[h2] [centre] [color=6ecff6]Victoria [i]Darya[/i] Romus[/color][/centre] [/h2] [color=c4df9b][h3] [centre]Austin . Texas . Late week and weekend . Hotel and flight back to Sol City[/centre] [/h3] [/color] [h2][centre][/centre][/h2] [hr] Victoria managed to wake up slowly and looked out thr bright sunny window in her private hospital room, pushing herself up she was Suprised and it felt easier, it was working. She had been in the private hospital since late Tuesday and had been a if of blur of appointments, treatments and tests. She had managed to look up and grab her phone before noticing a pale grey hair. For most people her age that would be scary but she was amazed and ran it through her fingers. They told her it would take a while for thr natural hair colour to return, and she would still have to attend rehab. Hair you could use a short cut though. Finding her balence still a a little off but it was slowly returning, she could manage better unaided and everything would take time to come together, looking in the mirror, it was not thr same Victoria that had left Sol, her hair was slowly turning a pale grey, her skin had taken on a more pale alabastor or porcelain , but far more healthy than her snow like skin before. She would always be slight, and pale, they could not fix everything but now the woman who looked back in mirror was more like her old self. Reaching for her makeup and then laughing, some was ok but even the darkest foundation was now too pale, that was... A intresting but welcome problem. Clothes too, finding somthing but she was a different person for all intents... A shopping trip be needed before she return. Victoria wanted to reflect the new person. However scary, who was she now, what would she do, how was she going to reconcile the two people she was slowly becoming. Several appointments later, she was leaving the hospital and thanks to the hospital being rather more equiped than she ever thought, in came a white haired, ice princess, out came a still pale but now long raven haired and a subtle purple detail made it stand out, and highlighted the intense near solid black. [hider=Transform! ] [img]http://74.207.236.101/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/Purple-Highlights-in-dark-hair.jpg[/img] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/46/a5/fb/46a5fb92926c1f3e4d75dccc31d4cb69.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider=shopping] [img]https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1614/9967/products/71200_LargeF_1000_1024x1024.jpg?v=1491315925[/img] [/hider] She still needed somthing more fitting to her new self, transferring a sum out her luxumberg numbered account, even after buying a car it was not light thanks to lucrative security work and a deposit for a upgrade on Cerberous. She had helped make it, though coding had been OK, the pay was dramatically higher and though somewhat grey... Would keep her in a nicer lifestyle than before. Only after a few bits, she found that her preference leant slightly to the more gothic style and now had a few dresses and tops in a slightly corset style, with more black, purples, reds and a much darker range in blues even cobolts much more intense and saturated than the pale tones she used to wear. It would take time to rebuild her look and what she was... Splurging a a little, she picked up a silver short necklace with a blood red jewal. Victorian engkish it claimed maybe ebwardian but it was nice and the contrasting blood red to her ice blue ring reflected nicely how she had changed. On her way back to hotel, now loaded with bags, shoes and a new necklace glittering round her neck, replacements for most her make up have to wait, she reacted to certain brand but was able to get atleast a new foundation and concealer down in a Austin boutique. Flopping onto a large double bed she looked round and at pile of bags and boxes that reflected her change. Her suitcase reflected the old. How did you deal with such a huge change, maybe she was working too quick but changing into a new black and red slightly 50,s corset topped dress, twirling and not reconising the woman, this would take a while but it felt... Right. It would be her... It was her. It took... Time to adapt. In a fit of vanity, if anything she had ended up looking quite dramatic, but it worked... Her figure, her hair, everything suited. Heading to eat, she stayed in but it was a nice hotel, and it was a practice run before she had to face anyone she knew, time to.... Learn this new Victoria. In a long mirror in lobby she sent Marilania a picture, she was certainly striking. Marinalia had only seen old pictures, her reaction would definitely be Suprised. Sending it to Maria, she knew it get to who she wanted, they would be Suprised but pleasantly, Vesarian had been fairly open on it and left her knowing he supported which ever road she decided to take. Though he probbly was glad to see the old Victoria return, well maybe a new version of the old. Wondering what do about Milo, what would she do... She had a feeling there romance may be weaker... And this suddon change may be a end to that. Freinship maybe, they did share quite a few things even with the awkward space between them. She had to be honest, she needed a freind. Would he even give her the time of day... At least, thinking such a radical change night mean a few people she not want to notice her, to be unsure if same person. Though seeing womans in blue micro dress that was way too short, well her face might be a funny one. What would people think? Would they reconise her or would she be anonymous? The truth only time would tell. What would the big firefighter think... They where nice to her, Ashton.. Yeah Ashton. T it would be rude to ask but being mute always made her extremely curious. Transforming visually was easy but the hard part... Who did she want to be, what parts of her life did she want to leave with her snowy aperence and which parts did thr now raven reborn carry forward. That would take alot more thinking, she had a flight to catch early Monday back to Sol City, Deadalus meant Marilania got her discount on the whole bonus scheme they had. The complementary class of champagne was a nice touch too. Plenty of time to think on who she wanted to be... But she did know, she would go back to her old work. Small websites never tested her skills. Victoria could do those in her sleep, slow, logical and time to get it all working yes. But it never had truly tested her ability. Part of her was scared, another excited and other bits everything inbtween, she was utterly confused at times. It seemed becoming new... Had some more deeper layers than skin deep. All the time in the world but a a little fear grew... What of she was better off being her old self... What of thr new self would not work out, she had been the snow princess for some... 8-9 years... No 9, she had been her newnform for a day. The rational part of her mind was a tad overwhelmed by her suddon emotions. But it still retained some control of her faculties. Remembering, she had to check before she left, her Aperence was somewhat different to her passport ands so, and would need updating. Right now she had a signed and autherised medical letter, with photos and all manner of official signitures confirming she was who she was. She should have gone for biometric passport when she updated. It would of saved alot of trouble. Heading up to bed and twirling her fingers through the smooth black as it graduated into vivid purple hues, staring into mirror, it took a second to remember it was her, thr transformation had been fast, too fast probbly. Everything looking back was her... 9 years ago... Brought forward... Her past was her future, her past was also her past... In a strange logic. She never had noticed as so, but she managed most the walk about the hotel unaided, the city too had been easier, only now did she relise, the only cloud she saw on that front was what did she do with her hand now? She always held it like... That. At least she would have work and other things to distract her, still a tiny bit unable to belive the changes a week had brought. Texting in bed, she sent a single message, Milo had wished her. Well, between all the tests, apaountments and trying to work out who she was... She had forgotten alot of things. [i][color=6ecff6]I'm myself... Well old one, that's new... It's been alot to take in. Not sure quite who I am right now, what i want to become. Its pretty scary... But also... Liberating.. I've got a second chance. Just got out of hospital today, past few days been a blur of tests and appointments. Can I still call you a freind whatever happens? Vika, Lady De Corvus. Ps, you might not reconise me[/color][/i] Hitting send after nth edit, it reflected her mind too perfectly, on surface she was fine, below, she had the long task of working out who Victoria Romus was and wanted to become. The little hint at end, Corvus, Raven. Her sister had taught her a a little Latin and the majestic black birds, though somewhat misunderstood seemed a perfect match for her. ... Heading back to to Sol City was.. Going to be a intresting experience as she passed through ID checks with medical paperwork and detailed information on her treatment and reasons for tmher sheer differences. With a medical clearance and a quick seach she passed through the TSA point and sat back relaxing in a large lounge. It was strange, the old Victoria striking pale general style got the odd stare or look of concern she was ill or somthing. Only needing the walking stick for the rough ground and odd step, it was nice to... Walk, to be more normal.. This time round the only looks the Raven haired woman got was the odd lingering look back as she stood out with distinct purple highlight details, and abit of goth... But a more feminine take on the style. Maybe she should check out some of the boutique sites in covanrt Gardens alternative stores... She probbly could have fun with somthing, a little more diffrent. Not too extreme but not highstreet either. Life was... Definitely diffrent. Her new life was beginning, slowly and surely, she would have to make a new Victoria. She needed a new wardrobe too, somthing maybe abit more daring, or so... She felt more. Yes, confident, felt better about her self inward a d out. Boarding, she still needed help to get her carry on into the top overheads, she would not gain any hight and being 4'9 meant she would struggle even if she was stronger. Thanking a man for helping her, she leant back and took her busuiness class seat. The cure process would take time, her progress had been good so far though. Still playing and running her fingers through the slightly shiny, but also a tiny bit more curly now black hair. It's graduations into vivid puples and blues and back into intense raven black. It was pure deep black. Her old colour, was now new. The flight attendets compliment she had pretty hair, was.. Intresting but it made her feel good, reinforcing her decision to take the treatment. Updating her Facebook, well she had to... She replaced the picture of ghostly Victoria to reflect herself, thr photo of her she sent to Marinalia in a nice 50's dress with corset detail on top, definitely a winner.. Once she tweaked the lighting so her hair stood out abit more. It was one more step to becoming someone else. Below the clouds looked down like a carpet of white and greys , as she watched from her window seat, speeding towards to Sol City at hundreds of miles per hour. All the person next to her, saw was a tired alabastor skinned woman, with a rather bold choice in hair, a blood red jewal close round her neck. Not that he relised how symbolic it was, or how she was glad to be noticed on her own terms. Everything had been pretty intense, ans her body was still changing, slowly, but surely. It was kinda tiring, and thr champagne did not help. Closing her eyes and pulling a blanket up, she fell asleep sleeping peacefully as they flew to Sol. She just hoped this was not all a dream. [hr] (Mentioned in passing, messages or so) [@RoccanIronclad](Text sent weekend. Unless Milo had mastered time travel lol) [@Almalthia][@Silver Fox](general references) [hr]