<b><u><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">Ran Archet</span></u></b><br/><br/>Ran was furiously preparing, running back and forth in his home, packing his bags.  His makeshift teacher, the Wizard who had saved his life, had said he'd be getting a transport to the school sometime that day.  He wasn't yet in his human form, instead rolling quickly in his slime form while grabbing and packing clothing, keeping what amounts to plastic gloves over his body to prevent making a mess of the clothing.  Once he had a fairly respectable outfit on, he began to debate what form to take.  While he would like to take his normal form, that also ate a lot more Magic.  He had 'eaten' earlier, a memory that, if he had a clear face, would have made him glow red, but he would rather go for length.  He didn't know how long introductions would go on, so he wanted a longevity based form.  That meant, shorter, skinnier, androgynous rather than taller and more masculine.<br/><br/>He frowned a bit, though it didn't show on the round, smooth face.  He finally decides to go with a bit of a middleground.  more boyish, but definitely not as handsome as he'd like.  He had to make compromises.  And so, with a deep 'breath', his round body starts to bubble and shift, growing in size, becoming slimmer and longer, standing up as he rapidly makes four limbs and a torso.  He skimmed heavily on details, even foregoing genitalia to conserve energy.  By the end, he spreads his fingers, touches his body and<a class="link link--external" href="https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/374040924704997379/582523215847358468/sample-fb94f81c191e9480c0c0d4ca47b92a77.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">takes a look in the mirror</a>, frowning at the fact he still looked a bit girly at worst, and a bit boyish at best.  However, it was just something he had to deal with now.  He was told he'd 'grow out of it.'  Oh boy, practically a 2nd puberty.  Joyous.  With a soft sigh, he then turns to the costume to start getting dressed.<br/><br/>He had barely finished getting dressed before there was a knocking at his front door.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"Must be the transport from Deepwood… Well, goodbye home, I'll be back soon enough, I hope."</span>he said, softly patting his bed as he grabbed his rolling luggage and grabbed the handle.  A familiar, though he wasn't conscious for it before, feeling spreads from his stomach, even if he didn't have one.<br/><br/>With a woozy spinning in his stomach, he finally manages to stand up, leaning on his rolling luggage as he brings himself back to his feet.  It was then he found himself surrounded by large amounts of people- Though they came in much less familiar shapes and sizes.  His extensive knowledge of games and books gave him exactly the knowledge of what some of these people were- the Sharp, knife like ears were enough to bring any Fantasy fan to excitement.  Elves.  Eeeelllllvvvvesssss. And they were just as pretty- Even the males!- As in all of the media and stories he's read. If it wasn't for the churning feeling going through his entire body, he'd probably be a lot more excited, but he quietly slinked his body off to sit down at a table, leaning forward against the rolling luggage as he listens to the long speech.<br/><br/>He leaned back in the bench, pondering over the words as he stares at the ceiling.  He was, for all intents and purposes, an Ectoplast.  He had mostly come to terms with that.  However, it wasn't until he heard the rules that he realized just why the Wizard he had been trained by.  Ectoplast were apparently very dangerous.  He didn't know exactly why, but having every human or elf being forced to be in that latex clothing because of something his body can do was a bit scary.  The first and Third rules weren't surprising, and the concept of asking to make sure it's consensual between Ectoplasts and normal students made sense too. The other rules weren't too outlandish either, don't cheat, do some extra-curricular activities.<br/><br/>However, the part that really, really surprised him was the tidbit about "The Order".  Even if it's proper manners to ask Consent, and it's needed for other houses, The Order was special in that they could be attacked by a hungry Ectoplast without punishment.  He wasn't sure how to feel about that- Just taking solace in the fact he'll still just ask for permission first and feed a bit more often so he doesn't attack out of hunger.  He didn't know how much of a conscience the other Ectoplasts would have- After all, he wasn't originally one.<br/><br/>While he was trapped in his mind, an announcement from an ectoplast teacher that any Ectoplast would be unable to leave the room until 11, he was secretly glad.  He was pretty nervous about walking up, and the churning sensation inside of his body didn't help. Well, since he had time, there was no harm in taking his time being Sorted- He was going to relax for a bit and get his nerves straight as he looks around for something to tell the time- Having a vague idea of how long he could keep this form up.