Make a man out of you - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
14/3/478
Log
It's strange to see the market place, even stranger that it seems to be crowded with beings from far and wide trying to get a glimpse at a traveling merchant's group that had rolled into town recently! "Come one, come all! Come see the fabled fleshcrafter." Came the shout from the ringleader, a well dressed coyote standing on top of a crate to get the attention of all.
Fenris, well, Elise for now, sways up to the barker, looking around timidly. "Hello?" she says, waving a little. The curvy kangaroo holds up a tattered old flyer that looks like it has been often handled and folded and unfolded many times. "I-I am ready for a change," she says, quoting the headline scrawled on the page, "Is this the right place?"
The flyer is snatched up quickly, the lines on the page inspected before the coyote speaks up again. "It most certainly is Miss!" He answers in a booming voice as he leans Elise towards the large tent in the center of the crowd. "Now, what is it you want to change hmmm?"
Fenris follows after the coyote and nods, wringing her hands together, the picture of nervous resoluteness. "Everything," she says firmly, "I want to change everything. Should- should I make a list?" She hesitates at the door of the tent. "Um," she stammers, "How- how does the magic work? Do I just think about what I want?" Fenris knows very well how the machine works, but there is no need for these people to know that. "And how much will it cost? I have money!"
Her words are met with a nod, the coyote listening intently as he leads her to the open flap. "Ahhh, you just need to tell the operater what you want, if it's a fresh new look then it's a fresh new look. As for payyy." That makes him stop, hiding a bit of a sly smile behind his hand as he works at rubbing his chin. "Well the machine really only runs on Lunar dust, which is not easy to come by."
Fenris gets a worried look on her face, but produces a small pouch from her belt. "I-I have f-five ounces," she says, though honestly she has managed to accumulate rather more than that over her travels and adventures, "I-is that enough?" She give the barker a panicked, pleading look. "Please!" she says, "I need this! I have worked so hard to get enough!" She really hoped she was not over doing this.
The pouch is eyed and analyzed before the coyote offers his hand out for it. "Five ounces should be enough yes." He answers, being a little lenient for once as she pleads for a change. "Just step into the tent and the operator will help you."
Fenris wipes crocodile tears from her eyes and smiles up at the barker. "Thank you! Thank you!" she half laughs, half cries, then steps into the tent and looks around. "Hello?" she calls, "Is anyone here? I-I am here for a change." Creators, she hoped this operator was good with the machine.
It is dark within the Tent, spartan in its decorations as something Large under a cloth takes up the entire back half of the tent as a Rather bored looking Mole stands near it. That is before they notice Fenris, and they finally have something to do! "So, I guess you payed for a change, what would you like?"
Fenris nods, takes a deep breath and steps up near the mole. "I want to be a man," she says, "A tiger. A big, strong, manly tiger." She bites her lip and looks at the mole for his reaction. "But I don't want to be scary. Big and strong and maybe a little soft?" she says, then points at her white heart mark on her back, "And I should keep this, but maybe on the chest instead? What do you think?" She looks down at herself. "Uh, should I get undressed for this?" she asks.
"No no non no no, no need to undress!" The Mole waves his hands in front of himself, trying to hide a blush at the thought before he clears his throat and turns back to what is under the cloth! "O-okay, A manly tiger with a little softness to them...ya. Just....step into there please." He points, revealing a doorway set into the cloth.
Where she came from is hard to say, but she's there! Cass falling into step aside Elise without warning or request, having practicaly invited herself into the tent. "Sorry I'm a little late. Overslept, I'm afraid," she says, stifling a little yawn behind her mask.
Fenris nods and smiles at Cassidy, taking her hand for a minute before walking up to the machine. "Is that all you need to know?" she asks, "And won't all those changes ruin these clothes?" She looks at the mole. "I mean, I don't mind you filling in the blanks, I guess," she says, looking just a bit worried, "It won't hurt, will it?"
Wait, when did the Fennec get here? "Errr, we have some things you can wear once the change is finished, but for now please keep your clothes on." Cassidy gets eyed for a bit, before the Mole turns back to his task. "I think I have what you are looking for, shouldn't be painful at all." He hoped at least! He had never used the machine himself, and since no one ever complains.... A soft glow starts up inside the machine after the Mole slips in under the cloth to check a few things. Before he comes out to stand next to a lever "Alright, step into it whenever you are ready."
Fenris swallows hard, and crosses her fingers. "Well," she says, "See you on the other side, I guess." Then the curvy roo steps into the machine. "Ready," she says from within the curtain, looking over the wiring and internal workings of the machine. Maybe she- no, he, could manage to remember it and fix the stupid broken one down in the Solacious vaults.
Cassidy offers a little wink to the mole from behind her mask, folding her hands behind her back. "I'll be here, Elise. It'll okay. You'll see! Don't be nervous. This is nothing unlike what you haven't done before," she says, grinning quietly. She took a quiet love in how people seemed to react to her creeping up on them.
The wink is pretty much ignored as the lever is pulled, the fleshcrafter starting up with a wirl and a grind as the wires spark within just a bit. "Just don't move around to much!" Came a shout from the Mole as he watches Cassidy closely.
Fenris holds still and closes her- soon to be his eyes and stands still as the familiar warmth of the fleshcrafting suffuses his body. It was surprising how having the building blocks of one's being rearranged could be so comfortable. Well, relatively comfortable. Once you got past the feeling of your bones melting into goo and your organs doing a reel, it was quite pleasant, actually. Fenris doesn't bother trying to speak, knowing that she would not be able to anyway.
Cassidy is quite happy to be unable to see it in process, just remaining still as a statue, folds handed behind her back and head held high. "So. Why did you start doing this, anyway? I mean, I'm sure people appreciate being able to fix things about themselves they didn't like, but..."
"Eh, I just work the thing and get payed by Clarence, he set this entire thing up to help people and make a profit from what I've seen." THe Mole answers as he leans against the lever. The machine continues to whirl and whine, belching out smoke at random as Fenris' choices start to change them.
Fenris sighs within the machine as he feels his bones stretch and his frame expand. There is a warmth and tingling sensation as She finally becomes He again and his feminine buts give way to a. . . surprisingly augmented set of male bits. The newly remade tiger can only wonder what other additions the mole had made with his rather vague description. The process should be finished soon and he will be able to find out for sure.
"Ahh, I see," Cassidy says, tilting her head as she watches. This was a rather mundane trip, overall. No threats, no escalating conflict, no mishaps thusfar... Not that she was complaining. Safe and easy was best, sometimes.
The Mole shrugs once more, watching the grinding whirling thing to make sure nothing goes wrong. Soon the machine slowly starts to grow quiet, the rattling starten slowing down until the machine goes quiet, before the mole shouts. "You okay in there?"
"Yes," Fenris answers as the machine winds down, his voice back to its warm tenor, if maybe a little lower than before, "I'm fine." The huge tiger holds the curtain aside and steps out, his nice clothes folded neatly in his hands. He looks good! A little bigger and heavier than he was before, but all tiger and very obviously all man. "Do you have something I could wear?" he asks, nit especially shy, but certainly not planning to go out in the nude. The feline runs his hands along his body, looking over all of the changes. He smirks a little as his hand finds his slightly rounded belly, but he did ask for it. "Not bad!" he says, scratching at his thick, fluffy ruff, "What do you think?" The bulky tiger does a little turn around, showing off his swirling heart stripes and the red heart on his chest.
"Looks fine," Cassidy says with a nod, brow raising. "A bit less sculpted in physique, I suppose! But I'm sure you can fix that with a bit of exercise, if you care to. Or with some tricks of another kind! But you look fine, yes," she says, tilting her head to the side.
The Mole sneaks out for a few seconds before returning with some clothes that might Fit Fenris enough to be modest, handing it over to the Tiger. "Hope you like the new change, tried to keep it like what you wanted." He states, keeping his gaze firmly on Fenris' face as he smiles.
Fenris takes the old tunic and trousers and steps into them unselfconciously. "Thanks!" he says, returning the mole's smile, "You do good work!" The big tiger looks over his shoulder at the machine. "You don't suppose that Clarence might want to teach anybody else about stuff like this?" he asks, "Looks like you've got a lot of neat stuff here." The tiger prepares himself to change his face before going out the door. No need for this Clarence to be able to remember his face.
Cassidy raises her brow, but remains silent for the time being, tucking her hands into her coat pockets. She glances around the tent, brow raised before finally speaking up. "Well. At least that is done! I wouldn't want to stay away from home for too long, now."
The mole shrugs a bit. "Clarence doesn't really like many people touching this stuff, he barely lets me." He answers, chuckling a little at the compliment from the tiger before he moves back to his spot near the machine. Never know when other customers will appear!
Fenris shrugs and follows after Cassidy. "You mind if I crash at your place for one more night?" he asks, "Just until Asher gets my clothes fixed up? Thanks again for all your help and for coming along!" By the time they reach the tent flap, Cassidy is accompanied by a heavyset Chow Chow with a curling tail wagging behind him. The big dog waves at the coyote barker, doubtless still trying to get people into his machine for his own profit. "Thank you!" he calls out in an exaggeratedly deep voice, "Thank you so much!"
Cassidy shakes her head, smiling. "Not at all! You know you are always welcome in the castle. Besides, we can't see you off without one more dinner, anyway. That'd make poor hosts of us," she says with a snicker as she steps out of the tent, blinking in the daylight. "Surprising that this is so public and open, though..."
As they exit Clarence is once more on top of his crate shouting out into the crowd, trying to garner peoples attention to see if they want to use the fleshcrafter! For a moment he turns, looking at both Cassidy and Fenris as they exit to give them a nod in fairwell before his attention turns back to his duties.
