1. Michelle, turn on your location. We just want to talk. [Allura has been a very good princess. She has not taken anything she hasn't earned. Tempting as a few things might have been. She hasn't even run into the Box save for spying him around a tree trunk every once in a while and raising an eyebrow (while trying not to shriek as it disappeared and reappeared closer). Thus waking up like this is a... well.
One hell of a quiznacking shock might be a tick of an understatement.
It's just a normal, early morning of wanting to sleep in but the sun is peeking through and there's a familiar whine of her tigerlily friend Juni as they nudge at her with her nose. Though this particular whine has a note of distress that registers through the sleepy haze. Then she wakes, and- why is it cold in here why is she hungry oh ancients why is everything so fucking TALL.
Allura raises an arm to rub at her eyes to reveal that it's now a wing. A vine-covered wing covered with a wide variety of blooms. Most of them a shade of pink or white. She blinks, and suddenly she gets picked up by the tail "feathers" by Juni. A hoot of protest escapes before she 's tossed onto the tigerlily's back and is, quite suddenly, finding a need to hold onto the vines on her back with her toes.
What is going on anymore. She doesn't even, but mmm, sun... Don't mind her basking in it and offering a thankful chirp. Juni's likely to carry her all around the islands looking for someone to help. Her strange alien friend is an arboreali and she doesn't like it.]
2. I believe I can flyyyy... [Flight's been something Allura has missed deeply. The jetpack on her armor only lasts so long and it's been even longer than she cares to admit to feeling the breeze on her face. Considering most of the time it has been deep space flights, there isn't any wind to be had nor would it have been a good idea to go without a helmet. Here? Yesss please, more sun and more wind.
You know? This might not actually be so bad. Is a brief thought Allura has before, quite suddenly, her wings begin to ache and she realizes her error. So she lets the leftover lift of the air and momentum carry her gently lower as she aims to land on a low-lying branch.
Aims to. She might just accidentally get too tired and flop right into someone. If so she hoots apologetically. With a side of Regrets.]
3. Enter: Adult Purple Woman [Okay she was starting to get used to the whole flight and floral wings thing. Then she wakes up a few mornings after, and-
That certainly is a wet nose against the small of her back- wait, she has one of those again? Oh, thank the Ancients! Is she back to normal? That's when Juni whines a similar note of distress she did back when she became an arboreali and Allura gives pause. "Mm? What is it Juni?" is muttered and goodness, her throat feels scratchy. Allura rolls onto her back and sits up. Juni whines again, and Allura blearly glances at her, noting 'huh. it's a tick brighter than usual,' before she reaches up to brush hair out of her face.
Purple hair. With a very lavender, very clawed hand.
Understandably, she freezes. She stares at it for a moment with wide, slightly glowing eyes as she tries to change to her usual shape and nothing happens. She can't change. She can't do anything but stare at her flexing fingers for a brief moment before shrieking.] whAT THE FUCK?!
[Somewhere else on the islands, a certain someone is likely (not) having regrets for teaching her Earthling swears. For those on Islet 3, she... may have just woken people up. Oops.]
4. Island's haunted *shifts bayard to lance* [Okay. Okay. She handled shapeshifting into a similar form briefly for an infiltration mission ages ago. She can handle this. Granted, the last time was of her volition. Not against her will.
The fortunate thing, nearly all her clothing still fits. And when in doubt, her Paladin armor will at least change to fit her current form. She breathes out one more time, and walks out of the cover of the trees. She may even hang out near the manapools and look at her own reflection in it as though it were foreign. To be fair, it is. The only thing that remains the same is the slight pink slits of her pupils and the angle of her jaw. The rest is, quite literally, Galran -- even the ears. Only the blue bayard at her hip, the green bracer, and recently regained tiara might be familiar to those who know her, but Ancients...
This is a Mess. And one she is wanting to remedy soon. Mostly because she doesn't like her body changing when it isn't her own natural biology. Don't mind the tall, purple alien with a blue spear stalking the forests for a certain box. If she sees someone, she'll shift to an at ease position and wave.]
It has affected you as well? How are you holding up?
[It's these islands. Likely a stupid question, but meant to state that one isn't alone in in this chaos. ...At least she still sounds like herself.]
Allura | OTA
[Allura has been a very good princess. She has not taken anything she hasn't earned. Tempting as a few things might have been. She hasn't even run into the Box save for spying him around a tree trunk every once in a while and raising an eyebrow (while trying not to shriek as it disappeared and reappeared closer). Thus waking up like this is a... well.
One hell of a quiznacking shock might be a tick of an understatement.
It's just a normal, early morning of wanting to sleep in but the sun is peeking through and there's a familiar whine of her tigerlily friend Juni as they nudge at her with her nose. Though this particular whine has a note of distress that registers through the sleepy haze. Then she wakes, and- why is it cold in here why is she hungry oh ancients why is everything so fucking TALL.
Allura raises an arm to rub at her eyes to reveal that it's now a wing. A vine-covered wing covered with a wide variety of blooms. Most of them a shade of pink or white. She blinks, and suddenly she gets picked up by the tail "feathers" by Juni. A hoot of protest escapes before she 's tossed onto the tigerlily's back and is, quite suddenly, finding a need to hold onto the vines on her back with her toes.
What is going on anymore. She doesn't even, but mmm, sun... Don't mind her basking in it and offering a thankful chirp. Juni's likely to carry her all around the islands looking for someone to help. Her strange alien friend is an arboreali and she doesn't like it.]
2. I believe I can flyyyy...
[Flight's been something Allura has missed deeply. The jetpack on her armor only lasts so long and it's been even longer than she cares to admit to feeling the breeze on her face. Considering most of the time it has been deep space flights, there isn't any wind to be had nor would it have been a good idea to go without a helmet. Here? Yesss please, more sun and more wind.
You know? This might not actually be so bad. Is a brief thought Allura has before, quite suddenly, her wings begin to ache and she realizes her error. So she lets the leftover lift of the air and momentum carry her gently lower as she aims to land on a low-lying branch.
Aims to. She might just accidentally get too tired and flop right into someone. If so she hoots apologetically. With a side of Regrets.]
3. Enter: Adult Purple Woman
[Okay she was starting to get used to the whole flight and floral wings thing. Then she wakes up a few mornings after, and-
That certainly is a wet nose against the small of her back- wait, she has one of those again? Oh, thank the Ancients! Is she back to normal? That's when Juni whines a similar note of distress she did back when she became an arboreali and Allura gives pause. "Mm? What is it Juni?" is muttered and goodness, her throat feels scratchy. Allura rolls onto her back and sits up. Juni whines again, and Allura blearly glances at her, noting 'huh. it's a tick brighter than usual,' before she reaches up to brush hair out of her face.
Purple hair. With a very lavender, very clawed hand.
Understandably, she freezes. She stares at it for a moment with wide, slightly glowing eyes as she tries to change to her usual shape and nothing happens. She can't change. She can't do anything but stare at her flexing fingers for a brief moment before shrieking.] whAT THE FUCK?!
[Somewhere else on the islands, a certain someone is likely (not) having regrets for teaching her Earthling swears. For those on Islet 3, she... may have just woken people up. Oops.]
4. Island's haunted *shifts bayard to lance*
[Okay. Okay. She handled shapeshifting into a similar form briefly for an infiltration mission ages ago. She can handle this. Granted, the last time was of her volition. Not against her will.
The fortunate thing, nearly all her clothing still fits. And when in doubt, her Paladin armor will at least change to fit her current form. She breathes out one more time, and walks out of the cover of the trees. She may even hang out near the manapools and look at her own reflection in it as though it were foreign. To be fair, it is. The only thing that remains the same is the slight pink slits of her pupils and the angle of her jaw. The rest is, quite literally, Galran -- even the ears. Only the blue bayard at her hip, the green bracer, and recently regained tiara might be familiar to those who know her, but Ancients...
This is a Mess. And one she is wanting to remedy soon. Mostly because she doesn't like her body changing when it isn't her own natural biology. Don't mind the tall, purple alien with a blue spear stalking the forests for a certain box. If she sees someone, she'll shift to an at ease position and wave.]
It has affected you as well? How are you holding up?
[It's these islands. Likely a stupid question, but meant to state that one isn't alone in in this chaos. ...At least she still sounds like herself.]