As you watch, the inky darkness engulfs Luke completely, covering him from head to toe. Where it went part by part before on you, this seems to be a more direct covering, perhaps brought on by your hug.
You step further back and take in the sight of Luke getting visibly taller, growing in height but not mass as his body seems to pull itself out, as if stretched upwards by thirty percent. There's just a faint squeaking as you watch, the now extremely gaunt but almost seven foot tall Luke teetering as his growth stops. All is still for a moment before Luke suddenly springs to life again, quicker than you can follow.
Soundlessly, covered by inky darkness, he roars something as his body starts to fill out. Starting with his chest, black liquid starts to bubble out, forming a pair of bumps that grow into a sizable pair of breasts, his shoulders bulking out with muscle even as his waist, other than gaining some definition, stays the same. Hips follow, blossoming before your eyes as they spread into lush thighs and defined calves, the dark liquid clinging to an Amazonian body. Your eyes catch arms that bulk to something defined and toned, yet sleek and feminine as your neighbor's body finishes her changes. Fuck, hell, you didn't mean for this to happen.
"I am so sorry Lilac..." You groan out on instinct before catching yourself. Lilac? FUCK! You know he...she...had a different name before but you can't, for the life of you, think of it. It was something with L. L....L....Liiiiiilaaaaaac....fuck.
You look at the now renamed Lilac, a gigantic Amazon, still covered by the goop. Goop which has begun to take shape and harden. Up top, covering her chest is a hard black metal looking chest place, a single rounded oval covering both breasts. Below that are layers of reinforcement, leading to a corselet and an armored skirt, again, all in dark metal chased with blood red filagree. The rest of her torso is equally armored, a hard heavy plate covering her back and sides, rising up around her neck. Her legs, thighs encased in protection that follows the curve of her legs leads to heavy greaves, knee-guards in the shape of angry faces lending an intimidating air to her that her heavy footwear only enhances. Her arms, similarly, are protective and intimidating with large rounded shoulders like screaming faces leading down to armored demonic gauntlets, looking like oversized dark claws. Finally, her helmet, looking like a grinning demon's skull, much like the designs on the shoulders and knees, takes shape.
Getting her bearings, she shakes her helmet to clear it, giving you a nod. As if she knows what she's doing, she extends her hand, forming from shadows an ebon blade a foot shorter than she is, with a handle two feet as long; the crossguard carrying on the demonic motif from before. Similar shadows form over her helmet and in a half second it's gone, revealing a classically beautiful face with inky black lips, blood red eyes and dark red eyeshadow, and blood red hair in a pageboy cut. "What the hell just happened Nightshade?!" Lilac acks out, confused.
You're about to answer her when a rush of energy fills your very being, dark energy emanating from you, causing you to float up into the air for a few moments before making a gentle landing. In your mind's eye you see words in dark cursive on blood red parchment appear in front of you.
"You have completed the quest: Make New Friends. Reward: 100 XP"
That parchment disappears followed by another one, "Congratulations! You have gained enough experience to reach Level 2! Please review your character sheet, make your advancement selections, and hit confirm to advance in level!"
You didn't before but you're now *very* aware that at the corner of your eye there is something you can pull up that's blinking like an icon. You think on it and it pops up.
You give a yelp of surprise as you read that you're Nightshade, a level two...