Monster Transformation meme

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(warning: body horror)

Whatever you were before, there's something inside you that needs to surface. You can feel it coming, fast or slow. The change will be painful, and not pretty, and it comes with strange cravings. Can you count on anyone to help you through it? Will your friends accept you in your new form?

Choose a beast from the list, or RNG for one.

1. Arachne
   
2. Cecaelia
   
3. Centaur
   
4. Cyborg
   
5. Demon
   
6. Dragon/Dragonborn
   
7. Dryad
   
8. Faerie
   
9. Gargoyle
   
10. Giant/Titan
    
11. Goblin
    
12. Gorgon
    
13. Harpy
    
14. Incubus/Succubus
    
15. Kelpie
    
16. Kitsune/Kumiho
    
17. Lamia
    
18. Manticore
    
19. Merperson
    
20. Minotaur
    
21. Mothman
    
22. Naga
    
23. Nymph
    
24. Satyr
    
25. Shade
    
26. Siren
    
27. Sphinx
    
28. Troll
    
29. Vampire
    
30. Wendigo
    
31. Werebear
    
32. Werecat
    
33. Werehyena
    
34. Werewolf

Comments

open starter for a merEames, anyone?

[falsify]

[It's easy enough to ignore to begin with. The dry throat, the itch between his fingers. It's been a stressful week, that's all. Silly to think anything stranger than that is happening to him. Maybe he's coming down with a cold if he's really unlucky.]

[Hotel lobbies aren't all that well equipped for a man suddenly forgetting how to breathe, feeling like his throat's dried shut and the world is going black around the edges, but they oblige his request for water when he practically collapses over the front desk. He guzzles it down and waves off their enquiries as to whether they should call an ambulance. This is normal, he says. He has a condition. He just needs to rehydrate.]

[Eames gets himself to a seat, a lot less graceful than he'd like to be in public, and pulls out his phone. Trying desperately to focus long enough to find someone in his contacts who'll know what's going on.]

[He's not sure what this is, but somehow he has the feeling he doesn't want to go to the hospital for it.]

[bahrain]

[ Eames is lucky May's in his corner of the world when he calls. They'd had run ins with his crew before; they were criminals, but not dangerous, and their tech was interesting enough to be put on their watch list. May had given Eames her direct line in case they ever came across a job they couldn't handle, something that was more in SHIELD's purview.

She's flying a quinjet when the phone rings. She answers, immediately starting a GPS trace. ]

Eames. What is it?

[falsify]

[His voice is hoarse, and slightly hushed. There's no one near him, but one must be careful in case someone's got it in their head to listen in. In the brief time it's taken her to answer, he's been scratching at the itch on his hand. One would certainly like to believe it's just a trick of the mind when a piece of dry skin peels off to reveal scales underneath, but at least it cements his belief that he's calling the right person about this.]

I've encountered a... A situation. [He sighs.] It seems like something your people may know about.

[bahrain]

A "situation?" [ May sighs, taking the jet off autopilot. This is probably going to require her personal attention. ]

Where are you?

[ Yes, she's running a trace, but it'd be faster if he just tells her. ]

[falsify]

Are you telling me you haven't traced the call yet?

[If only she could see his face and his awful smirk. But he puts his humour aside because this is serious.] The Roosevelt in LA. I'll be in room 212.

[Speaking of, he should actually... Go to his room. Instead of being weird and kind of sweaty in the lobby.]

[bahrain]

[ She smirks. ] Traces take time.

[ But it sounds like Eames' "situation" is something personal. Which worries her. She turns the jet around, heading for SHIELD's LA facility to land. ]

I'll be there in an hour.

[ She's there in less, pulling up to the Roosevelt in an unmarked black SUV. She ignores the front desk girl and makes her way straight to room 212, drawing her sidearm before knocking. ]

Eames. It's May.

[ If he doesn't answer, she'll break the door down. ]

[falsify]

[It takes him a moment on account of him being busy sticking his face in the washbasin, but he grabs a towel on his way out of the bathroom and pulls the door open, giving her a once over. She'll probably spot the scales and webbing between his fingers, but at least he's not in gill city yet.]

[He moves aside, gesturing for her to come in with a smile. Eyebrow raised at the gun, not that he can really blame her.] Pleased to see me?

[bahrain]

[ She ignores the smartass quip in favor of evaluating Eames' condition. The gun goes back in its holster once it's clear there's no threat. She enters the room and raises an eyebrow at him. ]

Not particularly. Are those scales?

[ She's starting to think he was right to call her. ]

[falsify]

Seems like it.

[He closes the door, frowning.] I'm fairly certain I haven't been bitten by any radioactive fish or whatever it is you people deal with.

[bahrain]

[ May thinks. Unexplained changes... it's likely he's been exposed to the Inhuman's terrigen crystals somehow. Which means there are more out there. Which means more cases like this, of people being exposed, and changing. ]

When did this start?

[ She needs some sort of timeframe to work with. Knowing Eames, he won't want to go in for testing. If SHIELD was still the old SHIELD, she'd have to bring him in forcefully and test him, put him on the index. But maybe not, anymore. ]

[falsify]

Few hours ago?

[Eames pauses to think that through. That's definitely when he started feeling weird, but he travels a lot. It's kind of hard to pinpoint what's jetlag and what's... Whatever the hell this is. He scratches his neck idly while he thinks, stopping abruptly when he remembers what happened the last time he got an itch. Let's not find out what happens next just yet.]

I thought it was nothing until I started craving water by the gallon.

[bahrain]

[ She notices the scratching, and the abrupt stop. Scales, craving water? What other changes can they expect? ]

Okay. I think I might have an idea what's going on, but you're going to want to sit down.

[falsify]

Well that certainly sounds like good news.

[He does as he's told and sits himself down on the edge of the bed. Eames is definitely getting the feeling he's going to have to consider a change of career soon.]

[bahrain]

[ May stands in front of the bed, arms crossed, posture very no-nonsense, just like her. ]

First things first? Aliens are real. They came to our planet thousands of years ago and experimented on a select group of individuals, giving them... abilities. Changing them. The descendants of those individuals can have their abilities awakened with exposure to an artifact called a diviner, or crystals derived from one.

[ She pulls over a chair and sits in front of Eames. ]

These individuals call themselves "Inhumans."

[falsify]

["Inhumans." Seriously?] Imaginative.

[That's a lot of information to take in at once though, especially when he's just taking it on faith. But in his experience, May's not the type to kid around. Eames props his chin on a fist, brow furrowed as he tries to process this.]

So you think I've been exposed to one of these diviner... Crystals...?

[bahrain]

It's the only explanation I can think of. [ The only problem is, he shouldn't have been. ] The question is, how? We thought we knew where all the crystals were, and they've either been contained or destroyed. There must be more out there, somewhere.

[falsify]

[As troubling a thought as that is, Eames' primary concern at the minute is this awful transformation he's undergoing. If this is one of those 'activating powers' situations (what a way to find out that's a thing) then it's likely not going to kill him. But he'd really be happier right now if it wasn't happening at all.]

I am eminently willing to help with that particular problem, but right now I'd really to know if there's a way to stop whatever's happening to me.

grammar is the enemy

[bahrain]

[ May's face sets in a hard line. It's never easy being the one to give the hard news, but someone has to do it. ]

Not that we're aware of. Whatever's happening, it's permanent.

[ She leans back, preparing to take mental notes. ]

What symptoms of the change have you seen so far, besides the scales and craving water?

one day i shall conquer it

[falsify]

[He swears under his breath. What fantastic news.]

It was hard to breathe earlier. [Eames clenches his jaw, not bothering to hide how much this is getting to him anymore.] If I had to guess, it seemed like I need to stay hydrated so I don't suffocate.

[bahrain]

[ Hydrated. Scales.

May raises an eyebrow. ]

You think you're becoming aquatic?

[ It would be hard to test that theory, shut up in a hotel room. The Roosevelt is less than fifteen miles from the ocean, by her estimation. And less than twenty five miles from SHIELD's LA facility. ]