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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
5/10/2016 6:24:55 PM
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Well... I may be able to at least let him change between the two forms.
*Mortar's arm seems to get larger and more dragon like, then back to normal*
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"Tried that. Couldn't get it to work."
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It's an ancient Underworld study, I had to learn it just to hold my own.
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"We need to get her to fully change into a human. She doesn't want to be able to change back."
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She doesn't? It would be good to become a small dragon at will... But if you wish
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"Can you help or not?"
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I think I can... I've helped a friend with a similar problem... but that was years ago.
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"Then we need to try it."
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Soon. I'll need to do something... it's a little fuzzy *I dissolve into the ground*
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"Okay? Do I need to come?"
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*reforms* If you'd like. You know how to get there, or not? Because I got a portal at my place.
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"No, I don't know the way."
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Alright then. Follow me. *Mortar begins to walk towards the gates*
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[b]He follows, the dragon still on his shoulder.[/b]
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So... may I ask how exactly she became a dragon? *He jumps over a ledge*
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"She was working on a transmutation technique, and she failed."
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Makes sense, I mean, I've had a few friends mess up in that field. Be glad your friend doesn't look like a mangled up mess*
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"She did, for a while at least."
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Weird. *We approach a concrete building with a glass room, a pool in it* Well, we're here, home sweet home
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"Nice house."
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Thanks. *I walk through the garage door* This will take a minute, so relax, just don't take anything in the fridge labeled Wit.
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"Okay." [b]He looks inside the garage.[/b]
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*Mortar is tinkering with something on the wall*
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"So is that what's going to help?"
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This is the thing that brings us to the Underworld, where I'll have the most success. Plus everyone there is dead, so there are no distractions, except for a slight rotting smell.
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"Oh. Okay."
