by muffinstud » Mon Nov 03, 2008 7:58 pm
Brianna's life boat remains empty save for herself. It seems the other passengers and crew have either gotten on another boat or just dove overboard. From her perch, she can tell that's the case, with all the splashing and the odd scream down below.
The goat woman replies by ramming her lips onto his face in a savage sucking motion. She presses her body against his in hopes to weaken his resolve. At this same moment, a watery tentacle wraps itself around her hoof.
Kimiko's tears run down her cheeks freely. "You're a girl...A large, glowy girl. I, I have to go." She wipes some tears from her eyes and runs off towards the lifeboats.
Bill nods. "No problem. Now let's get out of here." He jogs at a slow pace for him to make sure Nick can keep up. Sure, the carry allows for carrying a person one's own size, but it still takes it's toll on those with a finer musculature.
The serving girl takes Matt's other hand. Oddly, her hands feel warmer to the touch than before. "We're not going to die. You'll think of something, and we'll survive. I've already put my trust in you, you don't want to prove me wrong, do you?" The warmth of her touch extends to her words, providing an extra sense of comfort than they normally should.
Zander is filled to the brim with white hot emotion. Not revenge, not anger, but pure unbridled justice. His skin glows brightly, somehow not passing through his clothes. As his body begins to change, no direct effects can be seen, only the secondary characteristics of his clothes. Like how his pants drop down before catching themselves on his hips. Or how his fly grows flatter as his back pockets grow round and out. His brilliant shoulder is exposed as one side of his shirt slips down it. The bottom of his shirt flaps around loosely, while the upper part stretches against soft flesh. The white light sinks back into Zander's body, leaving her feeling more capable, more resilient, more female. At some point during the light show, a whip has appeared in her hand. It seems to cry out for retribution.
With pretty much all of the passengers gone, Hilda places a hand on Krystia's shoulder. "Well done girl. Now come on, I think I hear a scuffle over there." She nods her head in Zander's direction.
With only a handful of people still onboard, Mike's only sources of chaos are the water creature, himself, the bartender, and those still unwilling to leave the boat (PC's). The bartender shakes her head. "Oh, don't you start with me, lightweight. I'm the bartender, I should be listening to you bear your soul, not the other way around. Shouldn't you be getting off this boat some time soon?" She takes another swig of schnapps, grimacing after taking another quick eyeful of Mike.
"Well, you'll have plenty of time to live in a van down by the river, when you're living...in a van down by the river!" --Matt Foley, motivational speaker