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Marcus looked at Cass. Blinked. And felt really awkward. "If you were in your regular body I would say that it's not easy. Seeing as this is very awkward as hell?" He rubbed his temple. Vampire, still spazzing. "Just...act like a douchebag or something. Some girls dig that sort of thing?" He had no idea.

Oh god, she was dead. That single thought was enough to freeze her completely, her hands slamming down onto the bench to claw at it a little, muscles clenching and unclenching as her completely blank mind tried to reboot. It took a few minutes for her to even be able to speak, but when she did she called out for the only people she knew, the only people she trusted to have her back.

"Phoenix?" she called, the question in her usually-monotone voice a little surprising to any who knew her -- testiment to the little bubbling panic in her gut, "Jordan? Madison, Jerry, Ennea? Robert? Bobby?!"

Thankfully, she did not have to change her voice -- it turned out she had been lucky, finding herself in a female body roughly the same height as she had been before (eeriliy so, making it all the more plausible that, originally, perhaps this had been her own body... and she could not stop the brief consideration of what it would be like to have her peers hunt her.) Others were not so lucky at all. Sitting up slowly, Petra glanced over at Tika, a hunter she did not recognize even by voice, who seemed to have chosen the body of something far more monstrous than she had. She didn't say anything, but there was a curiosity in her hetero-chromatic eyes, head tilting slightly to the side as she watched the other start to get used to the larger body. It held a dual purpose -- watching helped you learn, as well as helped suppress the fear that made her skin crawl.

"Petra? We're here," Jordan answered, turning to look for her and dropping deliberately back into his normal voice as he caught the brittle edge of panic in her usually-calm voice. "It's still us. We look a little funny, but we're still here. It's like the test," he went on, suddenly realizing it himself. "We're not in our usual bodies, but it's the same minds. Pretend it's the gas masks again." He shifted his head into one hand (weird, God, really weird), and held out his hand to the stitched-together girl with Petra's voice.

Calm it down, keep it together, stay logical and sound normal, and the rest would calm down with him. Control, he told himself. Keep it together.

It's not God here, Ferros put in. It's Jack. Don't give yourself away. I don't want to find out what death's like in these things.

“Jacob came on to me,” Poe said defensively, “If you had bought me a rape whistle, maybe we wouldn't have these problems.”

She sighed, and rolled her eyes once. In her head, Al was practically pitching a fit. Had he a body, there surely would have been smoke pouring out of Pobella's ears at that very moment. Or was she Pouie now? It was so impossible to decide. Was this how these creatures lived every day of their lives? It was like being in some strange fairytale, and the excitement of it all kept fear from taking hold in the adventurous young Hunter.

“They're all gay, darling,” Poe said, “You're a male vampire, you might as well just bend down, grab your ankles, and pray to your deity of choice that they have Astroglide in this world.”

"that would explain hwy they always wanted to suck on something." leon grunted out quietly before standing ramrod straight at the female vampire around in his arms. "Gay vampire or not, I aint' bending over for nothing" No there was nothing going to going to belittle his manhood.

"I do the plowing and will hypnotize anything that won't comply." he threw a fist at his own chest as a way to finalize his statement like a swear on his very soul.

However peering at Poe and her bundle of "Joy" in her arms which was Robert which fell on the floor, she was such a good mother by the way. Oh how it brought a smile to his face, Robert being so cute and tiny. He dropped to the floor to get down to the smaller guy's level, to tease relentlessly.

"hey there little guy." he cooed out happily "Your new name is Lestat." he said behind a fanged smirk. Suddenly, this mission just got a whole lot more interesting.

Madison turned her head as someone - Petra? - called her name. "I'm here - um, Madison's here," she replied, wincing as she took a step forward and one of her knee joints popped. Very audibly. It sounded like a firecracker going off.

Why couldn't you have been a monster? Kouki sighed. Or a demon? The undead are so... so messy. So... low-class.

I don't know anything about your 'class'! Or about anythi-

She paused.

... I need to know. Everything. Quick, Kouki!

There was an equally long mental pause, then - Just follow my directions. You can repeat after me when we go out there. We'll be fine, the weapon said, confidently as always.

O-okay. She turned her head, tracking the others, trying to take in their new shapes and remember who was who. And trying to ignore the lights in the distance. Jordan's words gave her pause.

"Um. I thought Batstroglide," she admitted.

"What about names?" Madison put in - her voice made it sound like she was frowning, though her skull-face had no expression to change. "I mean... Jordan's not a girl's name. Madison sounds weird for a... a whatever." She gestured at herself.