Somewhere that has a filthy ceiling...
Morton's first impulse after regarding the ceiling a moment is to check himself out.
He notices that he seems to be a fairly hairy humanoid - a very diminutive one as well, considering the other bodies present in the room. He also appears to have a tail and a fairly humanlike set of limbs. By this point, he is fairly sure he must be one of those rat people, and a stunted one at that. Still, he guesses he could make tea if needed, so the gub have fulfilled that stipulation.
~That was quite certainly an interesting procedure. I thank you, good group Gub, for the new body,~ he thinks.
~it was needed practice! you have aided the effort as much as you have momentarily hindered it!~ the gub reply hurriedly.
In a dark and frightening void...
Sigmund, despite his friend's failure to solve all of his problems yet, places his trust in the surgeon.
~W-What? B-But it has happened before, with Kevin, specifically. And I have changed so many bodies before that I'm getting used to this. Hell! Tell him that I will even hug him if he builds me a body that allows me to move well! I don't care about having a fishing rod attached to my back! Not any more...~
~our consideration of your reply has been interrupted by a high-quality plan! commencing execution!~
[the gub's magic roll: 4]
Sigmund can hardly even ponder the meaning of the phrase when his soul is suddenly and violently yanked out of the orb, then sent careening through the air wildly, in a simulation of death Sigmund was not eager to familiarize himself with - flying upwards into the sky, he is consumed by fear of the great infinite expanse of nothing above him - the pull of the void is incredibly strong, and causes Sigmund's flight to arc very noticeably before the magic involved creates a little bit of course correction and causes him to collide with a very familiar shape - or rather a very familiar, distinctly shapeless form. His soul forced into a rather large jelly, he feels a moment of panic. When he realizes he doesn't have any knowledge of how to fly and begins falling, this moment of panic becomes much, much longer and more distressing.
~don't die just yet! you may be of use later!~
At the Red Tower of Power...
Niklas runs off to the library!
He reaches the library!
Hooray!
In a very fleshy office...
Timothy, hoping a nod won't be misconstrued as backchat, agrees with Lenny silently.
"Yes, he does seem to be agreeing to provide help," his benefactor says.
"Question is, what could he help us with?" the flesh-gnome asks, stroking his chin.
"Maybe he could-"
"Map the Kilkit anomaly? Wonderful idea!" the man says, looking at Timothy and grinning. "He could certainly accomplish that! Okay, get to it, friend!"
Lenny frowns for a moment, and then motions for Lenny to follow him outside of the office. They silently walk down the hall, then Lenny turns to Timothy.
"Okay, that is not good. That did not go well at all," he says. "I wonder if he expects you to actually try."
At the harbor of Mothdale...
Scott, feeling like people keep screwing him over for no damned reason, vibrates at the sky menacingly.
"Why do you seek to separate me from the man currently ensuring my fricking existance? Damnit, if I am untethered I will pervert the rules of the multiverse and pull myself from the void just so I can lay some welts on your capricious collective ethereal backsides!"
~that is assuredly 'very interesting', scott! do go on!~ the gub say, but Scott guesses they're not really listening, and so just moves on, and promptly fails to find anything even roughly pertinent to any of his buddies as he moves through the town. Instead, he finds Erin, looking hale, hearty and highly cautious as she moves through the streets.
Roughly two hundred meters away from Scott's original position, Mark continues his attempts at constructing a new body for his buddy. Sadly, though, he can't quite seem to get much inspiration. There's only so long you can stare at dolphin parts until you hit a brick wall, really.
At a forming stalactite...
Darren asks a very decisive question.
"Do you happen to like magic?"
The pile laughs a moment in a deep and guttural manner.
"I like fun magic. Boring magic, like these enchanted steel things, that I like less."
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