Mythos: Genesis

[AshK]

(Consider this post deleted.)

[Zoey]

(OOC: We transform to Lvl 1 or transformation to lvl 0 ? )

[muffinstud]

(sorry. Transform to 0, but if you decide to make the transformation painful or stressful, you can proceed to 1 if you wish)

[AshK]

(Consider this post deleted.)

[muffinstud]

Nick feels a searing heat spread from his chest spread through to every pore of his body. Oddly enough, it doesn't really hurt, despite it clearly being hotter than he normally could bear. Through the veil of heat, his form bubbles and blisters into a thinner yet rounder shape. He loses an inch or two of height as his body slims down. Despite being shorter, his legs seem to be getting longer. Under his jeans, his legs tone and firm in a much different way than before, giving way to supple skin and smooth curves. His waist curves as his hips balloon, making his jeans somewhat tight there. Whatever muscles showed on his stomach are smoothed under more soft skin. The heat fills his face, softening it, giving it a heart shape no man ever had. His shirt, now quite loose from his diminished form, tents out as his pecs fill with fatty tissue and take on a form pleasing to the male eye. The heat starts to dissipate, but as it does Nick can feel that something is missing from between his thighs, replaced with something that can create a warmth of its own. The last part of him to feel the heat is his scalp, as his brown hair is tossed behind him in a silky cascade.
SHE is left standing where she was.

[Shadowmaster]

Nick looks down at his, or rather her body. "What...what just happened?" she asked on the verge of panic. "I must be hallucinating, cause this can't be real."

OOC: Good job, Muffin.

[Knight Errant]

((Go ahead Muffin! TF me as much as level 0 will actually change Zander lols XD))

"Well... would you mind if I-"

He is cut off as the bright dot of light lances through several decks of metal and is absorbed into him.

"W-what the heck?!"

[Ookalf]

*Tyler turns to the woman next to him.* You saw all that, right?

[Zoey]

As Matt tried to capture a droplet one came out of nowhere and shot itself in his chest. It felt like someone just shot him with a pellet gun. As it hit everything went black, next thing he knew he was in a great plain. Trees, flowers, a clear blue sky, everything. "Am I... dead?". Matt looked around searching for someone that could help him. From a distance he saw what appeared to be a women leaning down over a patch of flowers. He rushed towards her, he ran up behind her. But before he could reach out to her, she stood up and turn towards him. She wasn't like anything Matt had seen in his life, he stoped dead in his tracks. The girl looked about his age. She had long blonde hair that shined under the golden sun, and big blue soothing eyes that made his heart beat uncontrolably. Her face free from any inperfection, bright and full of life. She wore a white dress with a tight blue sash tied around her waist with the straps waving behind her with the wind. Not only did she have a face that can put any man to tears, but she also was quite voluptuous. It was like he was in the presence of a goddess.

Matt tried to ask her a question, but before he could get any words off his mouth, she placed her middle and index figers over his mouth. As she did, she looked into Matt's eyes and giggled. She smiled and then she pocked him in the forhead. Once she did Matt felt a huge tug on his body, making him fall backwards. Again everything went black. He felt a pain in the back of his head. When Matt came to he was on the floor with his back to the wall, looking at the rails where he stood a while ago. "What... the hell just happened?..." said Matt as he stood up while he held his head, looking around.

((OOC: I hope it was ok to add a bit of foreshawing, since at lvl 0 Matt doesn't really change physically. xD ))

[AshK]

*Brian is sitting on the deck as the sky gets pitch black with the sun still out.* "I don't like the looks of that sky. I will worry about my Medallion thing later. I need to get below deck as fast as I can." Brian said as he tried to sprint back to his cabin with his parents.

[Kris_Roth]

Kris nods as his Aunt explains the Viking Heritage to him..."That would explain the strange medallion, but what do you mean, heroines?" At that time the drops touch his medalion and then his skin..."Aunt Hilda, what's going on?" As he says that, his brown hair grows longer, to about shoulder length, and then his face becomes devoid of hair as his body, except for on his head. As he stares at his hands, they grow smaller and his nails grow out a bit. "Aunt Hilda, help!" His voice starts to rise a few octaves as he feels a tug between his legs, ending with his chest filling out into a nice pair of B cup breasts, and his legs becoming smooth and shapely. Before Aunt Hilda was a young and confused girl wearing baggy boy clothes and the same medallion...a blush appears on the young girl's face as she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror.."Aunt Hilda, what happened to me?" The young teenage girl stammered....blush in her cheeks and fear in her blue eyes.

OOC: The picture in my sig is what Krystia looks like now.
http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/Crotus/Pictureh-1.jpg- after her change
http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/Crotus/Picture-2.jpg - after getting new clothes

[Mystic Mina]

"Tch.... Fine, see if I care when the ship turns over and that damn machine crushes you." Hikaru mutters as he turns around.... Only to come face to face with a giant shiny drop of what appeared to be water. "What the hell is th- AGH!"

Hikaru is barely able to let out a short yelp before the drop shoots through the air into his chest.

((So.... Muffin, I leave it in your capable hands. I suck at this kind of thing. -__-;;))

[AshK]

*As fast as Brian is, he is not fast enough to out run the drop. The drop Barrels through is Medallion and his Chest as the pain is unbearable. Brian can't even stay conscious.* "What the hell was that! Oh the pain! The pain!" Brian says as Darkness claimed him causing him to fall unconscious.

(Take the TF away Muffin! No Neko Features for Level 0.)

[muffinstud]

The drop that hits Hikaru hurts at first. The pain soon gives way to something more...pleasant. In fact, waves of pleasantness wash over him as his hair washes down his back. By the time it reaches to his rear, not only has his black hair turned red, but his butt has become rounder. Not by much, but noticably so. The bags on his eyes don't disappear so much as his skin takes on a darker olive tint that screams of exotic smoothness. His eyes turn yellow as his face reforms itself pleasantly to have soft cheeks, full lips and a feminine beauty that appears more from under the skin rather from the features themselves. Already thin, his body structure changes little but for the pleasant but subtle curves running along his legs and torso. His chest feels quite nice as a small pair of breasts buds forth, filling his head with sensations never felt before. These sensations increase tenfold as a new kind of pleasure strikes him in the family jewels, throbbing until it reaches deep inside her. It stops only after one final burst of pure pleasure to reaffirm her true womanhood.


Light shines from Brian's unconscious form. Were he awake, he would feel his skin overcome with softness. He would also, if awake, feel his body shrinking. Lines across his face vanish as youth takes away the weeks, months, and then years. As the light caresses him, he bends to it's will. His limbs thin out, his chin recedes, his hair lengthens. Were he awake, he would feel his "little buddy" vanish within an instant, and his chest to sprout the young and tender beginnings of a woman's crest. Were he awake, he would see his sleeping form, now this, not as his form, but her form. For young as she is, there is no doubting the choice and tender blossom she has become.

[Brnin8r]

Hundreds of pinpricks of light hurtle towards all the passengers around Mike. Some take a few miliseconds to reach their victims while some seem to actively search for someone. A particular glint catches Mike's eye as he attempts find cover under the billiard table. This particular speck of water/light/essence is grey and seems to never have a designated path; zooming one way before making a wide loop around the other way and doing a few zig-zaggy spirals before going up. It seems to try and circle the other droplets randomly and flying past people's eyes. It's flight plan is only discernible by the odd, miniscule trail of smoke it leaves behind. Mike tilts his head at the odd spectacle seeing as there aren't too many more like it.

As if it could sense Mike's gaze, the speck slows to a halt and starts to prowl the room as if it were looking for something. It travels up along the slot machines, the roulette tables, and circles the billiard games. Mike tenses in fear as it seems to get closer to him until it seemingly shoots off towards a random passerby. Mike sighed in relief knowing he hadn't been chosen by the odd thing.

He didn't have time to react as the speck of grey bulleted at him. Time seemed slow as the piece of light barreled toward him, the wispy trail of smoke growing to a great fog trail as it had chosen it's victim. He felt the white hot heat drip through his clothes at a snail's pace it seemed; weaving itself through his jacket, shirt, and finally to his skin where the malicious little thing seemed to take great joy in piercing his chest.

He tried to cry out in pain but all that came from his mouth was the same smoke the speck exuded up until now. His body wracked with pain as it felt like every fiber of him became mercurial and changeable for a split second; his skin boiling, his bones flopping around, and his muscles shattering like glass. He couldn't help but cry at the pain of what was happening. It felt like hours of excruciating agony.

And all of a sudden it was gone. Mike sat whimpering for a second before he dared open his eyes, expecting heaven or hell because he knew he was dead. Instead, as he opened his eyes, he found the same ship, the same people (in relative disarray that is), and his same self. The only thing that seemed different apart from the chaos of the passengers was the perfectly round hole piercing through his clothes to his perfectly unscathed skin.

He looked around to make sure no one had seen him cry like a kid before walking his way. A few of the specks remained but they didn't catch his fancy anymore; he had better things to do, like talk to that bartender about a drink.