After wereing herself out with Cyprian, Snowcora saw the Mage off and returned to the Nest, were Tulani immediately asked, "Can you fake a tuxedo with your shadow?"
"If you want it all black and shiny, yes," Snowcora says, "Why do you ask?"
"Well, there's a formal affair tonight," Tulani says, "And I need your help. Specifically.. I need you to impersonate someone at the party."
"Difficult if it isn't someone I've actually kenned before," Snowcora points out. "Who?"
"An Eeee named Felstaad Reignar," Tulani says, and gestures for Snowcora to follow her towards the racks of clothes. "He'll be there, but I need to get him out of the party without the people watching him realizing it."
"Why?" Snowcora asks as she follows Tulani to the clothing racks. "What is the situation and his importance?"
"He's a visiting diplomat from Chronotopia," the Sphynx explains, as she finds her way to the black clothing. "And he's got information that he's taking back there, and certain people would really like to know what it is.. and what he brought with him in the first place. Since this Reignar fellow has perfect recall, he never has to carry any physical notes with him beyond his identity papers."
"Ah, and so you want them to kidnap me instead of him," Snowcora remarks as she hangs up the cloak on one of the racks. "I'm used to being the sacrifice. Anyway, you'll have to get me in as someone, then ... and as my normal self is probably not workable; I'll cause a scene. And by normal self I mean Alptraum me, the bat."
"I don't expect you to get kidnapped," Tulani says. "Just make it look like Felstaad is still at the party while I sneak the real one out. Since he's staying with Lord and Lady Cenesta anyway, you don't have to leave at all." She pulls out a slinky black dress that is elegant in its plainness - it's all figure-hugging black Zolk. Tulani holds it up against herself and asks, "What about this? If you had to pretend to be me, could you make this dress out of shadow?"
"It's tight, so yes, I could," Snowcora agrees as she arches her brow. "The less loose bits, the easier it is to copy. Also, the Cenestas? As in the parents of the Srinala that birthed me? They might not be comfortable if they knew I was there."
"They're the ones throwing this party," Tulani says, and sets the dress aside while looking for anything similar. "And we need to plan.. who you're going to be, yes. I thought we could get away from the party long enough for you to ken Felstaad and change him into whoever you came as, switch clothes and all, become him and then we return to the party. I can leave with my 'date' and you stay with the Cenestas until you can sneak away later."
"Changing him into someone else as well?" Snowcora says and rubs her chin. "I'll need a full charge too, then, as that many shifts will be draining. Especially if any are complex and involve gender changes." She pokes a bit through the clothing as well, then notes, "Also bear in mind anything with jewelry would be out as he won't have the holes for it. The only Eeee male I have, well, 'on file' so to speak is Dar."
"Dar.. mmm, yeah," Tulani says with a bit of a grin. "Sylvanian courier, escorting a Sylvanian Sphynx," she ponders. "Close enough in build to a Chronotopian.. could work, if we need speed. I know that Felstaad isn't a vampire, brown fur and black hair and brown eyes - very much a 'easy to lose in a crowd' sort, which is ideal for his line of work. A female or different species would be much better cover, but also be more awkward for the 'wear off' transition.."
"Female would disappear easier, yes, and less suspect. I could always clone you again with inverted colors," Snowcora suggests. "Visiting sister or some such lie. Easy enough to believe, and can still fly."
"And there is savanite of course. Pierce without all the jewelry," Snowcora adds.
"We'd need... well, no we wouldn't need a duplicate set of clothes," Tulani says, tapping her chin. "It would be a bit awkward if you don't have a chance to change Felstaad back before he leaves Babel. A Savanite would be a much harder change though, wouldn't it? We have to figure that he'll have to change back slowly on his own."
"Harder, but the same gender. Also mute and no flight. And yes, unless I can get to him, he'll revert on his own," Snowcora agrees. "A weird experience, that."
"Do you have any male Vartans.. on file?" the Sphynx asks.
"Oh, right. I did get an imprint from one of the Vartans at the Scab," Snowcora says, remembering. "After one of them passed out, it was easy enough to manage it in the chaos."
"I think you want a date hung like a rhian, then, is that it?" Snowcora teases.
"Must have left some interesting dreams then," Tulani says with a grin. She picks up the slinky dress, and says, "Alright, for now I think Dar is the best bet. Mr. Siefert is known, so shouldn't be suspicious. And also would have reason to talk to Reignar, being 'neighbors' and all. And lots of the changes would be simple."
She then pats Snowcora's cheek, and says, "Don't be silly, I'd prefer one hung like a dragon after all." She winks of course.
"So, no vartan, then? Dar is basically just, well, me, slightly beefier, and all black," Snowcora points out, then shrugs. "But yes, simple enough change and a less freaky shift back over time."
"Of course, Nikky is an option too. Can't you see her at a party?" Snowcora suggests.
"I'm not sure you usual outfit for him is formal enough though," Tulani says, and bites her lip. Then her eyes light up at the mention of Nikky. "Well, Nikky is certainly.. distracting."
"Among other things. Being Nikky might be traumatic for him, though," Snowcora points out. "I doubt breaking the brain of the one to protect is a good idea. I'm sure we can find something more formal for Dar here somewhere."
"You change into him, I'll fetch Mave.. and we'll do some dress-up!" Tulani says with a grin. "Maybe some tight leather pants, hmm?" she says with another wink.
Snowcora rolls her eyes and then sits down on the cold, hard, floor. "Ow. I should have kept the cloak," she mutters. Eyes close, and it's breathing out to, well, release the shadow! Or at least help motivate it to flow. Then once in darkness it's a matter of shuffling through all the 'memories' of bodies and settling on Dar. Then it's just, well, mushing that one to the forefront of mind and body.
It takes some time to go from human to Eeee, thanks to the wings (whereas the soft tissues go quickly). By the time Dar emerges, Tulani and Mave are looming over him, and Mave has a rope! Or rather, a measuring cord.
"Just remember what is in the range of my jaws if I have to bite to defend myself," 'Dar' remarks dryly and gets up from the floor. It's nice being somewhat tall again and he stretches out everything.
While stretched, Tulani also feels some of his muscles. "Ah, so that's beefy," she purrs. Mave says, "Spread your legs, I need to get your inseam."
"Right. My inseam," Dar remarks, smirks, then spreads his legs.
Mave takes her measurements, having Tulani move things aside when needed. The changes are getting easier for Alptraum, so that there's now very little 'lag' in his masculine reflexes waking up. Tulani also keeps patting his rear as Mave takes her measurements.
"That isn't a drum, you know," Dar comments over his shoulder to Tulani. He's mostly amused and staying generally still as he is measured.
"You get to fondle my breasts, so don't begrudge me this," the Sphynx comments, and pinches. Mave finally takes the measure of Dar's neck. "Alright, I should be able to cobble something together," she notes with a grin.
"This body is barely bigger than my normal one," Dar points out to Tulani. Pinching his butt is like trying to pinch a rock, though.
"Denser though!" Tulani says, coming back around to the front. "Like me! Can you lift me up?" she asks. Granted, Alptraum could lift her up too.. she's just heavier than she looks.
Dar grabs her hips, then lifts her up. "I need to take out all the jewelry," he comments while holding Tulani up still. "Less to try and copy/move."
It's a little easier to lift the Sphynx. "Lie down and I'll help," she promises.
"You just want to feel me up," Dar accuses as he sets Tulani down. The large Eeee then sits, spreads his wings comfortably, then lies back and stretches out. He then reaches up to deal with the easiest one first, that goofy nose ring.
Tulani fetches a wooden box, and then sits in Dar's lap as she opens it. The grommet plugs and other nose-accessories are in it, so once the ring is out she puts in the plugs.
"That ring is completely your fault, you know," Dar remarks. "You forced Pierce to get it."
"And yet you still choose to wear it," Tulani points out, and licks Dar's nose. Her hands go to his left ear next, to start removing the earrings and studs. "I suppose we only have to deal with the stuff that would show," she notes.
"I can't exactly get that grommet out," Dar points out, "That sucker is permanent." He then holds his ears still as the others are removed. "True enough, only visible stuff has to come out. What, you like the others now, do you?"
"Which others?" Tulani asks innocently, moving to the other ear.
"Chest and lower," Dar answers vaguely.
"That depends," the Sphynx claims, and then carefully removes the other piercings from Dar's face.
Dar then sticks his tongue out at Tulani. "You took a lot of liberties with Pierce," he mutters around his tongue.
"I almost don't want to remove this one," Tulani notes, but does unscrew one of the balls from the tongue piercing. "Does Pierce want revenge?" she purrs.
"No, just worries what would be next," Dar comments. "And it's not like your escort out will have that one."
The barbell goes into the box. Then Tulani twists around until she's lying sideways across Dar, so she can get to the rings near the tips of his wing fingers. She swishes her tail about, but at least it's not hitting Dar in the face.. yet.
Dar reaches up and grabs that tail preemptively. He knows she'll whack him with it soon enough if he doesn't prevent it.
"Hey, no tugging," Tulani says as she works the rings out of the wing membranes.
So, Dar tugs. He also gently bends the tail so he can tickle her butt with her own tailtip.
"Heeey!" Tulani complains, and squirms around a bit. "This is delicate work you know."
"So is this," Dar claims, then tickles other, more sensitive, areas with the same tail tip.
"Aww!" Tulani complains, and notes, "That's not fair!" She still has two rings to go on that wing.
Dar goes from tickling, to 'paffing' with that tail tip. "Life isn't fair," he comments.
"I'm going to sit on your face for the next wing for this," Tulani promises, as she gets the last ring.
"You would have done that anyway," Dar accuses and smirks.
"I could smother you with other things too," the Sphynx threatens as she moves around to get to the other ring. Although 'other things' turns out to be her wing, which she uses to 'fluff' against Dar's face.
And which Dar bites onto and shakes like it's some sort of caught prey! "Grr," he deadpans.
"Hey! That's not a bug!" Tulani squeaks. She reaches down a bit and grabs the 'seventh ring' Dar has down below, which would be running through the Orb of Inala on a female form.
Dar goes 'yarp!' At least he lets go of the wing.
"Aha, I should put Pierce's leash on that," Tulani cackles, then lets go to get the remaining wing-rings.
And Dar then grabs Tulani's hips and starts nomming on her backside and well, between her legs, too. Why? Because.
"Oooo!" Tulani says, and wiggles her bum and swats with her tail. She still tries to get the rings out.. though now she's working a bit faster. "So.. this what tugging on the ring causes? I'll have to remember!" she laughs.
Tulani seems to have forgotten Dar has fangs. Dar hasn't ... and he uses them right on Tulani's left butt-cheek. That ... probably hurt for a second to two...
There's a yowl that distinctly feline after that! "That's it! Roll over so I can bite your butt now!" she nearly growls.
Dar doesn't, because he's actually feeding from her butt-cheek! Turnabout is fair play.
"Owwww," Tulani complains. "Your jaw is gonna get sore!" she notes, and hurries to get the last ring out. "Now we'll see who's stronger!"
Dar has impressively strong jaws! He also has the shadow so by the time he lets go, he's already using the shadow to heal the wounds so that she doesn't walk funny.
"My turn," Tulani says, once her butt is a bit more numbed. She tries to pin Dar down like a wrestler!
And Dar ... lets her pin him down. "Oh no, you got me," he deadpans, amused and smirking.
"You aren't struggling," the Sphynx complains.. and then bites Dar's ear.
"Hey!" Dar complains, then actually struggles!
This.. excites.. the cat? She releases the ear to bite Dar's shoulder. Not deep, but maybe playful. She's still slightly heavier, but Dar is bigger.
Dar rolls his eyes and continues to struggle. To the point he actually lifts her up and off of him like she was a crate! "Does someone need a cold bath?" he teases.
"Ah, no fair!" Tulani complains. "You have to pin me!"
"But I have no pins!" Dar claims as he holds Tulani in the air above him. Well, for as long as he needs to, to use his wings to lift himself up as well, then roll the entire pair over so that he's above, then lowers himself right down on top of her.
"Oof," Tulani exhales. "I can feel your pin," she purrs, and starts squirming and struggling though.. maybe not seriously but certainly sensuously.
Dar lies on her like a sack of tubers. "Don't we need to get ready for the party?" he teases as he looks down at her.
"We've got half a day still.." Tulani points out. "And you haven't even slept. And I'm not going to take a cold bath."
Dar pushes Tulani's shoulders down. "I could make you take a cold bath," he warns and waggles his brow. Of course he's also using his feet to make sure nothing is in the way because without much warning Tulani does end up getting speared. It's not cold.
The feline purrs. "I don't think you would now though," she says, and licks Dar's nose again. "Besides, we can make Mave jealous while she works on your clothes."
"Yes, that never backfires," Dar remarks rather dryly. He hooks toe claws into the floor for leverage and demonstrates vampiric Eeee are quite a bit stronger all over. He also gets a ... strange sort of idea ... and tries to use the shadow in, well, secret, to see if he can make just part of himself more like the vartan. The spearing part.
This feels a bit like the Inala blessing on Pierce when he's dealing with a larger female. It also makes Tulani's eyes go wide! "Not.. not too much," she purrs.
"Awww, are you admitting you can't handle me?" Dar purrs at her smugly.
The Sphynx's eyes narrow, and she tries to buck the Eeee off of her. She's got muscles too! "Well, maybe it just means I can go all out without worrying about hurting you, hmmm?" she replies.
Dar tries to fully vartanize that part of himself with a smirk. "Promises, promises," he retorts and waggles his brow as he remains right where he is on top of her.
Tulani does put more her back into it.. and other more intimate muscles as well. She might be on the bottom but is still trying to be the one leading.
And Dar makes that frustratingly difficult to do, to the point of even mimicing her moves sometimes so that nothing actually moves internally!
This causes some growls of frustration, and Tulani switches her efforts to trying to roll them over so she's on top.
And Dar uses his wings to try and prevent that! "Problem?" he asks sweetly.
"Oooo, you're trying to frustrate me, aren't you?" Tulani growls.
"Would I ever do that?" he asks, all smiles.
"Hmmph! What's the point of being a bit stronger if you're not going to try harder?," the cat asks, her chin tilted in challenge.
"I am trying harder! I'm trying very hard to drive you crazy," Dar claims. He waggles his brow, then relents and rolls himself and her back over so that she's on top. However, he does bite down on her shoulder and neck this time, with fangs.
There's a mewl sound at the bite, but at least this time it's in 'the proper place'. And Tulani is freer to move, even if her head and neck are locked in place. Below that, however, things get wiggly.
And Dar's jaws stay right where they are. He gets in on the other act as well, and does demonstrate he's strong ... and having the vartan augmentation certainly makes things different!
So there is much grinding and bumping and biting, to be sure. Tulani is a bit rough.. but not so much that things might break, since there's not a lot of wiggle room in their connection. And of course Mave comes over eventually, sits on a stool, and smokes her pipe while she watches - but at least doesn't offer any tips or opinions.
Dar does make sure that Mave gets at least one view that he's not entirely Eeee when he lifts Tulani off a good foot and she's still not completely, well off. He smirks to Mave, then goes right back to working on Tulani!
It's Tulani's feline half that tends to dominate in these activities, which usually makes for an interesting ride. Add in the tightness, the studs and an audience and she really starts to get a bit wild. She's soon bouncing up and down on Dar, and he's starting to feel the impacts a bit more acutely. Tulani's butt may not be rock-hard, but the layer of softness isn't that deep.
Dar grunts, but he is a tough Eeee and can take it. And does. He thrusts right back when she comes down. And hey, none of it is as bad as things are at Gorphat's temple!
With both of them working to heighten the impacts, it's no surprise when the Sphynx starts crying out and digging her claws into Dar's chest a bit more firmly. Cats are weird when it comes to pleasure. But the muscle spasms are strong enough that Dar can feel the squeeze.
Dar growls in kind and doubles down so that, well, things flare down below as he too finds release in that tightness. It's weird to feel things flare as an Eeee, but kind of fun too. IT's like when the buck had his guest, only, no pain and actual release along with the odd tip flares!
Tulani is panting, and slumps a bit, breathing hotly against Dar's throat.
"If you're going to stay like that, I may have to make some alterations to the pants," Mave notes to Dar.
Dar snickers and runs claws down Tulani's back. "No, I don't intend to stay that way," the Eeee then comments tiredly to Mave. That was for Tulani. "Next time I'll try something draconic and spiny."
"Promises, promises," Tulani mumbles.
Dar tries to, well, restore things down below using the shadow while rolling his eyes.
"At least you should be able to get a few hours of sleep now," Mave says. "I still have some bits to let out on your clothes. Barinala weren't so broad-shouldered."
"I know, they're terribly girly," Dar remarks and yawns. "Barely male."
"Yes, they were often bare males," Mave notes and blows a smoke-ring. "You may want to wash up too after you wake up. I know you can duplicate a lot of things with your shadow trick, but people will wonder if the person you are impersonating smells of Sphynx passion."
"I'm not stinky," Tulani mutters.
"Just musky," Dar comments, amused. "Yes, I intend to bathe. I would have made a terrible servant of any temple; I can rarely take any of it seriously."
"I'm not sure Nicora would agree with that sentiment," Mave notes, then stands up. "And don't forget to recharge," she reminds.
"Even Nicora is a terrible servant when it comes down to it," Dar notes as he eases Tulani off. Falling asleep like that is a bad idea. Things can ... dry. "And yes, I remember I need ot recharge."
"I'll wake you up when it's time," Mave promises. "Now drag your rock-hard asses off to bed."
"Jealousy does not suit you, Mave," Dar notes as he gets up to limp himself off to rest.
"Yes mom," Tulani says and gets herself sitting up at least, before staggering off to join Dar.
The statue of Breklea, Patron God of Builders presides over the ballroom, measuring line in one hand and spade in the other. "Mr. Dar Siefert and Miss Tulani Herfrel of Sylvania," Malkaeus the elderly steward announces. Tulani is wearing the slinky black dress, while Dar has something a bit more formal, as it involves black slacks, black vest and deep red shirt and cummerbund, which still manage to stand out against all the unrelenting black.
There are a few people 'Dar' recognizes from previous parties. People in the government, merchants and visiting dignitaries. And of course Bram and Aryadne Cenesta, still looking well for their ages.
A broad-shouldered Eeee is near the hosts, wearing something like a uniform. The Gear is prominent on the lapels of the jacket, and he seems very overdressed for Babel, if not that much older than Dar.
"That coat is terribly garish," Dar thinks from where he still stands with his arm around Tulani's. "He'd make a great gypsy with a coat like that." He lightly hip-bumps Tulani and gestures towards that Eeee questioningly?
"That's our neighbor," Tulani whispers in Sylvanian. "Let's say hello to our hosts."
"Lead on, oh lover of all things sexually painful," Dar whispers back in Sylvanian, then grins.
"You know, Mave has whips and flogs," the Sphynx replies.. not quite as a threat though. She smiles and leads the way to the Cenestas. "It is good to see you both again, Lord and Lady Cenesta," she says, bowing her head slightly. "I'd like to introduce my fellow countryman, Dar Siefert, courier of the Countess Draco."
"Promises, promises," Dar whispers before they reach the hosts. Dar then bows slightly after the introduction. "An honor to meet you," he replies, his speech accented. "Thank you for your hospitality this evening."
"We are happy to welcome those visiting our city into our home," Lord Cenesta says, returning the slight bow. "Although my dear wife Aryadne is mostly responsible for this affair."
Lady Cenesta actually does a slight curtsey. "I hear Draco County is a spot of calm in a tumultuous land," she says. "I'm sure we could learn some things from your Countess."
"Your name is familiar to me," Dar notes and taps his chin in thought. "Where ... ah, the Countess. Yes. Her strength keeps those that wish ill at bay. It was through her I have heard of you."
"Oh my, our little construction efforts have been that noteworthy?" Lady Cenesta asks.
"I am sorry, but it is more that you were kind to someone she knows well. Alptraum Reisender is his name," Dar remarks casually. "They are ... allies and friends."
"He is a good man," Aryadne says, and subtly takes her husband's hand. "He brings hope to Babel, and I hope he does the same for Draco County."
"He ... gave the Countess hope, yes," Dar notes and notes. "More than she had had for some time. I have met him only once; a strange fellow I must admit."
"He struck me as humble," Lord Cenesta says. "But I am glad that he.. is following up on his convictions."
"He did not strike me as one to tout things he had done," Dar notes. "Just ... quiet and a bit sad. I was surprised to learn that it was through his and his friends actions that an ancient evil was brought low and its abilities put to better uses."
"He takes on risks that are truly frightening," Aryadne says with a bit of worry. Then she smiles and says, "You must meet our guest, Mr. Reignar of Chronotopia. He's come to help consult on some of our problems here in Babel."
"Construction related? I know engineering is something Chronotopia is well known for," Dar notes and nods. "I would be honored to meet him."
"I'm not privy to the exact nature of the consultation," Lady Cenesta admits, and guides the pair a few paces over to the visiting Chronotopian. He does have brown fur and eyes, and slicked back black hair under an odd flat cap. After the introduction, the man bows and clicks his heels together. "I is a pleasure to meet fellow Nordikans," he says in only slightly accented Sylvanian. He also kisses the back of Tulani's wrist.
Dar bows. "Greetings from Draco County," he says, "It is always a pleasure to meet one from the same, ah, time of the world so to speak. What brings you here to this city of shadow and mystery?"
"Vell," Felstaad says, switching to the Common tongue, "It vas brought to our attention that Babel may haff to deal vith certain.. issues.. vith vhich ve in Chronotopia haff some familiarity and experience handling."
"Perhaps Babel is getting a railroad then?" Tulani asks with a smile.
"I would hope that and not something like Bosch moving in as a neighbor," Dar jokes and smiles toothily. "Or like Sylvania ... Galis."
"I am sure that Babel is past its problems vith poodles," Felstaad says, with just the slightest tick of a smile. "But I am not at liberty to say just vhat has been discussed the Coalition. Only zat Chronotopia supports the new direction that Babel has been taking."
"Mmm. That is good. What do you make of all the rumors on the streets, though? The strange apparitions and supposed deities walking among the people?" Dar asks, curious. "Does this worry Chronotopia?"
"In time, Babel vill learn how to deal vith such things," Felstaad claims. "As you know, Chronotopia must be ever-vigilant against the infiltrations and influences of Bosch. So far, the incidents in Babel haff been largely.. positive. Aside from the few rather gruesome demises of prominent figures.. who should not haff had the influence they did, quite honestly. But for the garden to prosper, one must remove the veeds that would choke out the flowers."
"True enough," Dar must concede. "It is not worrisome for Draco County as we have often dealt with the supernatural. It can be effective, if used properly."
"The Chronotopian Vay cannot be implemented everyvhere, alas," Felstaad says, clasping his gloved hands together. "Only bits und pieces vere they fit. But ve are obligated to share all of our methods, and let those who vish to use them find vhat vorks for their circumstances."
"Just so," Dar agrees.
"What interests does the Countess haff of Babel, if I may ask?" Felstaad asks Dar.
"The primary interest concerns, ah, her consort and friend, Alptraum Reisender," Dar explains, "He was Babel-born and still has some ties here. So, what happens here concerns her as it affects him. It may also broaden to trade agreements in the future, but ... one step at a time."
"It is a bold effort," Felstaad says with a nod. "Vise. Vith Rephidim no longer 'officially' recognizing Sylvania as a nation, the Countess strengthens the bond between it and Babel, both homelands to Eeee. So, Babel vill recognize Sylvania."
"Rephidim, can, ah, go suck on a vermite's backside to be blunt," Dar remarks dryly. "We are, and always will be. We survived the Necromancer War, we can survive the Fop invasion."
"The vagaries of politics are.. impermanent," Felstaad claims. "Gallis aided Rephidim vhen Babel attacked vith the Plaguebringers, and it vas a simple concession vith little impact for Rephidim. It is not as if Sylvania vere a trading partner. The Sky Island depends on air trade, vhich is problematical to Sylvania, yes? It does nothing to legitimize the Marquis' claims to other nations."
"Well, I do suppose if Gallis wishes to keep sending more Fops ... we'll just have an increase in hogs," Dar remarks a bit darkly.
"Hogs are very useful," Felstaad says. "And if Chevaliers meet their demise in Sylvania.. vell, that serves the Marquis as vell. He has too many Chevaliers and not enough land to award them."
"How long will you be staying in Babel?" Dar inquires. "I am here for a bit longer, I suspect."
"My schedule is problematic," Felstaad claims. "I seem to be in high demand, unfortunately."
"Our own mission is.. ongoing, as well," Tulani says with a smile.. and she has somehow snagged a flute of something bubbly.
Dar looks at the Eee from head to toe. "Well, you are a handsome Eeee ... and I know Babel tends to have, ah, interesting approaches to relationships," he jokes. "Us more robust Eeee do tend to attract that sort of attention."
"I haff had to politely decline certain suggestions," Felstaad agrees. "My vife vould be rather upset othervise. She is back in Blitzheim, but has very good hearing."
"They always do," Dar agrees and nods sagely. "I have so far escaped that trap, fortunately."
"Ah, but it iz ze best trap, my friend," Felstaad says, and smiles big. "I keep her picture next to my bed, if you would like to zee what I mean."
Dar laughs. "Absolutely. And I imagine the curious cat here would as well," he adds and gestures towards Boozelani, er, Tulani.
"I can't very well leave you unchaperoned, Dar," Tulani says. "Please lead the way, Mr. Reignar."
"Oh yes, because I might be accosted at any moment by one of the locals ... who weigh half what I do," Dar comments, amused.
Felstaad excuses himself to the Cenestas, before leading the spy and shapechanger out of the ballroom. "This tower is very impressive," he notes, as they pass one of the many shrines, this one to some unrecognizable minor deity. "There are as many gods here as there are clocks in Blitzheim."
"One for every occasion I believe," Dar comments and nods. "Some kind, others ... not so kind. But overall, even the Gods are improving from what I hear."
"There ist alvays room for improvement," the Chronotopian agrees, and turns towards the guest rooms. The one he has is actually quite nice, but there is a distinct lack of portraits next to the bed. "I am assured we cannot be overheard here, but it may be best to use Sylvanian from this point," he says quietly.
"Easy enough," Dar says as he slips back to his most comfortable language. "I assume Tulani here has briefed you on the plan?"
Tulani secures the door, and Felstaad says, "I only know that a Sylvanian Sphynx will be smuggling me out, but I do not think I could fit under her dress."
"Ah, you'll just have to trust us, but I need you to remove all of your clothing," Tulani says.
The courier raises an eyebrow, and looks to Dar. "I am certain I would be still be noticed if naked," he points out, but loosens his collar. "However, could you.. turn around, Miss Herfrel?"
Tulani seems about to say something, then just turns away towards the door.
Since Dar has actually done this before, with Thath, he actually starts allowing himself to revert now, which means that solid back hair of his is leeching back to white. "And I should probably properly introduce myself. I'm Alptraum Reisender, also known in this town as the Barsunala," he says as he turns to Felstaad, grinning toothily as features begin to shift back to normal. "I'm here to make sure you get out unnoticed."
"Ah.. but alive, yes?" the man asks, wide eyed at the change.. but still removing his coat.
"Of course. I forgot to bring an urn. So alive it has to be," Alptraum jokes. "You are perfectly safe. You will, however, have to trust both of us."
"Alptraum will be getting naked too," Tulani notes from her spot at the door.
Alptraum rolls his eyes at that and starts to disrobe. "You will be leaving as Dar, of course. And I will become you and remain here," he explains rather vaguely.
"And.. how long will this.. disguise.. last?" Felstaad asks as he gets his boots off.
"Depends on how much I re-enforce it. A few days, at least," Alptraum explains as he's removing his footwear as well.
"That should suffice, I hope," Felstaad says, but still seems nervous. It isn't until he's gotten everything off that he asks, "Is it going to be very painful?"
"Actually, it will be quite pleasurable for you. I am not inducing too much of a change, after all. We ruled out making you female when we debated the stress of the gradual shift-back," Alptraum explains. "Of course if you want to be female..."
"My wife would definitely not approve," Felstaad claims. "My uniform would not fit either.. although I won't be bringing it with me anyway, it seems."
"If there IS anything you need to bring, we'll need to take it with us somehow," Tulani offers.
"Who, may I ask, is trying to get to you? I will need to know who to watch for when impersonating you," Alptraum remarks as he looks about, ears flicking.
"Everyone not on the Coalition Council, supposedly," Felstaad says. "Merchants hoping to take advantage of whatever exchange Babel and Chronotopia are likely to have, those wishing to prevent any such dealings - and those who would hold me and see who is willing to pay the most for my secrets. So, the usual suspects. If not for Tulani, I would suspect the Yodhbarada as well."
"Have there been any blatant attempts on you? I have dealt with being captured before and can manage, but I would rather avoid it," Alptraum says.
"None so far, as I have been a guest here with the Cenestas," Felstaad explains. "I was under guard coming here from the Coalition Tower as well. The issue is with me leaving their protection."
"So, I'll just have to deal with that when I leave," Alptraum remarks and grins. "You should probably sit on the bed."
"My plan is for Alptraum to stay the night here, at least," Tulani notes. "That way even when he leaves it will be as someone else, and people will just assume you are here still."
Felstaad sits on the edge of the bed. "I am glad Miss Tulani is not watching," he admits.
"I am sure she will feel you up later to make sure the disguise is complete," Alptraum says comfortingly. "Now, you may want to close your eyes for this part," he suggests as he places a hand right on top of Felstaad's head, between his ears.
The man takes the suggestion, and closes his eyes.
Alptraum takes several deep breaths, then relaxes. Out flows the shadow from the hand upon Felstaad's head. It flows downward like a thick oil, engulfing the Eeee. It's a minute and then he's covered from head to toe. From there ... it's kenning him to learn his shape ... as well as trying to keep the enjoyment Alptraum feels from doing that in check. From there, well, it's overlaying the image of Dar on the seated Eeee. More pleasure for both, naturally, but Alptraum must remain focused. Slow and careful so that there is no pain.
Kaira did warn about the possibility of getting addicted to kenning people, but so far Alptraum hasn't felt any such urges. Although this does require holding the shadow for longer than usual, since he's transforming right after the kenning - but the second part isn't very difficult. Fur colors, eyes, some height and muscle shifts and facial features. The result is a much darker, and ever-so-slightly taller Eeee than one that was kenned.
Alptraum draws the shadow back and steps back. "Step one is done," Alptraum says, "Go ahead and open your eyes."
Felstaad does so, and blinks a few times. Then he checks his hands. "Fascinating. My eyesight is clearer," he notes.
Alptraum chuckles and now takes a seat on the bed. "And now for my part," he says as he closes his own eyes. Another few deep breaths and out goes the shadow wave again; this time to consume himself. Now it's a matter of applying Felstaad's own image upon his body.
The shadow performs well, without any signs of fatigue after what it's already done. When it concludes, Alptraum does find out that Felstaad is a bit nearsighted.
"I don't like your eyesight," Alptraum remarks as he emerges as Felstaad. "If there was time I could fix that permanently with you, but ... perhaps another time."
"I have flying glasses, but I will need to bring those with me," Felstaad asks, and starts putting on Dar's clothing.
"I have operated totally blind before, I can manage," Alptraum says as he rises and starts putting on Felstaad's clothing, including the overly impressive coat.
Tulani is tapping her foot impatiently. "Decent yet?" she asks.
"I am always decent," Alptraum comments.
It's impossible to know what Tulani's expression is, but her aura brightens for just a moment. "I meant Mr. Reignar," she clarifies.
For this, Felstaad looks at Alptraum's progress in dressing, since it's his body. "Decent enough," he replies to Tulani.
"This is a nice room, but the door is boring," Tulani claims as she turns around and smiles.
Alptraum is doing surprisingly well at dressing, but he has a lot of experience in different clothing and body shapes now. "Your butt isn't boring, though," Alptraum quips.
"You weren't looking at it," Tulani claims, then shifts her wings as she cranes her neck to look down at her butt. The dress is really form-fitting.
"I've seen it enough that I can imagine," Alptraum claims as he finishes buttoning the jacket.
Tulani goes up to Alptraum and helps adjust a few things, to better match Felstaad. "Where is your hair cream?" she asks the new Dar, who just points to a short jar on the vanity. The shadow doesn't replicate that, apparently.
"Yay, head grease," Alptraum mutters as he too looks towards the jar.
It's the Sphynx that gets the grease and tells Alptraum to sit down so she can style his hair properly.
Alptraum sits right back down on the bed and twiddles his thumbs.
Dar has to help, to get the look just right. Then Tulani works on his hair to get to match what Dar's is supposed to look like (the shadow does apparently absorb grease, even if it can't replicate it). Finally the Sphynx stands back and looks over each man. "I think it works," she says.
Alptraum looks at the pair. "It has to. The main thing will be to keep a low profile now so that no one notices any subtle differences," he points out and rises.
"At least for a little while," Tulani says. "We go back out, and I get 'drunk' so Dar has to take me home. Then at some point after that, Felstaad excuses himself for one reason or another and retires early."
"You mean you're going to pretend to get drunk this time instead of actually getting drunk? Felstaad-Traum comments, smirking slightly. To 'Dar', he notes, "She likes the butt on that body, so ... there may be some patting."
"Oh dear," 'Dar' says, maintaining a straight face. He then goes about collecting a few things from the room. Identity papers it looks like, which can easily be hidden inside his outfit.
"They're serving Eeee booze here," Tulani notes. "I'd have to drink ALL of it to get truly drunk."
"You keep thinking that, Cat-butt," Felstaad-Traum quips. "So, shall we return?"
Dar clears his throat, and says, "Yes, we shouldn't linger and incite rumors." He's be careful not to let his Chronotopian accent through.
"Quite. Let vs return to the party," Felstaad-Truam agrees, trying to mimic Felstaad's manner of speech.
"Yes, I'm ready to drink a lot," Tulani agrees, and opens the door. At least the two men don't have distinctive walking styles.
Felstaad-Traum goes first, but then waits for Dar to leave before closing the door and getting the room key from him. "Try female next time, it is an eye-opening experience," he also whispers in Dar's ear.
"Next time?" Dar whispers back in surprise. But then, he may very well be returning, depending on how is report is taken back in Blitzheim.
Not much has changed in the ballroom. More people are sitting down though, to make room for a few dancing couples. One of those couples is Lord and Lady Cenesta. The music is Nordikan as well, a waltz.
"Pervaps vou two should dance," Felstaad-Traum suggests to Tulani and Dar, then he goes to try and get some drinks, one for each of them.
"Allow me to lead," Dar says, and spins a surprised Tulani out onto the dance floor. The bartender nods to Felstaad, asking, "Enjoying the evening so far, sir?"
"Ves. It vas been quite enjoyable," Felstaad-Traum agrees as he uses a small tray to collect three drinks from the bartender. "I vope vou are as vell?"
"The Lord and Lady tend to have quiet affairs, which is refreshing, sir," the bartender says. "Almost nobody asks for a mixed drink."
"/Ah, ves. Sometimes it is best to have a quiet evening. Thank vou," Felstaad-Traum agrees as he picks up the small tray of drinks. The Eeee then makes his way back to a table near the dance floor and sits, watching the pair dance. He takes a sip from the glass he chooses as his.
Of course it isn't likely for a guest to be alone for long, and another comes over to introduce herself. She's a large Naga with elaborate scale-paint and has her upper torso wrapped in many veils. She's the most colorful guest by far. "Good evening, Master Reignar," she says, with nary a flick of her tongue. She offers the back of one gloved hand, and says, "Columbia Sen, of the Babel Merchants Alliance."
Felstaad-Traum bows his head slightly, then takes the offered hand and lightly kisses the back of it. "And a good evening you you. Felstaad Reignar of Blitzhelm," he counters in kind out of protocol, even though it is obvious she already knows who he is. "I vope vou are enjoying the party?" he inquires.
"The Cenestas always have an interesting mix of people," Columbia claims. "They especially excel at getting visiting foreigners to attend. Not many of whom have dealings with the Council though." She unfolds a frilly fan and actually uses it to hide some of her face. "That makes you extra interesting."
"Does it nov? So it is not just my accent?" Felstaad-Traum inquires, the large Eeee looking a bit bemused by this claim. He's also, well, feeling for auras, signs of deceit, and the like.
The Naga seems genuinely curious, with a bit of 'greed' mixed in. But that's to be expected - even the new Merchant Class will still have a definite Babelite flavor to their experience. "I must admit that I find the Abu-Dhabian accent the most intriguing," the serpent replies, flitting her fan to reveal her smile. "Few Nordikans are interested in our far off mountain community." She's certainly worked hard to get rid of her accent, which may mean she's primarily used as a translator.
"Abu-Dhabian? Vhy is that?" Felstaad-Traum inquires, curious. He takes another sip from his glass as he observes the serpent. "As for interest, this city has potential and it would be remiss of Blitzhelm to not at least see vhat opportunities there are, no?" he points out.
"There is a rolling, chocolatl quality to it, I find," Columbia says, and flutters her fan a bit more. "I admit to being curious as to what opportunities you may have found? The members of the BMA are always eager to aid in foreign investment."
"Mmm, many possibilities, but nothing I could say definitively. I vill deliver my report to Blitzhelm and vhey vill decide vhere vhey vish to focus," Felstaad-Traum says. "I am here to collect facts and present vhem to the councils back home."
"I do hope your superiors find Babel's prospects to their liking," Columbia says. "After all, we wouldn't want the Titanians getting to us first, would we?" she jokes, her mouth gaping in a Naga laugh.
"Unless vou sell hammers, I do not vhink vhat is much of a risk," Felstaad-Traum replies in kind with a more subdued, but bemused, smile.
"Perhaps not, true," Columbia says, and cocks her head. "The band is about to start a new set. Would you.. care to dance?" she asks next.
This causes Felstaad-Traum to arch his brow slightly. "If vou vish. I must varn vou vhat I am not much of a dancer," the Eeee warns as she sets down his drink.
"Oh, it is best if you let me lead anyway," Columbia says, offering her hand again. "It is easier if I know where my coils are going to be than for you to try and steer them."
"Another reason she likes Abu Dhabian accent, she likes submissive men," Felstaad-Traum thinks as he rises then takes her hand. "As vou vish," he says and bows his head again.
It's clear that Columbia is a constrictor - it's not just her size, but her fluidness of motion. A waltz is all about moving in circles, but Felstaad-Traum never has to step over a coil, since the Naga is very fast. She could probably coil around an Eeee in an eyeblink if she wanted to. But for the most part she's a find dance partner, especially since she can keep herself at eye-level.. and doesn't stare overly much.
It's also good that Felstaad-Traum does actually know how to waltz. It's a traditional dance of Sylvania, after all, so he learned it growing up. He allows the naga to lead and is reminded during the dance how, well, pretty Naga actually are. Scary, yes, but still beautiful. It's why both Nikky and Pierce have lovers that are Naga after all. The whole part that Pierce is also the naga's playtoy is beside the point. "Vou dance surprisingly vell," he admits at one point.
"I went to charm school," Columbia notes. "I can do a few biped dances, and many Naga ones, but the slower dancers are easier. Especially when their are few others to crowd in on me." Dar and Tulani go twirling past as well.. and the clingy dress isn't as effective as a looser one would be.
"I can tell," Felstaad-Traum admits as they continue to twirl and move about the floor. "I must also admit vhat I vhink vou vould look best vith vour native dances. Trying to force bipedal dance seems like a vaste of vour talents."
"Well, those require very different music, and mood," Columbia says. "Not to mention the necessity of warming up sufficiently first. There are Naga dance clubs in the city, however."
"Ah. It is unlikely I could attend such, alas," Felstaad-Traum apologizes. "How does vhe mood differ?"
"It is anything but sedate," Columbia explains. "Movements can be slow or darting, depending on the dancers - vipers have a very different style from constrictors. There is often a non-Naga.. extra. Who does not move, but sits at the center of the dance. In Babel, it is usually a Skreek. It isn't hard to find one willing to be paid to sit still and be frightened for an hour."
"Vhat sounds ... vell, like vhose vou enter 'vaunted vouses' at festivals to be scared for fun," Felstaad-Traum remarks, amused. "Sometimes it can be enjoyable to be scared a little. Gets vhe blood flowing."
"Oh, the fear of the extra is essential to the dance," Columbia explains, just before dipping the Eeee. "The audience picks up on it, tastes it.. it does indeed get the blood flowing, as you say." She leans in very close for that last part, and finally flicks her tongue out, close enough that Felstaad-Traum can feel the breeze it causes on the tip of his nose.
Felstaad-Traum's head pulls back slightly from that tongue flick and he blinks. He's pretty confident at this point that Columbia is trying to flirt with him. "I can ask some I vave met vhat may know people vho vould like such things," the Eeee says while dipped back, wings unfurled a bit for better balance. "Other vhan skreek, vhat species preferences are vhere?"
Columbia pulls back, until they're no longer dipping. "Lapi are the favorite," she says. "But they are extremely rare in Babel, and finding those who would sit still is another challenge. They tend to panic, and panicky Lapi is a Lapi with strong legs ending in claws and a head with very large teeth. I don't suppose you have many Nagai in Chronotopia? Or else there is a very lucrative market in fur coats for them."
"Not many, the climate is too cold," Felstaad-Traum claims as he comes up. It's also likely true as Naga aren't common in Sylvania either. "Ve like vhe veather, but ve are more build for it."
"I think some of us larger sorts could handle it," Columbia claims, and spins Felstaad-Traum. "We do alright here in Babel. But it also helps that Eeee radiate so much body heat."
"are vou trying to get an invite?" Felstaad-Traum inquires as he spins, wings drawing in to reduce drag. "Understand vhat I cannot promise such. I can only report and abide by my superior's decisions."
"Oh, I'm far too busy to leave Babel for such an extended journey," Columbia says. "But if I do, I'm sure you would be able to show me around?"
"If I am not occupied with other duties, of course," Felstaad-Traum claims.
"I'm sure that.." Columbia starts to say, only to be interrupted by the sound of someone falling on their butt along with the sound of tearing Zolk.
Felstaad-Traum blinks. He leans a bit to the side to look around the serpent. That must have been Tulani's drunken fall and reason to leave!
Indeed, Tulani is on the floor and looking embarrassed, and is not standing up. She isn't pretending to be drunk either, as Dar squats down to assess the damage.
"I sense a bum-tear of the embarrassing order. Literally bare-assing," Felstaad-Traum thinks. "Poor girl," he remarks to Columbia. "Must be mortifying."
It takes some effort, but Tulani does get to her feet and manages to use her wings to cover things up (but with her deep black fur, it takes pretty decent lighting to really expose things). Her expression suggests that she's already gotten a few 'pings' from the curious. The music is stopped while things are sorted at, and Dar is apologizing to the Cenestas.
"Such a slink dress would be fine on a Naga," Columbia confides, "but does not have enough flare for a waltz, apparently."
Felstaad-Traum steps slightly away from the naga for a moment. "Are vou all right?" he asks of Tulani, then looks back to Columbia. "Indeed. Voo vight. Vhe dance requires free movement," he says quietly to Columbia.
"I'll be fine, I just need to.. leave, I'm afraid," Tulani says, and smiles apologetically. "Hopefully we'll have a chance to talk again and discuss mutual interests of our two respective nations."
"Quite. If vou make it back to our continent, vou should make a point to visit," Felstaad agrees and bows his head. "May your evening be vell. It vas a pleasure to meet vou."
Tulani does manage to shake hands, holding her dress together with just one until Dar returns and gallantly wraps another wing around her. "I will see that she gets home safely," he promises, and bows his head to Felstaad-Traum.
Felstaad-Traum nods his head in kind. "Good evening vo vou both," he says politely and smiles.
Everyone politely continues their conversations as the Sylvanians depart.
"Sylvanians are certainly.. robust," Columbia notes when Felstaad-Traum returns to her.
Felstaad-Traum is surprised when he soon finds himself yawning. "Mmm, perhaps I should vithdraw to bed. I find the day catching up to me faster vhan I expected," he admits to Columbia. "Ah, ves, all Eeee of vhat continent tend to be more robust vhan ve Eeee here."
"I did not mean to wear you out," Columbia apologizes. "If you would like to meet with my association during your stay, though, I would be honored if you send for me to arrange it."
"I vill keep vhat in mind. I do not know if I vill haff vime, vhough," Felstaad-Traum admits with a smile and a bow. "It vas a pleasure to haff met you, vhough. Vank voy for a lovely dance."
Columbia bows with her arms out.. a Naga curtsey.. and brings her fan back up. "And thank you for taking the time to talk to me, who must seem so strange to you."
"Not at all. Vou are quite charming," Felstaad-Traum says as he steps back. "Perhaps ve vill meet again."
"May the Kindly Ones find favor with you," Columbia says, and bows again before slithering off.
Felstaad-Traum draws back and finds the Cenestas. With another bow, he tells them, "I am afraid I shall vithdraw vo my room. The days events have vorn me down and I am in need of rest," he apologizes. "I vope vou can forgive me."
"Rest well," Lord Cenesta says. "And please join us for breakfast tomorrow?"
"I shall try," Felstaad-Traum agrees. Another bow and then he slips away. Memory is still fresh, so he manages to quickly retreat through the building to his room.
There are few other polite good-nights along the way, including a few wandering servants (who were fortuitously absent during the previous journey). Soon enough the disguised Alptraum is back in the guest room, which doesn't show any signs of the previous visit or activities.
Felstaad-Traum closes the door, then locks it. "Whew, that went better than expected," he mutters to himself as he starts the arduous process of undressing. Chronotopians and their complex clothing! And his excuse for leaving was fairly honest as it turns out, he feels tired now. Busy day. That bed is looking very comfortable now and his eyes are drooping. "Just a few more hours, I can keep the act up," he mutters to himself...