Jun 26 16:33:29 <SpookyBee>	-Claimed-
Jun 26 16:37:35 <Knave>	High up on the wall of a building by the edge of campus, Gloria clings by her claws to the brickwork. Casting a lazy gaze over the area beneath her, and not moving to climb up or down, it might be presumed that she's watching from that position just to see if she can stay there. Occasionally her eyes sweep over to the other side. Mainly she's just watching some trees.
Jun 26 16:39:13 <SpookyBee>	Up in the sky, the sound of a 'caw' plays- as Majala circles above Gloria in the form of a great, black crow! She watches her gargoyley friend, and closes in, landing on the roof of the building with a heavy tick-tick-tack of her claws.
Jun 26 16:40:20 <Knave>	Gloria watches the bird casually once it catches her eye, following its descent onto the roof. Slowly, she swings around and finishes the climb to the edge of the building, resting her elbows over the edge and watching the bird with as blank a face as her perpetual scowl can manage.
Jun 26 16:41:25 <SpookyBee>	The crow is... big. Large dog-sized, like a German Shepard, perhaps. She has a white crest on her breast feathers, and on the tips of her wings.
Jun 26 16:43:26 <Knave>	"One for sorrow." Gloria rumbles quietly to herself, clambering smoothly and slowly to a crouched position on the roof's edge, still watching the bird.
Jun 26 16:44:59 <SpookyBee>	A crack of bone and flesh becomes a common, repeating sound as it starts to change into none other than Majala- Though her skin is... Darker, like leather, and her eyes are white, her hair having turned a deep, greyish black.
Jun 26 16:46:04 <Knave>	Gloria exhales a stony noise, possibly in disappointment. "It's you." She says, without any particular feeling, turning around by degrees to look over the edge of the building again.
Jun 26 16:47:35 <SpookyBee>	She stands, and blinks, looking down at herself, before the odd layer of skin falls from her body, leaving her excessively pale- Like something out of a Vampire movie, really. "... Is it me? Ah, yes... Suppose it is. Is my body, I think..."
Jun 26 16:49:55 <Knave>	"Don't think your brain's changed back yet." Gloria mutters, with the disadvantage that when you can't make out the words of her speech, you can still hear the irritating grinding of it. "You a bird now?" She asks disinterestedly at full volume.
Jun 26 16:51:14 <SpookyBee>	"... No. Is just... One of my forms, is word? Form? Body?" She nods, then smiles, walking over towards Gloria! "... How are you?"
Jun 26 16:52:52 <Knave>	"Peachy." She says coldly, not looking at Majala still, but over the ground below, "Top of the world."
Jun 26 16:53:57 <SpookyBee>	"... Do not think I believe you." She takes a seat on the ground. "Have learned of human sarcasm."
Jun 26 16:55:18 <Knave>	Gloria turns her head just enough to give a glance to Majala, before turning back around. "Well done." She says at length.
Jun 26 16:57:58 <SpookyBee>	Majala pouts, then tries to change again- But her bones start to break wrong, snapping at odd, different angles. Her arm bones breach her skin, angling outwards and extending as new flesh forms, and her body starts to grow rapidly to a massive extent, her skin darkening to grey-black...
Jun 26 16:59:28 <Knave>	At the sound of bone-cracking, Gloria turns her head again, and watches with mild interest. Her reptilian pupils flick over the changing form with no change on her own frozen face.
Jun 26 17:01:30 <SpookyBee>	Her nose flattens and her jaw splits in two, as teeth fall out, replaced by longer, sharper teeth, and another jaw grows between the two segments! Her ears start to grow out, into loooong points, as well. The long bony spurs on her arms start to grow a webbing, giving the appearance of would-be-wings, and her fingers and toes thicken and fuse, leaving her hands and feet each with two fingers/toes and a thumb, tipped with long, sharp claws!
Jun 26 17:05:31 <Knave>	Gloria regards the form before her quietly. A moment's glance at her own claws, then back to Majala's, then a concerted turn of her head back to the edge of the roof. She grunts with no obvious meaning.
Jun 26 17:06:22 <SpookyBee>	Majala looks down at herself with a huff, straigtening now to nine full feet. "..."
Jun 26 17:07:38 <Knave>	Claws dig into the edge of the building. If Gloria was flexible enough, she'd probably bristle. As it is, she just hunches and stays still and stays looking away.
Jun 26 17:08:50 <SpookyBee>	Maja approaches Goria's perch, her claws digging into stone. "... I speak." Her voice is deep and raspy, a proper voice for a proper monster.
Jun 26 17:10:11 <Knave>	"Well isn't that good to know." The usual sarcasm, the dryness, but mixed in with something new altogether - perhaps deference, perhaps fear. She leans, very subtly, away.
Jun 26 17:13:47 <SpookyBee>	She looks over to Gloria, her eyes scanning the gargoyle girl, then out over the courtyard she turns her head. "... Good to know... Yes."
Jun 26 17:22:43 <Knave>	Gloria looks sidelong at the creature beside her. The subtle shifting of the stone of her face projects... perhaps discomfort? Discomfort doesn't look that ugly on most things, but it was Gloria. She focuses intently, thereafter, on watching the ground quietly.
Jun 26 17:24:16 <SpookyBee>	"... You do not like it." Maja sideeyes her, a puff of hot air coming from her nose.
Jun 26 17:25:01 <Knave>	"It's different." Gloria says after a few moments. But of course, that was the opposite of the problem. It reminded Gloria of herself.
Jun 26 17:26:33 <SpookyBee>	"Hmph... Suppose it is..."
Jun 26 17:27:31 <Knave>	Gloria's eyes repeatedly find their way back to glancing at Majala's form. After a minute or so, she asks, "What are you?"
Jun 26 17:28:06 <SpookyBee>	"... I am me. Is my true body... Or... Step closer to it, I believe..."
Jun 26 17:29:03 <Knave>	Gloria thinks on this. "What makes the other ones fake?" The usual tone of distant mockery quavers, showing that now, it's just a mask.
Jun 26 17:29:45 <SpookyBee>	"Are not me... Do not sense proper. I am not human, only... Borrow form."
Jun 26 17:30:15 <Knave>	"We should all be so lucky." She grumbles, a streak of bitterness through it.
Jun 26 17:30:30 <SpookyBee>	"... Does this displease?"
Jun 26 17:31:21 <Knave>	Gloria turns her head to Majala, resettles her stance before saying, "Some of us are stuck as monsters."
Jun 26 17:32:22 <SpookyBee>	"... Do you speak of yourself?"
Jun 26 17:32:55 <Knave>	"Yes, I speak of myself." Gloria's usual disdain creeps back in.
Jun 26 17:33:24 <SpookyBee>	"... Do not think you are monster."
Jun 26 17:36:07 <Knave>	"Well that's good, isn't it?" If it's even possible, it seems the corners of her mouth pull down further, "I suppose I can go off and be normal, now that you don't think I'm a monster."
Jun 26 17:38:04 <SpookyBee>	"... You are not. You are unique. Inhuman, different, yes. But not monster. Are not horrid, slathering beast that feeds on children, or steals women from villages."
Jun 26 17:39:20 <Knave>	"Then I'll just bring you with me to explain that, shall I?"
Jun 26 17:40:49 <SpookyBee>	"... Truly hate yourself, don't you?"
Jun 26 17:44:06 <Knave>	Gloria's eyes search over Majala, brows knit and mouth open. "Sod off, Sigmund Freud." Her body tenses and she swings herself off the roof, clambering down the wall and dropping to the ground below.
Jun 26 17:45:21 <SpookyBee>	Maja grumbles- A deep, gutteral sound of disapproval.
Jun 26 17:46:08 <Knave>	Gloria sets off away, uncomfortable at speed, sometimes on two feet and sometimes on all fours.
Jun 26 17:46:33 <SpookyBee>	She watches her run off, then turns and goes elsewhere.
Jun 26 17:47:04 <Knave>	-Scene changed-