A Plan Most Sinister!

[Blaze]

Fimbulvetr chuckles.

"Well, what do you need me for then?"

[Marky]

It smells like... TUNA!

::It's a pity you don't want to cooperate Miss Kitty:: says the voice. ::I guess I'll just have to enjoy this tuna all by myself...::

Sam pouts at this. "H-hey! No faiw!" She says, slowly wandering towards the smell of the tuna.

[Lola]

((Sorry.... been feeling ULTRA MEH lately.))

Lola nods. "Yes... I do know how to obtain what your looking for... but I wouldn't do it for free." She says. "Also what do you plan to use this device for?"

[Feng]

((Its cool. Everyone experiences a tour in the doldrums every once in a while.))

"Namely I intend to use it to incite panic and terror in the city. Who knows? Maybe I'll hold one of the micro-nations in the city hostage or something... As for your payment, along with a generous monetary reward, I am sure that my experiments will create a sizable surplus of bishounen, enough to keep your own troops happy I'm sure."

"As for you Miss Fimbulvtr, what I require is your knowledge of artificial brains. While Lola will hopefully aid in providing the power source, I need you to construct a means of unifying their thought into a singular psychic entity. Can you assist me with this task?"


The smell appears to come from the glowing red circle...

::Yessss. That's a good kitty!::


Elliot's body hair shrinks back into his body, his muscles fading, leaving him with dainty limbs. A feeling of weakness briefly takes over his body as he finds himself 'shrinking'...

[Marky]

The smell appears to come from the glowing red circle...

::Yessss. That's a good kitty!::

Sam frowns a little bit more as she slowly wanders into the glowing red circle, her hunger for some food and her curiosity getting the better of her.

[Blaze]

"Ahhh, a hive mind you say? That I can do." Fimbulvetr says, her face splitting into a grin.

[Harri-chan]

Elliot continued to tug at the hat as he sat on the floor, until he saw the fine hairs on his arms slide back into the skin. He watched in horror, staring at his arms as they started to shrink, before groaning as the feeling spread out through his body, leaving him rather weak. "Stupid hat... ", he groaned, squirming and tugging the waist of his shorts up as he felt them loosening around his body. With one hand holding them up, he scrambled to his feet and hurried to the door that had sealed upon his entry to the room and started banging on it. "Let me out!".

[Lola]

Lola hrmmms. "Alright. I'll help you out. At the very least it would be entertaining."

"A question though... you say this thing will project into people's minds... with what effect, exactly?"

[Feng]

"Yes, that is correct. Under normal circumstances, their contact with the subject will produce a result similar to what would happen if the victim had encountered the bishounen directly. With some careful adjustments, however, I think it would be possible to create variants based off color energy."

(Sips tea)

"Glad to hear that your company is up to the task, Mistress Fimbulvetr. How soon do you think you can complete this endeavor?"


As Sam enters the red ring, she finds herself being teleported by a powerful force!

WHOOOOOOSH~!

As the nausea and dizziness give way, Sam finds herself within another dimly lit facility. Clearly the owner needs to pay his electricity bills! o.o


The door refuses to budge, even as Elliot's tentacular hair pounds against it with such force!

By now, Elliot is about 4"2', although its unknown if this is the extent of his shrinkage. In the reflection of the door, he might notice that his face (devoid of any facial hair) has softened, taking on a more round, feminine shape. There is a slight itchy sensation on his chest, accompanied by intense gastritis.

[Marky]

As Sam enters the red ring, she finds herself being teleported by a powerful force!

WHOOOOOOSH~!

As the nausea and dizziness give way, Sam finds herself within another dimly lit facility. Clearly the owner needs to pay his electricity bills! o.o

Sam wobbles a little on her feet for a moment, trying to get rid of the dizziness. Glancing around, she frowns, a worried look on her face as she looks about. "H-hewwo, mew?" She asks.

[Blaze]

"Just get us the bishounen. We could have it done in a matter of hours." Fimbulvetr says, sipping her lemonade

[Shimmering Shadow]

There is the briefest ripple on the surface of the portal...as another figure slips within! Or, so it is apparent if there is anyone on the other side with infra-red vision or something...just your average person would likely only see a faint hint of a shadow along the ground as the stealthy person makes their way...

[Harri-chan]

Giving up on his shorts, he lets them slide down to his ankles as he squints at the slight reflection in the door. Elliot didn't really have much body and facial hair anyway, and was often mistaken for a girl. He groaned at the sudden pain, clutching his stomach as he doubled over, "Oww, oww... ", he moaned, leaning into the closed door, squeezing his eyes shut, "C'mon, I need to see a Doctor or something!".

[Feng]

"Most excellent" says Bones. "Now that I've dispensed everyone with their tasks, I trust that we can get this operation rolling at record speed."

(Sips tea)

"Hmmm...?" he says, glancing up the screen depicting Elliot, Sam, and the entrance way.


Elliot's waist flares out, taking on gentle curves. This of course is immediately followed by a very sharp, painful tug leaving poor Elliot as an 'Ellie'. Finally the transformation comes to a noticeable close as two tiny mounds poke up on her chest, leaving Ellie-Chan looking much different than when she arrived.


There is no answer until!

Fwoosh!

A spotlight turns on, illuminating an open can of tuna atop a pedestal!


Fortunately for Mr. Shadow, Bone's security staff appears to be taking a siesta. If he, she, or it were to glance around, they might notice an open hallway leading forward. Where could it lead?

[Harri-chan]

Elliot looked down in suprise, wriggling... her feet out of the shorts, left in just the t-shirt as she poked at the bumps beneath it. With a frown, her hands came to a rest on her new hips, "Very funny. You think I'm bothered? I have to go to work like this! You're still in deep trouble, who ever's responsible!", she yelled.