We Otter Leaf - RPLOG

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23/4/478

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Fenris hurries into the Church, relatively certain that he was not followed. He walks purposfully across the nave of the big building and to a small door at the back, producing an iron key. One that he probably should not have, but he always put things back after he borrowed them. No harm, no foul, right? Besides, no one but him ever ventured down into the deep vaults anyway.

Kalt is helmeted once more, the vixen missing her axe however as she tries to follow after good old Fenris, dodging pasts the priest as she ends up behind a pillar for some reason... now, he wasn't supposed to be going here to sulk, he was supposed to be going to the manor! The Vixen's eyes narrow behind the helmet as she waits for him to unlock the door to follow him... well, might as well see what he's up to after all.

Fenris slips inside the door and starts down the stairs, activating his little sacred doctor which gives off a cool, white light. The stairs wind around a few times before opening into a vaulted storage room. Fenris does not stop to look at the shelves and tables, knowing that what he is after won't be in these first vaults.

Kalt peeks through the door first as Fenris leaves it open, her eyes narrowing even further as she steps down into the stairs, careful in her armor to not make -too- much noise, but given his pace and head start, she's probably out of earshot as she makes her way down after him, blinking at the shelves... But he's still further in, so she follows along after!

Fenris does not notice Kalt, despite her heavily armored tread as he hurries past wonders that most beings never even dream of. He has a specific goal in mind. After traversing the whole floor, the tiger stops at another small door and produces a key of some sort of shining metal that he is DEFINITELY not supposed to have. Instead of inserting it into a lock, which does not seem to be evident, he simply holds it against the door and chants something unintelligible before the door opens with a click and he vanishes through, leaving it just a little ajar. No sense in accidentally getting locked in, right?

Clump, clump, clump... Kalt continues to trod along, watching from farther back around a corner as he opens the door... Now that certainly shouldn't be. The vixen lets out a gentle sigh and shakes her head, before walking forward... May as well talk him out of whatever crazy plan he had now... and apologize, that too. So, with tentative and careful steps she follows forward, reaching the door as she goes to push it open slightly and peek her helmeted head inside.

Behind the door is another flight of stairs, this one longer, much longer, and lined with strange lights and creator steel. Could it lead all the way down into the undertunnels? At the distant bottom, Fenris is carefully looking around among ghostly shapes of covered crates and boxes, obscure artifacts of a bygone time.

Kalt sighs gently, more damned stairs. All the same, the vixen opens the door enough to fit inside, not bothering to turn and try to close it some, lest she tumble down the stairs. Instead she goes to carefully make her way down, each step taking a bit of time as she's carefully working to not make more sound than normal, eyeing Fenris at the bottom through the slot in her visor as she does so.

"There has to be one," Fenris mutters to himself as he moves from crate to crate, item to item, looking at labels and marks, though he does not seem to see what he is looking for. He heads a little deeper into the dark space, only the gentle glow of his Sacred Doctor to light his way.

Kalt follows right behind, not going to stop in this... Honestly she should make herself known, and yell at him now but... It'd be better to catch him in the act wouldn't it? So she continued on, tail still and her form rigid as she chases after that gentle glow.

"Ha!" comes a gentle sound of victory amidst the dark silence, "I knew there would be one!" Fenris stands in front of a large, covered, box shaped object. The tiger drops the carefully inscribed tag he was looking at and ducks underneath the dusty cloth, vanishing from sight.

Kalt huffs some as Fenris ducks under a dust Cloth, this little chase had gone on long enough. Sure thing, she breaks into a full loud stride, before reaching down to grab the cloth and yank it up as she bends as far as she can. "Really Fenris?"

"Hello, Kalt," Fenris says cheerfully, working at the controlls of a large, boxy machine. The console glows with a bluish light as he carefully taps things out. "I confess, I wasn't sure when you were going to say something," he says, "You ever see a fleshcrafter before?"

"No, I ain't a fan of them things! Ya know that... Now ya gotta be jokin' me, ya ain't honestly gonna go an' try changin' yerself just cause ya got a lil'more mid to ya? Ya ain't unhealthy an' can work fine, I were only teasin' ya!" The vixen huffing from behind her helmet as she stares down at him as he works.

"Just a little," Fenris confirms, "Just so I can get rid of it. I think they guy at the controls when I got back to being me just had a thing for chubby guys and I got a little more than I bargained for. It is perfectly safe!" At least, he hopes it is safe. The thing has been shut away down here for a long time. And then there was the way the one in the Solacious vaults had reacted. "Nothing to worry about at all!" he says, tapping at a few more buttons on the console, "There, that ought to do it. Do me a favor and press the red button for me?" The tiger disappears inside of the machine, leaving Kalt alone under the tent like covering with only the tiger's little device giving off light.

"Press it Yer damned self ya crazy bastard!" The vixen grumbling to herself before she closes her left gauntlet fist, and goes to smack it into the button... Not the most... -gentle- way to press a button. "Ya were fine the way ya were ya know!"

There is a pop of lightning as the screen cracks under Kalt's less than gentle care and the machine hums to life! But instead of the divine math being restricted to the inside of the machine, it bursts forth in streams of light and power, wrapping both the machine where Fenris is hidden and Kalt in her armor up in the transforming magic! The vixen is aware of a sudden warmth in her extremities, like the beginning of a sauna massage that slowly moves to her core. Uh oh.

Oh no... oh no bonobo onto!

Oh no... oh no nonononono! The vixen flails as she feels that warmth, trying to fight it off as she smacks around inside, punching at the walls and the consul without realizing it as she lets out a scream. "FUCKIN' HELL FENRIS YA SHAPRE SHIFTING SONNNUVABITCH M'GONNA BEAT YER DAMNED ASS!" Still flailing in panic as she can feel that change...

Fenris does not answer. Presumably he is in the midst of his own change. Soon, Kalt can no longer shout and flail as her muscles and bones melt and morph to something new. There is a brief moment when everything goes black, then the world is back in the dim light of Fenris's sacred doctor and the occasional fizzle from the console. There is a sigh from within the box and a voice rather higher than Fenris's comes from behind the curtain. "Kalt?" he asks, "What did you do out there?"

Kalt falls when the moment of blackness comes, smacking into the back of the machine and ending up laying there, crumpled amidst the small area as she groans slightly, her voice a tad more silky than usual... "Didn't do nuttin' but press that button like ya said to..." Oh spirits, her chest and rear hurt greatly now, feeling as though they were stuck in something a few sizes too small.

another heavy sigh, surprisingly high, comes from the machine and a tiny little otter with green and white fur comes out, doing his best to hold up Fenris's much too large trousers around his much smaller waist. He is not really succeeding. He looks at Kalt slumped on the floor and at the sparks flying from the console and the little mustelid's eyes widen. "Kalt?" he calls, "Are you alright!?" He drops the trousers and kicks them away, his friend's well being more important than his modesty.

"M'chest, an' m' arse hurt... Thighs a bit too, but m'pretty sure m'not dead, so that's goin' for me." The woman raising a hand as she gives a thumps up... But the biggest change is clearly evident, as where her normal digitigrade legs and feet would be, the straps had snapped as two more creator like legs were in their place. A rough dirty white bark covered her shins, with a smoother texture running for her feet and knees, streaks of deep red running through it like gentle stripping all throughh. "... Yer tiny." She comments, before trying to roll back and forth, scuffing her heels on the ground as the woman suddenly freezes. "... Fenris, it's hard to breath wot with M'chest like this, an' m'feet feel weird. How much am' I gonna panic in the next second?"

Fenris, the tiny green otter bites his lip. "You are not going to panic," he says, "You can panic in a minute. First you are going to close your eyes and breathe and let me get you out of that armor. Okay?" The little mustelid does not wait for an answer, starting to work right away, pulling straps and buckles loose to free various parts of the heavy armor. "You punched the machine, didn't you," he says, his voice rather higher than its norm, almost childlike, though it is apparent that he is full grown, if small, "I can't believe you punched a fleshcrafter!"

"I tapped the bloody thing! I didn't go punchin' it till it spat light at me an' started changin' stuff!" the woman doesn't seem to be resisting as the armor pieces are removed, and her now no longer flat chest is given room to breathe... behind her shirt at least. "Fenris... Wot. happened."

"I'm pretty sure you broke it," Fenris says, "These things are old. And if you aren't careful they can break really easily." The little otter unhooks the last strap, then goes over to salvage his modesty as best he can, tearing strips from his trousers and wrapping them tightly against his waist. "You can panic, now, by the way," he says, "Because there is no way I can fix this. We'll have to wait until the next time that coyote and his flesh crafter are in town."

Kalt is finally free! Sitting up some as she looks down at her hands, and begins to breathe with an excessive amount of shakiness to her voice as she grits her teeth. "... Fenris... I... This... This. Ain't. My. Body." her gaze lifting up to inspect herself in one of the reflective surfaces as she almost growls reflexively, but it comes out more gurgled before she just screams with pure, unbridled rage for a moment.

Fenris flinches at Kalt's scream. "I know! I know!" he says, finishing up his wrap and keeping out of reach, "But it's okay! It is alright! We will get your body back for you! Let's get out of here first." The tiny mustelid gathers up his things and wraps them up in his discarded clothing, now reduced to scraps. "There is not much we can do here," he says, then hesitates, "Uh, but you need to make a decision. Who do you want to know about this?"

Kalt reaches out to try and grab Fenris to pick himup, oh lord above those eyes of her showed the anger, and fear going through her. "Who to know this!? Wot am I supposed to do!? Just disappear off the world till yer fuckin' coyote comes round!?" She takes a very long, and very ragged deep breath as she goes to stand, and then promptly falls into her ass. "FUCKIN' DAMN IT HOW DO YA WALK WITH THIS SHIT!?"

Fenris is surprisingly easy to pick up just now, and tumbles into Kalt's lab as she falls down. "With practice," he says, "Lots of practice." The otter stands up in Kalt's lap and reaches up to grab her face, turning it to look straight into his eyes. "STOP!" he says, as loud and forceful as a two and a half foot otter can, "You can't panic! Let's get out of here and we will figure this out. One thing at a time!" He points her gaze toward her armor scattered on the floor, reflecting the light of the sacred doctor. "Can you wear your armor out of here?" he asks, "I can't carry it like this and it will hide your face until we decide what to do next."

Kalt stops when Fenris grabs her face! looking at her armor! then at him as she frowns and kicks her legs slightly. "m'arse is bein' pinched like hell in this, but I can put on the arms an' helmet... abut can't wear the leggin's or chest... M'meanin' I could, but imagine if'n ya had to wear sumptin' vice grippin' yer manhood." Still, she reaches out, picking up as many pieces as she can to strap on. "How illegally were ya down here?"

Fenris shrugs his tiny shoulder. "There's not any rule that says I can't come down here," he says, "But no one ever digs around down here. I don't think anyone has come down to this vault in living memory. I just figured if the Church had a fleshcrafter, this is where it would be and I was right." He holds up his little bundle. "No one will even know the key is missing," he promises, then hops off of Kalt's lap. "Gather up your things," he says, "Let's get out of here. I guess I owe you lunch at very least. And maybe some new clothes."

Kalt frowns, letting out a weird human like growling that sounded like more of a gargling as she grabs her stuff, and works on standing again... Plantigrade was new to her, and as such as she walks, she leans against walls most of the time, stumbling heavily when it comes to the stairs.

Fenris does his best to help Kalt along, though he is not really in a position to be a shoulder to lean on, being far too small to even act as a cane. And he had forgotten what a pain stairs were at this size. "Good thing I saved all that stuff from the last time I got shrunk," he squeaks, "There's one thing I don't have to worry about!"

"Shut up Fenris." The woman says, managing her way along and up the stairs as she begins to pick up the basics of how people like this walked... no mastery! but she had an idea at least! walk before you run after all? Still, she seemed just as determined to get out of there, as she was pretty sure Fenris admitted this was highly illegal.

Fenris shuts up. When you are tiny and easily blamed, it is best not to draw too much attention from the woman most likely to kill you in the next ten minutes. The little otter hurries along ahead of the. . . Cherry Tree? sealing the creator door behind them, then peeking out the upper door, just to be sure the coast is clear before emerging back into the light of day.