Welp, that's why I want to test forms in a low-stress environment.
I head over to where Noir is sleeping and see about correcting my acquisition of her form. I'll attempt it again with her right in front of me for reference, but afterwards - succeed or fail - I'm going to return to my birth form. I'm continuing to acquire off her and correct and update as necessary until I get this right.
after I'm done testing and I'm back in my normal form I'll wake her up by gently shaking her shoulder.
"Hey, wake up. We need to do a perimeter sweep, make sure the Lizard Raptors haven't gotten near the guests."
Will be going to check the perimeter, avoiding the restricted and forbidden areas of course.
You try again and still do not manage to assimilate Noir's form, her being a live model and all. Something ain't right. Maybe it's pixies. You've seen small clusters of them around after all.
You, Noir, and Dar go on a perimeter check. Everything looks in order. The lizard raptors are gathered around a carcass quite a distance away. Worth keeping an Eye on, but they look to be interested in something large that lives in the swamp out there. Probably a decent hunting ground in this season.
Noir stirs gently rising attempting to not rouse or make dar uncomfortable as she looks at Aylia nodding her tail flicking with energy as she wakes up a sluggishness but some energy in her step.
Follow Aylia on the patrols think about whether my holy powers could fix my voice.
"Generosity of Spirit is the Key to holiness, my love. You must be giving and compassionate to fully use these powers. And they are much more effective when spending them freely for those in need, than when using them for selfish reasons." Those words, in your mother's voice, echo through your head as yo ucontemplate holy healing. Why is Mother's religion so popular? This doesn't make any sense.
Assist with the perimeter check. For the next few days, Lenglon has control of Dar'yajira if I don't post.
Noted. And thanks for the heads up.
>sys/diagnostic/diag.exe
sysdiag turns up some strong but fading magical contamination, some sensory crashes, and a couple of navigational errors. You extend, graps, and retract your mechanical arms, and gently lift a small stone from the ground. Telekinesis appears to be functioning normally. There is a memory error - unrecoverable data - in association with the subroutines for carrying out the "report to proper authorities" directive.
"Ah, wondrous."
Fiddler steps forward.
"We've been expecting you. Right this way, gentlemen."
See if they're amenable to being engaged a little more privately..
The sight of you, alone, standing a dozen feet in front of the uncomfortable crowd, gives the men and women ahead pause. "well, well, well, what have we here?" The leader smirks. he gestures to one of his companions, a thin, dark-haired woman who has been fairly quiet during the taunting exchange so far, and steps forward. he waves the others back, and they settle into place again, lounging and chatting among themselves, while the two others come forward. "Here to give us sport, fella? You don't seem like much. What tricks have you up your sleeve?"