[He's mostly addressing Stacia, but he lets the others hear it too.
Moving slowly and carefully to minimize the sounds of his hoofsteps, he puts a few more feet between him and the door. Alloran made sure he was seen heading to quarters and slipped away in housecat morph, and he doesn't intend any passersby to recognize the sound of a six hundred plus pound hooved quadruped on these floors. He doesn't think anyone in Jorgumand knows he can just acquire and morph new people this casually but it would be best to avoid that question altogether.
Well, no use putting this off. He sighs. Without vocal chords or a humanlike upper respiratory system it's a barely audible exhalation, much more a visual gesture - his big tripartate nostrils slit and gape, his furry sides expand and contract.]
<You and me, then. Go ahead, if that's what you want. My wife can make this beautiful. I can only make it quick.>
[Dan has a lovely sentiment. As Stacia might point out, though, there's nothing natural about morphing - it's not anything to do with what he is, but something that was done to him. The process of funneling his mass away as new mass is projected and knit is arbitrary and unpleasant.
The first change is his fur going flat and melting back into his skin. It's blue, paler on most of his body than on his nose and the insides of his hands, and it gets paler still as its texture changes, keeping the cool undertones of his blood. After that it gets more liquid and erratic as great lumps of his body mass rapidly vanish and leave skin-covered divots. At one point, when the bones in his forelegs dissolve and he has no tail to help compensate, he reels awkwardly on his hind legs and falls, grunting with the impact. It looks like it should be agonizing. Sounds like it, too, with soft but distinct sloshes and dragging and the crunch and pop of bones adjusting, and as his airway changes more audible uneven, effortful breathing. It looks a bit like a better-lit, not always as gooey babadont in action.
The last change is that blue tinge flickering in a wave into red as short hair sprouts. Then he's Planker, mostly. The texture of his skin isn't quite correct, though it's only really evident to Dan, who's this close and saw the real deal this recently. This morph is more specifically Planker, if he moisturized at all, sitting butt-naked on the floor.]
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[He's mostly addressing Stacia, but he lets the others hear it too.
Moving slowly and carefully to minimize the sounds of his hoofsteps, he puts a few more feet between him and the door. Alloran made sure he was seen heading to quarters and slipped away in housecat morph, and he doesn't intend any passersby to recognize the sound of a six hundred plus pound hooved quadruped on these floors. He doesn't think anyone in Jorgumand knows he can just acquire and morph new people this casually but it would be best to avoid that question altogether.
Well, no use putting this off. He sighs. Without vocal chords or a humanlike upper respiratory system it's a barely audible exhalation, much more a visual gesture - his big tripartate nostrils slit and gape, his furry sides expand and contract.]
<You and me, then. Go ahead, if that's what you want. My wife can make this beautiful. I can only make it quick.>
[Dan has a lovely sentiment. As Stacia might point out, though, there's nothing natural about morphing - it's not anything to do with what he is, but something that was done to him. The process of funneling his mass away as new mass is projected and knit is arbitrary and unpleasant.
The first change is his fur going flat and melting back into his skin. It's blue, paler on most of his body than on his nose and the insides of his hands, and it gets paler still as its texture changes, keeping the cool undertones of his blood. After that it gets more liquid and erratic as great lumps of his body mass rapidly vanish and leave skin-covered divots. At one point, when the bones in his forelegs dissolve and he has no tail to help compensate, he reels awkwardly on his hind legs and falls, grunting with the impact. It looks like it should be agonizing. Sounds like it, too, with soft but distinct sloshes and dragging and the crunch and pop of bones adjusting, and as his airway changes more audible uneven, effortful breathing. It looks a bit like a better-lit, not always as gooey babadont in action.
The last change is that blue tinge flickering in a wave into red as short hair sprouts. Then he's Planker, mostly. The texture of his skin isn't quite correct, though it's only really evident to Dan, who's this close and saw the real deal this recently. This morph is more specifically Planker, if he moisturized at all, sitting butt-naked on the floor.]