EVENTS:

Eigla's form spreads outwards, wrapping around Rosa's distended abdomen like a flesh coccoon. Quite fitting, that the one would want the most to hug Rosa in her current shape, would also be the only one flexible enough to do it. It's probably the closest they've ever been, and Eigla finds the sensation not only undescribably pleasurable but calming as well.

The sharkgirl doesn't seem to be entirely calmed by it, however, so the shieldmaiden decides to go for more extreme measures. Digging deep into her Sword's flesh with her vines, she feels around blindly, hoping to find the necessary organs- Oh! There it is.

With a wet, revolting sound, Rosa's pelvic structure is rotated forwards into a more biped-like position, revealing the deformed, twisted-together remains of her legs, partially absorbed by her colon. With a pair of swift cuts, the useless limbs are torn loose, then reattached under her liver for safekeeping.

Taking off her skirt and shoes, Eigla then places a hand around each of her own acetabulae, squeezing her thighs between her fingers until the ligaments give way, somewhat messily disconnecting both her femurs. The comically undersized legs are then placed between Rosa's sacrum and ilium, then stitched in place by a mass of long, string-like worms. Almost immediately, the surrounding blood vessels begin pumping organic material into them, until the limbs have swollen into oversized, greyish, maggot-ridden, but definitely human, legs.

Rosa feels like she could stand now, maybe. Somehow.


Malia, definitely spooked out by the grotesque spectacle taking place in front of her, decides to make a swift retreat. She climbs up the seawall until reaching the top, and sees Klimt's group approaching in the distance.



Meanwhile, Peggy looks like she's about to reply, but stops. She lets her shoulders drop in resignation, and follows the others as they slowly make their way up the hill. Oh look, out there, atop the seawall! Is that Malia?

EVENTS:

Eigla has vines to spare. Quickly extruding lengths of plant matter through her armpits, she does her best to sew Rosa's torso and sides together. It's hardly a perfect job: There's simply not enough skin to cover it all up, but she manages to at least keep all of the guts in, making the sharkgirl look a bit as if she were wearing an undersized corset.

Rosa picks up her Shield from the floor, looking sadly at her friend's bloody stumps. Despite all her defensive prowess, she looks so... Tiny, and fragile. And precious.



Malia doesn't answer, so Klimt walks up to her. She's looking... A bit, uneasy? Like she'd seen something very gross. Oh look, there's Rosa, sitting down on the boat's deck. Where's Eigla, though?

EVENTS:

Rosa tries to stand up, quickly at first, then more cautiously. She feels the vines stretching and creaking under the strain, and blood drips from the many openings in her body. Her dislodged center of mass throws her off at first, but she manages to stabilize herself using her tail.

Huh. Everything feels, so much shorter, and she's not even fully up, having settled into a more comfortable ape-like, semi crouched stance. She places one hand on the floor for support, while holding tightly to Eigla with the other. So far, so good!


Klimt averts his eyes instinctively - Is he the only one with any modesty in this party?