Joseph
Toula couldn't wrap her head around the thought that she was about to have full control of Cecilia's body. The large wolf made sure to remember the instructions he laid out for her. Repeating them in her head if she had to. Surely it wouldn't be too hard to remember. The only issue was falling asleep on her own free will, as it meant she would need to be cautious when she planned on starting fights. At least this way, Toula could hunt down all those Cecilia was still attached to emotionally without her getting in the way. If Cecilia hadn't woken up when she murdered Heath, Toula could have made sure to rid of his body by devouring him but instead, someone gave him another chance at life. 

As he walked back into her line of sight, Toula watched with interest as he placed a brain in the middle of a circle. It was interesting watching his work take place, something she hadn't seen before. It did seemed to take a while though as her patience began to ware thin, especially when he left her sight again. She could smell the potion before the man revealed himself again to her. When he came up with a strange looking liquid, Toula felt a sudden repulsion when she it's scent invaded her nose. Once again, she listened as he spoke, taking in everything he said seriously. It was like her life depended on it. By the smell, she didn't doubt that it would make her sick. So taking in all the courage she had, Toula reminded herself that drinking the potion would give her full control. *None that you can not answer after.* Was her impatient reply.
Connie
"Alright then." He continues, taking the jar and lifting it to Toula's mouth, he knew that the smell would have been bad- the taste even worse- it had the taste of charcoal, fetid meat and who knows what other ungodly tastes, only made worse by the smell. Danico certainly didn't envy the shifter in this case, it took guts to drink a concoction this pungent, guts he knew that only the most desperate would dare even try it. "Just uhh.. Try not to chew." He warns as he pours a small amount into the shifters mouth, the taste would leave an almost spicy burn on the tongue, though the heat of the potion was only made worse by small, rubbery chunks of *Something* Still floating in the brew. He removed the potion from the shifters mouth a moment, giving her a moment to swallow. "Just remember-" He continues, holding the glass steady. "You need to drink all of it for it to work." 

After she was ready to drink once again, he lifted the glass to her mouth and continued on, doing this periodically until the drink was all gone.

"Alright." He continues, putting the glass down once more. "Now, remember, don't vomit it back up again. I'll need you to hold it in as best as you can." He takes the keys used to keep her shackled and releases one of her arms. "There, just in case." He says as he takes a step back form her reach, just in case she tried to attack him.
Joseph
Toula didn't know what was worse, the potion she had to drink in small amounts until the jar was empty, or all the torture he had put Cecilia through earlier. Not only did her tongue burn but so did her throat as she forced herself to keep it down. 

Once she was finished, Toula tightened her eyelids and told herself repeatedly why she was doing this. Encouraging herself. She could feel the bile rise in her throat before swallowing it back down. She hadn't noticed one of the shackles being removed from her paw as she had been too focused on stopping her stomach from contracting in an attempt to keep everything in it. 

After what seemed like an hour but was only a mere few minutes, the shifter began to relax with a small whine. As her mind began to fog over, she took the time to rest her body to gain some strength back, the taste on her tongue slowly fading. Once her mind began to clear, she pulled her front paws back and noticed that one of them were no longer shackled. Her head snapped towards the alchemist, curious as to why he had released on before looking back towards her paw, studying it. *Please tell me it's something different that I have to drink once every few week.* Was the only thing she could manage to get out, the taste of that horrid potion still on her mind.
Connie
"Nope" He says with his back turned to the wolf, cleaning up the table form the experiments. "But, what would it be if not with a price to pay? Life isn't that simple, as I'm sure you're aware, Toula." He ponders before turning his back around once again. "But, with due time, your body should come to adjust. Necrotic flesh certainly isn't an everyday part of a persons diet, after all." He then continues to flick through his notebook before writing something down, copying it from another page as he flicks back and forth between the pages as he writes. Eventually, he tears the page out and hands it over to Toula. The page reads; *3 weeks from now, the small well in the woodlands outside Terresol.* As well as a hastily made map with directions. It clearly was not to scale or complete accuracy, but the general idea and location was clear enough. "Hold onto this." He continues, putting the book back in his satchel. "Don't lose it. If you wish to follow through with this, meet me there. If you don't show up, I'll take it as a sign you don't wish to continue."
Joseph
It seemed that Toula would have to get used to the taste. Something she would force herself to do if it meant she didn't have to worry about Cecilia taking her body back. She was going to enjoy not having Cecilia's nagging voice in the back of her head. The potion not only allowed her control but it seemed to get rid of Cecilia entirely. When the paper landed beside her, she was starting to grow very annoyed about her bonds. Sure, she had one paw free but she was still pinned down. 

Toula knew the effects of silver would have passed her system, it had been a while since he had used the rod on her. Closing her eyes, the shifter's bones began break in multiple places before rearranging themselves. Her skin began to rise where the bones repositioned into a different form. It was a long process as most of her limbs were shackled in place and it caused her more pain as usual. Eventually, Toula was laying on her stomach as a human, bare as the day she was born. Clothes didn't magically appear on her when she shifted. She was breathing heavily like she had just run a marathon, she was exhausted but it wouldn't be long until she fully recovered. Her free hand reached towards the one that had been shackled and wrapped her fingers around the chain. With a deep breath and one strong pull, the links tore apart so both her hands were now free. "I won't lose it." Was her simple reply while sitting herself up. Now she just had to tear off the shackles from her ankles. "You should write down in that little book of yours that when we are in human form, we have opposable thumbs so put silver on the shackles next time. Silver not only hurts us but it also prevents us from shifting and using our strength."
Connie
Danico was taken off guard by the shifters sudden transformation, watching the process in pure curiosity as the creatures bones break and shift to fit the new form. Every audible crack was astounding to him, definitely something he intended to write down. Though the now-womans naked form was barely any interest to him- he wanted to know if she would change back with clothes on- an answer he assumed would be false, but still a sight he wanted to see himself. No, he was more interested, and by extension annoyed, by the shifter breaking the chains on the side of the bed.

"You know, I could have removed those for you, right?" He exclaims with an annoyed sigh as she picks up the note, picking up the silver rod himself as a precautionary measure. "I guess that gives me just another reason to head to the city. But no matter. Gives me a reason to replace them with silver lined shackles instead." He gives the shifter a stern glare in reference to her breaking his current ones. "However, given our.. Current relationship, I cannot simply allow you to walk within my lab unrestricted. Though putting you to sleep is also not an option. So how about we strike a deal, hm?" He takes out the key to she shackles and waves around the rod as he speaks from behind the mask. "I'll let you go, peacefully, and in return for allowing me research, along with continued study of this potions effects, I shall not charge you a single coin. Hm?"
Joseph
She couldn't help the smirk that crawled it's way onto her lips when he seemed visibly annoyed at her. She found it amusing for some reason, especially when he glared towards her when mentioning buying new shackles. Her amusement faded instantly when he reached for the Silver rod, it was instinctual for her to become defensive when someone waved a weapon around her. 

"I think that's a fair trade." She replied simply. She wasn't going to attack him once she was released, that would have been idiotic. Toula needed this man and she planned on seeing him every three weeks without delay. "If I don't return, there is a likely chance that Cecilia regained control. There isn't a reason I wouldn't come to you otherwise." She promised. Like Cecilia, Toula was untrustworthy but she meant what she said. "Now can you please release my ankles? They're very tight and you've made it clear you don't want me destroying them."
Connie
"Good." He replies as he goes to remove the shackles, holding the rod like a backwards dagger as he uses his fingers to insert and turn the key in each of the locks, releasing them from the girls ankles. "I'm glad we could come to this conclusion." He continues as he takes a step towards the horses and the carriage off to the side. "If it's what you wish then I appologise." He says as he pulls out the bellows used when they entered, walking towards that very tunnel. "Though it bothers me not either way." Danico exclaims as he begins down the tunnel, the torches losing some of the light they had previously. He walks all the way down to the end, keeping his relatively quiet posture, the rod still in hand until they reach the end- at least a hundred meters deep. As they reach the end, their exit is blocked by the wall of vines, though before using the bellows to retreat the vines, he snaps back around to the shifter, pointing the rod directly at her eyes, giving her a solid, stern glare. "You don't know this place exists, understand?" He declared, slowly retreating the rod once more before spraying the bellows at the vines. Once more, they retreat up into the cliff. "You cannot return here, okay?" He wasn't happy that he would have to let someone who knows his location walk free, but he also trusted that this shifter was desperate enough to keep it a secret. It was the shifters other half- Cecilia- that he was more concerned a out. If she broke out or the potion proved unsuccessful, she could possibly reveal the location of his little lab. "I will find you in three weeks time. Remember, don't be late."
Joseph
When her ankles were released, Toula let out a breath of relief and brought her knees to her chest so she could massage her ankles. The shifter then stood up as the strange man began to walk away before shortly following him. She was silent as they walked along the tunnel, still trying to get over the fact that Cecilia was nowhere to be heard in her mind. She couldn't even feel her, like she didn't exist. 

"Yeah, no shit." Toula replied as she studied the map he had given her. She knew every part of Marin, so remembering the location he wanted her to go in three weeks time was simple. Soon after, the shifter walked up towards the Alchemist and handed him the map. "I know where to meet you. I'll fly from here." It would be easier for her to leave in bird form. She didn't exactly know where she was and flying high above ground gave her all the information she needed.
Connie
"Very good, then." He concludes, moving out of the way of the shifter so she could pass by, out into the forrest from the cliff. "And just know, Toula, that if anyone comes by looking for this place.." He stands firm inside the cave, the vines slowly starting to recede back over the tunnel. "I'll be coming for you." He wouldn't usually resort to such threats, but he also knew what would happen if anyone of authority found the lab. It wasn't a risk he could lightly take, so this was simply another precaution.

With that, the vines grow down low enough to hide the alchemists face, creating a barrier between the two that only continues to grow, covering his body and then his legs, until the vines returned to the length they were- blending in seamlessly with the other vines that cover the cliff for hundreds of meters either direction. If you didn't know this was here, you certainly wouldn't have the faintest clue it would be.