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Savior turned to look at the voice that heardled his ears, and he hissed, thinly, from beneath his mask. Was someone coming here to offer themselves up as food for him? Part of his brain screamed and commanded that he pick the flesh from the bones during the massive swallow, but a softer part of his brain commanded that Savior stop eating anything because he'd blow up. Blowing up was not good.

"What do you want?" It didn't help that being male also somewhat triggered Savior's brain. Complete sentences, what? "State your business."

What did he WANT? He hissed right back, cocking out his hips and resting his hands on them haughtily.

His breasts bouncing distracted him momentarily.

"I WANT to know where my..." bounce bounce as he gestured to his pants, "BITS went."

JD glared unrepentantly.

Evelyne-Aglaya was surprised to see the red ghoul suddenly react rather firey from the little play. Couldn't blame her too much... but then again, as a girl, the Grand Bois hardly ever had that issue; asides from them being stared at... but that was due to their lack of being fully covered. Any matter, he nodded a goodbye to the tiger boil, a few moths remaining perched on them, before redirecting his attention to the owl and blue student. As another hand was offered, the demon accepted it with an appropriate handshake, and subtle bow, "It is a pleasure to meet you as well. I am Evelyne-Aglaya Yeva Verochka, once a ghoul, now turned into a boil." he chuckled softly at the last bit, lax smile growing. A few moths landed onto the icy demon, dainty feet gripping to fabric and skin without any indication.

He'd noticed a few students starting to clear out, and it was due to a trail of sand... and it was mighty suspicious strewn along there like chicken feed.. Looking to his new companion's, a charming grin was flashed again, "Perhaps we may be able to find some answers by following this trail, my friends?" he lifted much more toned arm to gesture to the path, as well as for them to follow if interested.

"Ffff.. no. Shut up Zar." She scolded. Hugging herself now only to find out acutely why Zar refused to do the same herself.

"What t'hell is thiiiiissss?" She hissed down at herself.

"Hmm... mmm... " She looked a bit shifty before grabbing her own. Well this is interesting.

"Ah think we should compare?" She raaaiiised both brows at Zar curious to see if she'd go for it.

When Eris woke up from her nap, she was relatively intrigued to find that nothing she had been wearing fit anymore. When her eyes fluttered open, the first thing she had noticed was that her skirt, loose as it was, felt far, far too tight. Where her previously delicate, shapely legs had been able to move freely beneath the material, almost conforming rather pleasantly to her figure, now she felt confined, and hardly able to move at all. The tattered shirt she normally wore (if you could even call the thin band of material barely covering her breasts a shirt,) had not survived the sudden size change at all, the thin red material having been torn off completely in the transition. Pushing herself up to sit on the extravagantly plush bed, the heir of War blinked slowly as she looked down at her body, not with horror or fear, but with little more than interested surprise. Reaching down to tear off the skirt as well with little more than an idle flick of her wrists, Eris swung her legs to settle her feet on the soft carpet floor with the same grace she always had, standing to cross the room lazily, finally settling in front of a full length mirror.

What greeted her was a well-shaped, rather handsome young man who looked like he would be perfectly comfortable modeling underwear. It was no wonder her clothes didn't fit anymore. In fact, nothing she ever wore would fit anymore.

Eris -- or rather, Ares, now -- took a rather vain amount of time in front of the mirror before s/he finally got curious enough to leave the room. The first five minutes of meandering unabashedly down the hall got her quite a few odd looks, more than one student full-out gawking before running straight into an open door. This bothered her very little, to the point where she wouldn't have even noticed if a 'female' student hadn't stopped her in the hallway. In fact, this encounter would have annoyed her more than he staring, except that the only-recently-female student was very pretty. Of course, "she" didn't seem to take too kindly to Eris' flirtatious proposition, seeming a little insulted by the word 'pretty' at all, but at the end of the conversation she at least got something out of it. The pair of jeans the student had offered her fit well enough, anyway.

By the time the now-male heir of War got to the forest, most of the other students had already either gone in or had left, finding it too dangerous for their tastes. Not even considering an alternative, Eris stepped into the forest as well, meandering through the dark, tangled trees with little worry.

((I sadly have to leave to go see some friends who are visiting town, so perhaps this roll is for the best. If anyone wants to talk to Ares/Eris, feel free, but I won't be able to reply for another few hours <3))

Merope stared at her reflection in the mirror, holding her chin in her hand and twisting her face to the left and right. She narrowed her eyes, shifting to tap a talon against her exposed teeth. There was something... off about the whole thing that unsettled her. The fact that she was female wasn't anything new; she had adapted her body to a feminine state before on purpose.

She turned away from the mirror and moved towards one of the locked treasure chests in her room, pulling out a key and unlocking it. A soft blast of cool air tinged with the scent of decay met her as she stared at the body parts she had collected, shifting through them carefully. The parts inside were female: Merope didn't do this to herself. Nor did someone take advantage of her natural ability and forced a change on her as a practical joke.

Whatever the case was, it took an hour of digging around in her room to relocate her feminine things, to dress up again in skirt and halter-top. Hair, nails, skin -- everything received attention. It wasn't until Merope's talons were softly clinking against Amityville's hallways like a pair of stiletto heels that she wondered if she was enjoying this a bit too much.

The thoughts were pushed aside and forgotten as Merope followed the mysterious trail of sand through the hallways and out to the main gates. She followed it a bit of the ways into the forest and stopped, looking around a little worriedly. Normally the darkness of the forest wouldn't have bothered her, and her little "journey" earlier had forced her to become used to walking for long periods of time. But these were not normal times, and her normally cyan markings were still a dull lifeless gray.

Without a glow and in strange territory, Merope decided the best thing to do was to stay put where she was.