[ The transformation finishes, and Clarisse gets her shit together enough to peel herself off the wall and take a closer look. It's... oh, it's a pig. Her immediate first thought is of her father—it's one of his sacred animals, after all.
And it's not like she's never thought about it before—having her own war boar, something huge and mean, with tusks that could rip through armor. She'd always thought that would be pretty badass. She might have asked for it once or twice after throwing a part of her meal into the fire, when she was younger and thought her dad might actually answer.
This, though? This thing with the stupid outfit (and who used to be a perfectly nice looking girl, by the way)? If it's a gift from Ares, it's only because he's messing with her, expecting her to get mad about it. She grits her teeth and looks up at the ceiling and mutters, ] Thank you. [ Because that'll show him. ]
[ Then, she crouches, looking at Robin with mingled curiosity and apprehension. Like... is it hers? Does she have to feed it? Take it for walks? Do pigs go on walks? Can she get rid of the sailor outfit and get it a biker jacket? Can pigs be house trained? Shit, she has a lot of questions. ]
Can you talk? Remember who you are? [ First things first, though. ]
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And it's not like she's never thought about it before—having her own war boar, something huge and mean, with tusks that could rip through armor. She'd always thought that would be pretty badass. She might have asked for it once or twice after throwing a part of her meal into the fire, when she was younger and thought her dad might actually answer.
This, though? This thing with the stupid outfit (and who used to be a perfectly nice looking girl, by the way)? If it's a gift from Ares, it's only because he's messing with her, expecting her to get mad about it. She grits her teeth and looks up at the ceiling and mutters, ] Thank you. [ Because that'll show him. ]
[ Then, she crouches, looking at Robin with mingled curiosity and apprehension. Like... is it hers? Does she have to feed it? Take it for walks? Do pigs go on walks? Can she get rid of the sailor outfit and get it a biker jacket? Can pigs be house trained? Shit, she has a lot of questions. ]
Can you talk? Remember who you are? [ First things first, though. ]