Ling’s hair changed from its darkened state back into the luscious long golden locks, her chest expanded like a water balloon, in seconds she was the same bimbo-ish cleric she was before.
“We gotta do something about your appearance, mimic.” She put a hand to her face in contemplation. The mimic made a disconcerting grumble. “No, it’d look weird if a girl like me carried you around.” The mimic grumbled turned into a low growl.
She crossed her arms, pressing her breasts close to her body. She thought hard about what could be done to make thing easier. “Ah!” She shouted as a metaphorical light bulb lit itself. She ran to the party’s mage and returned with her hands behind her back and a smile that was practically beaming from ear to ear. “Open wide!” She mused.
It didn’t take a genius to know that the mimic was highly cautious of what she wanted to do.
“Don’t be a party pooper.” She said, “Just open up!”
The mimic refused to do as she wanted unless it saw what she had in store for it. She sighed, “Fine!” The object she had in hiding was a leather satchel bag and was slightly hanging to one side, broken as it was missing part of the sling. The mage often carried his books, elixirs and other magic-based items.
The mimic made a low growl of displeasure. “But it is way cuter than that dusty old chest shape!”
The mimic turned its back to Ling and grumbled. “C’mon!” She complained. Another lightbulb brightened in her head. Her smile turned mischievous as she pulled out a coin from the valley from in betwixt her breasts. “Would you do it for a shiny new coin?” The mimic’s mono stalk eye turned around to view the coin but immediately turned back around. Ling moved her fingers holding the coin to the side, revealing a second one that was hiding behind the first. The mimic still didn’t budge. “Hmm.” she hummed. She pointed to the lower half of the mage’s torso. Stating plainly, “I’ll let you have the rest of him.”
That seemed to be a sweet spot for the creature as it squealed with joy and gobbled the rest of the mage’s body. The mimic approached Ling making happy mimic noises. “Ah uh! The bag first.” The mimic’s hyper died down, and it begrudgingly opened its mouth Followed by Ling dropping in the broken satchel. As the mimic was chewing the sounds of breaking glass and metal bending could be heard. A gas began shooting from the sides of the mimic coating the ground in a thick fog.
“Hmm. I wonder…” Ignoring the chest’s transformation, she said the words. “Inspect.” while looking at the mimic, a common spell that allowed her the ability to see necessary information about an object, a person in your party, or this case, a monster.
> Name: Mimic
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> Race: Mimic
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> Level: 2
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> Health: 75/75
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> Mana: 50/50
Skills:
* Shapeshift (Inanimate objects)
* True Eyes
* Iron Gut
“Yeah let’s make this something less conspicuous.” She raised her voice loud enough for the mimic to hear, “Your name is Mic, okay!?” It didn’t say anything, but next to its original name was now ‘Mic.’ She inspected further on the skill ‘Iron Gut’.
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Iron Gut: (passive) The user’s stomach can break down the toughest of materials without any adverse effects.
“Neato.” However, she didn’t get a chance to inspect any more skills before Mic jumped into her arms. The once massive chest that once was longer than she was tall was now a hip length carrier bag with retractable spider legs. Most of the mimic’s chest-like appearance were still prominent, the two golden latches and brown color. Holding Mic, she couldn’t contain her excitement, “Oh my, you’re way cuter than I imagined!” the eye in the middle of the bag visible rolled.
It grumbled and opened its now pouch mouth she dropped the promised coins in. Mic now sated with its payment, and a big lunch went back to sleep. She wore the handbag with the strap diagonally over her chest. That's all there was to it for today, she lost two party members but gained a cute bag, today was good.
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The ‘cleric’ was sitting at a table in the guild hall, a massive building with marble flooring, multiple floors and an organizational structure that is so tight it was quite often deemed supernatural and ran by automatons.
“Hm? Why do I choose such an ugly form?” Ling repeated what the mimic satchel said as it laid on top of the table. Ling drank from the cup of water she had next to her companion. “Because humans are stupid and dumb. Unlike us shapeshifters, they won’t understand true beauty.”
Mic vibrated in place with a sound that was more akin to hawking a loogie. “No, chests are not the best.” She put a finger and thumb to her chin. “Well, maybe if it were made out of gold then it would be.” Mic squealed in agreement.
In the corner of Ling’s eye, there was a glimpse of light from the furthest end of the room at another table from a very thick sword carried via a ring mount. The owner was a large rough looking man wearing mostly just a leather chest piece and leggings, and several scattered animals diversified his set. However, he wasn’t alone. Accompanying him was a man with long red hair done up in a ponytail and carrying an archery set, more than likely a scout. The next was a female with black hair a brimmed hat. She carried around a staff with a monster skull. The last was a small male with white robes and a book. His brown hair neatly parted to the side, and he was more than likely the party’s mage. Judging by each of their gear, they probably were low leveled, perfect.
Ling smirked strapping Mic to her side. “Watch this.” She got up from her empty table and started to jog towards the group. “Heeey!” she yelled, “over here!” She waved her right arm above her head. She certainly gained the attention of the group and quite a few others. Most of the room fell silent as nearly everyone watched the vibrations of each step send a ripple and an impactful force to her chest sending her breasts upward only for gravity to bring their weight right back down just for them to rebound and slightly ricochet off to the side again.
A few of the female adventures looked with envy as Ling’s springy chest made them fill with jealousy, others looked on with disgust as such fat hanging on the upper part of the torso was useless and would only get in the way. It was needless to say, but all the men were quite attentive to her actions and assets.
The male of the party was smiling almost from ear to ear. The witch looked virtually annoyed by the very acknowledgment that such a loud and excited female existed and the mage, looked like he was trying to hide, but his reddening face gave away his reason for doing so.
By the time she approached the table, she had brought so much attention to herself that anything she did would be looked over with lust or scrutiny. “Hey, guys I-.” Ling tripped over and fell face forward into the table.
-5HP Damage dealt to self.
There was a collective groan from the room as she faceplanted. The witch’s staff lit with a purple glow, and the Cleric was now levitating just slightly above the table. The Witch spoke with unamused enthusiasm, “What do you want?”
Ling covered her nose where she took most of the blunt force impact. Her hands were muffling her voice. “I was wondering if you guys needed a healer.” The trio looked at each other.