dragon to bird - *someone's* certainly downgraded.

[edasich]

[ Thomas is... not impressed.

He's also sort of. Well. Not himself.

Literally, actually. Because there's Mizael wandering the streets, except that he's tugging irritably at his stupid, prissy clothes and making eyes at the lapis hanging around his neck.

(Mizael might have some trouble with him wanting to keep ahold of it once this is all over)

Anyone want to come distract the dragon before he ends up ripping the prissy clothes Mizael bought? ]

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[tachyondragon]

[ To say Mizael is pleased is an understatement.

He's extremely satisfied and, perhaps, beyond.

Well, he could do without the hair, but that's a small price to pay for wings and claws and fangs and tail. He's no longer this fleshy, human meat that easily broke under the slightest of pressure. He's--

He's a full blown dragon.

(well, not really, but he can dream)

The first thing he does is find high ground and take off, and with a city like Heartland, there's plenty of skyscrapers for him to leap off of. It's amazing how easily he can glide along the wind with his wings.

But then he catches sight of himself, his body tugging irritably at his clothes, and he descends.

(those are some rather nice clothes, excuse you) ]

You.

[ Seeing his body from an outside perspective is something else. ]

[edasich]

[ ...so that's where his body got to. Thomas makes an odd spitting motion, but... ah. No fire to spit for his irritation.

He makes do with snorting instead, and even that isn't all that impressive in this body.

(tch)

(humans) ]

Does this--

[ A gesture to the skin he's in-- ]

-- belong to you?

'cause I could do with mine back now, thanks.