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Roleplayed by TheLupineOne and EddieHaskell
Edited by TheLupineOne with assistance from EddieHaskell

Danny and Reed. Two longtime friends from their formative years, but beyond that, they hardly saw each other as employment took them their seperate ways. Sure, they communicated via digital machines, but they never got the chance to spend a good long amount of time together like they used to... until a few days ago, where the duo organised an excursion around the north of the country. Taking the train from town to town, seeing the sights and experiencing the surprises on offer. It wasn't that planned-out, aside from the route they took, and they took the attractions in their stride.

"This is pretty exciting! Just going to new museums you stumble upon on your travels..." exclaimed an excited Danny, approaching a museum that was, by the looks of the queue to enter, somewhat popular.

"Well, when you're older at least. I figure 15 years ago I'd be complaining to go home. Now, on the other hand..." replied a nostalgic Reed. Danny tilted his head up as the two entered the queue, reading the signage.

"The Musuem of Mechanical Engineering... sounds pretty grand!"

"I think that'll be better than seeing a bunch of paintings too! I Love seeing stuff like old cars."

"Heh, I like heavy machinery and steam engines." It seemed like Danny and Reed had struck gold when it came to tourism. Reed's excitement at this lucky find was palpable.

"This should turn out very interesting. Who knows, maybe they'll have something we haven't even thought of. Like some sort of prototype flying machine or subway from the 1800s."

"They sound rather fantastical ideas, Reed", replied Danny, although he held some hope that something unusual and awe-inspiring might be held inside. They paid their entrance fees, claimed their tickets, and stepped inside.

"Well... here we are, then!" announced a pleased Danny, observing a grand mechanical computer, the centrepiece of the museum, the first grand sight for all visitors to see.

"Whoa! I bet that could process SOOOOO many kilobytes of data per day!" Reed snickered at his own terrible joke; Danny just rolled his eyes.

"Yes, things have moved on, but it's good to look back and escape modernity sometimes."

"Oh absolutely. That's actually really cool to see." Reed circled around the ancient computer, observing the intricate machine.

"You see modern things every day. That's why I'm more interested in more historical exhibits." Danny pulled out a pamphlet from a shelf affixed to a wall, while Reed moved on to inspect a translucent case, weighing up a few of the odd trinkets and handheld devices on display and expressing his interest.

"You like these? There should be more of this deeper in the museum." Danny sidled up alongside Reed, taking a look for himself.

"You have a map... which way do you think we should go?"

"Hmm... How about 'Wonders of the Steam Age'? Right turn then left."

"That should be good.  That tech always was pretty innovative... and inspiring!" They set off, Danny glancing to the map occasionally but more focused on the exhibits, in these halls of ancient, fascinating mechanics, the reflections of light off the brass illuminating the museum. It was incredible how things that were both intricate and immemorial still held up now. One of the major exhibits in this area displayed the innards of steam trains dissected, demonstrating the powers of coal fired technology.

"How did they even manage to power all this with water and steam? That's just crazy...", wondered an awed Reed. Deeper into the museum they pressed, into the quiet recesses at the back of the building. Small wonder that this area was absent: the large case for major display in this room was empty, seemingly reserved for an upcoming exhibition.

"Hmm? What's supposed to go here?" asked Reed, giving the empty stand a measured look.

"Seems they're trying to acquire some new exhibit from afar", said Danny, finding a laminated piece of card stuck to a small plinth next to the display. "'The Shepherd Republic'? Where's that?"

"Ireland maybe? They still do plenty of sheep herding there, right?" wondered Reed, as Danny continued to circle the area. The room didn't have that many sights to see in all. There was still plenty of spare space for exhibits. Maybe this was a special exhibition room that was still being set up? Were they even supposed to be here? Danny did, however, find one intriguing artefact in the room, hiding behind a corner. Reed turned his head around, in response to his friend's intrigued response.

"What is it?"

"Come over and take a look!" Danny beckoned Reed over, to view...

"Uhhh? A steam-era veding machine?"

Danny hummed. There was a slot in the machine, labelled "250 Ring". Ring? What could that mean? Maybe it was the make or model of the machine. Danny put his hand in his pocket, pulled out a pound coin, and contemplated inserting it.

"Seems like this could benefit the museum, if it's set up to accept modern coins."

"Oh yeah? So you don't have to spend £4 for water at their gift store?" Reed guffawed, on a roll with his little jokes, but it fell flat on Danny, who was more concerned that there weren't any evident options for selecting something for the machine to dispense. The best bet was to just insert the coin and see what came out. Through the slot went the coin, rattle-rattle-rattle went the machine, and clunk went the sound of something being deposited into a tray at the bottom of the machine. Danny reached in, pulling out something red, warm, and glowing. Danny tilted his head in confusion. "What's this?"

"Hey, that doesn't look like a can of cola... is that even a can?" Reed watched his friend inspect the object carefully, seeking out any clues to its identity, reading some text embossed on the side. "What does it say?"

"It says... 'Attack +5'?"

"Pardon? That sounds like something that would come from a video game RPG rather than a steam era machine. Why would a vending machine serve warm stuff, anyway?"

"It's possibly a trinket, but it doesn't really fit the steam scene. I guess you could try putting it on a string and wearing it as a pendant..."

"Heh, I wouldn't mind taking it and putting it with all my other game stuff at home later."

Their conversation was cut however, as the object's glow intensified with a pulse, and Danny let out a shocked exclaimation as it warmed up in his hands... towards an unbearable heat! He tossed it between his hands, shouting "Hot! Hot!".

"Yikes! What's happening with that thing? It's, like, red hot!", cried Reed, looking for a fire extinguisher. With an errant toss, Danny threw it into his chest, but instead of leaving a burn, it just stuck there... Reed's eyes widened in panic, and demanded his friend tell him if he was feeling okay.

"Hurf... I think not..." Danny felt a heavy feeling on his chest... the trinket was slowly sinking into his body!

"Ack!", screamed Reed. "Here... lemme just..." Reed tried pulling at the trinket, but reeled back and cursed as his fingers were scalded by the still hot object as it dug into Danny's chest, leaving a tunnel lined with... not flesh, but glowing wires and metal. Reed yelped at the sight, while Danny emitted heavy breaths, gasping as the hot pain buried to his centre.

"Oh God... Danny? Are you okay? Hang in there, mate", dithered Reed. Danny clutched his chest, still painful inside, as the hole burned into it sealed up, again, not with flesh, but with red painted metal. Reed could only express shock and panic. "What in the Hell?", shouted the troubled tourist, as his exhausted friend began shortening, his body seeming to swell as well.

"Gyah! Dan! What's happening?!" Reed poked at the metal piece in the place where the trinket made contact, looking for some opening to try and get it out of Danny. A dull clink reverberated through his body. Within, the device seemed to be converting the surrounding organs into metal and technology, evidence of the changes visible from outside. Reed gasped at the sight. "Dan? Dan! Oh, Dan! What's happening to you?! Respond!" Danny tried to, yet the metallic conversion seemed to block his ability to speak. The rate of his shortening and swelling started to speed up, and all Reed could do was curse and fearfully retreat slowly.

The clothes Danny was wearing began to tear away, revealling that the red metal that formed on his chest had grown into a large panel, around which the metal conversion was spreading even further. As much as he was changing on the outside, he was changing even more within, where the trinket was now encased inside a large rumbling box, embossed with the words "Custom Panel". Reed shook, unable to explain the sight of his friend's plight, as he grew rounder and firmer, mechanics spreading inside, metal spreading outside, coating around the body... could... could he be becoming a MECH?!

Danny crouched his legs, weighed down by the mechanical body, some things starting to emerge from his back. Unable to respond to his friend's anguish, he just panted, a harsh, cold, inhuman pant. Reed cautiously approached his still mechanizing friend, questioning this latest growth. "I... don't even... what?" Bulbous, metalised, red and white-bodied, Danny wheezed as his neck swelled, two exhaust pipes emerging from his lower back. It looked to Reed like his fate was sealed... "Oh-- Oh... Are you still with me Dan?! Can you hear me?" This time, he didn't even respond, not even a breath; he just hunched forward as a seat started to emerge from his back. Reed backed in surprise at this latest emergence. "Wait... someone's supposed to sit there?" Gold plating appeared around the mech's "neck", and a handle for the pilot formed at the upper back. It was getting so hard for the still-fleshy legs to support such weight, and, against his better judgement, Reed hoped that those would mechanise next, or else they would be shattered. He couldn't bear to see his friend suffer such a gory fate.

Finally, Danny's torso, legs and forearms started to firm up. Reed showed relief, but also remained worried about the outcome. A tailfin emerged from the solid metal torso, and his arms stretched out, the transformation gradually spreading down from his shoulders. Longer, wider, flatter, stretching, curving, stiffening. Reed's worry became horror as he contemplated what little humanity remained in his friend, and the expression on the machine's still-human face, seeming to shift towards neutrality. He observed the arms, joined to his thick neck, where exposed gears and machinery were visible, allowing him to see the transformation spread upwards. The stretching arms seemed to break into segments, gaining some articulation.

"Oh, ouch... that has to hurt... Dan... you'd better be okay..."

Dan's head slowly reshaped, as his arms, clad in red metal, seperated into jointed segments, connected by complex brass joints. Even more machinery could be seen, as fins slid out from each arm segment. His legs reshaped too, becoming short, thick, rigid, jointed at the knees. Reed found himself drawn to the mech for some reason now... though, this was his friend, still. He reached out and put his hand on the side of his solid chest plate, murmuring "There's gotta be some way to reverse this..." The former man's hands swelled, all angular, mechanical, jointed. His shoes became metal and grew anuglar too. Lacking any feeling or emotion, his face grew a metallic, somewhat draconic snout. No part of this mechanical being resembled Reed's friend anymore...

Reed could hear the gears cranking and machinery creaking inside his friend's new form, feeling that Danny's changes were nearing their end. Two hornlike fins slid from the back of the mech's head. Lights shone and dimmed repeatedly. Then... it started to move, joint by joint. Reed backed away suddenly as it judded to life, exclaiming "It's moving?!" The robot started to rumble, booting up. It lurched on all fours,  its arms and legs whirring as it rushed to the empty display case, leaped and smashed into it, and took its place there. Reed just blinked and stared in silence, only the thrum of distant machinery audible.

"I... w... what just... I... uhhh?" He noticed that the note affixed to the display, apologising for the absence of any exhibit, had been torn up by the shards of broken case.

"I... is that... supposed to be the new display?" Reed scraped away the shreds of card, and read the text on the once-obscured panel. "DAHAK-AZI03. Robo used in the Shepherd Republic. Recently recovered and restored by the museum... woah... this can't be possible..." The robo moved an arm, flexing its jointed hand, waving its finger... trying to beckon Reed? He waved hesitantly, as the robo repeated its arm movements.

"Okay, Danny, we're going home. You'd better not stay here." Reed leapt onto the stand and tried to push at his friend, trying to get him to move off the plinth, but it was just too heavy to even budge. He snarled through gritted teeth as his feet slid on the stand's surface, the robo's head twisting round to observe the man pushing at its rear.

"Hellooooo! Home! We gotta go home! You listening Dan? You're not supposed to be here! Or... a robot!"

No response. This robot was... in its place in the museum, and it seemed that had no intention of leaving it.

"Hey? Hey? Uhhh... Dahak! You hear me?" The robot responded to this, though, and started the beckoning movement again. "What do you want me to do?", asked Reed, looking up at the seat built into the mech's back. "You want me to... pilot you?" It seemed that was the case, as... DAHAK... nodded slowly. Reed nodded back with resignation, and tried climbing up one of its mechanical arms, wondering just what act his friend was pulling. He peered into the cockpit... it seemed to be roomy enough for him, but inside, there was a glint within that caught his eye.

"Huh? What's that?" Reed clambered over and tumbled inside, falling to the floor and getting a good view at what was stowed in the cockpit.

"Hello, how did this get here...?"

It was a long sword, red in the centre, thickly edged in silver. Despite its size, it still seemed managable in one hand. Reed pushed himself to his feet and pulled the sword off the floor, holding it upwards, albeit slightly awkwardly. It was very well polished, reflecting the illuminations of the musuem lighting. No wonder its glimmer was clear within the depths of the cockpit.

"Wow...that is a very well constructed sw... hang on, is that a revolver?"

The distraction of seeing what looked like a brassy gun inside the cockpit caused Reed to drop the sword with a clatter, the noise of the durable blade bringing him to senses.

"Gyah! What is going on? What am I even doing here?! I'm out! We're out!" He tried to leave the cockpit but DAHAK moved its arms in panic, shaking about, not wanting its pilot to leave just yet. The sudden movement forced Reed back into his seat with a grunt, and flipped the revolver and sword up into the air. "Gah! Hey! Watch it! That's an actual sword, Dan!" Reed gripped the hilt of the sword to stop it from clanging about the cockpit, but this time, the feeling of touch felt a little different, as if the sword was a bit more distant from the skin of his hands.

"H... uhhh?" Reed slowly pulled the blade closer, viewing the hand holding the hilt. Curiously, it was cloaked in brown leather... a leather glove.

"Huh? Whose hand is thi..." He willed himself to flex his fingers, and those in the glove followed suit. Reed gulped; no wonder the feeling of the hilt was a bit fuzzy. In fact, it felt quite comfortable flexing those fingers in the gloves... suddenly he realised that both his hands had instantly became gloved!

"Wait... where did I get... oh no... changing? I'm not going to turn into a robot too am I?!" Reed dropped the sword and tried to bolt again, but was interrupted by a sensation within him. A change, yes, though it was not a stiffening... but possibly an increase in nimbleness? He groaned as he felt under his shirt, crying "Not me too... not me too!" It may or may not have been the gloves but the feeling was different... softer. With sickened curiosity, Reed pulled off one of his gloves, to reveal...

A paw. A canine paw, pads and all, coated in ginger fur that had overcame his skin and was making its way up his arm; and his other arm was affected too: fur had already peeked out from past the glove on his other hand. Through the shock of that sight, Reed fell back into the cockpit's seat once more, head reeling, body shivering, and clothes quivering... quivering, and shifting. Every fibre of his red shirt and blue jeans was shifting, spreading, reforming into something else. Reed shook as he felt the clothing's confusing conversion, and turned his head as a thick, but ragged, red cape flop onto his back.

"Okay, that's... actually kind of neat", said Reed, shakily, acknowledging the cape, connected to some short shirt-like garment edged with plush white fluff, covering a long sleeved top in various tones of blue. "B-but what's happened to all of my clothes!?" They were completely unrecognisable, save for the red and blue colours that remained, but they were set to be joined by more. Reed felt a heaviness on his chest, as a round emerald plate surrounded by gold formed on the front of the red garment. His shifting trousers altered at a rear, a hole forming, and a ginger tail emerging from it.

"Erk? A tail?! What?" Reed felt the wrenching of the tail's growth, and flicked it this way and that in panic. An odd pulling feeling in his lower legs alerted Reed to look down, and he gazed at his legs shifting into a digitigrade, canid stance, exposed due to his trousers shortening and altering. The changing chap winced at the tightness of his feet in his shoes, though they soon started to reform to better fit his new paws. His new shorts were getting sort of baggy. He scratched his neck as the fur fluffed out of his clothing and up to his head, causing Reed to feel a cross between irritation and ticklishness, and emotions between fear and fascination. The shoes had become boots that enveloped more of his legs, feeling really firm and solid; his paws could sense leather and metal. Suddenly, he realised he was still holding the sword, but couldn't bring himself to let it go. Was this like that trinket Danny had? Was this doing this to him?

The transformation had no let up. Giant iron screw heads formed on the boots below Reed's knees, tightening and sealing his paws within them, the brass guards upon his toes safely protecting them. The fur continued to rise, his mouth and nose stretching out a bit as they too were consumed by ginger. Reed grunted and panted, feeling his face with an ungloved paw, seeing the muzzle between his eyes, and tapping at his boots, wondering if there was no way to remove them now. He felt his teeth sharpen in his wide muzzle, as the fur still continued to spread. His ears twitched, moving upwards through his hair, getting pointier and furrier, more perceptive to the sounds of machinery, growing in volume, and, curiously, familiarity...

"Huh?... A... a dog? Am I a dog?" Something in his mind told him he was half right... and half wrong... wait... what... what was a... dog... anyway? Reed blinked at those muddled thoughts. "What kind of... dog?" Dog... why did that word confuse him now? What was he? A multitude of fuzzy feelings layered up inside, and on top of, his head, his hair growing brown and scruffy, topped by a comfortable flapped red hat, with special covered holes for his ears. There were even some brass flight goggles too, perched on top above the hair that had grew from beneath the cap's edge. Reed grew even more confused by the second, absentmindedly adjusting his goggles as if he was preparing for action.

"Erf... ma tête..." Reed's words shifted from English to French, although the term 'French' had no bearing to him... it felt... natural to him... "Huh? Where am I?" He shook his head, feeling groggy, his vision blurring, losing sight of his surroundings as they changed around him. The robot's plinth sank into the floor as the carpet hardened to metal, the very shape and purpose of the room chaging, no longer an exhibit room in a museum, but a docking room in an airship...

"Red! DAHAK! You've returned!", said a cute sounding voice, though it seemed rather distant. The ginger dog, or rather, caninu, stumbled, taking a look down from his mech.

"Who's there?"

A pink caninu, of a different subspecies to the one in the mech, entered the room, offering a cheery "Heya Red!" Reed, or as he was now, Red, seemed to feel very happy at the sight of her, and waved with a grin, starting to perk up. He... he knew who she was!

"Chocolat! Good to see you again!"

"And you, Red!"

Red, now full of life, hopped off DAHAK and met with her face to face, paws on his hips. "So what have you been doing while I was in town?"

"Just doing checks on the Asmodeus, routine stuff... our home must be ship shape, brother!"

Red put a brotherly hand on her head; they may not be blood related but that didn't matter to him. "Good work, sis!"

Chocolat blushed happily. "As always, Red."

"I'm gonna go park Dahak in here, and then... how about some dinner? I'm starving!"

"Sure thing!", replied Chocolat perkily. "Although I'm sure that you get enough sustenance from chewing that bone all the time." She gave a youthful giggle, as Red sunk his head, displaying an expression of certain embarassment.

"H-hey, it's not as if its any kind of food..."

"Oh, Red..."

Fresh from another day doing jobs from the hunters' guild, Red Savarin commanded his mech to stroll back to its dock. It was hard work, but it paid well, and to be able to spend time with his sister was just as great a reward. How he relished life!
The Musuem of Mechanical Engineering [Lui collab]
Words by me and Lui, copyedited by me with assistance by Lui.

Another writeup of an RP with Luigio: this time we decided that I ought to invoke a Solatorobo themed TF... or two. I never did truly finish that game...

Characters (c) CyberConnect2
Roleplayed by TheLupineOne and EddieHaskell
Edited by TheLupineOne

Ever since Ralf acquired that enchanted collar, with its mysterious transformative powers, the wolf had started making friends with others with an interest in the field of transformation; those who studied the mysteries of metamorphosis, and those who just enjoyed the great range of adventures and experiences that transformation could provide. As his circle of friends expanded, so too did the range of powers exhibited by the collar. At first, the wearer could only be subject to basic species swap, but it wasn't long until new abilities were revealed: changes in bodily composition, gender, the clothes being worn. Thanks to a friendly coyote alchemist named Xilats, an new aspect was added to the collar in the form of a herbal paste that allowed for mental transformations. However, this was not to be the end of the collar's evolution...

The latest contact that Ralf had made was a husky who went by the name of "Luigio". In corrospondence, Luigio, or "Lui" as he liked being called, claimed to be a druid, a wielder of magic. At first Ralf was slightly doubtful, but when the day came when Lui arrived at Ralf's home for a visit, he was assured that Lui told the truth; from his majestic purple cape to the aura surrounding his paws, Ralf knew that Lui was not a liar. The two canines happily greeted each other, and shared some iced tea while conversing about their experiences with transformation. It seemed that Lui did indeed have transformative magic within his arsenal, though it had a tendency to rebound against him. When the conversation moved on to the collar that Ralf wore, Lui was certainly curious, and eager to try operating it. Its magic sounded a lot more reliable than his own.

"So, you just think of whatever form you'd like me to be, envision it in your head, the clearer the better", explained Ralf. "Keep thinking hard, rub the collar to take control of it, and snap your fingers..." The husky opposite rubbed his chin, pondering... what to do? Turtle? Maybe a lion? Building the idea in his head, he rubbed the collar, and, sure his concept was constructed, snapped his fingers. Immediately, the collar tightened around Ralf's neck.

"Eep!", exclaimed Ralf, causing Lui to worry with a look of concern. "Don't worry, it happens."

"That doesn't hurt, does it?"

"No, it's padded. That padding is where the mental modification herbs are; the lining is doused in a herbal paste. Inhaling it causes a mental transformation."

"That's pretty neat!", replied the husky, grinning. He could have some fun with that aspect... not just visualising a form for Ralf, but a mindset too. "Yes... I see... I had seen in my head, a powerful lion king.  Tall and armored in crimson and gold plate.  A powerful warrior and a stern ruler....a bit of vanity as well..." As Lui explained the formed he desired, Ralf started to grow, unnoticed by the husky, engrossed in focusing on the idea in his mind. The growing wolf nodded his head slowly.

"Sounds fun, Lui", he said in a slightly deeper voice, his body starting to thicken up. Lui finally took notice, hearing the voice and "meep"ing at the sight of his expanding friend.

"Hehe, oh wow. Yeah... I admit... this lion... he tends to find ways to increase his armies and his subjects."

"Grrrrm?" The wolf let out a slightly more feline growl than he was used to, as his fur started turning tan, his trousers straining and tearing.

"Y-yeah. He instills loyalty in his people. He's got hidden powers to change them. By a mere touch he infuses his magic into others to turn them into whatever he wants. It's kind of like your collar." The husky giggled, as the wolf gave a confused "Hrrrr", growing a proud mane. The concept of wearing a collar seemed a little alien to him all of a sudden. He continued to expand, feeling heavier yet not minding it.

"Eight feet, 500 pounds, mostly muscle... eep!" Lui stepped back from the giant hybrid that was overshadowing him, hearing him emit confused growls, unable to think as his mind shifted. He watched as heavy ornate plate armor of crimson and gold covered the thickening body, and a large ornate 2-handed sword sheathed itself on the back of the rather intimidating, yet heroic, lion.

"...and his name was Lord Tigran", said a voice that sounded a bit distant but getting closer.

"Hrrr... Grrrrm? Were you singing a song about me?" asked the lion, blinking his eyes, eyeing the husky in front of him.

"I-I uhh... well I'm no bard sir. We were just talking about the finer things?", said the husky, nervoursly rubbing his neck, staring back at the lion that once stood in Ralf's place.

"Finer things?", asked the lion now known as Tigran, curious about the new arrival in his kingdom.

"Yes, your strength, your ability to lead others, your impressive kingdom and...well plenty of monuments and songs in your honor." Hmm... maybe this husky, this dog visiting his feline kingdom, may have been bluffing. Either way, Tigran was pleased to be flattered, and grinned and laughed. Yes, this kingdom he ruled over was impressive, the kingdom coming into view, the room that some wolf whom Tigran had no knowledge of called home shifting away to a more regal setting.

"So, what are you doing in my palace anyway?", inquired Tigran, viewing the mysterious visitor.

"O-oh! Umm..I was just visiting? Seeing the king and his land and all?" The husky was starting to panic a bit, seeing the felines mill about the palace, the sole dog in this kingdom. Tigran just blushed, flattered as always when a visitor came from afar to visit his domain. He himself had welcomed many travellers from all over, and had done so with pride. "You've made quite the name for yourself, Lord Tigran." Yes, he had to agree.

"Why thank you, er..."

"Oh! The name is Luigio. My friends call me Lui for short" Lui? What sort of name was that?

"Lui? I can't say this is a name from nearby. Just how far did you travel, Lui?", asked Tigran inquisitively.

"I have traveled many miles, sir. I am merely a traveller of the lands from the western kingdoms. Word of your vast lands and powers have reached my ears, even more often the closer I came to your palace. I heard those who you have waged war with have quickly absorbed into your realm, often in a matter of weeks."

Tigran nodded; yes, those stories were true. He smiled; it was good to hear how much his influence and power had spread, the knowledge of his supremacy.

"Well... It's very nice of you to come. But... I hunger for a battle."

Lui grinned. "That holds true to the stories I've heard. Indeed, it's no wonder how you succeed in battle with such a hunger."

Tigran sensed something about Lui as he stared at the husky. "You seem strong... Just not the strength my Kingdom is used to. Would you pleasure me in a friendly fight?", asked the lord politely. Lui stepped back in surprise, "M-me?  Oh uhh...are you certain?  I'm no warrior or blademaster..."

"Sometimes, I hear vague rumours about the magic of the far lands. You seem knowledgeable in that field. Your clothing, your aura... can you show me what you are capable of?"

Lui nodded. "I won't lie... I've studied in a few fields of magic.  It's favored over melee combat in my realm. In fact it is a wonder to see such lands without magic. It would be very interesting to see your style of combat. And, if you truly wish to spar, then who am I to refuse an order of a king?"

Tigran nodded once, briskly. "Then, it is settled. A duel, one against one. Do you wish to duel here, or elsewhere in my palace?"

Lui scanned his surroundings, the glimmering statues and shining jewelled decorations. "The throne room seems a bit fragile. Do you care if we took the fight outside?" Tigran nodded once more, concurring, and beckoned Lui to follow him. The husky stepped forward gingerly, making sure not to do anything to upset the massive lord. His palace certainly was large and impressive. He saw bright stone walls with gold decor and many instances of the kingdom's seal throughout the rooms and halls. Tigran pushed open great oaken doors with just his brute force, leading his guest to a large outdoor courtyard.

"This shall be our arena. Take your place, Lui." The husky responded to the lord's command, hurrying to a corner of the courtyard, eyeing the large blade on the lion's back. He twirled his staff, steadying himself, readying for battle.

"Bring me all you've got..."

Lui's paw glowed with a red light, and with a thrust of his palm a swift ball of fire erupted from it, channeled by his staff. Tigran rapidly unsheathed his gigantic sword and thrust it into the ground in front of him, completely blocking the conflagration. Surprised at such a rapid block, Lui cast a spell to bring roots from the stone underneath, twisting their way around the blade in an attempt to trap it. But with his immense strength, Tigran freed the sword from its bounds and hacked away at the roots.

"You are skilled, Lui." The husky was in shock, taken aback.

"I-impossible! My roots should have kept that sword immobile! No one has ever been able to break those free."

"You underestimated my strength? Surely you should know the power I hold within me."

"I..I had heard only tales. I have never witnessed such strength before!"

"I promise you, even the strongest attack you can muster will be pitiful against me."

"Perhaps though... even that can be countered..." said the husky under his breath, scheming to overcome this titan.

"Just try", said Tigran with a mild laugh.

The devious druid raised his fist in the air, channeling an unknown power. Tigran suddenly felt odd, simultaneously feeling as if something had been taken from him and given to him. A fiery heat empowered his body... suddenly, the husky charged forward with his staff, grasping it as if it were a sword. Tigran swung his blade at the staff, wishing to cleave it... but the staff held strong, despite being made of a much weaker material. Taking advantage of Tigran's confusion, Lui kicked him in the abdomen, causing him to stumble back. The husky then made a leap upwards, staff in both hands, attempting to strike overhead.

"No... no!" Tigran thrust upwards, the intense fiery energy felt before manifesting as his sword burst into flames to augment the attack.  The blade thrust through the robes and through the husky as well, abruptly ending his attack.  The staff dropped from his hands as he slumped in defeat, barely clinging to consciousness.

"I... submit..."

Tigran mocked his fallen opponent. "Has the fire within melted your spirit? Hahaha..."

"Urgh... it was a risky spell... but I had attempted to counter your strength by borrowing it..." explained Lui. "...but in order to take a power of yours, I was forced to give you a power of mine...which was my fire"

"Well, you can't take something without paying the cost." Tigran smirked as Lui gripped the bloody wound in his stomach. A green glow shone from his hand as he attempted to heal the wound.

"Symbiosis..." Lui coughed. "As I had said...a risky move. To swap an ability with friend or foe. You claimed my attacks could be countered.  So I had thought to take one of yours. Guess even that wasn't enough."

"I have boundless strength. You could never take it and make a difference." Lui coughed up a bit on the ground as Tigran boasted, blood dripping through his hand as he continued to heal himself.

"Hmm... I may call for one of the kingdom's medics... unless you are confident you can heal yourself." At this point, Lui couldn't help but start to smile.

"Then... the stories of your strength were true. I'm honored... my healing powers should be en...ough...." The gash sealed, but drained of strength, he collapsed to the ground, still wearing that smile. Tigran picked up the injured husky.

"I'm glad you are." The lord lifted the unconcious druid, taking him to the palace guestrooms. He looked like he'll make it, though it'd be a bit before his full recoverery. As he dropped the husky onto a bed, a lioness nurse approached Tigran, showing concern at the bloodied body.

"Is someone injured, m'lord? What has happened to him?"

"He dared to battle me. He was foolhardy."

"Goodness, foolhardy indeed! None can best you, m'lord! But what shall we do with him in the meantime, sir?"

"Let him rest. I have plans for him..." Tigran sat down, starting to contemplate, recalling the battle... thinking of the exhilaration Lui felt when commanding his fire.

"As you wish, m'lord. I'll bandage him up then" said the bowing nurse.

"No, there's no need. He can heal innately."

"I-if you say so, m'lord", said the nurse with a tinge of curiosity, bowing and departing. Tigran kept watching the husky heal in his slumber, thinking... what to do... what to do... Lui snoozed on the bed, breathing a bit raggedly, but the would looking better already. The green glow he held seemed to be healing his wounds slowly over time. Imprssive magic indeed. He would awaken some hours later, groaning and clutching his stomach.

"Urk... grah... yowch! Ugh...that doesn't feel good..nope not at all" said the stirring husky through gritted teeth.

"Ah, hello... And congratulations", greeted Tigran. Lui turned his head around stiffly to face him.

"H-huh? Congratulations? For wh-yowch...-for what?"

"Well... You may have been beaten but your magic impressed me so much. Of course, it was only when it was combined with my strength when it truly was strong."

"I'm... not sure if you're praising me or if that was mocking my magic."

"My friend... What would you say to an alliance between our kingdoms?"

"An alliance?" said Lui, taken aback, eyes wide. "You must be mistaken, lord. I'm no ambassador to my lands."

"Just think. You've felt it... you've seen what happens when might and magic combine."

"Yes, the amount of strength borrowed from you did surprise me. Perhaps an alliance would be beneficial, though forgive me if I seem wary. I've heard of the kingdoms that yours has conquered. Taken by force and war, I hear... though your presence and attitude seems to defy any idea of being a conqueror."

Tigran embraced the husky gently, causing him to go wide eyed again, letting out a surprised noise. "You liked having some of my strength within you, didn't you?"

"Y-yes, I'll admit. It felt empowering to have such power beyond magic..." Lui slumped again... it felt as if his will was slowly being drained from his body.

"How would you like this power instilled within you permanently?" questioned Tigran.

"Permanently...?  How can that be done?" gasped Lui.

"Well... I'm not a warlord. You said so. I'm kind. I share. I don't steal."

"But your people seem devoid of magic How can power be shared? Physical strength like that is individual..."

"Individual, yes, but shared..." said Tigran, with an air of mystery.

"I'm not sure I follow, lord." Tigran stroked the confused husky's head, calming the mind as his black hair started to lengthen and pale.

"All the strength within the kingdom blossoms from me."

"W-within you?"

"As I said, and as you experienced, my strength is infinite and overflowing, and I feel compelled to share it throughout the kingdom."

"I...I'm not sure what to say... how can I get this power?" said Lui, starting to become more convinced to agree in this sharing.

"Just relax... It overflows so much, all that is needed is a royal touch..." At his command, Lui's body loosened. Tigran put a paw over his slackened jaws, the muzzle shortening a little as the lion motioned. "Be calm, friend."

"Yes... friend." Lui closed his glazed eyes, responding to the lord, his head swaying in his rest as his body's form started to shift, the fur's tone moving from grey to tan. With one hand, Tigran continued to pet the head, hair lengthening and flowing, Lui feeling the sensations... he... liked what he could feel. Simultaneously, Tigran released his other paw from Lui's shortened feline muzzle and rubbed at his robes, which flickered and wavered, the bloodied cloth changing, starting to shift to fit the morphing body. Something felt off to the being which was starting to look less and less like a husky. He raised his paws to try and feel his face. "Mmmuhh? What's happening?"

"Just relax. Everything will be fine."

Lui felt his cloak, the purple and grey cloth starting to dye as crimson as the blood. "Everything...will be fine?" said the changing beast in a wavering voice, its pitch increasing. "Uhhh... Something feels different..."

"No... I'm sure that things aren't different" said Tigran gently, relaxing the sleeping beast with soft paws.

"Are you sure...? Maybe you're right..." replied Lui, blinking with bleary eyes as his tail thinned and lengthened, shaking and snaking. A yawn emerged from the feline muzzle, sharper teeth being revealed in Lui's mouth. Parts of his clothing started to harden into glistening garnet plates. "Mmm... I'm starting to feel better..." muttered the changing being, tail flicking, it too changing colour.

"Yes, you've recovered so well." Lui grew more oblivious to his surroundings, relaxing once more. Gold detailing twisted around the cloak and boots, his new clothes starting to bear familiar crests. Tigran continued to caress the lying body, its form continuing to alter at Tigran's touch.

"Such close contact, m'lord..." said Lui weakly, the similarity between his current and former clothing diminishing little by little.

"Sorry, my lady", apologised Tigran politely. Huh? "My... lady"? Those words, those thoughts, echoed in Lui's mind. Why did that sound wrong... yet correct? Tigran stroked the body again, feminine breasts filling into his... her... cloak, which continued to become carmine. Lady... the changed creature shook the unusual question from her head. Of course "my lady" was correct. She blinked her reforming eyes as her formerly leather gauntlets hardened into tough, yet ornate, brass and gold. She could hear a voice... a voice that was becoming more familiar to her recovering mind...

"Zala, how do you feel?"

"I am recovering, Lord Tigran", replied the lioness, feeling the spot where she had been injured. As her vision refocused, she observed her attire... yes... this was definitely how it was when she passed out from injury...

"Good to know. We'll have you fighting fit in no time", said Tigran, nodding gently at what was formerly Lui, but was now a completely different female.

"I can only hope, sire. It pains me to be away from my duty", replied Zala, running a hand through her hair as she gathered her thoughts, finally recovering from that painful injury. Her lord handed her her staff. It was certainly not the staff that Lui used, but yet she welcomed it with familiarity. "Thank you m'lord", said Zala, observing the staff with a pleased look on her face, the sharp ruby at the end glowing.

"It senses your recovering strength", said Tigran sagely. Zala twirled it like she had in a former life that was growing more distant, yet her movements carried a passion known only to lion kind. Knowledge of stances and techniques passed down by feline weapon masters flooded her mind. The ruby glowed ever more brightly. "Do you feel up to some practice sessions to rehabilitate your skills?"

"Yes, sire. If I am to be fit for service to you I must be in top form. I do not wish to disappoint you again, my lord", replied Zala firmly, memories of that injury still fresh in her mind.

"You won't", chuckled Tigran, the lordly lion offering a paw to the lioness. Zala took it with grace and strength, standing to her feet. Her boots clacked against the stone floor, the sensation beneath the strong armoured feet feeling exhilarating. Her full armor made that noise too. Hearing it, she was immediately filled with a sense of honour, duty, and eagerness to battle. She looked to her king and got down on her knee.

"My life for the King!", proclaimed Zala to her lord, who smiled at her new subject. Only he knew that Zala's history was but a fabrication, and that she was completely unaware of that fact.

"Let's go and train, shall we?"

Zala stood tall and punched her chest armor, shouting "Yes Sir!" As the armour clanked and echoed, Zala filled with a desire to train and fight in the name of her king. Tigran beckoned and led the way to the armoury. Every feline they passed greeted Zala, happy to see her again, and so too was Zala pleased to see them, familiar with everyone she met, them just as familiar with her, as if she had been part of the kingdom since she was born. Yes... yes, she was, she had been always. Zala of house Firemane, part of a long line of soldiers serving the kings. Her talents with magic in an otherwise weapons-focused land got her noticed quickly. She and the other subjects of Tigran continued to exchange pleasant greetings, oblivious to the insertion of her history into that of the kingdom's, treating it like something that always had been... but it was true, it was all so true now...

Meanwhile, in the magic lands to the west, the name and identity of a traveling druid named Lui had faded. Instead, tales of the lion kingdom's grand reign echoed through the region. Tigran's power had not just altered the body and identity of the husky, but the history of the kingdom, and the state of affairs within and beyond.

"Zala, your gifts have been of great benefit to us, so we are very pleased you have reawakened", said Tigran, conversing as the duo made their way through the palace's halls.

"I thank you, Lord Tigran, for reawakening me. What would you have me do in your great name?", asked Zala, reacquainting herself with her king.

"We wish to continue to expand our kingdom's influence. Your gifts shall assist us now, as they have always done."

"As you wish, my lord. All shall bow to your grand presence. We will battle, or we shall fall with honor!"

"Although, your skills must be reconditioned and strengthened. Many times has the sun passed during your absence."

With the palm of a paw, Tigran pushed upon a tall wooden door, opening the way to the palace's armoury and training hall. Zala perused the aisles of weaponry and armour, the variety a testament to Tigran's empire. Tigran saw her smile at the sight of the armoury's contents.

"I trust your familiarity with the armoury has not been dented."

"As you said, m'lord, many suns have passed in my time away, yet this place looks and feels the same as ever."

"Of course, as much variety can be found here, nothing compares to your unique staff." Tigran viewed the ruby-tipped staff in Zala's paws, the lioness gripping it as she smiled at her king.

"No offense, m'lord, but magic is far and few between our people." She gestured towards a rack of daggers and swords. "These steel blades serve us well, but I am glad to have this staff."

"Your rare gift has been a boon since the day you joined our Kingdom."

Zala bowed. "Thank you, sir. I am pleased to be ready to serve once more. Where shall I begin?"

"Well... Why not remind us just what can be done with that staff?"

Zala paced towards a large clearing in the armoury, facing a burlap dummy. She channeled her powers in her staff, the ruby on top glowing brightly as a fiery aura surrounded her. With a few swings, fireballs erupted from the tip, several more from her free palm. Torching the target, she then spun the staff above her head, causing a pillar of flame to erupt from the ground underneath the target. With swift speed, she dashed for the target and swung her staff hard, knocking the burlap head of the target clean off. Tigran could only watch in awe, and congratulated Zala as she panted from exertion.

"Your power, strength and suppleness silence me as always."

Zala saluted. "You honor me, m'lord. I feel ready. It was a bit taxing on my body, but I can repeat this against our enemies."

"You still have much warming up to do. Stoke the flames burning within your body!"

"My flames shall burn and the power of nature shall heal our people! I will train again and again until I am needed, Lord Tigran..."

Tigran bowed. "The entire armoury and training hall are free for you to use, Zala."

"Thank you, sir, but if I may ask, the halls seem empty now. Where are our other warriors?", replied Zala, happy but a bit worried.

"Across the lands, they are fighting brave battles. Our Kingdom wishes to expand its reach," explained the lordly lion. "We have warriors, scouts, surveyors..."

"Such a noble cause. Much progress must have been made since I was downed. Is war upon us?"

"When war does come, a large Kingdom will be beneficial. For now, we will remain prepared and vigilant."

Zala smiled, knowing what would happen to kingdoms obtained by Tigran's realm. "I ache to battle once more, my lord.  It has been too long." She gave a salute, knowing that challenging times awaited, and continued to explore the armoury. Meanwhile, Tigran watched, something nagging on his mind. He to recall Zala's past self and the far realm he came from, but the memories of that existence were starting to fade. Where was that place? How far? How prepared would they be? Soon all that remained were merely the mention of lands versed in magic. Whispers and rumors in the wind... to this day, none had visited from that land. All that was known was that Zala commanded magic, something so curious in this Kingdom, and yet she could easily combine it with the strength of the lion she was. She turned, looking curiously at her lord's perplexed face.

"Lord Tigran? Is there something on your mind?"

"No... Nothing. Just... contemplating the next chapter of our kingdom's expansion."

"Is there a target in mind?"

"Possibly. It is... probably going to take a long time to reach it. Its distance from us and the direction we must travel are unknown."

Zala tilted her head. "Hmmm? How do we know this kingdom even exists?"

"Seeing you in action for the first time in a while reminded me about your curious origins. Being the only magic user in our elite forces makes you a very special individual."

"I admit... my origins remain an unusual mystery to me as well. Do you believe there is a land filled with magic like mine?"

"It... is possible. Although for every minute that our scouts operate, the possibility diminishes." Tigran hung his head.

"I would be very curious to see a land where magic is used by all. Forgive me, but it's hard to explain magic to those with... thicker heads."

Tigran patted her back. "Zala, you remain unique. All in this Kingdom are born within our boundaries. Everyone inherits the strength of the lion, yet you alone combine it with magic. How does it feel to be unique? How do your comrades feel?"

Zala bowed her head. "I've seen and felt many things in my time... confusion, awe, jealousy, contempt... my powers have been a boon, but I fear that others are wary of what I am capable of."

"Do not worry. I believe in you. Combine magic with strength, and combine that combination with the force of your allies! Domination will be ours!"

"As you wish, m'lord!" Zala smiled, beaming with a look of determination, inspired by Tigran's words.

"Ah, we must return to training. Do you wish to have a spar with your lord?"

"You honour me, sire. I would gladly spar with the greatest warrior."

The two proceeded to a wide training hall. Tigran unsheathed his sword, and planted it to the floor. Zala took her spot in the room and tapped her staff to the ground, creating a glowing aura around her.


"Let us begin, sire!" Zala gripped her staff and twirled it, firing fireballs from the ruby tip. Tigran swung his giant sword deftly, deflecting the fireballs back at their sender. Thrusting the staff upwards, his opponent threw up a magic barrier, absorbing most of the blast. With quick movements she dashed to a vantage point, illuminated by the sunlight shining through a skylight in the roof. Empowered by the sun, she intensified that sunbeam and sent the solar scorcher shooting at Tigran, who jumped backwards from the massive beam burning down from above.

"I'm sorry. I forget sometimes the extent of your powers."

"I can always hold back my power if you wish, m'lord" replied the lioness with a smirk.

"Never! I wouldn't want you to hold back in a real battle!"

"If you wish..." Zala raised her hand again, as thick roots wrapped around Tigran's boots, the lioness attempting to immobilize him.

"Very good. Weaker foes can never escape a grip that firm", panted Tigran, struggling against the roots, using all his strength to break through their grasp.

"And those who do will find it's too late", said Zala through a grin, readying another firey beam from the sky. But Tigran's eye caught her movements, and the king was able to back away from the beam's strike, avoiding the incandescent attack.

"Ha! You'll have to work harder to outwit me, Zala."

"You'll also have to work harder if you ever wish to approach me to strike with your sword", mocked the warrior.

"Who said I need to strike you with a sword?" Tigran stomped the ground, causing the whole chamber to shake. Zala's laughter came to a halt as she lost her balance, struggling from the shaking, slamming her staff into the ground to regain balance from the quake that had caused a few weapons to fall from their racks and roll into the hall.

"I forgot you held such power!" cried Zala.

"Never underestimate anyone, not at least me!" shouted Tigran, picking up a crossbow and full quiver. Zala responded by taking a few daggers, a sword, and small buckler.

"I did not take you for an archer, sire."

"As I said, it'd be foolish to underestimate your lord."

"How are you with these?" Zala backflipped and tossed the daggers with perfect aim, Tigran catching them by the hilt with one of his great paws.

"I admit, it is a bit unwieldly to hold such small weapons in my big hands. How are you with crossbows?" Tigran threw Zala the bow and bolts, the lioness catching them and holstering the quiver on her back. She was far too used to the near weightless properties of magic fire and nature's power, and the weight of the crossbow and quiver was awkward.  Nonetheless, she readied the bow, recalling her training.

"Focus, and make your move!", commanded Tigran. Zala leaped back and took aim for the chest, letting loose the bolt. It travelled 2 metres before it hit the floor, not even close to making contact with Tigran's armour.

"Pitiful", mocked Tigran, tossing the daggers with great force as Zala fired another bolt in a high arc, with a lot more speed. Watching the arc, Tigran spun out of harm's way, and tumbled to the floor, shaking Zala's footing.

"Oh no...", panicked Zala. "Are you alright, m'lord?"

"Just dizzied.. this is why we never fight alone." Tigran rubbed his head, and picked himself up. "Why don't we call it a day?"

"As you wish, sir." She stowed her staff, and started racking up the scattered weapons. "Thank you for the opportunity to spar."

"You're welcome, and thank you too", said Tigran, sheathing his blade. Once all was arranged as it were, the two felines departed to the palace grounds to take in the sunset. Tigran returned to boasting of his ambitions.

"All the kingdoms of the world under one banner... it's such a wonderful dream. I would follow you to the ends of the earth and back to make it come true, my lord. We all would." Zala smiled at the thought of her perfect king ruling every kingdom... the perfect empire. Tigran lead his warrior back indoors, as guards and servants continued to salute them.

"Do you want to rest? Or eat dinner? We can prepare a special feast to honour your return", asked Tigran.

"After my first training in a while, I would rather rest", replied Zala. Tigran concurred, and decided to rest too. They ascended a staircase, all the way to the highest floors of the palace. Tigran headed to his grand bedroom at the pinnacle of the palace, as the lioness entered her own, one floor below. That floor was home to the elites. When the sun rose, thar floor was a bit smaller, but no one could recall any changes in size, or any new bedrooms just appearing. It was as if Zala's room has always been there... and in this rewritten history, it had. She disrobed and gathered her night clothes from her large armoire. Looking out from her window as she changed, she saw the sprawling city below her. The homes of all those she had sworn to protect. She smiled to herself as she sat at that window, gazing for some time at her home, as Tigran did the same from his window. What a beautiful city, what a beautiful empire. Oh how they shall grow... how good it would be to have all the world under his control. The king of the empire removed his armour, changed into his bedrooms, and rested in his grand bed. For the exhausted duo, sleep came quickly.
Lionheart's Influence [collab with Luigio]
Words by me and Lui, copyedited by me.

It's been a while, but I've finally managed to write up a TF RP into a proper piece of literature. Inspired by Nitrinoxus, I've took one of the first RPs I had with friend and fellow TF fan Luigio, and wrote it up! His fursona befriending mind, and sharing their love of TF as he tries out Ralf's collar. Preparing this is something I've been meaning to do for a while, honestly.

Tigran character belongs to Lui
Zala character devised by TheLupineOne

It's a bit empty right now, but you can now add me on Weasyl if you have it!

...I feel so late to the party.
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MarwanGreenCritter Featured By Owner Jan 30, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Happy birthday! =)
wolfmin Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I was looking up my user name and it sorta lead me here... h ummm how odd
zoroark97 Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2014  Student Artist
Your profile is cool.
Nitrinoxus Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the watch.
TheLupineOne Featured By Owner Mar 17, 2014  Student General Artist
You're welcome! I've been reading the logs of your RPs and I'm really enjoying them. I enjoy participating in TF-based RP too but I can't say I'm as much of a hardcore roleplayer as you are... unless maybe I am, but I just haven't tried cataloguing any adventures yet. And I can only say that I've RPd with more than one other in the same "story" once. Please keep up these awesome adventures!
Nitrinoxus Featured By Owner Mar 17, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks again! It's always good to hear somebody enjoys the work I post. I'll work hard to keep up the good work, and I'd love to hear more specific thoughts on the RPs you enjoy -- it helps me to improve myself further.
TheLupineOne Featured By Owner Mar 17, 2014  Student General Artist
How do you mean? Are these the sorts of RP that I enjoy participating in, or are you asking for feedback on how much I enjoyed yours?

Well, for me, I don't mind what happens to me or whoever I'm RPing with as long as it's not completely rude. I have my limits in the fandom, as it were. But I've taken part in a lot of things. Straight up TF, inflation, becoming a toy, gender switches, roboticisation, becoming synthetic or even losing identity.
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Happy Birthday.
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You're welcome.
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