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Tweak says, "--cha-ching!--"

paxnarrator (paxnarrator) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-10-31 00:01:00

Entry tags:

amun, aphrodite, ares, changing woman, coyote, eris, harmonia, isis, jormungandr, mania, morrigan, mut, osiris, raijin, raven, urdr

Who: OPEN
What: The Halloween party continues, now with far more elaborate costumes...
Where: The Empty Grave
When: 9 p.m. until
Warnings: Just assume this one's going to get naughty.
Notes: This is the transformation post! Again, subject line denotes location. Go shed those mortal skins!

As it had been with Pax Letale, so it was with its tenants: The shift from mundane to immortal was somehow creeping but immediate, passing almost beneath notice until the change was complete. Clothing faded rather than being shed; some deities remained in their humans' attire, some wore their old familiar kit, but all were utterly changed. The DJ played on, bartenders and waitstaff wound through the crowd, guests from outside the strange apartment danced and talked and flirted still with the partners who had brought them, all of them oblivious to the inhuman nature of the beings beside them. But for the residents of Pax, everything was about to change.

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wallflowering in the ballroom: Harmonia

jormungandr
2010-11-05 06:42 pm UTC (link)

This was... strange.

It was strange not that he was crawling now, the leafy scales of his belly sliding, accordion-like, on the hardwood floors of a vast, creaking building, but that it had not always been like this, that at some point not too far past he had been walking through these rooms, with feet and hands and soft, pliant human flesh. Jörmungandr wondered at this, at what it meant for him and this quiet biped he seemed to know.

Adam.

He knew that name, felt a stirring within him that answered to it as if it was his own. It was a curious feeling, a bisection of his mind and soul and everything he was. A question in need of an answer.

The crack beneath the door was small; too small, he knew, for comfortably moving beneath. He tested his size, feeling his body begin to shrink, then expand again. Not knowing what lay beyond that monstrous barrier left him unwilling to risk a size too compact, given the possibility of capture or severe injury. He thought a moment, his slit pupils contracting, forked tongue tasting the air.

Ducts.

He slithered to the wall, gripping it tightly as he moved upward. The building's prop furniture, cheap though it was, provided occasional support, a lamp here and a bulky wall hanging there allowing greater purchase for Jörmungandr's firm scales. The air vent proved more difficult, giving him a moment's earnest pause. Then, perched atop a painted, cracking doorframe, Jörmungandr made himself small - far smaller than he liked, so small he felt himself begin to panic. But his body, a newborn serpent's size, slipped easily through the vent's narrow slats, and soon he was within the cool air duct, the whole of the building his to explore. He calmed himself, growing larger again, and began his careful wandering.

He did not have far to wander. On the ground floor of the building he began to sense a new presence, one which drew him in a way he could not explain. It was not familiarity, perhaps, but a sort of kinship not bound to blood. She was also a biped, and by human standards a lovely one, besides. Her soft steps vibrated through his scales, set apart from the cacophony of the party around them; he read each footfall as light and confident, careful and self assured. This one would not fear him. Something in her resonated with him too strongly for that. Shrinking, he slipped through the vent in what appeared to be a vast ballroom, and gingerly invited himself in.

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Re: wallflowering in the ballroom: Harmonia

pax_vobis
2010-11-12 04:19 pm UTC (link)

Something - someone - was coming. Harmonia knew it, felt it, in the same way that she'd felt and known many things in the past few minutes. Awareness had come upon her in a rush: she was Harmonia, daughter of Ares and Aphrodite, wife of Kadmos, and this was decidedly not Elyssia. This was a place, a time, a body, she realized, about which she'd dreamed, a body belonging to someone else, a girl who was a presence now on the fringes of Harmonia's own consciousness.

There were other presences, too, that were distant yet familiar. She felt them now as she hadn't in ages. Somewhere, relatively nearby, loved ones were awakening to find themselves similarly clothed in borrowed visages. She could see their faces, name their names, but she hadn't the slightest idea what any of their futures held. What she did know was that the someone who had been approaching had officially arrived. She examined her surroundings, searching for her visitor.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are."