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"Is someone there?" whispered Riolu. She could hear a voice - no, more than one voice - from behind the corner, but she didn't dare look. Most people, and those who allied with them, were hostile to those who'd arrived in this world by portal.

Riolu certainly looked the part. Although she'd replaced her clothes, she still had the definitive body structure and tattoos of a Shapeshifter, marking her different from everyone else. She wasn't interested in fitting in, though. She actually had no interest in anything on this gods-blessed planet at all.

So instead she sat and waiting for some clue as to where she should go next.

Until a machine (bike, she would think later, they call it a bike) materialised on her head, knocking her unconscious.

[Right. Motorbike. Thanks for specifying. Handle it is, then!
And of course, now I've got this image of Riulo waking up and biting his finger off. "Hmm...wow, fascinating...I've never actually seen AUGH MY FINGER THE PAAAIIIN!!!"
Steve Irwin moment.]

Someone is prodding my head. Riulo struggled out of unconsciousness to find herself in a strange room with a strange human sitting next to her and examining her tattoo.

"I'd say it's not going anywhere," she informed him, "except that it is. Who the hell are you? And don't try anything." She was bluffing, and she knew it - she had no way of defending herself unless she could manage a shape-change. She wasn't sure if she could, judging on the condition her head was in.

This is so humiliating, she thought miserably. At least only humiliating, I suppose. But I am not a test subject, and he has no right to treat me as such! With that thought, she gave the human her best glare. "I asked you a question." For whatever reason, the he didn't respond.

There was another way, and it was looking all the more appealing with every moment of this humiliation. "Fine," she hissed, and shifted.

The name Shapeshifter came from the species's ability to change their shape at will, as all Shapeshifters knew. They each had personal and familial skills at different forms, as well as similar restrictions. Since they were not utilizing magic, it was not an illusion, but an actual change of shape. This ultimately meant that while the most convenient shape for for Riulo to have assumed would be that of an avian, she was less skilled in that area, and in her condition would not be able to fly afterwards anyway. It was for this reason that after what must have been to the human a very confusing and potentially unsettling production, the humanoid Riulo was replaced with a slightly similar weasel.

Can't say I didn't warn you, laddie! she told him in her mind. She potentially could speak, but had no intention of revealing this fact to any human.

Now - a way out!


[Okay, I'm relying on your character's Halfling powers here. I'm hoping Torin's decent with telepathy...if not, I can work with that.]

[Great to have ya hear, Nana. :3]

The flux of energy from the form change snapped Torin out of it. He looked around a bit disoriented, almost forgetting where he was, what he was doing, it even took him a moment to remember his name. He looked at the weasel then at Azaziel.

"I've had worse boy troubles," he responded. He then looked at Riulo, "I... I'm sorry... they say I'm not right in the head... I guess they're right... Aza, let 'er go..."

"Hey!" he retorted, then waved to the Riulo, "Bye, lady!" then he looked back at Aza, giving him an annoyed look. Then he dropped his gaze to the floor and muttered, "I like girls, too..." then he shook his head and started to laugh, "but that was a pretty homoid thing to say, wasn't it?" He let out a full belly laugh as sanity returned to him. He was in tune with life again; he was aware.

[[ eek I though we were outside!! sweatdrop ]]

::He blinked, shaking his head gently before realizing that the rodent form in front of him was gone. Maybe she was a teleporter as well. He gave a soft shrug then looked to Torin, rolling his eyes once at his statement.:: "Tch. Yeah, right. Yuki said he caught you starin' at his a** MORE than once, you little homo." ::He gave a slight grin, a presence never leaving him. They weren't alone. With that thought he wrapped one arm around Torin's neck, smiling.::

::He threw up a lazy hand, taking a long drag on his cig and savoring the smoke. He glanced to him once, noticing the blush and pulling him closer, his other hand clamped onto the back of his neck.:: "Yuki tells me everything. He's like...the gay little brother I never had. I'd advise you to check out other potentials in the clan. Pissing off Aki isn't something you want to do...considering he's the one who's supposed to cover your a**." ::He quirked a cautionary brow.:: "Pull something like that again and Aki finds out? He might not be so forgiving next time..." ::He still paid heed to the intagible girl, pivoting on his heel and starting for the chamber in which Yuki and Torin first met.::