The Cult Of Assassins. {RP}

[spirit_queen]

"Huh? what are you talking about?" Angel asked. She was completely unaware what she looked like, and she was too disoriented form her transformation to recognize that she'd transformed at all; she thought rather that she'd miraculously survived a possibly fatal combination of a few dangerous experiments at once.

[Cheshire1996]

"Well, you might need a mirror, it's a bit hard to explain," Karin said.

[spirit_queen]

Angel looked suddenly alarms. "Wha- what do you mean?"

[Cheshire1996]

"You look a little...different..." Karin said cautiously.

[spirit_queen]

Angel surged to her feet then swayed, suddenly dizzy. She forcibly ignored that and ran to the bathroom, which had a mirror...

...and started screaming.

[Cheshire1996]

Karin followed her, sighing as she realized Angel probably wasn't the greatest person to break this sort of information too. She resisted the natural urge to roll her eyes when she caught up to thebpanicking plant-lady.

"Calm down, surely there's some way to solve your problem, an antidote?"

[spirit_queen]

Angel kept shaking her head and clutching at her hair- no, vines, unable to respond intelligibly.

[Cheshire1996]

Karin couldn't interpret anything coming out of Angel's mouth. "Angel, there is an antidote, isn't there?"

[spirit_queen]

"No- no- NO! No 'cure', no 'antidote'. I'm a freak, a freeeaaak! I shouldn't exist!" Angel wailed.

[Cheshire1996]

This offered Karin a new view on the situation, "it can't be as bad as it seems," she lied.