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Marcus Watched his teammates with a growing dread. They were all going to get discovered and die.
Again.

Then Cass had to go and just- yeah. His eyes? Rolled. She was really cute but a touch excitable. "Cass I really don't think-" Bix. Beta six? That was- Oh man. And he just. No. "Beta Six." He sounded unimpressed. And still favoring of the number nicknames. He really didn't like being reminded of that. "You know....I don't think I've had a chance to try out this golem's abilities." There was a threat in there somewhere. "Would be a shame not to, don't you think?" Though Bix was taken out of range, Marcus's death glare persisted. Then he smirked. "Actually Cass, given the fact this is enemy territory, teaming up one on one sounds like a plan. So while No the the harem, I do think us together would be much better." He smirked at the former beta. "And then we can make out after the mission, in our real bodies."

Marcus made a mental note to have that make out in front of Bix when they got back.

Cass just got all excited again when Marcus more or less agreed to be her harem. Well, I guess Marcus was her boy. Ghoul? HE WAS HERS. MWA HA HA. She looked back to Tika and patted the hand on her shoulder, offering the male-yeti-form a smile before walking back over to Marcus, her spined tail flicking a bit.

However, talk of make-outs got her slightly giddy and blush-y. Again, probably hilarious to see in the manly form. Alas. "i-I guess that sounds like a game plan." she agreed. Chances were she would try to flirt with someone in their group for the sake of appearances later. Maybe. If she didn't get all 'TEE HEE HEE MARCUS, TEE HEE' all over.

She didn't even know where they were!

"Might be nicer that way anyways.." Cass looked back to Bix with a shrug. "I guess that answers that question!" There was a pause as she checked to make sure Caelius wasn't secretly looming over her shoulder to go SHAMMEEE ON YOUR MAKEOUTTTSSSSS, IN THE POD FOREVEERRRRRRRR.

...
...

That would have been bad.

"What do you think we're going to be doing, anyways?"

It was all Tika could do but stand there with a Bix on her back and just listen. She wasn't sure how to deal with the awkwardness so she just stood there. So these were her team mates, very interesting. Tikas face remained solid as stone as she just stood there until Cass asked a question that she had also been wandering.

"Im ... not sure?" She wanted to think that they wouldn't be doing anything to drastic but with past events she'd not be to surprised.

"Just friendly ribbing.." Bix tried to look tough for a moment but it was hard when your eyes were the size of small, sparkling moons. He then just gave up on it and did his best 'shy-asian-girl-giggle'. He'd obviously watched too much anime in his life cause it was... really good.

"Well I dunno what we'll be physically doing." He had a nice view of the gates of the festival from his perch on Tika's head. "But they told us to observe and learn."

He suddenly seemed nervous. "What if they are.. really scary?" He remembered the things that had attacked them on their last mission and shuddered.

Leon was sitting on the floor while all the gallivanting was going on,he really wanted to see if there was a mirror around and check to see if he had a reflection. Just to be sure.

Ha, beefcake, now your in our neck of the woods, I can't let you go on your own and get discovered.

"Well, thats nice to hear from you Hog." he said warmly to his dragon companion, touched by the sudden affection he was showing towards him for once.

If you die, I go back to the cave, I cant have that.
The boxer couldn't restrain his black sclera on yellow eyes from its roll. "Shoulda guess it was all about you.' he muttered softly. His hand tapping against the floor while the sharpened pointy nails, scratched marks into the dirt in a nonsensical pattern.

He overheard Bix's question and had to speak up. "Well our weapons are from here, are they not?" he replied back. "I'm sure there's a few that we can monitor safely." he reasoned to the others.

Or at least, he hoped there were a few that would be too dimwitted to realize they were frauds.

Madison had been pacing around the outside of the group, trying to get the feel of the massive bone body she was currently inhabiting. At least one thing was in her favor - she had no eyes, mouth, or breath to give away her emotional state! It had to be easier to lie like that, right?

Kouki, meanwhile, was... thinking. Or so she assumed. Bones, skeleton - ah! Yes. Of course. You should be called... Badison. Because you're... bad to the bone.

. . .

Are you serious?

We understand this world. Besides, you were in the class, were you not? Puns and word-play are very natural. Very incognito.

But... Badison? That was the worst... the worst name...

Kouki was pouting.

Fine. Whatever. "I guess you can call me, um, Badison." If she'd had eyes, she would have rolled them. "It's a pun, right? And close enough to my actual name that it should get my attention faster... and my weapon is a four-headed snake thing. So if anyone, um, needs tips...?"

We are a four-branched serpent, Kouki huffed. Not a 'snake thing'.

Jeremy woke up from the rather short 'nap' as groggy as ever; he imagined pods were something he would never, ever get used to. It seemed to be a fairly common thing though, so he would deal one way or another. What he woke up to however, was something of a surprise. various creatures and things that looked like they'd just stepped out of some horror flick surrounded him; they at least looked like something from a decent flick with believably real graphics? Still, it was odd getting used to, though the fact he recognized their voices (though the voices didn't often match their appearance!) definitely helped.

Now...what kind of golem was he in?! He looked down at himself, holding his arms out in a lazy curve to get a better view of what he could; it wasn't the view he was used to. There was no hoody or jacket or scarf or jeans or old shoes...no, he looked almost regal, in a simple way. The clothes were designed with a kind of elegance that did not require mass amounts of buttons or zippers, but even more than that...was the boobs. He had them. He was pretty sure he didn't have them before! In fact, he moved to make sure that they were breasts instead of odd tumors from some poor monster type...but he stopped short, noticing instead the hands. Pale, like never-seen-the-sun-holed-up-in-parents-basement nerd-pale, and long, claw like fingers.

"OH JACK WHAT IS THAT WHO ARE YOU IT'S---Oh right. It's you. Uhhhh wow, l-lookin...um..."

"...What the he---err, jack?!" He sputtered out, trying his best to ignore the easily startled weapon that seemed to have just now decided to pay attention. However it was she managed to flitter off into her own world was beyond him, and even worse when she didn't even recognize him. Him, who she was bound to! Granted she'd done it before, so it wasn't too much of a surprise. "I'm a chick!"

"A ghoul." The helpful Elsie corrected. "Okay fine, a...ghoul." Stupid terms were stupid. Jeremy inspected himself as far as he could; the golem was female, shorter than he usually was but still pretty average in just about everything, and aside from the claws she had horns, somewhat curled ones. Other than that...

"I look pretty...normal." He breathed out in disbelief. "Any ideas what the hell this is...?" He asked aloud, since they seemed to be trying to figure out their own golems.

(( Female, average size, Sloth Demon ))