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_{@faustium liked this for ‘Brendon’ || ACCEPTING}

    _{She (he?) was at least thankful that their hair remained it’s usual length after this little… hiccup. Surprisingly, Victoria was rather unshaken by this sudden change, was this not unlike when she’d used to change her appearance and clothing to sneak aboard military ships or into infantry regiments back in the day during war-time? Only, this time the package between their legs was…well, real. And the height was much, much better, standing at a decent 5′8.″ If only that part could last.}

    _{Her… his… Zher attention was broken at the feeling of a magical energy nearing where they were adjusting their clothing to fit zher new body. A dark energy, tied to demonic origins certainly. Malicious? Zhe couldn’t be too sure. Naturally zhe had to investigate this matter, new body or not. To give the person a chance to put their guards up, zhe let her own magical signature flare as a warning before walking around a corner.}

    _{“Lost wee warlock? Can’t possibly fathom what brings you to these parts.” Shite, even zher voice was significantly changed, from her lilted mezzo to an almost delightful light baritone.}

               _{———GAZE RESTED ON THE FORM OF ANOTHER MAN. he wasn’t exactly used to the bombardment here. he had to register a moment, the word he’d used — warlock — that seemed undeniably close to home. accented english came and went, the man’s own much less harsh voice lifting over the irishman.}

     _{❝ how did you know i was… ❞
the thought drawled in tandem with his own more continuous pulse. something about this person seemed off, indicated by his intuitive senses alone. there came no fire at the back of his neck, a sign of occult and arcane origin. instead, he felt numb.}

❝ who the hell are you? ❞
a danger. he knew better than to raise his voice over a murmur, but it took no edge out of his tone.