The smartest and cutest doll - Lena
@FujiwaraPhoenix@VitaVitaAR@Crimson Paladin

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"Eeeeh, people love getting hugs from me. They say I'm incredibly soft." It was a good thing Sephily mentioned something about the noise, as she was not really asking permission to actually hug the elf. Lena turned her head towards the door in question as Javal started his descent towards it. Wait, were they actually going towards the source of the noise? "Wait? Ser'yezno? Really? Isn't this the part we go away from the spooky noise thats obviously trapped in the basement?"

Well, she supposed nothing ventured nothing gained and all that, but if it was something dangerous, she was probably one of the most defenseless ones here, right? She didn't have armor or any kind of fancy magical staff. Just her little dagger.

Unsurprisingly, it was indeed something monstrous down there. At least it looked less like a human. That made it easier to look at and deal with.

"Sephily likely has the right of it! Break its legs first if you can!" Even if she couldn't do much, she could at least try to find something that helped. She wasn't much of a fighter, and she didn't know how to deal with a zombie really, but she did know one thing. Human bodies were fragile, especially against good old fashioned blunt force trauma.

In the mean time, Lena started heading back towards the rest of the first floor looking for anything that might be of use. Maybe the knight had something else on him? Damn it if only there was a weapon or something like a mace or something she could give Javal. Her hand brushed over the fallen knights armor again as she searched him.

"Bah, you stupid rust bucket if I could throw you at that zombie..."

Caught up in her thoughts as she was and muttering to herself about the situation, she barely noticed little outlines of things appearing both on the armor and at the center of her vision, much like one might see when working up a model on a 3D printer or CAD software.

"...hn?" What...was this? She felt something kind of...pulling her attention to both of the outlines. The armor was obvious, but the one sort of floating in front of her was a little harder to make out. It looked...vaguely like a long metal rod with a bulbous head of some sort...? Like...a mace...

Though one might have expected the zombie to have been dispatched with a weighty swing to the head, Javal's attack had only managed to knock the zombie to the bottom of the stairs. The somewhat weighty thunking noises as it tumbled to the bottom might have drawn a wince or two had it been an actual human, but the undead monster seemed to have scarcely been affected at all.

All in all, the attack had simply stalled it's advance for a few moments. It took but a few seconds for the zombie to simply turn back towards Javal and continue advancing forward once more.

@VitaVitaAR@Crimson Paladin@Rune_Alchemist

"I haven't even found anything like water to drink yet, let alone alcohol." Jor mentioned as so looked a bit tired. She yawned a bit and wondered why she felt so tired. Perhaps it's just because she wasn't use to using her legs so much? In fact, they hurt a bit didn't they? Maybe she pushed herself too hard... Well, Nick didn't seem that tired. Maybe she just didn't know how to use them for such high speed running for so long. "Regardless, thanks for giving us a place to rest for a bit I guess." She mentioned before finally looking to Hikari that she just so happened to be holding in her arms still... Who just so happened to shift back to her humanoid form. That gave her an idea, actually.

"Sorry, you probably want to stand up now, don't you?" She said before setting the girl down. "That said... Mind if you help me with something really quick?" Without giving her a chance to say no, Jormungandr would then change shape as well. A small poof and her form changed from a grown woman... To a smaller, white scaled and red-eyed snake that would land on Hikari. "Huh, I really can do this too. And talk? Curious. We're twinsies, Hikari!" Jor would say, trying to make it so her two and a half foot long body wouldn't get in Hikari's way. "Anyway, mind carrying me for now? My legs were killing me and I'd really appreciate it!"

Whether Hikari carried her or not, eventually they would make it to the cottage with Ilsa. It looked nice, at least. Safe too. Not that it seemed to mean much with that Wendigo thing out and about though she didn't want to consider that for a bit.

Javal was a little disappointed that the tumble down the stairs evidently hadn't broken any of the zombie's bones. According to his companions, who were evidently a little more versed in fantasy than him, blows to the head wouldn't do anything and he'd instead need to cripple the legs.

As it came back at him, he'd duck under its arms and swing his weapon at one of the zombie's kneecaps, following the advice of the elf and doll.

"You find anything useful on that corpse? Any weapons?" he shouted to the doll as he swung the table leg. He could hear her doing something back there, but was too busy focused on the pressing threat to look back and see.

@FujiwaraPhoenix@Rune_Alchemist@VitaVitaAR

It was definitely novel to not be singled out with the expectation of drunkenness, after so long working in corporate culture. If there had been anyone that normally would have been accused of being out drinking… well, they probably wouldn't have been wrong, work always did have its own expectations. She probably shouldn't go about doing that now, though. Or should she? Hm, she was a maid, rather than some sort of miko, so probably not that sort of fox… yeah, best to avoid it, given her apparent age. All her tolerance was bound to have been wiped away by that.

Probably.

Well, Jor had turned from a pretty lady into a fascinating-looking snake, and she was very glad to not have any sort of fears regarding them. Some apprehension, of course; it would be silly to not be concerned around a snake that you weren't sure was safe. But this one had been a person just a minute ago, so Hikari carried her along without complaint, occasionally stroking the other woman's head as she went along.

"Oh, that's a nice cottage you have."

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"Student? Of what?" questioned the Witch, cocking her head. It was clear she'd anticipated something more of a justification as to how they could possibly have ended up at the ruined shrine in such a state, but 'student' hardly filled things in for her. She paused for a moment, even as she approached her home, at the sight of one of her new 'guests' suddenly transforming into a serpent, and appearing to be just as surprised that she could do this as everyone else.

"... You claim you weren't drunk, but..."

She trailed off with a sigh.

"It's not as if shapeshifting magic is something you simply forget you possess, now, is it?" she commented, "You can't even justify that with your race, like the maid."

Ilsa didn't speak for brief pause, her eyes returning to the cottage when the fox maid complimented it.

"It's not mine. But I live there, and for now I'm taking care of things. Now, come on."

As they approached, the shimmering above the cottage began to grow more defined, and then---

"Huuh?"

A higher-pitched voice came from just above the house, and after a moment it became clear it originated from the sparkling lights themselves. In mere seconds, they had swarmed downwards, their true nature becoming apparent.

Their bodies resembled those of young girls, lacey insectoid wings sprouting from their backs. Their large, shining eyes regarded the three newcomers inquisitively from every potential angle.

There must have been at least a dozen or so of them.

"Who are they?"

"Where did you find them?"

"Your names! Tell us your names!"

"Give us your secrets~"

"Come with us, come back with us! The Spiraling Trail is-"

Ilsa sighed, and waved her hand, as if to shoo them away. The small, flying figures pouted, but largely complied, now watching from a somewhat longer distance.

"I'm sure none of you mean ill, but I don't think any of us are in the mood," she said, addressing what could only be fairies, "These three just had an encounter with that one, I don't think they're fit for a walk into the fey realms."

The fairies all fell silent when they heard Ilsa mention 'that one'. No matter how childish they might have appeared, it was clear they were well aware of what she was talking about.

A few even mumbled reluctant apologies.

Ilsa gestured for her guests to follow, and approached the front door of her cottage. From this distance, it became clear that the gardens were very well-cultivated, with a wide variety of plants. Some appeared to be lilies, others roses, and still others bluebells and violets. But there was also a plant that resembled nightshade, foxglove, and other unrecognizable plants. The garden also had a shaded area, maintained by several sunshades and a rather large and expansive bush, that housed a number of brightly colored mushrooms.

Beside it sat a large tortoise, the size of a small boulder. Hanging from its chin was a lengthy white beard, unexpected for such a creature, and perched ahead of its eyes was a tiny, miniscule set of eyeglasses that seemed far too small for it to look through them.

Perhaps most surprising was the fact it bowed.

At least, until it spoke.

"Welcome back, Lady Ilsa," the tortoise said, in a warm, friendly voice that brought to mind images of a kindly old man, "Oh, my, you brought home guests. What a surprise!"

He bowed his head to the trio.

"Greetings."

As the tortoise greeted them, the front door opened on its own ahead of the Substitute Witch of the Forest.

The entrance hallway lead to a rounded interior, with a staircase on one side leading upwards, and another two hallways leading to different areas of the cottage. The first room housed a large fireplace with a cauldron, as well as a reading chair.

"I'm not about to ask you to make yourself home, so don't expect that sort of courtesy," said Ilsa as she approached the fireplace, "But I will welcome you to the home of the Witch of the Forest. While you are here, you'll be under my protection. I may only be a substitute, but that should be more than enough to keep you safe until you leave the Forest of Lorkay."

@FujiwaraPhoenix@Pyromania99@Raineh Daze

"...Shapeshifting?"

With nothing else to pay attention to with the witch guiding them, her apparent surprise caused him to respond in kind and turn to see what it was that had caught her off guard. The sudden replacement of Jor with a snake didn't take a genius to figure out, but the rest of the dialogue that he had caught now that he was properly paying attention caused him to squint and stare briefly at the pair.

"...Guess that sorta answers the 'cheat' question," he muttered to himself as he scratched the back of his head. Unlike the other two, he most certainly felt human enough, which left the giant question as to what the heck he got—if anything at all—dangling over his head as they approached their savior's cottage. In his eyes, it was certainly quaint, for lack of a better term. For someone so used to city life, seeing something like this in person was a bit surreal.

That was ignoring the fact that the odd shimmering, which he had originally written off as a trick of the light, soon grew defined enough to recognize at fairies. With all of the madness that they had seen already, though, fae were far from the most surprising thing he had seen today.

Of course, his upbringing required that he at least give them a bow of acknowledgement, even if he knew well enough to not play fast and loose with them in the first place—in both a literal and figurative sense. When they were shooed away by their guide, however, Nick's attention soon turned towards the gardens, and with that the more culinarily-inclined part of him quickly grew interested. The more he saw, the more certain he became that the plants being grown here weren't strictly for aesthetic purposes—though that was probably not all that surprising—and the presence of familiar-looking ingredients was quickly noted within his mind. If they were the same as (or close enough to) what grew back on Earth, then he wouldn't have to spend a ton of time relearning what was or wasn't safe to eat here beyond what might have been provided in a market.

With the old turtle straight out of a Lewis Carroll story, Nick simply decided to accept everything for what it was and resign himself to the incredulity of the situation. When it spoke it's greetings, the young man simply returned with a bow before quickly following after Ilsa. Once they were properly inside, though, and the witch spoke her piece, the young man nodded in return.

"Of course. With everything else you've already done for us, it'd be rude to impose," he responded before finally returning his attention towards their surroundings. Even if it was undeniably a fantasy world, though, there were still a ton of questions hanging in the air—questions that he wanted answered despite the possibility that he might not be able to do anything about them even if they were answered.

"But, uh... Sorry, do you mind if I ask a few questions?" he asked in turn; when provided with the go-ahead, the young man would promptly continue. "That... Thing back there; what exactly was that? And those... I'm assuming they're fairies, right? Is there a reason that they're hanging around here? I heard you mention fey realms, so I'm assuming that those are... A thing, but..."

@VitaVitaAR@Raineh Daze@Pyromania99

The smartest and cutest doll - Lena
@FujiwaraPhoenix@VitaVitaAR@Crimson Paladin

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Lena didn't reply to Javal, she was too focused on what she was currently doing. It was taking most of her attention and concentration, and not exactly taking a short amount of time either. It was a bit like a puzzle of some sort? Or more like sculpting with clay, with just her mind? She had to take parts from the armor and move them to the outline of the 'mace'. All the good, mostly usable not too badly rusted parts and mold it into what she wanted.

Honestly, it was rather tiring, too. Like working for far too long using CAD or a modeling when one shout eat or rest instead, it was giving her a minor headache, but soon enough the weapon, if it could be called one was done.

The armor would slowly start to disintegrate, motes of triangular shaped lights flowing from it to her hand where they would merge and fuse into what objectively could be called a mace, filling out from the end of the haft until it would reach the head. A small flash of light followed as it was finished, the sudden weight in her hand catching her off guard just slightly. It was nothing fancy, just along metal stick with a bulbous diamond shaped head with ridges on it. It didn't look very sturdy, and the quality was obviously not the best, but it would have to do.

"Javal!" Lena got back to her feet, hurrying over to the knight and presenting the handle of the mace to him. "Freshly made, hot off the forge! break that things face with it for me, ahaha."

Javal's blow caused the zombie to lose its balance and stumble to its knees. As it tried to regain its footing, the former pilot moved back. He had slowed the zombie down so far, but it was still moving and he could really use a better weapon than a table leg...

It was just at that moment that Lena came to his side and presented him with a mace. Had she found this on the knight's corpse? This was no time to overthink it, so he took the mace from her without questioning it.

This ought to give much better results, he thought.

He struck at the zombie's other knee as it tried to get back onto its feet. As the shambling corpse stumbled as its other knee was broken, the swung at its neck vertebrae, its shoulders, and its skull, not ceasing his blows until the zombie had ceased to move. Once he was sure it wasn't even trying to move, he stopped, breathing heavily.

"I...think I got it..." he said as his pounding heart began to slow down.

@Rune_Alchemist@VitaVitaAR

Though the following blow with his makeshift bludgeon had once again disabled the shambling undead, it was quite evident that it would not dispatch the enemy when it lacked the natural vulnerabilities of the human form. Losing those weaknesses of the flesh, however, did not come without cost—even with the apparent aid of magic to keep it mobile.

Replacing the aforementioned bludgeon with one far more efficient at dispatching foes was one way to circumvent the issues at hand, though.

With a metal tool meant for killing molded from the armor of the fallen, Javal's blows would land fast and true against the momentarily-immobilized zombie, sending it back to the dimly-lit basement from whence it came. The swings that followed were brutal, but filled with purpose all the same. Finesse was unnecessary against an enemy of this caliber, after all.

What remained after the barrage of blows was a mangled, dessicated corpse no longer capable of movement. Fragments of bone poked through the remnants of dried flesh, and the awkward angles of what joints remained made clear that the zombie had been summarily dispatched.

Luckily, the fight—noisy though it may have been—did not signal that there were any further enemies lying in wait further underground. This meant that the trip would be free to explore the contents within at their leisure; with any luck, there would be something usable down here.

And usable goods there would be. Though the air was stale, the distinct scent of alcohol and salt would still permeate the area. A look around would reveal some wooden barrels of alcohol—some still unbroken and untapped—as well as some cured and salted meats hanging off to the side. Whether or not anything remained edible after so long underground was yet unknown, but the lack of any visible mold growth or rot seemed somewhat promising.

@VitaVitaAR@Crimson Paladin@Rune_Alchemist

There were a lot of things happening at once. Jor just casually accepted the smell pets on the head Hikari gave her as if it were just what usually happened as the moved forward, complaining a bit as Ilsa mentioned something about her being drunk again. "If I was drunk, I'd be dead back there." This girl was kinda infuriating every time she tried to say something about it. And then the fairies? If she wasn't already overwhelmed by everything that had happened, she'd probably comment a bit more, or want to talk to them. Though they were known for being horrid little pranksters according to many stories so perhaps it was much better to tread carefully.

Jor was fine when Ilsa dismissed them. Her stress levels were a bit too high to want to worry about whether they were going to prank her annoyingly or not. She relaxed on Hikari a bit more, still trying to be a bit more comfortable with this newer form she. Not having limbs was an odd experience and every now and then she understood the phantom limb phenomena. Then, when the tortoise appeared, she studied him for a bit. He gave off the image of an old man and felt like she should be polite in turn. "Greetings to you as well, Mr. Tortoise." She said, no knowing his name so she did her best.

When the snake entered with Hikari, she marveled at the inside. It was... Magical, to say the least. When Ilsa said witch, the place definitely had that kind of feel for it. Then, the substitute witch brought up that they weren't exactly to make themselves comfortable. It wasn't necessarily unexpected, but she did say while they were there she would protect the lot of them. Jor just sighed and was happy enough to have a place to recollect her thoughts for a small bit. Nick asked her a small number of questions. One more couldn't hurt right? She wanted to ask where or what the Forest of Lorkay was but she had no context so anything like that might not get any answers. Maybe she could ask later. "I have an odd question too. When we woke up, there were some ruins of... something. Do you know what those might be, Miss Ilsa?" Jor asked, wondering why they woke up there of all places.

That was quite different than doing it in a game, Javal thought to himself as he looked at the fallen zombie. It was his first time he had ever pummeled something to death, but at least he could take comfort in the fact that it was an animated corpse that needed to be put to rest. It wouldn't be the last time- given the shadows lurking about outside, and the armor on his body, he'd need to be ready for more violence if the trio wanted to get out of here alive.

The elf's hunch was correct in that the cellar was where they'd find intact food. It wasn't hard to find some preserved meats and barrels of alcoholic beverages. They had no idea how far they were from intact civilization, so even a few provisions could go a long way.

"This looks like a good start, I think. The meat should be easy enough to take with us, and if we find some bottles or skins, we could fill from the barrels. Speaking of which," he turned to Lena, "Does your new body still eat and drink, Lena?"

@Rune_Alchemist@VitaVitaAR

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---And it's done.

Lena-san had produced some kind of crude, but recognizable metal mace, with which Javal-san dispatched the undead. Just like I thought, smashing most of its body rather then trying to focus on anything vital was the right choice. It's not moving anymore.

The mace looks like it's made out of the same metal as the dead knight's armor, and I don't remember seeing any other weapon lying around nearby. So I have to assume she created it, somehow. Another part of her cheat?

---Then what can I do?

I have to put that thought aside for a moment. I'm glad the zombie was so dried out for a few reasons. I think I'd probably have thrown up if I saw that sort of violence done to a fresh corpse, or worse one that was decaying. With it all shriveled up like that, it barely looks real and there's barely any smell. It's kind of like looking at a movie prop rather then a real dead body.

If I keep telling myself that, I'm not going to get sick. At least, I hope not.

There's nothing else moving down in the basement, either. I'd be able to hear it, and I don' think the undead are known for their subtlety. At least not zombies.

"G-good work, Javal-san. It's... It's dead, for sure."

I take a deep breath. The air down here is dry, which is ultimately a good thing. Since the body dried out rather then decaying---

"If it's this dry down here, then the food is probably okay," I say as I approach the the nearest rack. I don't really have much experience with this sort of food, but it's not like dried and salted or smoked meats are completely foreign to the modern world I came from. The alcohol---

This new body is tiny. I don't think drinking alcohol to stay hydrated is the best idea.

@FujiwaraPhoenix@Crimson Paladin@Rune_Alchemist

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For a few moments, Ilsa looked somewhat perplexed at the questions, before taking a deep breath.

"I suppose you really must have been lost, if you don't know," she began with a sigh, "To start with, that thing---"

She paused for a moment, as if considering exactly how to explain, folding her arms as she examined an unremarkable point on the ground.

"---It's resent. And malice," she continued, "It's nearly mindless and riddled with spiritual corruption. It's walking defilement. It's supposed to be sealed in the remains of that shrine, but unfortunately that's not the case anymore."

A particular sharpness entered her tone, but it didn't appear to be directed at anyone present. Whatever broke the seal on the corrupted and resentful spirit had clearly done so before the three otherworlders had appeared.

"It was born long, long ago, from nothing but hate, and so that's all it can express. It'll hunt down and devour anyone it comes across, so you're very lucky that Relki spotted you when she did."

If a raven could look smug, it certainly did.

That became far less surprising when Relki spoke, however.

"That's right! For once, grumpy little Ilsa is praising me~"

Indeed, the somewhat sultry female voice had come from the raven's beak.

"Why, you---!"

Before Ilsa could retaliate, the raven spread its wings. It was difficult to see what occurred next, a flurry of feathers and wind obscuring its form as it grew.

But when they dissipated, the raven had completely transformed.

She was now a young woman, considerably taller than Ilsa, with dark hair, fair skin, and grey eyes. She was possessed of well-balanced features and a rather mature figure, her grey shirt and black skirt complimenting her body's shape and drawing a sharp contrast between herself and the substitute Witch of the Forest.

"As for the fairies, they're actually pretty helpful to have around sometimes, aren't they, Ilsa? Plus, they're cute~!"

A scowl crossed Ilsa's features.

"Those kinds of low-level fae are drawn to areas of high magic, so of course they'd gather here," the young witch added, "Even if they're nearly as irritating as you are."

Her pointed words launched towards the raven-woman, but seemingly missed their mark.

"Can we keep the maid, by the way?" Relki asked, completely brushing them aside, "She's adorable~ I've never seen one of those eastern fox-folk before!"

Without asking, Relki had already leaned forward to pet Hikari's head.

"No," Ilsa replied, flatly.

"Oh, don't worry, you're cute too~!"

Ilsa sighed heavier then ever before.

"Ignore her. Now, if you're hungry, I suppose I can spare some food for now, but don't go over-indulging."

@Pyromania99@FujiwaraPhoenix@Raineh Daze

While Ilsa's explanation regarding the nature of the monster that they had just fled from made enough sense not to need to press the master further, the witch's raven familiar suddenly transforming into a beautiful woman gave Nick more than enough reason to pause. Quietly, his gaze panned between her and his two conpanions before finally landing back towards Ilsa.

"...Is shapeshifting just... Normal here? Or are we still in the realm of coincidence?" he asked half-seriously before shaking his head. Regardless of the nature of those present, though, their benefactor had offered them some food in turn. Naturally, the adrenaline that had been pumping through his veins had suppressed any desire to eat for the moment.

That didn't mean that he wouldn't be hungry in the near future, though; in fact, it wouldn't have been much of a stretch to assume that everyone might be in need of a meal after that incident. If there was anything he was confident in, it would be cooking. Hopefully the kitchen was well-equipped for his needs; having done nothing else particularly interesting or otherwise magical up until this point, having a grasp on what kept his identity intact was something he desperately needed, even if he wasn't consciously aware of that fact.

"Do you mind if I check out the kitchen, then? I'd like to cook something up, if that's okay with you," he replied before glancing back down at his clothes. "...Also maybe an apron and a change of clothes or something? Though that might be asking a bit much..."

@VitaVitaAR@Raineh Daze@Pyromania99

"Hmm, I wouldn't mind staying, but I feel I should work somewhere bigger...?" Hikari said absent-mindedly, smiling pleasantly at the unexpected headpats and continuing to return them to the snake lady. "Oh, you cook too, Mr. Li? I wouldn't mind helping out, I feel… much better at it than I remember. I'm not sure why? I used to survive on instant ramen…"

The smartest and cutest doll - Lena
@FujiwaraPhoenix@VitaVitaAR@Crimson Paladin

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"...watching that happen in person is different then watching it happen in a movie or something...nngh..." Lena watched as Javal beat up the zombie. On one hand, she was glad that it was over with. On the other, it just really kind of sent home how out of their depth they were here. It seemed like she could at least...make things, but that seemed to rely on a few things like the materials she already had and how much time she had. To say nothing of the fact she felt absolutely tired after doing that just once.

"...eh? No good job for me, Elfy? I made the weapon I deserve praise too!" Out of everything, that seemed to be the thing Lena took the most offense too, though she had very little time to linger on teasing and pouting at the elf before Javal posed her a question.

"Huh. That is...a good question, comrade." She hadn't really considered that. Her body seemed to be entirely artificial, and from the brief inspection she gave herself earlier, she at least didn't seem to have any kind of internal organs. "Since this body doesn't really seem to have any internal organs...I can't really say. If it relies on magic, maybe it needs external fuel of some sort, like food...? Hm. Well, no sense in overthinking it ahaha." Lena laughed. "If there's alcohol down there I'll take it and use it. I'm sure I'll find out in a few hours if I get hungry or not."

Her question wasn't necessarily answered, but it was mentioned to be a shrine. Jor didn't really think more to say more about it. Any more she wanted to ask about the specifics were distracted by the fact that there was now a rather... Big... Raven-turned-woman in the room with them. If she was in her normal form, Jor's eyes would widen greatly but luckily her current snake form didn't portray much surprise... Aside maybe a small amount of reeling back. Her tongue flickered out of her mouth as a snake would as she studied the woman. The small conversation between Ilsa and Relki about the fey caught her interest lightly, however, her attention was pulled by Relki getting close to her and Hikari before complimenting the fox and headpatting her, which the fox in turn gave to her as well.

"As much as I like the headpats, I'm going to become a spoilt snake if you keep doing that." Jor mentioned unconsciously pushing into the hand patting her. "Hmm, I should probably go back to my human form and sit here if you're going to cook though. The only food I can make is an extra well-done steak on the grill so I don't think I'll be much help for you." The snake mentioned before traveling down the fox and making it down to the floor, getting clear of people and reverting to her humanoid form.

Thinking on what Nick said about new clothes however, Jor's eyebrow raised. "Much like Hikari mentioned, I think I know a lot more about tailoring than I did before. I could probably make clothes." Her arms, however, felt like jelly. Perhaps a symptom of her shapeshifting considering she had no arms or legs. In fact, her legs wobbled a little bit as she stumbled a bit like she cut off the circulation to her legs. "I don't think I'm going to be able to do that any time soon. I hope shapeshifting feels better as I get use to it." The snake-woman mentioned, focusing on her legs so she didn't fall over.