Non Canon - Halloween Funhouse of transformations - RPLOG
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Date
31/10/479
Log
The house is, indeed, in the middle of the market place, as the rumors had said. It is sort of shabby looking, the wood it is made from having greyed and grown moss, giving the building the feeling that it belongs into a swamp rather than a city. All windows and barred with wooden planks and even the signs around it, that invite beings to enter have seen better days. Most of the beings around it seem to keep their distance though, preferring to gaze at it, rather than approach. A single, female shark being, in a leather coat is at the door however, inspecting it closely.
Fenris cannot be kept away from the strange and unusual! The tiger made a beeline for the inexplicable house and is looking at it with interest. Since it is Halloween, the tiger has donned an artfully made skull mask, that he wears propped up on top of his head, instead of properly over his face. He saunters up behind the shark with a smile on his face. "So?" he asks, "What do you think? Up for a little adventure?" He barely slows as he walks up to the door and tries the handle.
The shark turns around, revealing the frown on her face. "Ah, Hello." She looks the tiger up and down for a moment. "I am not sure. Though I feel like I should investigate. It might be some sort of trap, designed to lure in townfolks and mug them, or something like that." She taps her chin. "Though I doubt setting this thing up over night is worth a few cut purses. Most curious." She extends a hand to Fenris. "'Liz."
"Oh?" Fenris says, grinning at the building, "You think it might be?" He seems rather pleased by the prospect of a trap. "Fenris," he says, accepting the hand firmly, "Let's see what there is to see, shall we?" The tiger does not wait for an answer, but opens the door and strides in.
The shark follows closely behind the tiger, and sure enough, once both are in the door shuts down behind them. A quick probing of the handle by Liz confirms that they are locked in. "Well then. Seems we won't be getting out through here. Maybe there is a key or another exit?" She reaches behind herself and for her wood chopping axe, only to notice that it is gone. As are her knifes and sword and any potential weapons the two might have carried. "Okay. I am pretty sure I had my gear with me just a minute ago. Are you missing stuff as well?"
"Oh, probably," Fenris says, not even checking his pockets, looking around gleefully, "I can't tell you how exciting this is!" The tiger was not so interested in going back out the door anyway. "What an interesting place!" he says, "Have you had any experience with Spirits, Liz? I've never met one that built creepy old houses in towns before, but who knows!" The tiger looks around curiously.
Elizabeth shakes her head. "I have not. Heard of 'em, but never met one." She eyes the tiger up and down again. "You seem awfully comfortable with all this weirdness. Houses appearing out of nothing, gear disappearing." She sighs.
The hallway the two beings are occupying seems to reach to the other side of the building, should one make a rough estimate. To the left, three doors, somewhat evenly spaced, line the hallway.
"Why worry about things you can't change?" the tiger says glibly, sauntering down the hall to the first door, "Besides, it is exciting, and there are always ways to solve problems without a weapon." He swings the door open with a grin. "Adventure!" he says with a wink.
The shark hurries to enter with Fenris, in case all the doors in this building lock on their own. "I suppose you are right."
The room the two are in is rather small, but appears much, much large, thanks to being lined with mirrors on all sides. Even the door the duo came through is host to a mirror and notably lacks a handle on this side. A fact that is made worse by the fact that it, in fact, shuts itself once they are in.
Fenris turns to look at the vanished door with interest. "Forward it is, then!" he says with a cheery smile, turning to saunter forward. The tiger stops from time to time to look in the mirrors, adjusting his coat.
As soon as Fenris stops at the first of the mirrors, it is as if his eyes are glued to it. In it, he appears distorted, but much clearer than in those mirrors they have on faregrounds. He looks easily 200 pounds heavier, but at his usual size. And all that weight ain't muscles. Elizabeth's mirror shows her much, much smaller than she is, at maybe 6 inches tall. Both beings can't break away from their mirrors for about two minutes. But once they do, they find that their bodies now match their reflexions.
This development is met by a high pitched shriek by the formerly tall shark, who is pinching herself several times to make sure she is not having a bad dream. "Ho-how is this possible!"
Fenris stares at his incredibly fat reflection, then at his own, newly flabby form. Then the obese tiger starts to laugh, his belly and bulging cheeks jiggling with his mirth. "Creators!" he chortles, "that is an amazing trick!" He hefts his sagging gut in his fat paws and shakes it. "Wow! You don't think this is permanent, do you?" he asks, looking around for the shark and finally honing in on the now, miniscule warrior, "I've never seen magic like it!" he says, waddling toward a new mirror, still moving forward.
Elizabeth blinks a couple of times. "P-P-Permanent?! Creators no! How would I live like this!" The shark takes a moment to collect herself, carefully looking around, making sure to not focus on any of the mirrors, she spots that Fenris decided to look into another mirror, swallows and decides to do the same.
The reflections are even further from reality this time. Fenris appears about three meters tall, still overweight, but with a good amount of muscle. His fur has been replaced with green hide and his face is akin to a very, very, very ugly creator. With a might underbite and an impressive pair of tusks growing from his lower jaw. Liz's reflection may not be changing in proportions, but she too seems much more like a creator. However a very tiny one. With pointed ears and a set of dragonfly wings on her back that lift her into the air without a thought from the confused former shark. As the two minutes pass and they are released from the magic mirrors, they find themselves changed once more. And their clothing as well! Fenris is wearing nothing but a loincloth and Liz a dress made from fresh petals.
"AH hahahah!" Fenris laughs, his voice deeper and a little gravely, "That is amazing! How are they doing this?" The not-tiger pokes at his new tusks and grins into the mirror. "What is this anyway?" he asks, then looks at Liz, and laughs even louder, "And what are you supposed to be? You look like Sylvia! But I don't think I'm supposed to be any kind of machine spirit." Not that he explains who Sylvia is. "You think they all do this?" he asks, sauntering over to look at another mirror.
Elizabeth looks herself up and down, pondering the new development. "I...suppose this is better than before. At least people won't step on me now." She crosses her arms, inspecting them. At least she is already used to not having fur.
As Fenris looks into the next mirror, it cracks and, a few seconds later it shatters and, like dominoes, the others do too. One of the empty frames reveals a door. If fully mirrored, magical transforming rooms were not very confusing in nature, they might have noticed that it is in a different spot than the door they came in through.
"Aw, too bad," the enormous orc says, looking over his leathery green skin, and rubbing his heavy jaw, feeling the dark stubble there, "I guess there's nothing for it but to move ahead. Come one, little wingly thing." He stumps his way across the room to the new door. "Let's see what else this place has in store!" the former tiger seems to really be enjoying all this strangeness.
Elizabeth sighs, still looking all over herself. The only thing both of the adventurers kept throughout their transformations was their hair. Which stated the same style, color and length. She also does not seem too happy about her new fashion, pulling and poking at the petal dress and staring at her naked feet as she flies after Fenris, something that comes weirdly natural to her, considering she never had wings before.
The next room seems to be a dining room. A varied banquet is spread over a large table, which on the first look only has one, big chair. Closer inspection reveals a copy of the chair, although toysized standing on the tablecloth of the opposing end of the large chair. The food could not be more varied. There is a bit of everything. Even things that are unidentifiable to the beings.
Fenris grins, though it is sort of an ugly thing right now. "Look at that! Dinner!" he rumbles. One could wonder how he is so nonchalant about the change in his shape and whatever strange magic is at work here, but he seems to be honestly enjoying all of this. "Come on tiny," he says to Liz, "You must be hungry too! I feel like I could eat a buffalo." The immense ogre stomps over and seats himself in the chair, looking over the spread and licking his thick lips. He reaches out for something that looks interesting, preferably something he hasn't seen before.
Shortly after Fenris sat down, Liz follows, taking her seat in the tiny chair on the table. She is still looking across the table as Fenris grabs a small chocolate that seems to come with its very own twin. The large ogre does, of course, not wait to seperate the two chocolate bars and swallows them with nearly no chewing. The new fairy has her own instincts guiding her decisions and she goes for a delicious looking, honey covered strawberry.
Fenris, having eaten first, is the first to feel effects from the treat. He feels slightly dizzy, as once again he gains massive amounts of weight! Even more than the first time. This time however, the weight gain is very short lived, as the ogre starts to vibrate slightly and suddenly splits into two! The two creatures look at each other, raise a hand at the same time, and let out a sound of surprise at the same time. Liz's hands find her temples, which she gently rubs. At least until a pair of black antennae push out from them. Because quickly after that they wander to her behind, where a large bee abdomen is pushing her out of her chair.
Fenris and. . . Fenris? stare at each other for a minute, then both laugh uproariously! "That's amazing!" both say together before reaching for a bowl of some kind of jerked meat, both laying an ogreish hand on the same piece of meat before turning and laughing at each other again. The two of them both take a piece and chomp it down.
Elizabeth testingly prods the floppy antennae on her forehead, not sure how to feel about this. Sure it was closer to being a being, but still...weird. She sighs. Might as well have fun at this point. The double Fenris certainly seems to be having the time of their life. She grabs some kind of fluid filled chocolate, that is way too big for her to eat in one bite, and takes a large bite out of it, get splashed in the face with a large amount of milk, most of which ends up being swallowed.
Of course, changes are quick to come. The ogres' skins grow paler, more wrinkled and their stubbly beards grow longer and match the white of their hair. They no longer feel as mighty either. Liz seems to be getting the exact opposite. She grows even smaller, stopping at just shy of two inches, with slightly chubby cheeks and and limbs. Her toned muscles are gone, so are her hips and breasts. Before either of them can react, a shift goes through the room and all the food vanishes.
"Huh," both ogres say in eerie unison, "Looks like dinner is over." The pair of them rise from their seats with a grunt of effort and they look around the room. "Well?" says one of them as they look at Liz, "Where to now?" asks the other.
Elizabeth is still looking at herself, and seems like she is about to cry. Not only is she tiny, she is also a child. Looking at the Fenrises, she is not sure she would want to trade places though. The fairy-bee looks around the room. There is, again, only a single door. "Only one way, I guess." She approaches the door, and pushes down on the handle, but is not nearly strong enough to open it. "Little help, please?"
The two ogres laugh together and shuffle over, grinning with yellowed teeth and pushing the handle down after a short back and forth as the two of them keep trying to act in unison and laughing at each other. Finally, the handle is turned and the way opened.
There is no room. The door leads to the outside. Its the back of the house. There are no signs or beings to explain anything, other one helpful note claiming that lost gear will be returned. There is no mention as to how and when. Or anything about the changes to the bodies of the beings. After both ogres and fairy stepped out, the door closes behind them and the house fades away, leaving only the regular old market place behind, and causing the eyes of those who were previously curious about the building, to now stare at the trio.
Fenris and Fenris look at each other. "Well," says the one, "This is a fine predicament, isn't it?" The two grizzled looking ogres both close their eyes as if to focus on something and their features start to shift.
The features of the ogres may start to shift, but they suddenly snap back to their ogerish features. Seems there is no easy way out of this one! Liz does not even have such trick to try in the first place. The little fairy child tries to hide between the Fenrises as good as she can though. "What should we do now?"
The two ogres look at each other with worry. That trick has always worked! "I'm not sure. . ." one head says, "This is not how things usually end up," finishes the other. The two of them scan the marketplace for any trace of the missing house or a hint of what to do next, hopefully without the beings of Firmament taking any rash actions.
There is no sign of the house at all. Even the area where it was looks like there never was anything on it. Luckily the beings of Firmament seem to interpret the ogres as dressed up heavyclans and are too far away to spot the hiding, little fairy, which at least avoids the chased out of town by an angry mob scenario.
One of the Fenrises gently sets the transformed Elizabeth on his huge shoulder, and the pair of white haired ogres lope down the street. "If I knew where the thing came from," one of them says, "We would have an idea of what to do," finishes the other, then both continue in unison, "I have a place we could hide out for a bit until we figure things out. . . I hope." They head toward the Solacious compound.
The trio reached Fenris' hiding spot with no issues of any sorts. The night for their transformative adventure could not have been better, many beings are in costumes anyway, so they pass as just having some of the better ones. After a night of plotting what to do about their situation and few hours of sleep. Elizabeth and Fenris were relieved to have turned back to normal in the morning.
