Gillian sighed, turning the Klaus. "If the captain shows up, let 'er know I'm dealing with something." He says, following the loli-demon. He turns to the girl as they walk, "And knock if off with that great demoness shtick. You're going to get yourself into trouble with Perkybutt...er. Nero. Anyway, I'm guessing the boon in question is the blood right? that was the deal..." He says.
"...You have no power over Soulscale, mortal. Do not push what has been bought with frosted goods." The little demon said, as she hovered with her arms crossed.
"...that that is you're standard of bribery is encouraging, endearing and slightly worrying all at once Scalie. But fair enough. I didnt get your panties after all. So what, in the almight soulscales generosity, are you booning me with...." He pauses for a moment, reconsidering his words. "That..came out wrong."
The small demon put a hand in her mouth, a snide giggle being heard as she kept hovering around. "Your attempts at overcoming the situation are amusingly crude." The small demon answered. "It is true that cake is something Soulscale does not get frequently. A demon is seldom offered cakes." The creature added. "However, the real offering is your bumbling. Panties or not, having witnessed your... quest was highly amusing." She paused.
"Besides, the maids here are droll, and other knights are even much more inane. I could have tried that one instructor, but... she seemed the boring type." The demonette said, floating around. "Ahem, Soulscale could have seen worth in that one instructor." She quickly corrected. "And thus, Soulscale shall offer you a single drop of her essence. To see what would happen."
"I am in awe of your generosity." He says blankly, somewhat concerned by the 'see what would happen' part. "Do you want to find a room or something then? Probably not a good idea to have me out in the open in case something goes wrong. Dont want to hurt anyone or something."
"See to it." The demonette snapped as she landed on his back, treating him as some sort of equine mount as Gill escorted her back to his private room. "This...'ill probably work?" He says, unsure as he locks the door. "Pretty sure only me and Nero have the keys. If I lock us in, we shouldnt be disturbed...I should really get that key back, thinking about it."
"Yes, this shall do." The demon added, as she grinned. "Now, ser Gillian. Open wide." The female spirit added, as she brought her thumb to her mouth, and in a single motion, chewed the finger, making it ooze a dark, ominous liquid that was her blood.
Gill obediently opens his mouth, grimacing at the forth coming taste. "Any ideas what I should expect before we do this?" he asks, mentally preparing himself as best he could. Though it helped little. No amount of self-motivation worked when you were about to suck blood off a demon. Even a little one.
"Oh, just a tiny little detail, which I don't think it will matter." The demonette said, ramming her thumb into Sir Gillian's mouth. "It is going to be very painful, as your body will be overwritten, successful or not." The demonette added with glee.
Gillian gagged as the thumb pressed into the back of his throat, pulling away from the girl in a fight of coughs. "Wh-what. That" He starts, fighting the coughing fit in vain as the taste of the girls ichor fills his mouth. Like liquid copper mixed with...coffee? The two pause for a moment, waiting for some explosive response.
"....uh....other than tasting weird. No...nothings happening." He says, sitting awkwardly before the girl, clearly confused. "Did....did we use enough?"
"This was the minimum amount Soulscale could muster without making it a death sentence." The little demon added, an eyebrow arched quizzically. "Oh, well... I guess that settles it."
"Well...shit. Maybe I'm immune to it or something?" He says as he stands up, before immediately doubling over as pain spreads from his mouth downward. "BY MAYON'S BALLS ON A FLAIL." He yells to the floor boards, unable to contain himself. "Its like someone set a donkey on fire and had it tap dance on my throat. The fuck did you do to me?!" He demands through gritted teeth.
"...Soulscale simply shared a bit of my immortal essence with you, however, an immortal,even a demon has essence which is much stronger than a mortal's soul. Usually mortals are overcome and become vessels. And you might yet...should this fail." The demon said, as she stood in front of Gillian. "Demon powers like regeneration come at a price."
Gillian rolls over, gritting his teeth so hard he feared they would crack. Though,at this point, it would be a welcomed distraction as the pain began to spread down his shoulders. He could feel as the torn skin around what was formerly his should begin to itch and slowly advance towards the foreign arm that had taken its place. The insect like arm began to quiver violently as the effects of the ichor began to wash over it. "I...think it might be working?" He says, cautiously,, ignoring the sudden pain and ...tightness in his chest and spreading rapidly to his feet. Too focused on his currently unchanging arm.
A few minutes pass before the pain finally subsides, arm still decidedly inhumane. Gill groggily sits up, disapointment clear on display. "It...nothing happened..." He says, suddnely high with emotion.
Soulscale, that had been watching all the time, put a hand in her chin, quizzically, and then suddenly grinned. "Well, this is quite the surprise..." The demon added. "It didn't work as Soulscale expected, but seems that a single drop can overwrite someone's body and give it some demonic traits." The small imp said. "This no doubt will be useful." She added, closing into Gillian... and then poking the bumps in her chest. "No more smelly men who wish to wear me!"
Gillian squeaks at the sudden poke, there being a shocking amount unfamiliar give than before. "W..what?" He asks before looking down. "........" Her hand snakes downward, before returning and placing itself firmly on the imps shoulders, pulling her face close. "Undo this. Right now. Please." She says, voice cold and firm.
"... I cannot. It was a gamble. It might fade over time, it might not. Be glad you are not dead, or part of me." Soulscale jeered back, her voice suddenly becoming serious. "...Compared to what could have happened, this is a minor setback. You were willing to take risks, remember?" The demon answered. "However, if its any consolation... you may contract SOULSCALE as your armor now."
"Firstly, you are not copping a feel. Secondly...A minor set back? The proposed consequence was non-existence or death. Not gaining...what are these?" He asks, looking down at his newfound body mass. "Cs? And what happens when the captain or others find out about this? I can hide the fact I've got a new arm, but changing sexes over night is going to raise a lot of questions."
"This is highly amusing." The demonette answered, laughter building up. "Considering that I never had such a bountiful bosom. My best guess is that I overwrote your gender and this is how you would look like should've been born female." She added, going through the tangent. "Well, you made a deal with a demon... what did you expect. However, It is posible to conceal one's gender with Soulscale." She added.
"I expected a lot of things. Losing my ...sword. Was not one of them." She says firmly. "And even if I did take that deal, the roses are going to ask questions as to where you went....And Nero is definitely going to know somethings up if I suddenly start walking with you on me. Considering your tastes..."
"Hmm..." The demonette added. "In any case..." It added, a demonic grin flashing. "IT IS NOT SOULSCALE'S PROBLEM, MORTAL!" She added, before cowardly turning into a smoke form and escaping the room.
"oh no you do NOT!" She yells, chasing demon into the hall. "YOU GET BACK HERE YOU PERVERTED LITTLE IMP. IM GOING TO SHOVE YOUR TAIL SO FAR UP SOMEWHERE YOU'LL BE ABLE TO CLEAN THE BACK OF YOUR TEETH WITH THE TIP!" She calls down the hall, garnering a few confused looks from the servants and other knights before Gill (Jill?) quickly ducks back into the room, slamming the door. The imp was already too far gone for her to chase without attracting unneeded attention. She'd have to deal with...other problems first as she began to dig through her old clothes. Needing to improvise a make shift bra for the moment.
"Quite a ruckus" , 'Sult' Sunfield muttered as she saw the imp form of Soulscale zip by, chased by a female figure. Well, it was known that the demon was a pervert with a focus on cute girls, so she refrained to consider all the ruckus a serious issue. She however, gazed on the other figure with interest.
"A new knight?" She said to herself as she began to walk towards the room in which she had hid afterwards, her armor clattering at each step. "Uh... isn't this that Gil...stupidface room?" She added, scratching her head as she attempted to open the door.
"Hello?"
The girl squeaks in suprise, nearly falling into the wardrobe she was currently hunched over in. "Y...yeah? What do you need?" she calls back, currently face down in some trousers and attempting, and failing quiet spectacularly, to make her voice sound deeper than it actually was.
"Well, I like eager new cute girl knights... but i believe that is Sir Stupid face's room. Which is a guy." 'Sult' said, adding a dramatic pause afterwards. "That is...very naughty." She inferred, an eerie smile forming in her face.
".....This is absolutely not what you think." She says. "In fact thats probably the least likely of what you think. Of the things you think are happening try and figure out what is the least likely option, then double that." She rambles, still digging through the wardrobe. "God a belt or anything, come on me..." She grubmles.
"...okay, I will bite. What in the goddess bosom' is going on?" The Sunfield knight added, her arms folded and glaring at the figure. "Because otherwise i will have to assume you're just an arrogant newbie knight with a fancy for lowborn knight breeches."
"....lowborn really? 's bit harsh Sult....or...is it Nero? Seriously, one of you needs to start wearing a bell or something. Its hard as an orcs balls to tell you two apart...." She mumbles, continuing to dig as she attempts to dodge the question.
"You're very foul mouthed." 'Sult quipped'. "And in need of female clothes. Oh, whatever. Look. Just come with me, this is unsightly." The Sunfield knight reached for the other girl's arm, seizing it in her grip.
"Wai-" She begins to protest before being dragged out of the wardrobe. The resemblence to Gill is pretty clear, though decidedly softer than the somewhat stone faced brood machine the Sunfield is acustomed to seeing. "I mean uh...I dont know if you'll have anything that can fit me..." she begins,weakly. "...n I'm not that foul mouthed..." she grumbles.
"Yes, you are. Look, I do not care who you are or if you want Gillian's babies like my...sister. But that has to stop." 'Sult' added. "Besides, those clothes won't suit you." The Sunfield adding, draggin her unceremoniously to her room, only to raid her own armoire and place a dress in the other girl's arms.
"That one is usually worn loose."
"r...right...uh...do you mind If I get a little privacy?" She asks, awkwardly looking over the dress. In the back of his mind, Gill was suddenly grateful for the frequent shopping trips he was forced to attend with Parnella's wife. Otherwise he'd have no idea how to even begin to attack the frilled monster before him. "Not wearing a bra so...little embarrassing."
"..." 'Sult' Sunfield stared at the girl, seemingly going livid. "No bra, really, really!? So you snuck in his bed, and saw to his clothes while not wearing anything, and you are acting bashful all of a sudden? There's a limit on how brazen one can be! I, Nero Sunf...I mean Sult Sunfield, just cannot let this go unpunished." The woman exclaimed, as she bent towards the other girl, a menacing stare in her mind.
"Y....yes ma'am!" She squeaks, defeated. She sits down on the bed, taking a moment to slowly untie her boots, mumbling to herself. She could feel the familiar dull tingle as she activated La Vari Nom. As the shirt came off, the demonic arm was thankfully now hidden. "...well at least that worked..." She grumbles, before clumsily getting the dress on. Were circumstances different, Gill would probably be a little proud at how nicely it fit him. If nothing else could be said for the Sunfields, they had good taste. "Th...there. Happy?" She huffs.
"...Gill?" The Sunfield seemed to go in daze. "Is that you?" She added, after witnessing the scars on the woman's body. There weren't two people with identical sets of scars in their bodies.
"....oh what the hell. How did you even....?" She stammers. "I hid the arm and everything....also, you waited until after I got the dress on?"
"...I could only see your scars about now. And that ousts me out as Nero..." Nero Sunfield added, as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "Let me guess. Soulscale is involved?"
"...Yeah. Tried drinking her blood to gain some regenerative powers. Didn't...exactly turn out how I'd thought....." She says, slowly. "Or...at all how I thought..."
"You're alive and well. At least there's that. Ahhh... well, this is an absurd day. Sult let me pose as her to lose some steam, but this is...much better. I shall engrave this moment in my mind." Nero added, grinning as she eyed the dressed Gillian. "It's a shame she has to miss it."
"I am so glad to know atleast one of us is enjoying this...." She says, crossing her arms. "...I seem to recall you saying something about 'wanting my babies'. So dont sit too high on the horse there lil Miss Noble. We should both be embarrassed here."
"...wh...wah!" Nero's reaction was as expected, for the blow had been quite unexpected." You misunderstood, that is something Sult would say about me. I was posing." Nero Sunfield added, trying to shake her bluster.
"Sure it is..." She says, nodding sagely. "You saying that to a mysterious woman in my room is in no way telling. Dont think I'm ready for that sort of commitment yet....or capable of that as the case may be presently."
"...you took that seriously, Gill? I think you need to spend more time talking with people." Nero added. "Still, we can't leave things as is. Oh, I know. Stay in this room for now. We'll see if this is permanent. Also, I need someone to help me to beat that sister of mine at cards."
"Gods I pray not. I'm a freak as it stands. Dont need this on my resume..." She sighs. "And not like I can go anywhere else. Me going back to my room will just raise more eyebrows....the uh...captain doesnt need to know about my drinking demon blood...."
"Fine then..." Nero Sunfield added, before searching Sult's bed. "That harlot, so this is where my bottle of Velt Cognac went..." She added, producing a bottle. "Let's call it a day, shall we?"
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The following hours were...trying for Gillian. His attempts to ban strip card games from the Sunfield rooms were nearly for naught, and the constant sneaking around had helped little. Nor did the fact that they still didnt know if this was temporary or not, despite his hopes.
The move out order was, atleast, a welcomed diversion. The armor provided by the elder Sunfield brother was heavier than what he was used to, but did well to hide his current problem. In truth, he felt somewhat spoiled by the adventure. It was rare to see the knight in anything other than the ramshackle armor he could cobble together from fallen enemies. He gently digs his heel into his mounts side, trotting along side Lady Belwiss. “Hard to believe they'd send this much to deal with some bandits huh?” the 'young lady' asks. “How long you think this'll take us? Two, maybe three days?”
