[h1] [center] [color=red][i][b]Christopher the Dracomancer [/b][/i][/color][/center] [/h1] [center][img]http://data.whicdn.com/images/147991305/superthumb.jpg[/img] [/center] [center]__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ π•Šπ•–π•‘π•₯. πŸ›, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / π•Œπ•Šπ”Έβ„π•€π•ƒβ„• 𝔼𝕒𝕀π•₯ / / π”»π• π•£π•ž π”Ήπ•¦π•šπ•π••π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜π•€ 𝔸 π•’π•Ÿπ•• 𝔹 _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/center] Once Chris exited the shower, he got dressed into his PJ's and immediately went to his bed, continuing to ignore his roommates. Despite still being in the afternoon, he tried to sleep off his worries. Later that evening, near sundown he got up from his bed and walked back to the bathroom. He was able to sleep, surprisingly, or nap rather, but despite that rest he was still plagued with unresolved demons in his head. He needed another hot shower. Once again he stripped from his clothes, which was only a pair of pajama bottoms as he was shirtless in bed, and stepped in turning on the shower faucet to the hottest it could go. The burning sensation of the hot water helped distract his mind and eventually soothed him once he adapted to the temperature. After an unusually long shower of cleaning and moping, the moment Chris turned off the shower the alarm buzzed and blasted in the bathroom. Startled, He jumped through the curtains, tripping and falling on his ass. [color=red]"[s]Nani[/s] The hell?!"[/color] He shouted though his confusion ended when the voice in the alarm instructed him and presumably the other subnaturals of the emergency. Apparently some dangerous targets were spotted. [color=red]"Standby?"[/color] He muttered as he picked up a towel and wrapped it around his waist. Looking over to the sink he realized he forget to bring his clothes with him in the bathroom. "Shit." He muttered as he crept to the door, creeping it open to make sure the others wouldn't look his way. As silent as he could be, he began to walk towards his desk, the white towel draped around him from the waist to the knees. Halfway there though, the alarmed buzzed again startling Chris off his feet once more, his towel no longer wrapped around his waist as he once again fell on his ass. His eye twitched as he gave off a wide-eyed embarrassed and disgusted expression before quickly leaning over to pick up his bag and running back to the bathroom. Inside, He quickly began to get changed. In the rush of the moment, he forget to put on boxers, only wearing black sweatpants and a white t shirt with a pocket protector. With the director's command on their mission and their groups, he sighed. His roommates, which he already figured he wouldn't be fond with, would be just a few of the partners in their assigned group. "They better have a good reason for keeping me paired with so many people." He muttered to himself with a distasteful frustration. At least she vaguely addressed his 'special preparations' anyhow. Not that he was looking to transform either way. He exited the dorm following the guards and got onto the transportation without much trouble. [center]__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ π•Šπ•–π•‘π•₯. πŸ›, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / β„‚π•£π•šπ•žπ•–π•Ÿ ℂ𝕦𝕝𝕑𝕒𝕖 πŸ™ / / ℕ𝕠𝕣π•₯π•™π•–π•£π•Ÿ 𝕆𝕦π•₯π•€π•œπ•šπ•£π•₯𝕀 / / πŸšπŸ™πŸšπŸ™ _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/center] Chris exited the transportation with his posture straight and arms folded across his white shirt. His silent scowled drifted into the distance where he instantly caught sight of bright lights that were the field commander. His attention was brought to someone who was thanking them for showing up, the man introduced himself as Eric Richardson. Chris was still silent, and a tad spiteful, keeping his arms crossed. He then watched a black haired girl named Myla begin to 'mark' them, to which he found out were literal light markers over the heads of the ensuing monstrosities. He paid attention only to the green target, [i]his target[/i]. What was first disbelief shifted into an annoyed expression. [color=red]"Are you serious?"[/color] He said under his breathe, [color=red][i]"Were supposed to fight a giant italian cuisine?"[/i][/color] There was no time to question its absurdity, meatballs growing legs and teeth were already charging towards the group. Eric didn't need to announce preparations, Chris already began by taking off his shirt, he'd also start to move behind his group. Not only to avoid bringing attention to himself but to help keep him away from the monsters as the process of transforming leaves him vulnerable.[color=red] "Don't know if you lot were told this but my transformation is a painful and long process."[/color] He said to his group as he folded his shirt and placed it on the ground. He didn't like speaking, especially to many who he could already assume would likely be [u][i]idiots[/i][/u] not very enticing to be around. Besides, it was dangerous to his sanity to make friends, only to loose them from some monster be it today or the next mission in the future. Teamwork, however, was necessary, now wasn't the time to push people away.[color=red] "I also have to strip, I'd be grateful if you avoided looking at my direction, the transformation takes five minutes, until then I'll be vulnerable." He paused, not wanting to admit to needing assistance, especially to many of which he already could tell he wouldn't like to be around, but for the sake of the mission he continued. "I'd appreciate it if I was protected in some way until then."[/color] He looked down, hesitant to pull down his pants, waiting a minute or two in hopes they wouldn't look before sliding down his trousers. He was a bit embarrassed that he forget to wear his boxers but that was meaningless at this point. He folded his black sweatpants and placed it on top of his shirt before standing some paced away from his clothes, then got onto the ground. He practically collapsed and his eyes shifted from his default, bored and scowl-like expression into a wide-eyed shock of pain. The corners of his eyes seemed to strain. The transformation was activated, there was no looking back at this point. His fingers curled and clenched the grass-covered earth beneath him as his teeth were grit tightly. His head and torso lowered with his backside facing the air as he tried to resist the urge to scream, which caused him to instead groan in pain. Sweat began to drip down his forehead, cheeks, and chest as he felt like vomiting. He let out a few dry gags before forcing his mouth shut again. His eyes closed as the pain intensified. He felt all matter of negative sensation at once. His skin felt like it was being peeled and stretched off like a potato, insides churning and burning up in a burning chemical, the back of his head having nails slowly forced into his skull. His body could barely keep up with the pressure, if he wasn't gripping the ground so tightly as his arms would become frantic and shake about violently from all the shock. After the first minute, his fingernails started to grow and sharpen, his teeth growing a pair of canines, and several lines of skin transforming into green, keeled scales along his arms, legs, and lower torso in a strange pattern. His eyes snapped open with another shocking wave of pain, finally letting out a shrill cry as his eyes were no longer mammalian. They were now yellow outlined with red near the eyelids, pupil now slit like a crocodiles and a crimson red oval-shaped iris around it.