Strange RP.

"That about sums it up." He said. "But the door's over there!" He walked over to it.

“Are you sure it’s safe to open that?” Lucille asked, now also standing up like the rest of them.

Spyke motioned for them to stay back and then he kicked it down, revealing rays of L.A. sunlight, that was fast-fading.
"It's safe."

Katie blinked, head pounding, and saw shadows moving around. Who are all these tall people… she thought to herself.
"Hi," she groaned, sitting up. "Who are you all?"

"Memory wiped. . ." She mumbled as she followed after Spyke. She studied everyone and noticed everyone was carrying a duffle bag. "What's in your bag?"

"Not much." Spyke said, rummaging through his bag. The tingling that resonated throughput his body and mind stopped, immediately preceding it, was the loudest silence he'd ever heard. And then everything was a blur. Within seconds, he'd grown in size, his clothing started to tatter and split at the seams.

Katie yelped. "What the HECK IS HAPPENING?" She stood up with unusual speed.

Within a few more seconds, Spyke has grown even bigger, his bones had elongated, his muscles had twisted, even his organs had swollen. Every cell in his body went from a relatively unremarkable piece, to a swollen vessel of power, he was now, what was he? He looked at himself in the reflection of the "No trespassing" sign, a massive skull, with honey-colored eyes, huge, deadly jaws, a mouthful of jagged fangs, and skin, that was a striped pattern of black, and a tannish amber color. A Bengal tiger? He looked, back at his friends, panicked, he could see their breath, forming intriguing patterns in the air, as they exhaled. He backed himself into a corner, a growl rippling through his throat, afraid of what he might do.

(Wow, I just now realized how much better I could have done that.)

(it's fine, it's a good description)

(Thanks. But that's just me spitting out words, really.)

Riann felt a cold tingling in her lower back that slowly moved upwards towards her shoulders as she saw Spyke transform. Behind her, three white wolves appeared with gleaming silver eyes and a mouth full of fangs. It approached Spyke and stood on either side of Riann. They growled and wisps of mist spread around them as they watched the monster standing in front of them. The wolves didn't move, as if they were waiting for someone to move them. Riann glanced towards them and immediately panicked, but the feeling was right. {It's just an illusion. . .} She told herself. Her eyes took on a strange amber glow as the wolves continued to growl.

Spyke saw the expression on Riann's face, one of fear, and of panic, but she wasn't staring at him, he sniffed the air. It appeared that he had full control over his new tiger shape. He took a step closer, then another, he approached the group, and sat down in front of them.

She saw Spyke panicking, and with one simple flick of her wrist the illusions dissipated. Riann glanced around and saw her friends staring at her in awe, but something else. . . fear. "It's okay. . . just calm down." She told Spyke as she turned back towards him. "It's okay. . ."

Spyke heard her, the words distorted with the keenness of his new hearing. He nodded, it wasn't the illusion that had made him panic, it was having to worry about their safety, but he'd long gotten past that now. He stood back up, and took a few steps closer, sunbathing in the few rays that got through to the warehouse through the door. He yawned, baring his teeth unintentionally.

He needed to figure out how to change back, he walked out the door into the Los Angeles alleyways, aiming to return soon.

She felt the cold feeling spreading up her back and illusions flashed behind her as Spyke stepped towards her. Illusions of beasts, dark creatures in the shadows, huge figures. Riann calmed herself down and suppressed the feeling. The illusions left, and her amber eyes dimmed.

She stepped backwards, but realized that Spyke was only yawning. Riann stepped forwards and studied him, mesmerized by the stripes and the amber eyes of the animal that Spyke had taken shape of. A small smile played on her lips.

A few minutes later, Spyke returned to the baffled group, still trying to figure out what they were here for.
"Was'sup." He said, relaxed.

She studied Spyke. There was no fear in her gaze, but instead there were hints of admiration and curiosity.

"Shape shifter. . ." Riann mumbled as she thought out loud.

"Apparently." He huffed. "You've got some power too." He said dropping his bag.

She nodded. "It's hard to control. . . I get this weird cold feeling every time."

"Yeah. I get a tingling myself." He said. "So what's new!?" He asked, curiosity in his eyes.

(WELL THAT WAS AMAZING. GOOD JOB.)

(Sorry you missed it, seriously.)

"New?" She asked, furrowing her brow in confusion.

(;u;)

"Anyone figure anything else out?" Spyke rummaged through his bag again, digging out his guitar and sketch tools, he lays them aside to find something else, and then pulls out a portable charger and a few sandwiches. "Anyone hungry, I brought stuff." He inquires.

“Where even are we?” Lucille asked, she looked around, “There’s no windows…”

Riann kneeled down and looked through her own bag. She pulled out some weapons, medical supplies and a leather bound book filled with sketches. She opened it and turned towards the group.

"Guys. . . why are you in here?" She called out, looking back towards the pictures.