Poor Unfortunate Souls - The Fishening
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xp_logsAmanda's the last to go, and Clint gets to make sure she gets to the water okay.
"Well, here goes. Bottom's up." Having made sure everyone else on the 'away' team had undergone a successful transformation, Amanda had saved the last of the potion for herself. With eyes closed and brain firmly NOT thinking about what was in it, she downed the last dregs in the tin cup and swallowed, with a shudder.
"I really hate this job sometimes," she muttered, opening her eyes as the first spasms started to go through her. She dropped the towel she'd had wrapped around herself, thinking wryly how times had changed from when she was a paranoid teenager hiding her skin - and scars - from the world. She still had scars, but she really just didn't care about who saw them.
"That's why I said 'not it' when it came time to volunteer. I've got no desire to turn into a squid or something," Clint said, eyes turning skyward as soon as the towel dropped. "That's some impressive ink on your back." Having already helped Kyle's shark-like self over the the railing and into the water, Clint was trying to figure out how he could assist Amanda with the same manoeuvre without getting himself smacked to death or turned into an inanimate object.
"Less body art, more 'evil witch carving a spell into me', but thanks," was Amanda's reply with a grin. Already her teeth were becoming pointed and her face was changing, become leaner, chin and ears more pointed, eyes larger. She looked down and realised her legs were beginning to fuse together. "Um, can you grab me before I fall over on my face?"
Casting a quick glance toward Amanda to make sure he wasn't grabbing anything inappropriate, Clint propped her mostly against his chest. He lifted her a bit so her feet wouldn't drag as they turned into some really pretty fins. They kinda glinted as he walked backward toward the railing. "I mean, evil witches suck a lot, so bump that. But yeah. Looks nice. Also, is your hair getting longer? Cause it's definitely way more in my face than it was a minute ago and -- ow ow ow, sharp spiny thing in my wrist ow -- "
"Sorry?" Amanda gasped as her legs finished fusing together, becoming a long, graceful tail. Gills were opening up along her neck and while she could still breathe air, they were making things difficult. "Uh, easiest to manage this might be if you scoop me up like they do in the romance books and then chuck me in."
"I can do that," Clint said. "That's easy. Hang on." Considering how much shorter than him Amanda was, gathering her up -- sudden mop of hair and fish tail aside -- was way easier than hauling Kyle around had been. Once Amanda was securely aloft, he walked over to the railing and held his arms out. "Good luck. Don't let Kyle eat anything he'll regret later. I'll try and make sure everything topside stays stable."
"Sounds good." The smile she flashed him was way too predatory and there was a hungry gleam in her eyes. "See you in a bit."
"Yes, ma'am," Clint said, then tossed her in the air and pulled his arms back to his sides.
"Well, here goes. Bottom's up." Having made sure everyone else on the 'away' team had undergone a successful transformation, Amanda had saved the last of the potion for herself. With eyes closed and brain firmly NOT thinking about what was in it, she downed the last dregs in the tin cup and swallowed, with a shudder.
"I really hate this job sometimes," she muttered, opening her eyes as the first spasms started to go through her. She dropped the towel she'd had wrapped around herself, thinking wryly how times had changed from when she was a paranoid teenager hiding her skin - and scars - from the world. She still had scars, but she really just didn't care about who saw them.
"That's why I said 'not it' when it came time to volunteer. I've got no desire to turn into a squid or something," Clint said, eyes turning skyward as soon as the towel dropped. "That's some impressive ink on your back." Having already helped Kyle's shark-like self over the the railing and into the water, Clint was trying to figure out how he could assist Amanda with the same manoeuvre without getting himself smacked to death or turned into an inanimate object.
"Less body art, more 'evil witch carving a spell into me', but thanks," was Amanda's reply with a grin. Already her teeth were becoming pointed and her face was changing, become leaner, chin and ears more pointed, eyes larger. She looked down and realised her legs were beginning to fuse together. "Um, can you grab me before I fall over on my face?"
Casting a quick glance toward Amanda to make sure he wasn't grabbing anything inappropriate, Clint propped her mostly against his chest. He lifted her a bit so her feet wouldn't drag as they turned into some really pretty fins. They kinda glinted as he walked backward toward the railing. "I mean, evil witches suck a lot, so bump that. But yeah. Looks nice. Also, is your hair getting longer? Cause it's definitely way more in my face than it was a minute ago and -- ow ow ow, sharp spiny thing in my wrist ow -- "
"Sorry?" Amanda gasped as her legs finished fusing together, becoming a long, graceful tail. Gills were opening up along her neck and while she could still breathe air, they were making things difficult. "Uh, easiest to manage this might be if you scoop me up like they do in the romance books and then chuck me in."
"I can do that," Clint said. "That's easy. Hang on." Considering how much shorter than him Amanda was, gathering her up -- sudden mop of hair and fish tail aside -- was way easier than hauling Kyle around had been. Once Amanda was securely aloft, he walked over to the railing and held his arms out. "Good luck. Don't let Kyle eat anything he'll regret later. I'll try and make sure everything topside stays stable."
"Sounds good." The smile she flashed him was way too predatory and there was a hungry gleam in her eyes. "See you in a bit."
"Yes, ma'am," Clint said, then tossed her in the air and pulled his arms back to his sides.
