Poof! You're now _______

>>Blankety blank since I'm starting the chain I guess?<<

"Ah, my fangs are sharper than usual..."

He runs his tongue across the upper part of his mouth, then quietly looks around for a mirror to obeserve himself. After fumbling for a bit, he manages to find a hand mirror and sees...Well, nothing.

"Ah..." 

He supposed that now he would have to do without a mirror, although it didn't bother him at all, really. He never really cared about his appearance and dressed how he wanted to anyway. Still, it was rather a pain, he did like taking photos, even if it were just of himself with his dolls.

"I guess this isn't too bad. I hate going out during the day and I never like garlic, so this is fine."

He sighed softly, placing the mirror down back to where he had found it. As he searched a bit more, he found a bag of marshmallows. His stomach let out a growl and he mindlessly opened the bag and popped one into his mouth. ...Only to immediately spit it out out as soon as it touched his tongue. His brows furrowed as he stuck out his tongue in displeasure.

"I take that back. This is the worst."

Poof! Itsuki is now.. a vampire! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..!

"I feel stra-a-a-a-aAAANNGE!" The little vampire squeals as she's suddenly volted to a frightful feet! She bursts through the roof of her home and loses her balance almost instantly, immediately stumbling and tumbling backwards with the lovely victorian roof on her head. Her elongated legs swiftly follow the suit of destruction, colliding dark mary janes through the home's first story windows and slamming them into cars and lamp posts, spooking the neighborhood dogs into a confused barking fit as they zipline around their respective yards.

Bewildered and more than a little startled, Willa gingerly pries open the opaque windows before her eyes to gaze around the wreckage caused by her new incredible height, the sounds of screaming mortals quickly reaching her earshot .. Along with the sound of car alarms. "..oooooooh dear." Well, so much for blending in with a human society.

 vv [[ LMAO ONE THING AT A TIME FOR POOR WILLA SHE MIGHT SQUASH THE POOR BABY AT THIS HEIGHT /joking! ]]

Poof! Willa is now 30 feet tall!

"What? A kid? I, uh, I don't know the first thing about Human Larvae." She looks at the kid. About 8 years old, but as far as Amvira was concerned the kid could have been born yesterday. "Am I supposed to change your diaper or something?"

Amvira finally gets the hang of it while making burgers for the kid while he plays video games. Because let's face it, Amvira would be the Cool Aunt.

Poof! Now Amvira has a human child to babysit! __;3c [CRYING--WRONG CHARACTER--]

H-Huh? Why was the world so much bigger than before? Staring at the people surrounding him, Shinhwa observed how absolutely gigantic everyone had grown for some odd reason. However, before he was able to open his mouth to speak, an abrupt sneeze erupted from him. He sniffled, raising up a hand to touch his nose... But... 

Something was wrong. Instead of tender skin, the only thing that brushed against his nose was a soft-padded foot with tickling fur. Eyes widening, the 'boy' stared at the... Paw... To everyone else, the tabby cat sitting in the middle of the room seemed to yowl in a panicked tone for seemingly no reason and jumping literally a foot in the air--before going into a sneezing fit, then screeching in loud meows and repeating. Either way, Shinhwa was in a full out panic as he ran around in circles within this new, odd form. 

Poof! Amvira is now an angel! Whoops!

Poof! Shinhwa is now a cat!

 "Uhhhhhhhh, am I on Earth again? Why are there castles all over the place?" 

He sees some knights go by. He wished Roxie was here to see them; she'd probably enjoy it.

"Excuse me! Are you guys going to a cosplay convention or something? Those are really cool costumes!!"

The knights look upon him in fear, and gallop away on their horses.

Leon has found himself stuck in medieval times!

 It was quite the jarring transition- to shrink from his full stature of 6'1" to less than half of that height. His hair and tail had shortened considerably, and his horns were but small, glittering nubs- uncracked and polished. He remembered these years- where he and his brother had found peace in the world they were wished into, when he was but an adopted son that the realm's Emperor would never have the chance to have. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, innocent and nostalgic.

But as nice as it would have been to relive these years, to relish in the inculpability of youth, the army needed their commanding general.

Puffing out his small chest, huge ears swivelling forwards, Leonis de Aleré set out to find a way to reverse what could only be described then as a blesing in disguise.

Poof! Leonis is now 5 years old again!

 Finch reached over to the stack of books. He had to reshelve them and then he'd be done with work for the day. But he wasn't able to grasp the books. His eye trailed over to the materials, landing on a wing. Eyes widening, he pulled back, only to see the feathery object move as his arm would have. "Wha-" What was going on? A coworker called out to him, asking if he had finished with the task. "Ah- Uh- Not yet!" He was near a door and a soft chirping could be heard. But he could understand the sounds. Finch turned, seeing a bird perched outside on a branch. As he turned, he also saw his reflection in the glass door. His arms were now wings and his legs resembled that of a bird's. He stared at his reflection in horror. What kind of magic was this?

Poof! 
Now Finch is a harpy and can communicate with birds!

 The dark haired male tensed. Something was..wrong. He glanced down. "..Why am I taller..?" Marcus quietly spoke to himself. He stood there for a while, trying to mentally figure out the reasoning behind this but..could not figure it out. A soft sigh left him. "..Another way to make things worse I guess. Its what I deserve." The male sighed before giving an attempt to walk but his legs were to shaky and he fell face-forward onto the ground with a thud. "..." Marcus was silent..Today was gonna be a long day..  

Marcus is a centaur now!

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Oh no, RAW knew what it was like to be in love. It is painful. Hopefully it'll pass, because they aren't brave enough to approach the golem they've suddenly become infatuated for. He's so small, too...! Even if this is a weird, uncomfortable and sudden feeling, RAW knows they're drawn to smaller ones. It is all the more painful, they don't know what to do, other than watch from a distance, hidden, like angels usually do. Good thing they're a guardian angel, huh? Even if guardian angels aren't supposed to be in love with their guarded ones, so this is weird. This is weird... But RAW kind of dismisses that. It must be bad. Oh, god, they must be so bad. They're crying before they can realize it- It's no big deal, they do it all the time! But they do feel guilty. Still, any attempt would be just sad. They aren't even a person, and they don't even stay in one place for too long. It's best to flee and forget, they've done it before. Oh, but they never really forget, or do they?

Poof! Raw is now in love with whoever posts after me!

"Alright. Me and Capri-Su I mean Capricorn have the front. Squads 2 and 3, you take the back. Squad 4, you're on lookout duty. We're not letting this fat bastard slip us up again."

With a strong kick, Lydia broke down the door of the cottage. Strange creatures, only a couple feet tall, with pointed heads, bulbous white eyes, and long claws were sitting around tables. Without a moment's hesitation, Lydia drew her pistol and fired a few rounds, each of the strange creatures dissolving into sizzling goo. The rest leapt from their spots, but she knocked them away with her staff as Capricorn proceeded to blast the remainder away with her arm cannon. "Room clear" Lydia said into her walkie talkie.

She proceeded to make her way through the workshop, where more of the creatures, apparently mindless beings, were building toys. Lydia and Capricorn cleared this room out too, just as a slightly worse-for-wear Squad 3 entered from the other room. "Looking good" Lydia said. "Yeah well," the commander of Squad 3 responded "these Elf bastards have been giving us a hard time."

Lydia and Capricorn leaned up on either side of the final door, after recieving the "all clear" on every other room in the mansion. "Alright, we're going in."

She broke down the door, and on the other side was a large, fat, hairy creature wearing a red suit, surrounded by numerous glistening eggs. It turned towards Lydia in surprise, before getting up off its chair. "Santa Clause" Lydia said, "You are under arrest by the United States Government, for, uh..." "342" Capricorn added. "Right. 342 counts of child kidnapping, and..." "12,784" "12,784 counts of breaking and entering. You have the right to remain silent."

"Santa Claus" let out a bellowing roar before lumbering towards Lydia. She put away her gun, and pulled out her staff, swinging and knocking back the beast with a blast of holy energy. "We finally got the monster."

"So, Santa Claus is real?" asked Amvira, after Lydia recounted the story.

"Yeah. Turns out all the stories are real, albeit a little bit... innaccurate. As is the case with most legends. In this case, turns out Santa Claus was an immortal Demiurge, alive since the beginning of time. He usually delivers presents to good boys and girls, yeah, but he's also been kidnapping some of the naughty ones."

"Damn. So what did you do with him?"

"Well, we've got him behind bars, and he's going to stay there for a very long time."

((OOC: Yeah, Santa already kinda exists in this 'verse XD. Wait till they meet the Tooth Fairy.))

Lydia just found out Santa Claus is real—by meeting him! (edit: that's fantastic xD)

"What's this? ...Is this really for me?"

Chesria felt out with his fingertips as something that registered as warm and soft pressed against him. From the doorway, Mephius grumbled.

"It says it's for you, read the tag on its neck."

The blind golem carefully felt out the slip of paper that hung from a ribbon around the creature's neck. Slowly, he directed his energy into his hands, and scanned the letters.

'T-o-C-h-e-s-,-a-f-r-i-e-n-d-t-o-l-e-n-d-a-p-a-w-.'

The rustling of Mephius's suit broke into Ches's concentration as he settled against the door with a harumph. "I doubt he's from Miss Lala," he sighed. "Her penmanship is much nicer."

"From Miss Ellia then?"

"Her penmanship is much worse."

Chesria dragged his hands slowly across the small thing, which he could hear sniffling around, its breath condensing on his artificial skin. Fur, two ears, two eyes, nose and mouth, a strong body and a rapidly flopping tail. There was no doubt about it.

A friend for him alone. A friend to be his eyes.

He flung his arms around his new companion and held tight. Whoever may have sent this gift, he thought, may all their days be kind.

Chesria recieved a gift from a stranger- a personal guide-dog!

Gareth... lost his swords! :(
((btw this thread is so fun :O))

Kiki wasn't really sure how she stumbled into this, but she was at a Rave. Music echoed around her from all sides, and lights flashed in her eyes. She was completely disoriented! Kiki relies on echolocation to know where she is, and everything was so noisy she felt completely blind. She stumbled around, and tripped over a person, loudly apologizing. But, suddenly the music stopped. She was no longer blinded, but she realized the music was drowning out the screams of terror from the partygoers.

What could they possibly be running from? She thought, until she saw the dazed partygoer she tripped over get up. He was so small compared to her, his head only reaching her waist. He stared at her, mouth agape, before running away like the rest of the ravers.

Oh. Right.

Tuisku suddenly has an intense craving of hot chicken wings!

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Woah! Out of the blue, Ruffles feels a weight on her back that isn't her hair (now, her hair isn't that heavy, but still). She does two circles around herself before figuring it's something from her and not on her. Yes, she could even more them, it made a nice shadow on top of her. Now that's pretty freaking bizarre! Thankfully she has mirrors near her pretty much at all times!

She moves around to check her new feathery wings. Isn't that familiar? She could swear she saw it somewhere. She can't remember well, but something tells her there is a lot of irony involved. Oh, of course! Aren't these supposed to represent being angelical, pure and divine?

"Pffff--!" she can't help but laugh at the thought. That should be fun. Should she try the dangerous stunts Doritos attempts all the time? She doesn't seem to get the hang of her wings just yet. It's understandable, seeing as they're brand new! Maybe she should get a photoshoot while she's at this. Yes, she snaps a lot of photos while she can!

Eventually, she figures the wings do get in her way. They particularly break her hair's style. That's unacceptable! Plus, who wants a bag of chips with feather flavor? Ruffles doesn't 'die' very often, she appears to have a lot of luck, or maybe she calculates it enough so it doesn't happen to her (Doritos takes a lot of blows aimed at her, or for her). It's a foreign feeling, she sometimes even forgets it. The thrill of death, maybe? The thrill of uncertainty? Well, it's a bunch of factors and they all push Ruffles to the roof of the building (by elevator) and she makes the jump almost without hesitating.

"Been a while without risks!"

She'd learn the hard way, or she'll remember what death felt like. Both are exciting, and that is the way she likes to live her life!