EVENTS:

Rosa sits down in the comference room, while Eigla gives her a back massage. She takes the opportunity to study her body's current state.

Her torso and abdomen are mostly normal, at least down to her navel; and unlike her previous incarnation, she has all the features one would associate with a girl her age. There's a few unusual ridges under her ribs, like thin horizontal scars, but they're not very noticeable.

Taking a piece of broken glass from her rucksack, she examines her face's reflection. It's Rosa-y enough, but... There's something different, something she can't quite put her finger on. A subtle change in proportions and positions, just large enough to be noticeable. It's attractive, in a way, but also unsettling. Her sharp, almost serrated teeth, on the other hand, are simply unsettling, end of story.

One of her arms is not hers anymore. The shoulder and arm are a zombot's, stiff and muscular, and covered with access ports and syringe marks, as well as a barcode along the backside.
The forearm and hand, thankfully, are Eigla's. Delicate-looking, but hardy and trustworthy. There is a strange series of petal-shaped marking on the palm and wrist. Did Eigla always have a tattoo?

The other arm... Well, it's half an arm. Right below the elbow, it suddenly morphs into some sort of organic rifle, a large gun of muscle and bone, with an internal magazine that surprisingly accepts the same high-caliber bullets she's always used. She can see through the gun's scope even when not looking down it, and the built-in eye blinks in tandem with her own.

Going down her waist, there's a transitional area of thin, slippery scales, which then give way to leathery, blue-grey sharkskin. What was previously a single, central leg seems to have morphed into an extension of her spine, and her lower body is now a thick, rather muscular fish tail. Attempting to use her pilebunker makes the appendage's tip flick violently like a whip, while thinking of walking causes it to slither in a very snake-y manner.

It is not particularly long, however, and she notices with some displeasure she's a lot shorter than before, barely reaching Eigla's shoulders. Similarly, her land speed seems to have dropped slightly. Hopefully that should change in the future.



Meanwhile, Klimt sits down in another corner of the room, giving his girls headpats.

Klimt: "You two have been awfully brave, following us down int-"

He has to stop and suppress a yelp, as Emilia has already started tasting him. Peggy scowls.

Peggy: "Can you stop that? Klimt is obviously too exhausted to deal with your shenanigans right now. Have you no shame? It's okay Klimt, I'm here to talk with you all you like. Pay no mind to the dumpster-brained weirdo. I'm glad you think I'm brave~"

She hugs him tightly, and he feels some of his stress melt away. Klimt loses 1 Madness!

EVENTS:

Eigla blushes profusely, smiling a bit dumbly.

ROSA CALLED ME PRETTY?!?!?!?!?!?!?

She loses 1 Madness!


Klimt attempts to remove Emilia, but she's attached extremely firmly!

Emilia: "Noph! Rwhosha shaid I shouldh dho it erry dhay! I'll mhake Mhassha Khwimd haphy!"

Peggy: "Ahem. I'm here, Klimt. Your favorite, Peggy. R-right?


Peggy's torch is fading away. There's not much time left for antics.

Klimt pushes against Emilia, struggling to break free. He uses all of his strength, and -

*POP*

OH NO NOT AGAIN

Peggy: "Oh now you've done it. Siiiiiiiigh, whatever, I'll sew it back tomorrow."

Klimt passes out from shock and blood loss. The torch goes out, and his waifus go to sleep beside him.

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Hours pass. You all feel reasonably well-rested as you slowly wake up, still lying in the same positions you fell asleep in. The sandstorm should be done by now, right?