Nikose gave a quiet shrug. "I can't use Magic." And begins searching around, hoping that some benevolent power might have allowed his satchel to remain unscathed, which contained a change of clothes. The only thing Nikose was wearing seemed to be a small silver bracelet now.

MT yawned. "Neither can I, and I still managed to poof myself a skirt." She punctuated this by stretching, then fanning herself a little. "Dang, this armor's hot..."

"Then change it to something less hot, we're not in any immediate danger," Fenris[feminine suffix] said. "Why complain about uncomfortable clothes when you can change into something more comfortable at the drop of a hat?"

"PMS and back-pain already? Dudes, you're like the quickest chicks to develop that ever." Phil, having changed very little, was more miffed at losing her arm hair than anything. "I like my arm hair. It's been with me forevarz."

MT was asking Phil to help with Nikose's nakedness problem. "You know what, no. You guys don't do it right. I'm not making myself any less special by teaching another guy to dramatically transform like the sentai of old, only to have him use it to add belt-loops to his pants. So nyeh."

Phil got ready to sit and pout until they moved on, but remembered something she had to do. "Nik-nik, what the heck?" she asked, waving a finger in the air. "I don't even have my dangle-buddies currently, but I still respect the dignity and, dare I say, sanctity of those organs. What could possibly possess you, a member in good standing of the XY club, to grab another guy's junk? Seriously."

Nik shrugged to Phil. "It felt like a clever idea to control him at the time. Also, I figured getting him under control and forcing him to talk might get us somewhere OTHER than the violence before us."

"Well, rational arguments are all well and good, but still... balls, man, with your hands. That just ain't right."

Phil relented. "Anyway, if we can't change back, let's roll Mauve up in a rug or something and get going. We don't want to be around when he wakes up." Phil jerked her thumb toward the prone bull. "We'll all just have to get used to using feminine pronouns."

"Well excuuuuuuse me, Princess," MT puffed, unequipping her armor for the time being.

"I'll carry Mauve if we don't wanna revive her yet, but either way, we really do need to get moving."

Nik, having found his satchel and thanking the gods that it was unharmed, dug out a fresh change of clothes- Dark blue shades of the outfit he had been wearing, tripped in Pearl lace. it even came with a new, Dark blue hat. Nikose took his bracelet off, which turned into a silver feather, and he stuck it into his hat gently, and placed it upon his head before dressing himself. He then turned, happily in his clothes again.

"Much better!" He declared, then walked over and knelt down before Mauve. "I can't heal her, but i'll carry her and protect her from anything that comes her way," Nikose said, sounding serious for the first time since he'd arrived.

"Serves her right," Arhra muttered, seeing Mauve collapse. Her gaze roved around, watching the NPFers pick themselves up. Gina and Flare were making the rounds with healing magic, Philla was mourning the turducken, Fenriet was discovering the mystical staff wasn't working and hammering lady hawks while Mammothia experimented with various potions.

"What stairs?!" Arhra roared unexpectedly at Gina, the nymph flinching and jumping back.

One of the larger piles of rubble next to her shifted a little. "Little help?" Hydra's voice came feebly from beneath it.

"How do I know this isn't some sort of trick?" Arhra demanded.

There was a short pause form the rubble pile, "... um... you're Arhra?" Hydra said tiredly, knowing this could go on for some time.

"Good point!" Arhra declared, bending over and, with an effort, pulling out a small, but strategically placed rock that was firmly wedged into the pile. Hydra had found the right answer. She burst out suddenly, erect and arms outstretched, sending rocks rolling away. Arhra's sense of the dramatic had begun to rub off on her.

Looking up at the very tall snake-girl thoughtfully, Arhra said, "How come you didn't use your largeness to break out on your own?"

"I don't have your freakish strength." Hydra hissed snippily.

Dropping the matter, Arhra decided to weigh in on the popular subject of gender bending, though she was miffed that Phil had beaten her to the point, "Yeah, you girl-dudes always complain! It's always blah blah blah blah, I bleed! Blah blah blah blah, back pain! Blah, blah, blah JUGS!"

She walked between Fenria and Mammie, draping her arms around their shoulders casually, "I mean, my problems kick your problems' asses. I'm suffering a terrible, recurring headache from one of the worst cases of split personalities that can possibly exist and I'm here doing the equivalent of herding cats in order to help do something that's technically impossible!"

"Saving the universe is impossible?" Hydra chimed in.

"What?" Arhra paused for a moment in puzzlement then burst out, "Haven't you been paying attention to anything I've been saying!" She took a deep breath, expression turning more relaxed.

"Anyway, Fen-Fen, Tankie," she said, looking left and then right into both of their faces, excluding Hawkina on the basis she couldn't tell the difference and Philissa because she busy telling Nikose off, "You need to relax," Arhra pulled them in a little, almost a hug, "Just enjoy the moment while it lasts."

A hammer did... something and then the universe returned to normal. Hawk ignored it once again.

He was about to reply to Fenny but about eleven people beat him to the post button and the thread of the conversation was lost.

Then some more shenanigans happened, involving an irate Arhra stroking her ego, and a pussy weak Hydra.

The numerous stinging stab wound pains in Hawks back from the ice shards came back and she zoned out. The next thing Hawk heard was Arhra talking;

"You need to relax, Just enjoy the moment while it lasts."




"I think I want to die."