"And you're sure I'm not hallucinating, Miss... Talking Sword Lady?"
"We both know the answer to that question."
A sigh left her lips, the air taking longer than usual to clear her lips - they'd gotten fuller, it seemed, which about fit with the other changes. "Jesus." Okay. Okay. Calm. She had to stay calm. If she started getting irrational, this would all probably just get far, far worse. No freaking out over her height or the mountains hanging off her front, or the weird sword or the temple - she had to keep it all calm, cool, collected, and figure things out here.
Easier said than done.
One hand came up to Cassandra's hair, brushing through a set of red locks that had become far more vibrant in color, and silky smooth to match. So smooth, in fact, that a chill ran up her spine just from the feeling of the strands against her hand. The same chill repeated as some of the now-incredbly long locks brushed past the sensitive flesh exposed by her straining breastplate. Tits on a goose if that didn't seem like a weakness for somebody who was supposed to protect shit.
Right. Protector. That was a good place to start. "You uh... you wanna run me through what it is I'm protecting here?" she asked as she took a few more hesitant steps towards the temple, still learning how to walk with her elongated legs.
"Oh of course, how rude of me! My dear, you've received the tremendous honor of being charged with defending the world's greatest treasure!" The voice seemed giddy to explain itself. "Within the temple before you - YOUR temple now, dear - lies a spring that flows with the energy of the gods! A drink that if consumed, can beat back the tyranny of age permanently, providing everlasting life from but a sip - and with more, perhaps even godhood!"
She quirked an eyebrow. "So, what... the... Fountain of Youth?"
"The what?" There was a hint of offense in the voice. "No no no, that's such a dreadful name."
"Well I mean uh... that's what it is."
The voice tsked. "Remarkable. Such a fit young lady, yet so ghastly a mind."
"What's ghastly is this fucking outfit," she grumbled, tugging at the bronze on her chest. "How the hell did all of this change, anyway? How did I change? I mean... I guess... I guess you're magic, or... something, but.... what the fuck?!"
"Ah, yes, the landscape! I can't say it's my favorite, but it is quite pretty, in its own way." The voice giggled. "Your form was altered, my dear, to one more suited to protecting this place. It's quite simple, really. The same effect was carried out on the island, in order to make your new home more... familiar."
She stopped in her tracks, looking down at the sword with a frustrated expression. "Familiar my ass!" She shook that part of her body for effect - and oh god, she could feel so much extra mass jiggling. Because of course she could. "Miami does not have any fucking parthenons!"
"Your ancestors, though, this land harkens to them!" The sword did kind of have her their; Cassandra's family was very much Greek in ancestry, and this place looked a hell of a lot like Greece. "And a personal hero of your as well, a... a Woman of Wonder, yes! She's quite important to you!"
"...you've gotta be kidding me." Well. That explained the chest. So many years complaining about how comic artists couldn't draw realistic female antomy, and the association in her mind had bitten her in the ass. "Okay. I... am gonna stab you into my gut... and hope that wakes me up from this weird fucking fetish nightmare."
"Would prefer you didn't, if it's all the same!" It was a new voice that shouted her, from the direction of the temple. A woman, her voice having a crisp and proper British accent, emerging from among the columns and clad in white robes with golden embroidery. "It really is quite a bother finding a new protector."
Cassandra was stopped from taking any further action as the woman approach, and not simply from the jarring shock of seeing another human being in this freaky place. With every dainty, swaying step she took, it became apparent that this lady was drop-dead gorgeous. Not as tall or well-endowed as Cassandra had become, but still full-figured, curved in all the right places. Her skin seemed to have been kissed by the sun, and perfectly-wavy blonde hair framed a kind, welcoming face, complete with full lips that begged to be kissed.
Though she towered over the stranger, easily a foot taller, she couldn't manage to stop looking down - those pale green eyes were simply too engrossing. A soft hand came up, gently resting upon her gratuitous bosom; she had to clench a fist just to keep herself from moaning in surprise. The woman seemed to pick up her sudden discomfort, but that only seemed to encourage her.
"I can see that the sword spared no effort in providing us with a beautiful guardian." The redhead gulped, dropping the weapon as her hands went from tightly curled fists to nervous and limp. "My name is Elizabeth. May I have the honor of knowing your name, my fair maiden?"
That was sweat wasn't it? Yup she was sweating. "Uh." She blinked rapidly. "C-C-Cassadra. Uh. J-just Cassandra... without uh... w-without the... stutter."
She laughed pleasantly, that sweet voice causing Cassandra's knees to momentarily shake. Not once in her life could she have ever claimed to feel such things over another woman, but... she'd never met a woman quite so goddamn alluring. "Of course. I am your humble servant, Miss Cassandra - as you shall keep this island safe, I shall attend to your every need and desire." She seemed to hang on that last word for just a little longer than the others. "I'm sure this is all quite confusing - please, my lady, if there is anything that would put you at ease, you need only say the word."