[h1][center]Shield Town, Black Iron Workshop, Main Lobby[/center][/h1] [hr] It wasn’t so much that the sudden reveal of a… Whoa. That sure was a skimpily clad lady alright. And hey! There’s that— Fury [i]burst[/i] into existence at the sight of Temujin. All of her- admittedly short- focus snapped away from the incredibly horribly terrifically awful conversation she was in, and instead on the travesty of, “[b][color=DarkMagenta]What the FUCK happened to you?! Who did this?! What the hell? And no one’s helped you yet? Jesus! Guys c’mon![/color][/b]” Jemma snapped, anger boiling in the back of her skull as the more… apathetic, part of her person reared up. It smothered the emotions, allowing her to focus just a bit better. The woman next to the [i]demon who cleaved her?![/i] Looked just as horrible as he did. But that was beyond the point. He clearly needed help, and they stopped helping him… to… gawk at her? She could’ve waited! Her head whipped back around to glare at Koba and Graham, temporarily ignoring Alex for a second. “[b][color=DarkMagenta]Y’don’t leave a fuckin fixin’ MID SURGERY! That’s SO BAD FOR LITERALLY ANYONE![/color][/b]” Woof. Okay! Okay. Reign that in. Alex is glitching out with his color lights, which is unusual. Split attention… split… Oh. Oh she knows! Easy! And crutch-girl McNoShame just asked her to shapeshift no less! [s]Ignoring that she seems convinced that Jemma WANTS to eat people. Rude! She doesn’t! Ever again. Please god.[/s] Jemma flashed her a smile, all sharp teeth and ‘okay, but you asked for it.’ As ink [i]swelled[/i] over her entire body. Flesh and blood and bone vanished under a tidal wave of pitch, as [i]new[/i] body leaned away from the first. Muscle and bone slapped against the floor of the workshop angrily, as ten writhing appendages sprouted from Jemma’s thighs. Her knees and below had vanished, instead giving way to a collection of furred, vaguely spiny, tentacles. Each was about three meters in length, and about sixty six centimeters at the ‘thigh’ in thickness. They tapered to chitinous points, and the ink still swirled. Her upper half changed as well, as the jumpsuit slipped to the ground, soaked in the pitch. Her arms went from two, to four, and tapered into chitinous protected tips, not unlike her new ‘legs’. The torso was mostly unchanged, save for the keratin plates that now served as armor. Her hair lengthened, filling with bio-luminescent light, and her eyes multiplied to a total of six. Two where one would expect them, another two on her clavicle, and a final pair in the palms of her new arms. Her freckled face, something she’d never had before, went from ‘freckles’ to ‘heat sensitive pits’. And from the top and sides of her head sprouted a quartet crown of branching antlers. She turned to Alex, then, focusing [i]hard[/i] as she overlaid her voice with as much [MANA] as she dared use in the presence of all these faces. “[b][color=DarkMagenta]Hey! Hey. I dunno what’s going on in your head, but you gotta [i]chill[/i], o’RGB man of adoration. I’m here. I’m [i]fine[/i]. Stop pacing like a tiger. You’re pushing… It’s pushing at my ‘gotta face it or run’ button, okay? Just take some deep breaths sweetheart.[/color][/b]” Jemma barked, smoothing her tone out to familial gentleness towards the end. She turned, looking away from him as she [i]slithered[/i] closer to both Temujin and his unfortunate… Room… Guest? On crutches? What the fuck was going on with her face and neck? Hm. Not good! Maybe some sort of rejection? Wait. Focus! Focus. Ink pulsed once more, centering around her head as some internal changes rippled forth. Focusing on multiple things was easier, and her astral eyes finally turned away from where her mundane eyes were looking. Of a sort. She could see all of them, in the room, and their imprints on the [MANASCAPE]. The woman was afraid, of a sort. More like… coldly determined and probably definitely delirious! Interesting! “[color=DarkMagenta][b]So I dunno how much of that you heard, but I’m gonna assume mostly all of it. Please don’t repeat it to anyone? … Also, I showed you mine! Whatcha want from it?[/b][/color]” Jemma said, clinical at first, and then rapidly devolving into ‘hyper murder puppy-octopus-monster’. Her face split into a small smile, revealing teeth like needles, from which dripped an amber tinted saliva. Venom, not meant to kill— Not unless she had to— but to incapacitate and immobilize. Some neurological paralytics, some physiological muscle relaxants… Yeah, yeah that’d be fine! Ignore the feeling of Koba and Graham staring at her like a crazy woman! It’s fiiiiine it’s fine it’s fine! Push the panic-FURY-WolfBorneProtectionPolicy-confusion down. Focus! Focus. Two things were happening, and both were important, huh? Shit. Focus. Oh, and clarify. “[color=DarkMagenta][b]Also! I didn’t [i]want[/i] to eat anyone, ever, thank you VERY much! I ain’t gonna eat you, and I ain’t gonna eat anyone EVER AGAIN! Never happening![/b][/color]” She chirped, shouting at some points. Anger rolled along the edges of her skin, before fading into a bout of [i]intense[/i] self-consciousness. The emotional whiplash left Jemma’s mind spinning for a moment. She was still struggling with this new… extreme bouts of emotional dysregulation. Shit. She [i]had[/i] to get a better handle on that.