We Are Our Avatars X (Closed, Ended)

[Kirke]

You chuckle, though without smiling, and reply; [color=0066cc]"Well, for one thing I'm in the wrong universe."[/color] After a pause, you continue, [color=0066cc]"I don't like whining or relying on others, I prefer to fix my own problems. Now though, I don't know how to do that."[/color]

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"You can still act and fight, right?"

 

[Kirke]

You grimace, and say that you're not sure about that. You don't really know how to get home, and you suspect you'd get yourself killed if you got in a fight.

OoC: Gonna go recycle, back in a bit.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"I can't help you get home I'm afraid, but I'm sure we can find someone that can teach you combat."

 

[Zepherus14]

Hillary seemed pleased with the idea that she might get the chance, although she would still wonder what this supposed form might be. Her first thought was just an upscaled Timea, although that was rather silly when she thought about it.

Even up to her hips, there wouldn't be any change going on, Hillary would pat the sand that was at her feet when Timea wasn't shoveling sand in, but kept them up whenever Timea was going to put more in. "I don't think it's working yet."

 

[Drakmorg]

"Ya'll sure 'bout that? She don't seem human, so she could be like a hunnerd'r sumthin' and we wouldn't know." Sibylla replied to Timea. Due to Sibylla being a horrible snake monster, the closest approximation Timea could get to her age would be 'probably not a child and also probably not an adult'.

[hr]

Cybil would have a grimace on her face as she meditated when Jane spoke to her. [color=9f2089]"What is it?"[/color] She replied with irritation and without opening her eyes or changing her posture.

 

[Kirke]

You say, a bit doubtingly, that you can certainly try. You add that you'll probably have to, because travelling in Calibeth will be dangerous.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"Have you been there before?"

 

[Outisakanobody]

"Got a headache or something?" Jane asked, not appreciating Cybil's tone.

 

[Chungus]

"You're right, she isn't. But shape-wise, at least, she looks the part, and the behaviour matches, as well", Timea stated, then paused a moment as she stopped and considered how odd it was something could be so different, yet so similar, at the same time.

"Then we'll add more!" Timea said once Hillary stated still nothing was happening. Turning around once more, Timea moved more sand back into the hole, this time filling it up to Hillary's armpits, while half starting to wonder if her plan would even work.

While she shovelled, Timea asked, "Since we're on the subject, how old are you girls?" then looked to Sibylla, specifically, "I can't quite tell with you, Sibylla. Fifteen to seventeen, is my guessing range."

 

[Kirke]

You shake your head; [color=0066cc]"I haven't, but neither have I heard any good things. You'll probably want to keep a lid on your magic while we're there, and the girls with cat-ears might need hoods to cover them up. Neither magic or Vesh'Rah are well liked by the authorities there. Gods know how those gem types are going to get by."[/color]

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"Thanks for the tip. I'll need to work on my swordsmanship then..." Robin mused.

 

[Zepherus14]

"Hey, I'm not a hundred somethings, [small]that's a lot of somethings.[/small]" Hillary protested back to Sybilla. "I'm, seven." She said with a pause.

Once the sand was just over her arm pits, Hillary shook her head slightly, her face looking a little like she was going to sneeze, minus the flaring nose. "I kinda feel funny." She said, sounding distracted. She still wasn't changing however, but from her reaction it seemed something was going on.

 

[Chungus]

"Hah! I knew it", Timea said happily once Hillary stated her age. She continued shovelling sand, until Hillary stated she felt different, where upon Timea stopped and turned to face Hillary again. "In what way? Can you describe that?" Timea questioned, looking Hillary over, and giving the air a number of sniffs, checking if she could detect any change in Hillary.

 

[Zepherus14]

"I... feel all tingly." Hillary said after a moment to try and rationalize what it was she was feeling given she'd never felt it before. Timea wouldn't be able to smell or see any difference in Hillary at the moment, but if her hunch was right that the liver was locking Hillary's form down, it might require her to push through the lock before she could finally flip over. Like rolling a ball up a hill until you finally reach the top and then it can roll down on its own from the other side.

Hillary didn't seem to be in pain either, just the discomfort anyone would experience when you feel the need to sneeze but you just won't sneeze.

 

[Demonjazz]

Heno overheard Robin, and Shara talking. "Wait... So friends need to get fit! Why did you not say sooner! I have best exercise! Exercised, all of life! I know exactly how to help you friends!"

 

[Chungus]

While smelling the air, Timea shuddered a little upon also smelling Sibylla's odour, although Hillary's meaty scent worked to mitigate the rancidness of it. "Hmm... well, let's add a bit more sand and see what happens", Timea announced, turning around again. "No need to keep your arms out of the sand, now."

Timea would then shovel the rest of the sand back into the pit, burying Hillary up to the chin.

 

[Kirke]

You look over at Heno, surprised, but knowing how strong he is you do not decline. Instead, you say; [color=0066cc]"Well, I wont say no to that! So, what do you suggest?"[/color]

 

[Zepherus14]

Timea would only need to bury Hillary's arms, and a small portion of her neck before Hillary quite suddenly flipped over to being made of sand. Her head drooped a little as she was finally relieved of that uncomfortable feeling she'd been experiencing then, which as Timea had added even more had only made it intensify.

Letting out a couple breaths, Hillary tried to crane her neck to see what happened. "Did it work?" She asked, unable to get a good look other than the very tip of her nose.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"You be willing to do that?" Robin asked Heno.