Fantasy The Queen's Madness

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Watching the creature change from one person to another might have seemed like a fluid change to the others, but to Vor, it looked wrong. It looked like a melting away to her and she felt kind of sick. Lying was always that way to her, she didn't know why. A tug at her stomach that some thing was wrong. She wondered how she would feel if she could lie. She had tried before but it was as if her tongue worked on its own accord to spit out the truth.
The creature spoke, introducing itself and the knot in her stomach loosened some but looking at the thing that called How still felt so wrong. It was interesting and she was curious, but it was still wrong.
"I am pleased to meet you, How," She said, confused on how it was one person and not two. The image of the conflicting people was starting to give her a headache. She wanted to know what he was and how did it.
Apparently others did too because another person joined in and questioning How. He asked How to change into him and Vor looked away, not knowing if she could stand it if the second image changed again.
"I ask that you do not change again. You make me sick," Vor said bluntly. It was not meant to be a mean statement, she was just being honest as she was.
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Though his eyes remained cold, as the man from before came over he forced his smile to ease, slipping back into the friendliness he was known for like a second skin. He watched quietly, allowing his body to relax as his mind whirled a mile a minute. This... being was looking for work? There were many positives to having someone who could perfectly mimic another person under his employ. The possibilities were endless. Not even Caelyn could execute such a mimicry so well. Though, it was very rare they attempted such things, preferring their own forms. But the fact remained that he did still have Caelyn, a shifter type he knew he could rely on.

Besides, how could he trust a being who would attempt to trick him in such a way? And when Emmony found out... A flash of amusement went through him at the thought. It was rare he had the opportunity to see the usually easy going woman angry. Knowing that someone had attempted to impersonate her would send her into a glorious fit.

He waited until the questions petered out, lips twitching in real amusement as Vor told the being that he was making her sick, before crossing his arms on the bar top and leaning forward. "I'm afraid to say," he started, those cold green eyes fixed on the man who'd introduced himself as How, "though interesting as your ability may be, we are not currently looking for more workers." It was a lie, but lying came easy, almost naturally to him. His smile had an apologetic twist to it. Part of him wished he did not have two people so close by. Otherwise his response would have been vastly less... pleasant.

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Though his eyes remained cold, as the man from before came over he forced his smile to ease, slipping back into the friendliness he was known for like a second skin. He watched quietly, allowing his body to relax as his mind whirled a mile a minute. This... being was looking for work? There were many positives to having someone who could perfectly mimic another person under his employ. The possibilities were endless. Not even Caelyn could execute such a mimicry so well. Though, it was very rare they attempted such things, preferring their own forms. But the fact remained that he did still have Caelyn, a shifter type he knew he could rely on.

Besides, how could he trust a being who would attempt to trick him in such a way? And when Emmony found out... A flash of amusement went through him at the thought. It was rare he had the opportunity to see the usually easy going woman angry. Knowing that someone had attempted to impersonate her would send her into a glorious fit.

He waited until the questions petered out, lips twitching in real amusement as Vor told the being that he was making her sick, before crossing his arms on the bar top and leaning forward. "I'm afraid to say," he started, those cold green eyes fixed on the man who'd introduced himself as How, "though interesting as your ability may be, we are not currently looking for more workers." It was a lie, but lying came easy, almost naturally to him. His smile had an apologetic twist to it. Part of him wished he did not have two people so close by. Otherwise his response would have been vastly less... pleasant.

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As a heavy hand clapped onto his shoulder, How jumped. Rather than returning to Earth however, his legs grew the extra couple inches, making him just a bit taller. The man attached to the hand was asking him questions, and rather than answer, he just smiled awkwardly. He wasn't really one for giving away the secrets of his people.

He was about to transform into the man as per his own request though (that almost never happened; people are generally freaked out by seeing themselves) when the strange woman next to him made an odd remark. "Well that's a bit rude, if brutally honest," he said to her. "I make you sick? I've been insulted before, but right out of the gate like that? Damn." [truth] As he spoke, he scanned her thoughts and realized that she could see his true form. His smile dropped abruptly. For a doppelganger, seeing their true form is a sign of intimate trust. Few, if any, people will ever see a doppelganger's true form. Yet here this strange woman--nay, creature--was just casually seeing him for what he was. He felt naked, exposed. Unconsciously, he crossed his arms in front of his chest as meager protection from her prying eyes. "I won't do any major transformations in front of you if you don't look at me," [truth] he told her, just managing to keep the tremble out of his voice.

Then his thoughts turned to Allan. More like they were drawn there, really. The man had a powerful mind, and his thoughts rang out like church bells when he concentrated. He was thinking about someone named Caelyn. Another doppelganger? No, by the thoughts of her. He almost laughed out loud at the same time as Allan. He knew it hadn't been his best plan to mimic Emmony, but he couldn't resist. He was willing to pay the price for that trick. As he listened to Allan think, his smile returned, his own thoughts drifting away from the creature beside him. "It doesn't need to be anything glamorous. I can clean, wait on tables. I make quite the lovely barmaid, you know." [arrogant, but truth] He winked at Allan, and as he did, his eyes shifted color. A lustrous dark turquoise spilled into his irises like cream poured into coffee, splashing and swirling as it mixed with the caramel hues already present for a couple seconds before taking over as the only color. It was one of his favorite eye colors, and his eyes never stayed away from it for long.

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Cassius pulled his hand away as quickly as he could as How began to shift, unsure why he did so, but just in case he somehow got sucked in or transformed with him. He had no idea of the inner workings of a shape-shifter and wasn't eager to find out just yet. "Hey heyyy, that's a nice big firm set of... personalities you got there" Cassius laughed and winked, slapping How's ass as he changed back into his male form. "I liked that transformation you just did there mate," he turned to the barkeep. "Aye, how much I gotta pay you to hire this.... thing? As long as she can keep up that sexy barmaid look." He let out another loud guffaw before setting his mug down on the counter and dropping a few coins beside it. "Top 'er up sir" he winked at Allan, taking out his own flask and taking a sip from that.

Cassius was on a buzz, he had drunken enough alcohol now that he could feel a constant warm buzz over his entire body, like he was covered in some sort of electrical force field. He always got this feeling when he drunk a lot, and he knew that it was around this amount here that if he could keep this drunken, fuzzy state, that he is at his strongest. He always does any of his jobs while under the "fuzzy feeling" as he calls it. Sober enough to know what he is doing, but drunk enough to numb some of the downright inhumane things he has done. Unaware of the mind reading abilities of the other patron with him, Cassius let the memories come to the surface, of what he had done just before coming to the bar. In his defense the man was a known thug and was wanted for gambling on illegal dog fights, but Cassius didn't care, as long as it wasn't a child or a woman.

He came back to attention, snapping into focus and pushing the drunken smile back onto his face. "So whadd'ya say?" He looked from the shifter to the bar-man, keen to see another transition into a voluptuous woman.

 

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Ezra Balthazar and Silas
Ezra let out a chuckle at Emmony's statement, "Ah, so feather creatures are a rarity here? That explains why I get many funny stares when roaming around the city." He replied as Silas puffed out his chest a little, proud to be a rare sight. The young man rolled his eyes at his partner's sudden proudness and then observed as Emmony adjusted her scarf. 'Now that I know she's blind I must be careful what I say. I do not wish to offend my potentially new boss.' Ez thought to himself. His thoughts were interrupted, however, when the female owner claimed that they indeed were hiring. This brought a huge smile to Ezra's face and was ready with his response.

Unfortunately, his response was cut short when someone bumped into Emmony knocking her and themselves down. Ezra tried to help, but he hesitated when things became confusing. "Miss. Emmony?" He asked looking between the two Emmonys before him. 'One of them must be a doppelganger or shifter of sorts.' Silas said to Ez, his feathers ruffling up alert. Ezra watched as the Emmonys bumped into a table, spilling drinks on one Emmony. The other apologized and then walked away with the same mannerism as the owner, but he knew better. 'That must be the shifter.' He thought as he watched them chat with a lady with horns and a young man. Ezra didn't have time to check if his suspicions were correct and grabbed a few napkins for the drenched Emmony he assumes the real one. "Um here's some napkins." He said and placed the napkins in her hand gently. awriternamedian

 

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Vor perked up when the creature promised to not do a major transformation. A grin formed on her black lips as she bounced some in place, her...assets... jumping with her.
Promises were her trade and the creature had just made one whether knowingly or not.
She raised a hand and lightly touched the moon-shaped mark on her head before gently touching the back of How's hand.
"So you vow, so it is," Vor whispered, the mark on her forehead and the spot on his hand seeming to glow a bright . . . dark? If that was somehow possible.
The spot faded to reveal an identical crescent shape that burned through the fake exterior to the grey creature below. The mark was cool to the touch and would be impossible to disguise in the presence of the Nephilim. The shifter was now bound to his word, unable to perform a major transformation in front of Vor, even if he wanted to, so was the power of the Nephilim.
Vor sighed, leaning against the bar as though she could no longer stand by her own means. Making a deal was like a drug to her. It gave her a momentary, fleeting high that made her dizzy and tired afterward. Though, truly, the high was worth the aftereffects.
"Lie," She muttered automatically, her pale eyes rolling toward the tavern owner. She looked him over again, the tug in her stomach returning again more prevelant than the sickness from his lying smile.
"Why do humans lie so much? Not only in words but appearances too?" She murmured drowsily, slumping more against the bar, looking almost as though she might fall.
"The only one to not yet lie is the drunk."
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As he was about to reiterate that they were currently not hiring, his sharp eyes caught sight of the drunk man's hand coming down on the ass of the shapeshifter creature. Those normally bright eyes hardened, turning colder than ice. The coins on the counter were ignored, his attention fixed on the drunkard. His hands pressed down on the edge of the bar as he leaned forward. Waves of cold disdain wafted off of him, dropping the temperature in the immediate area drastically. His presence grew, and despite his small stature he seemed to loom over the man. Several of the men at the bar shivered, glancing over before shifting subtly away.

There was a humorless smile on his face as he spoke, voice hard with disapproval. "If I ever see you lay a hand on another of my patrons again, you will be physically removed from my tavern and permanently banned. You won't receive another warning, and should you be removed, any attempt to reenter will not be handled... nicely." A shiver ran down his spine at the thought, and part of him hoped the man tested him again. He didn't get many chances to let loose the darker parts of his nature.

Threat delivered, Allan leaned back, posture relaxing as the feel of the area returned to normal. His eyes flicked briefly towards the woman as she spoke, before turning his attention back towards the shapeshifter. "I do apologize, but as I said, I have no position open for you at the moment." He chose his words carefully now that he was certain the woman was able to know lies. And it was the truth. He had no need for another shapeshifter. "And I prefer to know who my employees are, and what they look like, at all times."

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When the woman touched his hand, he jumped a bit. He did not like her, and her behavior now was strange and unsettling. What was this about a vow? Then he jumped again, facing back towards the drunk man as he slapped him. Normally he was all for appealing to someone's physical preferences. He had just been startled by the action and the slight embarrassing sting through his flesh. The man's memories that he had so foolishly allowed to surface didn't even bother him much. What he didn't appreciate was that he was trying to pay for How to get a job. He wasn't that desperate. And it was just demeaning.

He was about to say such when he felt a chill rush over him, prickling the ends of his nerves. It was not a natural cold; it was produced by someone's raw anger. He looked at Allan, whose eyes shone with cold fury. The obvious source. Another shiver ran down his spine as he read Allan's surface thoughts. "Do not test him on that," he said to the drunk man. Though, he did appreciate being stuck up for, for once, especially where his body was concerned. Generally, he just let these things slide.

As the temperature settled, his head felt light and thick at the same time. His mind buzzed with the fuzzy, tipsy musings of the man, still focused on hedonistic goals not bound by money; the heavy, honey-laced thoughts of the creature beside him, reminiscent of narcotics; and the cold, pointed threats filling the barkeep's head, as sure and determined as he had ever heard.

He placed his hands on the bar for some stability, and he saw the mark on his hand. He stared at it for a moment, confused as to why nothing was happening. He'd never had to think about any sort of shift before. A first time for everything, I suppose. He pictured how he wanted his hand to look, smooth, with no mark, and closed his eyes, willing his skin to change color. When he looked, it was gone, but after a moment, the color seemed to drain, leaving the crescent shape emblazoned on the back of his hand. Cautiously, he slipped his hand under the bar, where only he could see it, then let the facade drop away from his fingers. The mark was still there, a different shade of grey than his natural tones. Darker, more cosmic.

Immediately, he let the color and shape of human fingers return, then returned his hand to the bar. It had been hidden for only a few seconds, the image stripped for one at the most. He tried to hide his confusion and concern.

Well, if I can't hide it like that, I can always match it. He studied the eery mark for a moment, then shifted his skin color to match it, allowing it to blend in. At least, that had been his intention. Nothing happened. He couldn't change his skin color. He couldn't shift. Quickly, he began testing his usual alterations. He shook out his hair, letting it grow a few inches as it moved and flowed. Fine. Expected. He blinked quickly, several tiny movements, each one revealing a new color, eventually settling on a pale lavender purple. Great. Normal.

But when he tried to alter his body type, to slip into his familiar female form, he again hit the same roadblock. As he tried harder, he actually felt the crescent burning on his hand. He quickly rounded on the creature, who still lazed against the bar. "What the hell did you do to me?" he asked, frustration and confusion and anger and fear all mixing in his voice.

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