[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]The End[/center]
[center]Lvl 5 (21/50) -> Lvl 5 (25/50) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 642 words- OVERDRIVE[/center]

Geralt smirked as his plan worked, sort of. Between the Courier's ballistic interference and Tora stealing the kid's glory, the Enderman went down as silver cut through its body and it dissolved into ash, leaving its spirit behind. Princess Peach gathered the spirits of the deceased monsters up and offered them to anybody who wasn't able to cross the islands on their own. Geralt saw the opportunity for what it was: the ultimate insult from the Universe. Of course the first real offer of power would involve [i]teleporting[/i]. The Witcher was pulled out of his thoughts by a chicken floating at him, tossed by Linkle. Looking at the bird, Geralt frowned before putting it on the ground and shooing it back to its caretaker.

He just sighed and hoped that the feeling of teleporting would be less disorienting than traversing space through a portal. "I'll take one." He gruffly called, watching as Linkle began her own transformation. It was...somewhat disturbing, but the results were also interesting. She was much larger now, at least vertically speaking. Her arms were longer, and if anything, she was actually [i]more[/i] slender than she'd been previously. She grew claws on her hands, and her hair's color changed, as well as that of her eyes.

Shaking it off, Geralt took a spirit for himself, and pushed it into his own heart once he'd cleared some space. Much like Linkle, the transformation was near-instant. 

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[center][b]Enderman[/b][/center]
Geralt has become half again as tall, with much longer arms and legs, and is overall much more slender. His eyes are bright purple, his mouth can open far wider than usual, and his white hair is now black. Confers the Power Warp, which allows him to teleport to any spot she can see inside of the range of a thrown stone. Doing so does not damage him, but there's a short period of disorientation that makes quick repeated warps risky. Also confers the Power One of Us, which makes Endermen consider him an ally and allows him to communicate with them. Confers the Weakness Eye Shy, which triggers his fight-or-flight response when an intelligent life-form looks at him. Also confers the Weakness Hydroanathematic, which causes him to take damage from external water exposure
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Looking around, and down, at his companions after the tranformation, Geralt realized something: his heart was about to explode. He was being looked at, he was sure of it. Somebody was staring at him, mocking him. And it...scared him? No, it [i]pissed him off[/i]. His hands clenched, and he forced his eyes shut with a growl. A deep breath later, he opened his eyes, making sure to look above everybody else. He was much, much taller now. About nine feet tall, in fact, which made not looking other people in the eyes much more simple. As long as he couldn't see them looking at him, it wasn't that bad, surely?

No, it was still pretty bad. He had that hair-raising feeling he got whenever he was in a monster's den and didn't know where it was, but was distinctly aware that the creature was very aware of his location. It made his skin crawl a bit. He felt a little unsafe. Sure, he was pretty used to the feeling, but it didn't make his desire to be out of the situation any weaker, just a bit easier to deal with. 

Shaking off the worst of the strain, Geralt looked over at one of the other islands between their starting point and the larger floating landmass, still wondering how the hell that worked. Not worrying too much about it, he tried to focus, tried to tap into the creature's power, and then he felt something shift, and he was there. His stomach clenched for a moment before relaxing as the Witcher calmed now that nobody was looking at him. 

"Hmm, not quite as bad as using a portal. Still, probably best not to abuse it." Turning to the larger landmass, Geralt willed himself over, taking a deep breath and a firm stance when he arrived again, this time a bit more off-kilter. 

The others gathering, Geralt began moving towards them when the dragon took its perch atop one of the many pillars on the island. Geralt cursed and reached for his hand crossbow, before thinking better of it and grabbing his pistol, firing a few shots and hoping that the ammunition it had would last him long enough to kill a dragon. 

[i]So much for the Code[/i], he thought snarkily. This wouldn't be the first time he broke the code for his friends. 

Huh...friends? For some reason, that felt right. [i]Damn.[/i]