Vizzy
The Princiest Bastard in all the land
Rook shook it, tossed it from hand to hand...Slammed it against his forehead even...But still, the item refused to work. "You broke it!" Rook accused as he shook his fist with the Soul gem in it. Rook gripped the gem even tighter and cocked his arm back as if to ready strike aimed at Charles. "Good for no--" It was around that time that his gem began shining almost blindingly bright, it's golden light filling the hall. His 'transformation' was more or less the addition of a skintight muscle shirt white in color with various a single black stripe over his right pectoral muscle, somewhat more maneuverable black pants, his same old boots, and black fingerless gloves...Of course the chains still stayed on his forearms. The light died out, and left Rook blinking dumbly as he lowered his fist. "Thanks." Rook mumbled as if he never intended to hit Charles and gave an experimental right hook in the air, which surprisingly felt REALLY good. "Oh...Thankkk You!." Rook hooted as his right hook collided with a locker and made it break the wall behind it. Rook waved towards the new voice dismissively before looking at his knuckles to see them unscathed..."Where do we find the witch again?" Rook asked nobody in particular.