The bigass bird’s explanation only heightened Vale’s confusion. The black jaguar raised a brow, ears flicking back in irritation for a moment. A persona? The hell was that? At least she got a decent description of what the hell species she was. “Some kinda mythological gene soup, aye? Yeah, I‌ can’t shapeshift into anything that falls close to that category… unfortunately. Looks like a rockin’ body to spend time in,” she said. Her scarred shoulder rolled back in a half-shrug.

“Yeah, you were probably a child or some tenderfoot back when I was around. No offense, but I‌ hate kids, and annoying adults tended to be hellishly annoying babies. No wonder we’ve never met.” Maybe she had met him. But Vale probably would’ve noped the fuck away from any children as quick as she could, especially the more brat points they wracked up.

At Rin’s assumption about riding the bigass bird, her eyes widened again. “Oh, shit, that’s gonna be fucking rad,” she said, her tail lashing excitedly. As she spoke, the large feline’s bulk wilted down and her frame became steadily smaller. In less than five seconds, a regular black domestic feline stood in front of them. “Alright, this should help, right? I assume even mythological bigass badass birdies have a weight limit.”

Her ear flicked, and she glanced between Rin and… her persona… for a moment. Then to the annoying canine, but she tried to ignore that guy. “While we’re in the air, can someone explain how the fuck an Elysium works? I’m barely familiar with Sunhaven and their traditions, so hell if I‌ can fucking figure out how a merge between my group and those shits turned out one year later.”