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((Elizabeth - 25% jerboa/glider))

Bloody island, bloody doctors and their serums it was supposed to be a vacation to a tropical paradise not the damn zoo! Liz was sitting on the sand leaning against a tree with a particularly befuddled look on her face. A cigarette drooping from the corner of her mouth and an arm drapped over her leg holding a flask.
"That's the last time i ever let them arrange my off time, even if it was 'mandatory'." Her larger than usual ears were forced into a droop and her slighly curled stubby tail hidden away in her pants. She was lucky to still be able to put on her boots since her feet only shifted slightly but it didn't do anything to lighten her mood. She hadn't been like this since she sat at that bus stop before she went to Iraq....yet with a more sunken feeling in her stomach, or was that from from what she was drinking from the flask?

(Cecil, 100% Northern Mockingbird.)

Cecil was a bird, but he didn't have any taste for ferret.

Everything seemed different. His beak grew out, his feet were nothing but talons, and there was a pair of wings on his back and feathers everywhere. His wide brown eyes gave him a rather terrifying appearance. The only real human parts were the pair of slacks he wore and the scarf around his neck.

It was strange, Cecil felt peaceful, he thought he would go all suicidal by the time he got to this point, but he felt... Complete. More complete than before, he supposed.

He wrote the feeling down in his notebook, trying to find the right words to describe this indescribable feeling.

((Evangeline, 100% Flying Monkey [like in my sig]))

Evi lolled about lazily, lying on her stomach in a very, very high and tree. Her eyes were closed shut, and she was doing what she loved best - humming bawdy, incredibly inappropriate tunes. She had, for the most part, become accustomed to life on the island and no longer fought what she believed to be her fate. It's not that she liked the doctor, it was quite the opposite, but life wasn't all that bad. Sure she was basically and animal with a human brain, but she had a home, and food, and friends. Though she did miss Mikhail and her circus troupe at times.

Just as she stared to drift off into slumber, her tree shook - violently. Like something had propelled itself off it extremely quickly. Her eyes snapped open and she sat up easily - at least being a monkey meant you had excellent balance. Hazel eyes narrowed as she saw the source of the commotion - a young woman, already at least partly changed, Evi noticed, running towards another figure and shouting her head off. All she heard however, was, "DEON!"

She huffed under her breath and started climbing down from her tree.

Cecil squawked at the yell. Something he's been trying to get used to. He hasn't used his voice since... Ever. He could talk, in theory anyway, but old habits die hard.

Moving on...

He stopped as he saw someone start down a tree. They seemed familiar. There were wings for one thing, and then... There was fur. Who could that be? They seemed familar.

"He.....llo?" Cecil croaked, sounding like a mix between bird call and a frog.

Liz pushed him back at arms length, gripping his shoulders to get a better look at him. Her few moments of forgetful bliss dissipated remembering where they were. "Yeah true, but we finally got our tropical island vacation eh?" Liz sighed noticing her cig fell out of her mouth, head first into the sand putting it out. Looking at him again noticing he hadn't escaped Moreau's serum handy work. "Yer all fuzzier than i remember." Deon could also notice the smell of alcohol on her breath. Liz was still oblivious to anything else around her.

Cecil gave a nod and a little hand wave that said, "More or less."

He knew he met her somewhere... Gah... Oh wait, was it that time? Oh wow. That was ages ago, wasn't it? That was the problem with the island, there's times where you just didn't recognize one another anymore. And then when you did, you kinda had to introduce yourself again.

He walked over and wrote underneath the thoughts he wrote before, Well, you've changed, literately. ^^

Yep. He was in a good mood.

"Pphffffffffft, if that was true then 'e would've taken the booze and cigs along with muh gun." Wrapping an arm around Deon she pulls him down bombarding his scalp with her knuckles, if anything she took his comment with a laxidazy laugh. "If i kin still give you a noogie i'd say i'm doin' just fine an i hardly think it could get much worse." Her ears twitched before letting him go. Kicking the cigarette butt Liz took out another, fumbling with her lighter before finally lighting it swaying momentarily. Her more pronounced accent and clumsiness could be explained either by the drinking, shock from the change or even something else accompanying the earlier.

"Ehhh i have yet to be drunken as i still retain the memory of where i am and why...actually i think i took care of the why at least, now for the where!" Liz exclaimed opening up her flask again. Taking a swig she tilts her head back too fast throwing her off balance hitting the sand butt and tail first. Her face scrunched in face and her teeth clenched the pain itself seemed to quickly jolted some soberness into her as a pained exhale escaped her lips. She glances at her flask with relief finding it unscathed from the gritty grasp of sand and drinks from it again before closing it for good measure.

"Well, i da know. Not a rabbit thank God, not any feline i know the ears 'er too big." She grunted yanking one of her ears. "The only hints i've had are my eyes, they've been achin' and painin' a bit every time i go out in the sun now. An i dun think there's any bird large enough ta eat-" She stops just noticing the bird near by. "Never mind... you'll be fine i'll protect ya." Liz gives Deon a thumbs up.