He looked down, then at Falconice in astonishment. "You seriously did all this?" He questioned, amazement evident in his voice. She nodded smugly. She had somehow transformed them, or at least given them, a human form.
Her pink messy hair way now hanging down, and she tied it up in a bun, wrapped by her neck. Hey eyes she didn't change the color of but the shape was a feline type. She had also magicked herself some beautiful make-up, giving her thick lashes a spotlight from her face, and her lips were tinged with light pink, the color of her hair but softer. Her black fur she had changed into a black bodysuit, clinging to her body like a second layer of skin. The sun necklace was still there, glowing faintly pink and illuminating her face slightly, the soft curve of her jaw. She had given herself white gloves and boots, and her right leg was wrapped in a pink fabric he couldn't recognise. She shrugged and blinked innocently at him.
"Well I am the only magician in the room, so I'm pretty sure I did it." A smug smile slipped on her face after she said that. "Look at yourself." She wobbled over on human feet over to him and pushed him to a mirror leaning against the wooden walls. He frowned and brought his hands to his face. His hands. Woah. His fingers came in contact with his metal mask she somehow got him, the one shaped like a vipers'. That was nice of her. He looked at her sideways and found a smile twitching her lips. He noticed her cheeks were tinged with light red blush, a rose color, wondered why he noticed, and returned his green gaze to the mirror he was standing in front of. His hair was green and spiky, and he shook his head and brushed it away as it fell into his eyes. His skin was light yellow, the color his eyewhites were in snake form, and he was wearing a brown shirt and loose cream-coloured pants. Above his shirt he donned a camo vest and he felt in his chest pocket and pulled out a knife with a serrated edge. He had a holster around his waist and had a good selection of guns stuck in them, a really big one strapped to his back. 'A Barrett,' she informed him, and he looked down and found a something around his body, kinda like a bag that can be slung over his side, but only there was no bag and the strap had pockets containing tiny bullets. Between them there were a few empty spaces and instead of bullets they held daggers. He poked one and hissed and drew his finger back, a small bead of blood welling up. Falconice glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and clicked her fingers and the blood stopped. He muttered a quick thanks and took one step forwards and fell sideways, holding onto his bed to prop him up.
"So?" The woman said as she strolled up next to him. They had managed to get out of his house and she had a duffel bag slung over her shoulder. "How do you like your human body?"
"I hate it really, really much." He said pointedly, blinking at her through his mask.
"Well, you gotta deal with it. Where we're going, there shouldn't be any animals allowed, and you're definedly an animal."
"What about Junkboy?"
"He'll be human too, I presume. Also, I'll need to check if my other buddy's in there." She said, waving a hand casually in the air. "Not for you to worry about." He gave her a questioning look but pressed no further.
"I've got the explosives in the bag." She said, nudging the bag with her hip as they walked onto the streets. She stuck out a hand and a cab pulled over and she winked at him and got in.
"Where to, missy?" The driver asked, licking his lips and scanning her greedily as Scar got in the back.
"The Gaol." She replied curtly. The man hummed. "That'll cost you a lot, miss."
"I've got money." She snapped, digging out a wad of cash from her pocket and waving it in his face. He immediately sat up straighter. "The Gaol, you say, ma'am?" To her nod he pressed his foot down on the accelerator, and they sped off.
"Seatbelt." Falconice said, casting a glance at Scar and he hurried to click it on. She did not hers, and Scar did not even remotely care to point it out.
