Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes - RPLOG
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Date
2/5/478
Log
Fenris leads the way throught the marketplace toward a loudly colored striped tent on the edge of the regular market. "I can't believe they came back so fast!" he says, weaving carefully through the crowds, trying to avoid getting stepped on, "I was sure it would be another two or three weeks."
"If it were that long, I'd have killed a fella, an' ya know that." The Cherry tree following close behind him, her strides more natural now as she grumbles slightly to herself. "I just wanna be back to normal."
"Yes," Fenris says, "And that fella probably would have been me." The tiny green otter leads the way up to the tent. It looks like they have only just finished setting things up. The coyote that owns the whole thing is not even in his gaudy hawker's outfit yet!
"We're not officially even open for business yet!" he smoozes, "But for a lovely thing like yourself, I suppose I could make an exception. Marty isn't here yet, but I can run it just fine without him. If you're looking for a change?"
Kalt grits her teeth at first, though when he offers to work it she sighs... Not even bothering to change into pretending her persona, she walks forward and points to herself with a relieved look on her face. "Yes, yes please... M'wantin' to go back t'normal. No more of these legs, an' no more of this..." She motions over herself with an exasperated gesture. "-This-. Just, bring m'back to m'good ol' marble fox self."
"Normal?" the coyote asks, eyebrows rising in surprise, "You mean you have been through my amazing fleshcrafter before?" He looks over the cherry tree's form and smirks appreciatively. "Marty must have done a particularly good job the day you came through," he says, "I am afraid that the magic of the fleshcrafter does not necessarily remember what you looked like before. But if you can give me a description of what you want, I think we can get it right." He also looks at her prosthetic arm. "We could fix that up for you as well," he promises, "It might hurt a bit getting the prosthetic fully removed, but my machine can fix you right up like it was never gone!"
Kalt reaches into a small satchel at her side, and holds up a photograph for the Coyote, reaching around to point at her various fur spots one can see that are not covered by fur. "That were white there, that were black, an' those spots were brown... An'... Well m'guessin' so..." The Woman reaching up to poke her fingers under the arm, a few clicks and wince later, she has the arm pulled free, and sets it haphazardly into her satchel.
The Coyote takes the picture and looks it over, humming and nodding. "Ah! Yes!" he says, "This is very useful! I can certainly manage this! Just come along with me and we will have you all set!"
He leads both Kalt and Fenris over to the tent and holds the flab open for them, ducking in after they enter. Inside is another, smaller tent, presumably to hide the fleshcrafter from prying eyes. "Just step right inside, my dear," the coyote says, "And, of course, now is the time to make any, well, any Improvements, if you feel so inclined."
Meanwhile, Fenris follows quietly after. He will get his own turn soon enough.
Kalt blinks at the mention of improvements, looking down at her form before looking back to the coyote. "Well, a bit more muscle ain't gonna hurt none m'supposin'." An innocent comment, one will have to see how he takes that as she steps into the smaller tent as she takes a deep breath, anticipation budding nicely!
"Sure! Sure! I can do that for you!" the coyote says, stepping up to what can only be the control panel. He works at it for a few minutes, then nods, stepping back. "Now," he says, "You know that this sort of service doesn't come free, right? It's going to cost you five ounces of lunar dust."
Kalt reaches into her satchel once more, pulling out the small sack as she tosses it to the Coyote. "Yer rules, an' yer price. Ya ain't gonna get a haggle from me fella... Just go gettin' me Normal, an' him... Uhm... To wot he wants m'supposin." The Tree nodding gently as she begins to chew on her thumbnail slightly in a nervous manner.
"Two customers!" the Coyote says happily, "Ha! Without even starting the schtick! I should have made you wait for a crowd to show! They always love to see a good change." He gives the waiting Fenris a wink, since Kalt is out of sight in the dark tent. Fenris just rolls his eyes and hands over a pouch of his own. "Suit yourselves," the coyote says, "Stardom isn't so bad though. You ready in their, cutie?"
"I don't want nobody to go seein'. S'my preference..." She bites her tongue at the Cutie remark, knowing full well she needed him to change her back before she could afford to be well... Herself. So she merely gives a swift nod and clears her throat. "Whenever yer ready."
The slick talking coyote taps something on the console and pulls a cover over it while the machine does its magic. "Just try to hold still," he says, "Works better that way. Less unexpected hiccups."
Inside the machine, Kalt is suddenly surrounded by strings and rings of divine math, far too complicated to make sense of or remember and swirling in three dimensions. Kalt herself is seized with a sense of comfortable warmth, not nearly so frightening or intense as when the machine under the church malfunctioned. It starts at her core and slowly moves down her arms and legs and up her neck.
Kalt works hard to watch her breathing, being careful to watch each breath as she feels the warmth spread, to prevent her from panicing. "N-No problem just... be careful..." She almost whispers, for while she is still able to that is!
That time is not very long, as the warmth spreads up to her throat and head! There is even a strange pulling sensation in her shoulder and tailbone as two lost limbs build themselves from her own tissue! For a moment, things go completely dark, and it is difficult to breathe, before the whirring of the machine stops, the math vanishes and nothing remains but the faint light from outside the tent. Time to see the results!
Kalt coughs slightly when the light finishes, her eyes watered slightly as she tries to blink it all out. Her form just slightly -less- curvy than before, though she's definantly sporting a bit more muscle as she makes her way out of the tent, looks down at her self, and wraps her arms around her chest with a whimper of happiness! She's far too happy to even care that they kept her bust a few sizes larger!
"Happy to see a satisfied customer," the hawker says, "Now let's get your little friend all fixed up! What'll it be, tiny?"
Fenris steps up with a grin. "I want to be a tiger!" he says, "Big and strong, but not scary or anything. Uh. I guess I don't really have any specifics. Or a picture or anything. Just make it good, I guess." The little otter wishes he had been as forward thinking as Kalt had been. The tiny otter scampers into the machine and waits.
