Once in range of the rooftop, Collette loosens her hold on the staff. An attempt to gracefully transfer ends in failure as her claws slide and she falls down with an unheard thump and a protesting flap of her wings. Her mental ooph! stays private, collecting herself into an awkward, almost seated bundle of elongated arm-wings and tiny hing legs and overlarge ears.
Demorphing fails to get less disorientating for her as a mental exercise. The image of herself is easy enough to hold in mind, but the randomness of the changes, the lack of consistency, always feels and looks deranged. Tonight it's as grotesque an absurdity as ever, size changing first. Fragile seeming wings become stretched, joints rearranging with almost audible pops. The tines of her fingers take a sudden turn toward human, fur retreating as the thin membranes of the bat's wings remain, stretching thinner and showing retreating veins by merit of how thin the tissue becomes.
Eyes move to their proper position, still small, one bulging forth and settling back into the changing sockets while the other soon follows suit.
Collette catches herself with a spindly fingered hand as she loses balance, legs thrusting forward like some strange growing protrusion that resolves into bare, taloned feet and legs covered in patched black leotard-like material revealed after disorienting moments where fur clumps and pulls back in to resolve into the smoother material.
The stretching, cracking, shifting, untrackable nature of the changes slows and steadies as wavy, dark hair pushes up across the top of her almost entirely human skull. Bat's pointed, ribbed ears continued shrinking, the shell of something more recognizable showing even as the tumble of wavy hair soon hides them away.
Awkwardly supporting herself on one hand, legs splayed beneath her, Collette smiles and shifts almost apologetically.
"Ta-dah," she says at last, straightening up and nonchalantly pulling her wayward leg in to better support her new seated position. "I'd bow, but it looks way less impressive when you're sitting down."
Way more ironic, too. Nonetheless, she gets a good look at her batfriend now, entertained and amused by what she can see of the costume. "I like the ears!" she comments, using one hand to indicate the general space on Batgirl's head.
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Demorphing fails to get less disorientating for her as a mental exercise. The image of herself is easy enough to hold in mind, but the randomness of the changes, the lack of consistency, always feels and looks deranged. Tonight it's as grotesque an absurdity as ever, size changing first. Fragile seeming wings become stretched, joints rearranging with almost audible pops. The tines of her fingers take a sudden turn toward human, fur retreating as the thin membranes of the bat's wings remain, stretching thinner and showing retreating veins by merit of how thin the tissue becomes.
Eyes move to their proper position, still small, one bulging forth and settling back into the changing sockets while the other soon follows suit.
Collette catches herself with a spindly fingered hand as she loses balance, legs thrusting forward like some strange growing protrusion that resolves into bare, taloned feet and legs covered in patched black leotard-like material revealed after disorienting moments where fur clumps and pulls back in to resolve into the smoother material.
The stretching, cracking, shifting, untrackable nature of the changes slows and steadies as wavy, dark hair pushes up across the top of her almost entirely human skull. Bat's pointed, ribbed ears continued shrinking, the shell of something more recognizable showing even as the tumble of wavy hair soon hides them away.
Awkwardly supporting herself on one hand, legs splayed beneath her, Collette smiles and shifts almost apologetically.
"Ta-dah," she says at last, straightening up and nonchalantly pulling her wayward leg in to better support her new seated position. "I'd bow, but it looks way less impressive when you're sitting down."
Way more ironic, too. Nonetheless, she gets a good look at her batfriend now, entertained and amused by what she can see of the costume. "I like the ears!" she comments, using one hand to indicate the general space on Batgirl's head.