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...before - mid-flight! - suddenly shifting form again: Eyes fading back to a warmish brown with regular-sizes irises, eyebrows relaxing their arc to sit measuredly normal below the forehead, the coarse hairs retruding back into their pores which close and shrink, a freakishly rapid atrophy of musculature back into a slender and slight bearing, and too, her sharp extremities - teeth and nails - suddenly dulling and rounding back out into ordinary proportions. She lands before him, transmorphed "Agreed on both counts. The 'adult' never leaves, but I fully understand your consternation. But rest-assured that my delvings into the inner working of the sentient unconsciouss inure me from even the strongest urges - anger notwithstanding - from ever truly fully overriding the part of my brain that conducts higher-order thinking" she smiles at him, perhaps too nonchalant. And tends to the wounded "Sethinnol - we thought you were lost" administering tinctures to him while Zdenek dresses his wounds. ◆) Quick Alchemy ➤ Chirurgen Field Vial w/ Soothing Vials
After "Well, how do you feel?"
↺) Pincir Step
Maddegan steps forward, downing a reddish vial in her hand, which causes three primary changes in her physiology. First, her eyes fade to crimson, as her eyebrows raise into severe angles above them, sprouting additional coarse hairs, her pupils disappearing entirely into bloodshot whites! Second, her lithe body spasms into rapid muscular mitosis, easily doubling her width and trebling her overall bulk! Lastly, her sharp extremities - teeth and nails - spurn into wickedly barbed blades, causing her mouth to drool and elbows to cock, lowering her stance into...
Taking diligent notes in a handheld manual, Maddegan crooks her nose in thought "If the Ghol-Gani Empire extended all the way to the Crown of the World, it means they must have settled despite the extreme temperatures and harsh terrain for an Important Reason" leading the question to Bjersig and Lirall "What exactly has Soran Roughstep discovered that merits a major extension of time?" She casts a coy glance at Sethinnol - surely the elf lets on more than he is currently allowing to show...
Maddegan gladly accepts the hand up. "Thank you Sergeant Slaughter" She adjusts her glasses - which had fallen askew - and looks around: where was their elven guide? "I lost track of Sethinnol" She whips up a quick tinture, and downs it. ◆) Quick Alchemy ➤ Chirurgen Field Vial w/ Soothing Vials
Feeling refreshed, her wits seems to come back "Do you hear that? Sounds like bone on bone..." she pulls out two other small vials - each a different color - and prepares to investigate the sound ahead...
...a rare metamorphic rock, found only as far north as there is ice laying a land bridge on the pole, beneath the sheet itself, buried within a glacier... Our scholarly hero snaps her hardbound "journal" shut (in which she had made annotations for volume II in nearly every available margin), and finishes packing her gear for the northbound trip to the Crown of the World. Excited to excavate a metallurgical catylists with her team, she makes her way toward the docks for the long trip, which, becomes surprisingly uneventful, arriving at the base camp several miles from the intended site. But. They never make it...
...coming to "Uhf... Is everyone okay? What happ-" she rubs the bump on her head, which begins throbbing...
A basement office underneath a medical school. Three tomes open to specific pages with makeshift "bookmarks" sticking out: One a comprehensive manuscript of phrenology leafed to the chapter on faculties derived from regions governing unconscious aggression; Another an encyclopedia of psychoactive compounds leafed to a chapter on alchemical synthesis of modulatory neurotransmitters; The final, an autobiographical treatise on different somatic therapies as applied by self-prescription, authored by the woman who stands above it, fixing her glasses. "Maybe that could work..." she ponders, staring blankly at a beaker housing a boiling purple fluid set aflame by a table-mounted bunsen burner...
"Interesting" Straigtening her glasses, the scholarly looking woman who appears to be in exceptional health herself examines the bounty board "I just finished two years in med school - sure could use a sabbatical" she looks around at the multiple 'test subjects' also considering making the two-year commitment, and smiles not without some malevolence, her darker nature, much concealed below the surface of her cordial face-forward personality, relishing the opportunity to test a few new compounds on the 'willing' without so much as a mediating institution able to intervene on the 'research'... ...writing "healer" down on the "qualifying skills" section of the application, she twists her nose "Close enough" she estimates, threading the fine needle of meeting her scientific needs while pupporting to meet the entrance requirements of the endeavor itself. Musing to the next player to sign "I wonder when they'll be announcing the lucky selectants" chuckling to herself. ΩΩΩ ΩΩΩ ΩΩΩ ΩΩΩ ΩΩΩ
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