Sorry to piggyback on Lim, but I bit off more than I could chew and going to have to bow out too.
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l”Let’s just wait a bit and see what they are doing. Maybe we can ambush a patrol if they send one out.”
”Perhaps a little music to pass the time. I’m Mani by the way. Pleased to met you.” Mani pulls out her ukulele, whistles a tune which continues even after she stops whistling, then plays a simple melody.
"You got that pants shrinkin magic girl!" Mani directs a cold glare at the dwarf, then winks and clicks her tongue. Immediately he starts to feel tightness in the groin as her magic shrinks his pants.
Mani draws her rapier and walks up,to the kobold that her spell dropped. ”Because it’s jist so damn dumb, Jokes are not my strong point, that’s why I have magic to make you laugh.” She then takes a stab at the prone kobold,
Mani moves into range and points at one of the flying kobolds and says, ”Why did the kobold cross the road?”
I can level up later tonight. Also, boy did I jump in at the right time :)
Mani spits out a splotch of muddy water, accepts the hand. ”Naw, good for the skin. You all going after the same thing I am it appears. Sonova...” She dumps some swamp water out of her ukulele.
Suddenly, from out of the water near the edge of the pond, a blond half elf springs up gasping for breath. She sees the frogs as well as potential allies, and thinking quickly, she unleashes a string of curses towards one of the frogs.
eakratz as Mani. I am still building but wanted to get this out here. Also, wow. What’d I miss?
"This thing looks like it wasn't taken care of well. Yet the bodies are fresh. I wonder what is happening here." Mani states as she wanders past the warforged and looks around the next room.
Mani gasps as the doors crash open. Then smiles as Sihdrin starts barking orders. Then she stands with her arms folded as the boys move into combat.
"I don't know. Maybe I was just a little off balance from being stored in those...things that we fell out of?
The clothes that Mani slips into are loose fitting and baggy, especially around the shoulders and legs, she realizes they were most like tailored for a man, or possibly an extremely athletic woman. Mani frowns, then knots the silk shirt up front so it hugs her torso more tightly, and rolls the top of the pants down and knots it as well, baring her midriff. Then she smiles and puts her boots and coat back on and follows Sihdrin down the stairs.
Mani's eyes light up, literally, as she sees Sihdrin toss the silk clothes on the bed. "Don't mind if I do." She says as she slips out of her own clothes and ambles over to the bed. Anyone hoping to catch a peek is disappointed as she let's her womanly features androgynate until she slips into the silk. Once on, her breasts and rear-end plump out and fill in the clothes pleasantly.
Mani walks straight to the bed in the corner and lies back on it. "No, we are in a very large transport of some sort." She wraps herself in the blanket and sits up. "And if everyone on it is as dead as these blokes, we may all be screwed. We need to find the control room or we might just crash and never know what really is happening."
His stomach growling, Nik'o will approach Mani: "May I?" Mani takes another nibble and then hands over the cheese. "Too bad we didn't have anything to cut this with, but I should be safe." Mani then takes a drink out of the proffered waterskin. "Thanks."
Mani scoops up the cheese and takes a bite. Chewing slowly, she wishes there were some wine or beer in here.
As Nik'o takes his breath, Mani lifts her hand and makes a claw-like gesture.
Mani places the items she found into the pockets of the lab coat, except for the locket, which she hangs about her neck.... ...."I guess we should see what is behind door number one before heading down."
"We must pick a direction and stick with it, or certainly become lost. We go left. Always go left!" "Left is as good as any direction. Do you all mind if I stick to the middle. I'm not much of the bruiser type, as you can see. But you lovely boys look like you can take care of your own if push comes to shove."
Looking at Mani and Sihdrin: "Did you find what killed him?" Mani shrugs her shoulders, then watches as the others take clothing from the bodies. She shrugs her shoulders again and makes her way to the man in the lab coat. She removes the coat and tries it on. It's a little big. Then she struggles as she works the boots off of the dead man. A cute wrinkle crossers her face as she compares the size of the boots to her own diminutive feet. With a look of resignation, she slides the much to large boots onto her feet and stands. She then walks over the to Nik'o with confident steps and clear clicks of the boots, and no sign that she is having difficulty walking in overly sized boots. She reaches a hand out and says to Nik'o "I suppose I could hold on to those." She will look through them and see if she can read them.
Mani takes a look at the mark that Sihdrin described.
Mani follows Nik'o into the new room. "If we are in some kind of ship, it may have had some kind of accident. Or a battle that killed this....scientist? And destroyed those containers that we were in. Do you think we may be some kind of golem?"
"I believe I am called Mani, but," she pauses while her eyes roll upwards. "I believe there is more to it than that. It's as if nothing has happened before today."
"I feel the floor rolling and slight fluctuations in my proprioception, as if I am moving up and down. You don't feel it?"
"We're on a boat. Maybe an airship. I am..." Mani pauses for a second. "I don't know. Calm down, man." She turns around and examines the tube that is nearest her. The fluid causes her clothes to cling to her slim body, outlining the curves of her breasts and the roundness of her rear.
What appears to be a woman on her hands and knees retches. Her form shifts with each second. Blonde hair. Red hair. Man. Lizard? Child. Her features solidify into a fair skinned, blond haired and blue eyed beauty. "Armiarma," she whispers as her eyes solidify and focus. Where...who am I? Who are these others? "Armiarma, see what is beyond that door." A small common spider crawls out of her hair and scurries towards the door. It flattens underneath the door and looks beyond. The woman slowly stands. She is dressed in ripped, dirty rags but her skin is untarnished and her face looks as if she has prepared for a ball. Her hair is immaculate, long and curled. She reaches her full height at five and a half feet, with a petite frame and delicate features. Her face though, is a mask of stern resolve.
Thanks for picking me. I am also exited that scranford will too be playing with us. |