Lust to lust.

"Yes, Big Boy?" Asks Ashes, fluttering her eyelashes playfully.

My palm meets my face; a genial meeting of gentlemen. "Gods damn it..."

"Hey! I'm right here!" Says Ariel.

Ashes clears her throat, giving a coy, cocky smile. "I'll one up you guys. No papers needed. My common name is Ashes; but in my people's tongue, I am Siwa La'Set. I am twenty-two years of age, standing at five'eight and a three quarters. My weight is a hundred-fifty-two and three-fifths... maybe a bit more since we just ate. My Classes are a Tier III Evolution of Artisan; Bone-Welder, and a tier III Sorcerer Evolution; Necromancer."

"impressive memorization for someone so disorganized." Says Cilla, scratching all of this down onto her own pile of notes.

The Necro-Nympho winks at me. "An Artisan knows her measurements..."

"There's multiple languages? Damn it... I was never good at that." Mutters Klyde. "I was hoping everything was in English..."

"What's English?" Asks Sammy, who had been flopping around the room; now behind the Earthling Elf. "Is it yummy?"

Not one to be interrupted, Ashes continues. "Most of my spells are non-combat utilities. Drying things, repairing minor damage to equipment; the usual for a repair-woman. In combat, I have Necrotic Shift, which lets me activate the Necrotic Enchantments of my sword. Speaking of which, my sword; Swift-Sting, is a Mohun classic. The Spine-Blade, acting as a whip, shortsword, two-handed longsword; and thanks to my Ma's amazing addition to the design, a grappling hook. My armor is self-made, and easily modifiable; so expect to see it get a little more intresting as we go."

The Artisan bows, taking her seat. "So, Earth Boy; you're next!"

"That was fast..." I comment; somewhat sad that the bottle hadn't been spun.

Klyde looks back and forth between everyone, before shrugging. "I'm... Klyde? I don't know any of that weight or height stuff for this body; I've been through like, twenty of them... Uh... I was twenty-two; University student working on becoming a lawyer... how do you tell what Class you are, anyway?"

Cilla's eyes shoot wide; something to explain! "Written Divination. Some still use the classical Water Divination, but it was far less detailed. Take a piece of parchment with a hexagon drawn on it, and a freshly dipped quill. Close your eyes while hovering over the parchment with a quill, and wait. It will do the rest."

She slides a freshly drawn hexagon over to Klyde, and holds out her quill; freshly dipped, as she said. I see the Earthling Elf perk a brow at this, before following Cilla's instructons to the T. The quill suddenly pulls down his hand, gliding across the paper after connecting with the leftmost side of the hexagon; sliding down the the side below it. A variety of movements occur before the quill ceases its movement, with the last five being flicks onto the page; producing singular, large blots; one of which seemed to swirl sinsterly.

Klyde opens his eyes, peering at the parchment. "Assassin Evolution, Tier II, Liar. Knight Evolution, Tier II, Underdog... no clue what this means. What are these blots it made on the side?"

"Touch them." Commands Cilla.

"Why?" Asks Klyde.

"Touch. Them." She says, firmly.

Going along with it, he presses his fingers to four of the now-dried blots, words spilling from his mouth. "Spells, Utterances: Annoyance, Guile. Incantatons: Trick-Of-The-Trade. Coward's Luck... what the hell was that?!"

Cilla smiles to herself, explaining. "Your Rhythm interacts subconsciously through the ink, imprinting the fundamental aspects of your being as seen by the Cosmic Vibrations into it; producing this form of Divination. Mmm! It's so wonderful."

"That sounds like nonsense." He replies.

"You are eating breakfast with a shapeshifting dragon." I remind him.

"Fair enough..." Says Klyde, rubbing his brow. "Ok, so... the ink 'told me' what these spells do, I guess? Annoyance creates a loud, grating noise, strong, nasty smell, or powerful, gross flavor on a targeted area. Guile transports items in, and out, of pockets from a short distance. Trick-Of-The-Trade swaps my condition with anyone I'm touching... no clue what that means. Coward's Luck causes strange happenstance to fall in my favor... yep, didn't play JRPGs enough as a kid... come on Trix... think..."

Trix?

"Jay... Ar... Pee... what?" Asks Sammy; I already know what she's going to ask. "Is it food..."

"Wait, what was that you just said?" I ask; his last words being muttered too quietly for anyone else's ears.

Klyde straightens up from his confused look. "Oh, JRPGs are..."

I shake my head. "No. Whose Trix?"

His eyes go wide. "Uh... well... skip question?"

I give a stern look. "No. I said no secrets."

His cheeks and ears go red; either from frustration, or embarrassment. "Fine! I'll tell you. I'm really frustrated at Mortsie for not telling me what was going on when we left; I told her 'Let me know when we're done with the **** stuff; but did she? Nooo... send me off with the weirdos!"

"This isn't telling me anything." I say, rubbing at my brow.

Reaching the peak of his frustration, Klyde yells. "I'm a chick! A woman! A lady! A giiirl! Mortsie left me stuck in a body I made as a joke for those experiments Ihsrom was running."

"I've been trying to play it off; wait for her to show back up and set me right... ugh. I just wanted to show her what a generic Isekai Protaganist looked like... now I'm stuck feeling weird with what's between my legs." Flopping into her chair, Trix/Klyde's elbow dipping into that final, swirling blot; a white skull forming in it's inky face just before the two meet.

And Klyde/Trix's entire body explodes into blood and gore; Mortigan's laughter ringing out through the room, seemingly invisible. "Got you, 'Bestie'! Now, what will it be this time? This is actually the last one... maybe?"

A wispy essence floats up from the mess of red that paints my Domain's dining room; an unfamiliar, bitchy, and annoyed voice echoes around. "Damn it, Mortsie! Not again! I thought we agreed; no prank deaths!"

Scott; despite having parts of "Klyde" on his glasses... smiles. "Oh good, I'm not the only one here who has to repeatedly die."