liryn

It was hard to believe that it had been a week already - because it had certainly been a long one–

And the fact that for all intents and purposed he seemed to have somehow become trapped in a human body had played a large part in that.

Not that Liryn had let being trapped into effectively being a civilian stop him from trying to puzzle out what had happened to his mauvian abilities and why he'd suddenly become trapped into this form - but so far his attempts had only led to dead end after dead end.

It was perhaps down to that why, when he'd finally found himself picking on something - the first actual time that he had picked up on anything - that Liryn had immediately headed out to investigate–

Which was how he had found himself drawn to the construction site, trying to track down something that seemed to be almost calling him.

Arthur


"All Mauvians have a outfit when they figure out how to become a humanoid. My outfit is a bit more - not with the current fashion these days. I also generally enjoy shopping now that I've somewhat figured out the guidelines a man of my age should be wearing to fool everyone else into thinking I have years of wardrobe experience. It's honestly amazing just how many articles of clothing mankind has created in every fabric and color."

The crowd was increasing and usually such a large number of Mauvians would be dangerous due to the combined power signature. This time, their collective was silent as much as any human meet and greet was. They all looked like a strange group of a younger generation meeting for some random construction explorers group. "We are sure getting a group going. Maybe we should organize ourselves a bit?"

He called out to the group gathering about. "Hello all! I'm Arthur. I'm sure you are here for the same reasons as everyone else. If you all could look about for any clues, that would be great. Also, keep your eyes and ears out for anything. We don't want the owner of this site coming over and wondering why we are all here. Alright?!" He called out to everyone who cared to hear.

Cora

Cora had been lucky. If Jade hadn't found her and calmed her down she didn't know what would have happened to her. And truly, Jade was such an angel! She had given her her a place to sleep in, made the most delicious food in the world and had promised to support her in every way she needed. She had even walked with her when she had heard this weird call from the consrtuction site. But as they walked nearer the construction site, Cora had felt this was something she should do without her civilian friend. Besides, Jade was just a civilian, although a strong one. Cora would never forgive herself if something terrible would happen to Jade.

After parting ways with Jade and exchanging promises of meeting the near fast food restaurant afterwards, Cora made her way to the construstion site. She was wearing a navy dress with white stripes as accents, a dress a bit too small for her tall figure but what can one do when her civilian friend was so petite. On her feet she wore ankle-high boots, she she would never get used to, that was for sure. Her steps were a bit wonky when she arrived.

Her fuschia-colored eyes looked around. All people, possible Mauvians, looked unfamiliar to her. Maybe she had met them before but in cat form only. Or maybe they were all new faces to her. Or maybe, unlikely, they were just random human people, gathering here for who knows why. Maybe she should run. The construction site felt eerie to her anyways. In the past, so many things have had go wrong in public meetings like this.

'Calm down Cora. Nothing bad is going to happen tonight.'

.... Suddenly, her step slipped and the tall, long-haired blond was falling down with a surprised little scream following her fall.

Pyper

The snowy haired female walked the streets, having sensed a peculiar spark in the air. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt the need to follow it. She wanted answers. She had been stuck in this human body for far too long she thought. Though that was just her opinion. She had never transformed before, so this was an entirely new experience. She wasn’t a fan of having two legs at the moment. I just made things more difficult for her.

Luckily she had a chibi senshi friend who could provide her with some clothing and food. Pyper felt bad though. She hadn’t been able to return to her original home at the bar in a long time. Her human caretakers probably thought she had gone missing. The mauvian frowned at the thought. This was terrible! She needed to find a way to change back. Things were just more convenient for her in cat form.

As she followed the strange sensation she came across what appeared to be a gathering of humans. She looked around with her good eye, unsure of who to turn to for a quick rundown of what was going on. Was it even safe to talk to these people? She tried to casually get closer to see if she could overhear anything useful.

Soyala

To say that Soyala was unhappy with her situation was to massively understate her feelings. She was, in fact, rather furious. Certainly the concept of being human was lovely, and perhaps if she'd been able to choose it on her own terms, she might have liked it, but! To be trapped like this, with her senses reduced, having to learn to balance on two legs and deal with all of that nonsense, with no access to her magic...absolutely terrible. How was she to fulfill her purpose and bring glory to the Negaverse like this?

At least she had been able to experiment a bit with new clothes, which was the only upside to this whole disaster.

When she felt a rippling in the air, a strange energy, she felt as if she had no choice but to follow its siren call. All the way to a construction site with a crowd of odd people--perhaps other transformed, trapped cats? Soyala couldn't be sure. Not yet.

Another electric pulse sparked nearby and, this time, they were close enough to get a good feel of where it had come from. To the side of a stack of raw materials were several great mounds of dirt.

Somewhere, inside one of them, was the electric pulse--a strange static, practically begging to be found.

And if they wanted things to go back to normal, they were going to have to find it.

Fantasia felt something brush beside her. It was a slight sensation, like gossamer over her fingertips, but it was there. She pulled her attention from the sudden pulse of energy and directed it, instead, at the slender female beside her. Judging by how uncomfortable she seemed to be in her own skin, Fantasia surmised that this new woman was in the same position she was in herself. She offered a small smile, lowering her eyes in a demure greeting.

"Strange times, these are," she murmured, lifting her green eyes after a moment and returning her gaze to the pile of rubble that called to them.

"I don't suppose you have a plan for searching this junk, do you," she asked, tapping a scrap of something close to her with mismatched pointed boots. "Otherwise we'll just be scrambling around like... well... like alley cats..."