Jump!

Picking out a face, a personality, it was like picking out the perfect set of clothing for Rhymien. He had been somewhat lazy in his approach to the island, having originally ventured here for a sole purpose. That was done with now, though. He had to dust his personas off and work out their tweaks through interaction.

Rhymien had been many, many people in his lifespan (which was to say eternally). It sometimes got boring, trying to find unique spins. Trying to care. It was the crux of agelessness – boredom.

That particular day, Rhymien had gone out as Hasley. A shapeshifter, not far off from himself, with an inhuman appearance and a desire for a good time, night or day.

This, Rhymien recalled, was one of Elric's more favored forms. He didn't have time to think about that, though. It was time to get his head in the game!

The thing that took Hasley's attention within the schoolyard was the flash of bright red. Bright red and a very long nose. A Tengu? It had been a long time since Rhymien had seen one of those.

Making a beeline for him, Hasley leaned over the man, reaching out, so her finger hovered directly over the point of his nose. Her eyes were wide and curious; her lips puckered into a quizzical 'o' shape.

"Woah. I've been here about a year, and I haven't seen a thing like you before."

Hasley crouched, arms draped over her knees as she stared at him with a little too much intensity. It bordered the comical.

"Not a fox spirit, that's for sure! But if you wanted some moxy foxy time, I could turn into one. I'm a shapeshifter; it's kiiiiiiinda what I do, y'know?"

Seeing as he didn't seem overly annoyed with her nearly touching his nose before, Hasley did this time. As the tip of her finger made contact with the tip of his nose, she grew one identical and shifted until she had the same facial shapes and, strangely enough, the magical properties and scent of another Tengu.

As quickly as she'd done this, she removed her finger and returned back to normal, grinning abnormally large. At least she didn't have fangs.

"Ah! How rude of me. Yeah yeah. I'm Hasley Carnahan, at your service. Not really. Not if whatever you want is inconvenient or otherwise boring. These are my terms."

Givin minxish smile, Hasley tapped her chin and stood to eye him over at full. "I don't know. Why not prove just how unboring you are? What's the wildest and fun thing you can think of us doing right now? I'm game for anything – so long as it won't get me killed."

While waiting for him to decide on their next plan of action, Hasley did as requested and turned herself into a beautiful kitsune with nine tails. It was reminiscent of many scrolls and artwork, white with tinges of red on the face and eyes a deep deep brown rather than gold.

Just like when she had changed shape before, her entire scent and magical property seemed to change with her. She grinned, showing teeth and let the tails sway lightly as she reached a paw up to lick it and use it to clean the back of her ear. The fur seemed soft as a dream.