<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qsioRd2.png)</div><strong>Morgan Typhoon (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2334172)</strong><em>Human Legendary Shifter 1 CG</em><strong>HP</strong>-1 / 12<strong>Init</strong>1<strong>AC</strong>17<strong>Fort</strong>4<strong>Ref</strong>3<strong>Will</strong>1<strong>CMB</strong>+5<strong>BAB</strong>1<strong>Primary Natural Attack</strong>5 (1d6+4, 20)<br/><strong>Secondary Natural Attack</strong>0 (1d6+2, 20)<br/><strong>Scimitar</strong>+5 (1d6+4, 18-20/2)<strong>Str</strong>19 (4)<strong>Dex</strong>12 (1)<strong>Con</strong>14 (2)<strong>Wis</strong>8 (-1)<strong>Int</strong>10 (0)<strong>Cha</strong>15 (2)<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Skirted Uniform with Lamellar Armor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In front of the mill<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ceri, Ophelia, Ana<br/><hr/><br/>Everything had been unpleasant and dark first, but now it was warm and dark. And quiet. Morgan couldn't bring herself to think at all right now, floating along on a feeling of calm and exhaustion - and a bit of pain, but ever since everything got warm, the pain wasn't so bad. It was similar to a deep slumber, yet not quite the same. A faint ripple went through the elastic outer shell of Morgan as something touched it, but at that point, she was still unable to comprehend that much.<br/><br/>Then something cold and icy went right through every last bit of her liquid form, and the Oozeling jolted awake as if someone had emptied a bucket of ice water right over her.<br/><br/>Two 'eyes' popped up in the slime ball form of Morgan, large and shocked, and thanks to her innate affinity for changing shape, she could immediately shout: "I'm up, I'm up, what's- Ophelia! You're okay! W-wait-"<br/><br/>The interesting thing about oozes? They didn't really<em>have</em>eyes. Morgan, as a hybrid of ooze and ordinary sentient creature, still had her old sight of her human self while in this blob form, yet without eyes, that 'sight' extended in every direction at once at the same time. Usually not actually hard for her to deal with now, as her body had been remarkable at adapting to the slime-girl form it now had. But she had not been prepared for Ophelia, leaning forward and putting a hand on her wavering form, while most of Morgan was pressed... right against Ceri's chest. There was definitely a pink hue rising right through the entire blue blob.<br/><br/>"C-Ceri! You got me out of there, right? Thanks." Quick, distraction. Oh hey, Anna was alright too! No, that didn't help. Still boobs. And at that point, Morgan really couldn't help herself too much anymore. Could anyone blame the Oozeling for wiggling against that chest a bit? Yes, probably. There was actually a lot that was morally questionable about it. But that couldn't stop her right this moment at least. "Hah... So we're all fine." Morgan became a bit softer in Ceri's arms, probably the closest to a sigh of relief of this form, while still comfortably remaining with Ceri if she didn't drop the slightly wiggly slime. Morgan certainly made no attempt to ask to be let go off right now. "Those things were clockwork nightmares, I tell you. And they somehow got the perfect drop on us, too!"