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by Holy Marsh » Sun May 17, 2015 7:16 pm
by Mokastana » Fri Jul 10, 2015 7:52 am
Holy Marsh wrote:
“So, how comes the delegation? I hope everything is going well in your homeland,” the Inquisitor asked awkwardly after a few minutes, not really quite good at making the small talk.
by Holy Marsh » Fri Jul 10, 2015 11:53 am
by The State of Monavia » Wed Jul 29, 2015 2:40 am
0700 hours MIST
Hansen's Gallery
Chalcedon, Monavia
It had been a long twenty minutes for Donald, who now sat on a chair inside the gallery with his cuts being tended to by the fantastic Madame Hansen. He was lucky to have an employer like her. Marshites weren't discriminated per se but they were acknowledged as being a relatively strange bunch only more recently let loose on the world stage. This job wouldn't make him rich but she was a good and reasonable boss and he in turn had been good and reliable employee. Now- well, now all that seemed a world away. Maybe back in Holy Marsh the people were taking this in stride better but he was a Marshite cut from a different cloth. Hard to ignore what happened to him when he was reminded with every breath, every blink of his eyes, every little detail he saw and felt. Thank Marsh again for Hansen, who despite seeming out of sorts herself was helping him with his cuts and bruises.
“Thank you, Miss Hansen,” Donald said softly, his voice still unsure of its own timber or function. He had his pants pulled up, though they still managed to outstrip the length of his legs. His shirt had torn and he was all together out of sorts. He clutched his miniature scripture and his phone, looking at the text. He had yet to reveal it- mostly because they had said little to each other since it had started. He randomly touched various parts of his body just out of shock, though he was more pleased than not that one area of his had remained in place. It was out of sorts with the rest of him but at least that M on his card could stay an M and he wouldn't have to change certain bathroom habits. He got his victories in small doses. His head snapped as he heard something come up the alley way- the overturned pebbles and small bits of gravel made more than enough sound, especially as his head lay on the thin wall between the gallery and the alleyway. His nerves shot up.
“We aren't open, are we?!”
by Mokastana » Sat Sep 12, 2015 7:14 am
Holy Marsh wrote:
“The Cult of the Vile Lard did so several times when they held advantages in the Long War. Most of those battles were centuries ago. We started to take advantage in the 1700s and pushed into Mushania. The only thing that happened then were a few biological, chemical and nuclear attacks in the cities in the 30s, but nothing too major or that we didn't have experience with handling in other cities anyway. Not sure if anyone would even try now, but if they did- well, it would be the height of stupidity,”
“Last stop: Shrine District. Thought for the day: Holiness internally is only as powerful as displays of faith externally,” the conductor said before the Inquisitor led the foreigners out.
“We walk now. There is only foot traffic through the Shrine District,” The Inquisitor explained as they started walking./ In the far distance the First Cathedral could be seen, the seat of of the Theocracy. Built into the side of a mountain it looked truly ancient and extraordinarily tall. Before then there were hundreds of religious buildings devoted to the various Shrines. Some were the main Churches of the Shrines themselves, holding mass seemingly all the times. Others were museums of relics, one after another, each multi-story, multi-block large facilities.
The most omnispresent item, however, were statues. Some were a mere six inches talls. Others were almost a thousand feet high, but no matter the height, all were highly detailed sculpts of famous heroes. The larger the statue, the more heroic or legendary the deeds. The small ones may be soldiers who earned the Theocracy's highest decoration in battle. The largest were famous generals or saints who had changed the course of the Long War. Artisans could be seen on more than a few of them, constantly touching the statues up. Many had existed for thousands of years and would continue to exist for thousands more, so it behooved them to keep it all in good shape.
“Should only be about another half hour.”
by Holy Marsh » Thu Oct 29, 2015 2:27 am
by The State of Monavia » Wed Nov 04, 2015 2:18 am
Donald felt like a fool. Pigeons. Uggh. Why was he so absurdly jumpy? Besides the obvious. Or maybe that was all it. Maybe this was a mental change too. He was never this nervous before, or paranoid, and now he was both. It was a situation that should probably warrant some worry of course. This was not the usual life of a person. The usual life of a person was to find meaning I sacrifice and to harvest joy from the fields of fruitful righteousness. But this was neither, it was strange and outrageously impactful. And if it wasn't simply physical? What if it changed his mind. Altered his personality? He could be someone else entirely but have the same memories. To be yourself but not- the worst fate of all! But then again, maybe it was simply the shock...
“Fuck me, seriously,” Donald let out as he watched a new person entered. Well, that was more like himself. He wanted to panic, then Hansen introduced him. Then he wanted to panic more. Government? A branch of it which investigated the paranormal? He didn't want to spend the rest of his life, however he looked, at some facility like a freak. He contemplated running but figured- well, he could likely get as far as the door. Maybe. He wasn't sure how he'd run in the new body. An then where would he go? The Church was always very complimentary towards the local government and he enjoyed his life.
He sighed, rubbing his eyes.
“Yes, yes. Of course. I'm sorry. This is- I'm- this is just weird. And I'm not even sure I'm awake. Could this be a dream? Uggh. Sorry, sorry again. I was just coming into wok, riding my bike. Nothing unusual. Then out of the blue I felt woozy, like very last bit of my awareness was being sucked out of me. I fell, Or crashed, I dunno- and woke up like this,” he waved at himself. He then reached for his phone. “I got this text a few minutes later, after I called Miss Hansen.”
From: Marshite Emergency Church Communications
Technoarcane mishap in Holy Marsh is responsible for vast transformations to the Faithful. The event has ended. Seek solace in scripture if you are disturbed. Thought for the day: The fortress of the mind Is guarded by the soldiery of the soul.
by Mokastana » Wed Jan 20, 2016 8:38 am
by Holy Marsh » Sat Jan 30, 2016 3:54 am
by The State of Monavia » Tue Feb 02, 2016 10:06 pm
Even a shot at humor, no matter how successful, brightened Donald up. He was nothing if not a genial sort by nature and one of the reasons he worked here was the equally kind nature of his employer. Even now, in the midst of confusion and reality altering perception of events, her joke at least provided him a way to deal with events. “I suppose I am awake, though its hard to think that when I take a breath,” he said, touching his breasts and then shaking his head in bemused shock. This was a strange, strange world he had embarked on.
But the guest had important questions, and he was pointed with them. Polite and kind, but pointed. Answers were needed. How helpful could Donald be was up for debate, but his capacity to answer to the best of his abilities was not. “No sir, nothing dramatic. The only other time I remember faitning or falling unconscious in my whole life was when I took a hard hit in football. And for woozy- when I got the flu one time, but nothing like this. It was as every nerve ending on my body wasn't just alive, but moving. And then I was out and right before I went out I could swear I went blind and deaf. It was like everything was...gone. I guess seeing now what happened, maybe it was like I was being...I dunno, rewired?” He asked, shrugging his shoulders. Not liking that, he decided to not shrug again.
There was an uncomfortable talk about the possibility of his insides being effected. Donald nodded, but he had his guesses. He had to be different inside now. You couldn't have the body he had now if everything was the same. The only thing that felt the same- well, same as in still there if not in size- were his genitalia. Ut everything else felt different. He was sure everything WOULD be different. After a minute the guest returned and confirmed that he had a visit. Well, he might as well. “I...I see. Can I get dressed before though? As uncomfortable as that would be, I'd be drawing way more attention as someone having to swaddle around in pants way too big.”
by Mokastana » Wed Feb 17, 2016 8:25 am
by Holy Marsh » Thu Jun 16, 2016 3:07 am
by The State of Monavia » Tue Aug 30, 2016 10:06 pm
Mr. Hodges spoke and all he could do was agree. It was a huge understatement to say that these feelings were new. It would be like saying getting tossed into a washing machine the size of a room on a vicious cycle would make you feel a little battered and dazed. Every single breath brought something new, every flutter of the eyes, every heartbeat. Every step, every wiggle- yes every jiggle- everything felt foreign, like he was a passenger rather than the owner. All of the physical ticks a person could rely on to retreat into themselves was unavailable and only brought a further invasion into the shattered remains of his defenses. This was unwelcome, unneeded, and a sad state of affairs, and the fact he had no defense only pushed him further from the shelter he had lived under. His life had been so controlled that he had started to believe that maybe, just maybe, the powers that be above were not as ironclad as he [had] been raised to believe. But this...was not science. It was not magic. It was...
“Y-yes, of course,” he said, both to the announcement of his appointment and the need for him to get dressed. He followed her back and got to the business of trying to look somewhat presentable. He protested once or twice at selections but honestly nothing would have made him happy. He wasn’t a crossdresser. The clothes held little appeal to him. The fact they were now needed didn’t really make it any better. Instead he had to rely on the quality of his company, and Miss Hansen was a wonderful person to have along for this strange ride. Others may have been more qualified and friends perhaps more energetically supportive, but he needed a stony rock of calmness now, not a firecracker and she provided that. Over time they developed an outfit for him and soon afterwards they were walking to the doctor.
The lack of a bra was distracting him, every step sending his new breasts moving in- well, hey, he was still attractived to the female body. Instead, he focused on the question. “Uhh...well, I suppose the Shrine-Churches. The Expression Shrine is only a few miles away. Artist Grande LeCharles is there. Praetor Felix of the Warrior Shrine is also close by, I think he lived in this disrict. Matriarch Correa and the Female Shrine is also close by,” he said, keeping pace despite his new and foreign body.
by Mokastana » Fri Jan 27, 2017 8:26 am
Holy Marsh wrote:"The Experience Shrine values Experiencing Life in all of its many ways, not just as another sex- but yes, if you sought aid in such an experiment you'd find many willing to aid you. It won't help you. You may alter the individual but it doesn't have a global effect, and the impact is for that person alone. Even newborns are showing the impact of The Shift. This is universal and genetic. More importantly, we can't replicate the incident in any fashion. Nonetheless, I think this will be a valuable experience either way,"
"Faith is all we require. Your nation's lack of an iron will is because organizations such as yours treat them as children to the reality of this world. My words are harsher in verbage than I may intend, but I have found directness to be a more valuable tool in speech than the honeyed words of weak diplomats. Your job, though I find it foolish, is difficult and I will see to it that you get the aid you need. The principals involved are still at the location, as are the exact machines involved in the incident. Before your arrival I had the Inquisition secure transportation.
You will take a train to St. Husky. It will leave in twenty minutes. A helicopter will take you there. You have my authorization to conduct your investigation without interference unless it intefers with religious obligations. At all points and times, religious obligations take precedence over your investigation. If you need my help, contact me after 8 Olaskia- ten o'clock standard local. That should be after the Judging of Ralkovia."
by Holy Marsh » Mon Feb 13, 2017 4:22 pm
by The State of Monavia » Wed Feb 22, 2017 6:22 pm
Donald had made sure to breath[e] and get comfortable, uttering some prayers as the trip to the clinic was ongoing. Natural Marshite optimism in the face of adversity started to shine through, if also tinted by the Marshite proclivity towards moving forward. He joked through a slowly growing voice that now it would be easier to pick people up at the bars, even if it wasn't the sort of people he'd really want. He kept on adjusting and re-adjusting himself equally of nerves as well as need,
He spent his time making calls to the three Shrines nearby. The first, his Shrine, the Experience Shrine, was busy but made time for him. Artiste Grande LeCharles' voice had a French-accented feminine drive to it that spoke more to his excitement than anything else. He would be willing to make time to meet with Hedges if needed later in the day, though at the time he was understandably busy. Praetor Felix of the Warrior Shrine, his voice quick and husky with its femininity, was more blunt. No changes to the Warrior Shrine for the day, Hedges was welcome to visit them whenever he wanted, no appointment needed.
The Female Shrine was the hardest to get through to. Lines were full, Donald thought, of conversions. The Matriarch confirmed as much- both in Holy Marsh and abroad the Male Shrine was being depopulated within minutes of the event happening, sometimes it being the first thing a new Marshite man of the Male Shrine might do. She seemed somewhat less giddy than Donald may have expected, but was nonetheless willing to meet with Hedges at some point. She warned Donald, and then Hedges, that any meeting would be done while working on conversions, so they better be there for pertinent cause.
Once they arrived at the clinic Donald went about trying to fill out these patient documents. It was so strange- he never had to do this before. The Church Medical service took care of everything. They also didn't give him choice when it came to what needed to be done on him, so maybe this was better. He had to guess when it came to the majority of physical information and under cause of visit he paused a[n]d then wrote down, "Dramatic and immediate non-genital involuntary sex change? And bump on the head."
As descriptive as he could get.
As he filled it out and waited for the doctor, he listened to Hedges. So he was a member of what amounted to this nation's Inquisition? It was not unusual for nations outside of the Theocracy to form special groups to deal with the alien, the mutant, the supernatural and the unknown. The Theocracy had never hidden such things and thus the need for such groups to remain secret or hidden in the shadows. Still, he wasn't going to judge. It was good that even a nation like this that seemingly kept their populace somewhat ignorant of the supernatural elements that bubbled around them remained vigilant. "I'm more than happy to help, sir. I could imagine much worse, but still something quite..." he searched for the word. Not terrible. "Dramatic?"
"...Donald?" A voice said. The doctor. Donald nodded, took a breath, and stood up. It was time for the medical profession to get involved. The sooner they did, the sooner they'd know about the new hormonal and genetic makeup of Marshites- not just men like Donald, but women, too.
by Mokastana » Mon Apr 10, 2017 6:57 am
by Holy Marsh » Mon Apr 10, 2017 5:43 pm
by Mokastana » Fri Apr 21, 2017 7:31 am
by Holy Marsh » Sun Apr 30, 2017 4:47 pm
by The State of Monavia » Mon May 20, 2019 9:34 pm
Donald kept a close look at his weigh in. He was never the biggest guy, but he had lost five inches and fifty pounds- five three and one-twenty, respectively. Well, that would make further documentation easier, he supposed. He was full of the 'good stuff', those elements of a Marshite's character which allowed them to handle strife with a sense of pride and excitement that was foreign and strange to others by all good reason. Other vital statistics were newer and more alarming, but expected. It took only for a few minutes for it all to be done, and for Donald to be given a medical smock. Hospital gown. He sighed and started changing, all the while suppressing the barest hints of a chuckle.
That would have puzzled Marshites back home. When it came time for medical specialists to see you in a way that required a change of clothes, they would generally do it in the nude. That way nothing got in the way of what needed to be done. He could still remember what it was like during his first doctor's appointment here, outside of the Church- and how his parents had howled with laughter on the way home when the doctor explained the awkwardness of Donald disrobing in front of a nurse. He supposed that the good people of Monavia had a bit more sense of privacy in such matters than the Marshites. Of course it was all rather silly, because in the end whatever happened was so far beyond basic science that he doubted any doctor in the world could reasonably react to it.
He got dressed and didn't even spend the time to take a gander at his body, naked as he was. He thought about it, of course. He hadn't a time to rally just sit and look. But he would, and he would be more comfortable doing it at home than anywhere else. As simple as it was and as helpful as everyone else was, he didn't want to be caught awkwardly staring at himself and poking his new body inquisitively when the doctor walked in. Whatever case it may be that caused this, it wasn't going to cause him to act like a steaming idiot.
When he was done he took a seat, having to dangle his feet further off the floor than he had since he was a kid, and nervously looking around. The waiting was the hardest part by many miles.
by Holy Marsh » Tue Jul 09, 2019 11:35 am
by The State of Monavia » Sun May 24, 2020 10:17 pm
"The cuts and bruises on my...elbows, right knee...face, of course, arms. I was riding my bike when I lst consciousness. It was like this...pressure from the inside, pressure from the outside, all at once. And then I'm out. I wake up like," Donald used both his hands and waved at his body, "this. And this," waving at his face, "and this, my voice. Everything except," he said, waving at his genitals, hidden as they were. He gave a faint smile. "Little consolation, but its something. After the initial shock wore off I felt...well, fine is a lie, this feels very weird. But I'm not feeling as panicked or scared as I was earlier. Calmer. The prayers helped. I do have a question and this might be weird, but what color are my eyes?" He asked, his voice more curious than anything. So much had changed and he had never even bothered to think about the color of his own eyes. Such an esoteric concept as eye color seemed to have been lost, but indeed, he had cause to suspect changes.
He had green eyes, somewhat uncommon amongst Marshites. Like most people they were dark brown by majority, a trait known since the dawn of time. His parents had their ancestry tied to the Faint Sky port, so they likely had some outsider DNA flowing in there that had given them some green and hazel eyes. It wasn't a big deal but he was still curious as he looked around. He knew from his phone and from context that this was happening in a lot of places and it was confusing just as many, but that didn't mean the doctor may not have more information on what was happening in Monavia. Indeed, ever since the incident, Donald wasn't sure what was being discussed.
It stood to reason based on his phone that this was happening across the world. It stood to reason, indeed, that there were going to be a great many alarm bells. His curiosity only grew. "What do you think, doctor? I mean I feel okay, considering. I don't feel like I'm in pain or anything but...well, fuck me, this is strange. Every breath I take I feel like I'm getting more comfortable but that doesn't mean I'm not all out of sorts. I hit my head but I don't feel like I have a concussion...though," he laughed, "I guess that'd be the smallest issue at plate right now, yeah?" He said as he absentmindedly ran his left hand over his right arm, feeling each goosebump that had aggressively colonized him since he sat down on the cold table.
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