「oo1」 ❥ OPEN.

[permutant]

[Who knows how you've found her - maybe you were just walking by, or you came to investigate what was definitely laughter - but there's a girl in the living area who you won't recognise from the sarcophagi; blonde, pretty, and otherwise unremarkable. She looks fairly happy and relieved for someone who is locked in a castle.

And as you're glancing over her, she's not a blonde any more. Her hair turns brown. She laughs again, looking at her hands, turning them over - there's a cascade of blue scales over her body and suddenly she has dark skin from the elbows down. More scales and she's completely blue, with shocking red hair - a more familiar face to some people. And then she's back to the lovely blonde girl.

Raven has her shifting back, everyone!

She also didn't realise anyone was watching her. Oops.]

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[pinetreemary]

[Her mouth was hanging open in shock as she watched the transformation, snapping shut when the woman addressed her. She stared for a second longer, eyes wide and body completely frozen in place.]

How. How did you do that? W-was that a magic trick? [Please say yes please say yes please-]

[permutant]

[she'd normally get upset, offended or angry at a reaction like that, the suggestion that it could be a magic trick like those guys at the CIA thought, but - it's different when it's just a younger girl. she shifts back into her pretty blonde form, slowly this time, and tries to sound gentle despite the sting she feels from the obvious fear.]

It's not a magic trick. It's a mutation. I'm a mutant. Kind of an... extreme mutant, [she grins briefly and gives a sort of weak laugh] but that's all it is. It's a part of me, just like... having blue eyes, or blonde hair or something.

[pinetreemary]

[Marnie barely registered the words being said to her. As the older girl changed again she makes a choked noise and jumps forward, grabbing her arm and cutting off her explanation.] Stop, stop! Someone's going to see you!

[She's startled at her own disproportionate reaction, but she can't help the panic that shoots through her. Her eyes are wild with fear, yes, but not of the person in front of her. Instead her gaze darts around them frantically, making sure no one else was in sight.]