MPD Mission Log 2 (TZ)

Second Mission Log in the MPD Archives.

Losing Identity
Sometime much later, the two are traveling in a transport van owned by the MPD Enforcers Division, with two armed guards sitting opposite them by the van doors. There is not a threatening air, but neither are they comfortable. Lux sits in the front seat driving, rather adept at the task.

"''We will be at the main branch within the next few hours. I would suggest you try and rest while you can." ''For some reason the Administrator had begun speaking via a robotic text to speech device, and had refused to elaborate on why.

"Please keep yourselves calm, the process will not take long if you follow our instructions. Remember that once you are registered, you are forbidden from public displays of power or transformations that would endanger any adjacent civilians. You may not use superhuman abilities or force against a human or engage in combat against another Myth, especially if human lives are at risk. Violating these rules may result in permanent containment, use of power suppression and mind controlling collars, or termination."

Mordecai rolls his eyes and mumbles. "I doubt i'd be more likely to attack people just because i'm a Myth now." Despite his thorny attitude its clear that Mordecai is unnerved.

Mariel seems to have fallen asleep again, having had not much sleep the last 24 hours. She is resting against Mordecai's shoulder and side, her body completely up against him. Her ears occasionally twitch in her sleep, while her tails passively swish from time to time, occasionally brushing up against his cheek, tickling him. He can hear a light snore from her as she breathes.

He doesn't actually seemed bothered at all by this, and instead lets her rest peacefully. Every time one of her tails lightly swishes his cheek however, he does his best to keep from turning a light shade of red.

Eventually he feels her tail rest against his face, particuarly his nose.

Not only does Mordecai get a little more red, but he starts to feel a sneeze coming. "Come on not now, don't do this to me stupid body of mine!" He barely manages to hold it in.

The tail continues to rest on him, though it twitches randomly, not helping the situation.

Mordecai turns his head ever so slightly so that the tail can no longer reach his nose. "Oh thank god sweet release."

The tail is now resting on his lap, plushy and fluffy, occasionally twitching in her sleep. The fur seems to be rather glamourous in terms of quality, most foxes would kill to have fur as soft and fine.

Mordecai makes nothing of it for a second before he notices. "Don't pet the tail, don't pet the tail, don't pet the tail...." It takes a few seconds for him to give in as he pets the tail for a small second. "SHIT."

She moans in her sleep, murmuring, "Oh Morde I wanna bite you~ ...no, too cute..." She continues to snore.

Mordecai turns brick red, mouth agaoe as his soul has left his body.

Mariel continues to snore, as if unaware of the events thus far.

Mordecai snaps out of it, and decides to wake up Mariel while never ever speaking of this ever. He gently shakes her.

"Nooo... I don't wanna party..."

He shakes her a little bit more. "I'd rather go to a party than what we're doing right now. Just wake up, please?"

She snorts before beginning to rouse. "Why is the room shaking so much...?" She grumbles.

"We're going to get registered, remember? You decided to rest your eyes along the way."

Her eyes darken. "...I wanna sleep now."

"You've been sleeping for awhile now, im not that bad to spend time with."

"...I don't want to think about what we're about to do, Mordecai... ...it feels wrong."

"I just want to make sure we're safe. I doubt things will go our way if we don't do this."

"And how will it go any better if we do? We're still like this, and it's not like we really get any rights as people. We're going to live life possibly getting stabbed in the neck with every person we pass, and getting hateful looks every which way. ...Plus other Agencies might just ignore our registration and still attack us, and what if this Agency runs out of money? What then? We're putting ourselves in people's hands that might not even deliver!" She seems deeply worried.

Mordecai seems both annoyed and worried at the same time. "I don't know Mariel, honestly. I just don't want to think about these things yet. We've already been through hell, we don't need assume theres more waiting for us along the way. Maybe we'll get a break. Can you just please put trust in me?"

"''We'll be coming up on the facility soon. I don't reccomend any funny buisness once we arrive." ''Lux speaks.

Mordecai rolls his eyes. "You heard him. No funny business." Mordecai has his eyes crossed and his making circle around his head with a finger in mockery.

A paper wad smacks him in the forehead. "I saw that."

The van begins to slow.

Nordecai shrugs. "Think you'll be okay Mariel?"

She shakes her head slowly.

He sighs, looking both annoyed and bad. "I'll hold your hand throughout the entire time if you need me to."

She seems to instantly grab his hand when he says this.

He meant it as more of a joke, making him rather surprised. "O-oh wait um, really? I...okay." He holds her hand, oddly seeming nervous. "Uh...come on, lets get this stupid shit over with. Then we can do whatever you like, i'll treat you to your favorite restaurant, okay?"

She reluctantly stands with him, not speaking. The van has come to a stop, and Lux gets out, and they can hear guards on the other side of the van doors walking up.

He massages her hand a little bit to comfort her. "We're strong, don't worry."

The doors open, and a group of ten guards standing behind Lux awaits. "Come with us, quickly. Let's get this going."

Mordecai steps out of the van, leading Mariel along.

She follows him slowly, as Lux leads them toward a large facility and its front entrance.

He walks through the front entrance as Lux leads them, not really bothering to take everything in as he usually would.

He leads them down into the lower levels, into the basement areas. He eventually arrives at two doors, and motions for Mordecai to go through one, but makes Mariel go through the other. She does not seem to be happy about it at all.

He reluctantly lets go of her hand. "Again, sorry im pretty much making us do this. Like I said though i'll treat you to whatever you want after." Mordecai walks through the other door.

He sees her guided into the other room, the door closing behind her. A guard prods him in the back with a gun. "Hurry up."

He scowls. "I'm going, fucks sake." He speeds up a bit, continuing through wherever the door leads.

Once they are both seated in a small white room with a small chair and desk, they are given sheets of paper to sign, up until the very end, fully agreeing to be registered and accept the full control of the MPD over them and their affairs. Mariel stares at the paper, at the signature line, knowing what it will mean to sign it. She begins to quiver and shake, every fiber in her being feels a deep wrongness that makes her borderline ill.

''Why does this have to happen to me... I don't... I can't... ...I just want to be human... Why can't I be human? ...I'm... I'm... ........I'm not human... I'd rather die than continue on like this... I feel like my heart... ...my heart is tearing apart...''

After what feels like an eternity, she stops shaking and slumps in her seat, a dead look in her eyes.

''...I'm no longer human... ...I'm a Kitsune... ...and I'll never have my life back again...''

Her hand begins to shake as she signs her name, sealing the contract. A light wave of pain begins to circulate in her body, a strange heat emitting from her, soon developing into a sort of fever, and she finds it hard to concentrate as she is slowly lead to a strange station with a needle, which soon jabs itself into her shoulder and injects a black sort of ink, which spreads into her shoulder, forming a sort of barcode.

"Registration complete. You now answer in all affairs to us. Your life is in our hands, don't forget it," The guard intones before escorting her out of the room, her eyes dead from despair.

Mordecai seems to speed through the registration until the last line. "It'll be fine. Besides, theres not a life waiting for me if I don't sign this. Just accept it." He breathes in and signs.

He is lead to the same sort of machine and injected with a similar kind of barcode, then lead outside, where he sees a very much dishearted if not depressed Mariel, he can't even see her face but he can tell from her posture that there's little strength left in her after all of this. He can clearly see the barcode on her shoulder.

His own heart starts hurting while he sees her like this, unsure of really what to say.

"On your way. We got more people to register." The guard intones again.

Mordecai tries to take Mariel's hand again to lead her away from the area.

Her hand feels incredibly warm, and as he takes it he feels no resistance, Mariel just seems to abide by his guidance for now, having nothing to say, her head clouded from her misery and the strange sensations taking place in her body and mind, on top of the fever.

He leads her out, before speaking. "Mariel I'm really sorry. Can you please just say something?"

"...I'm not human anymore... ...I'll never be me again. What more do you want me to say? I'm just an animal, to the people I belonged to only a mere day ago... ...an animal with a barcode, so I'm not even given any value as a person now..."

Mordecai looks a little angry, but not directly at Mariel. "Mariel please! You're not an animal and never will be. Whats happened to us hasn't stripped us of everything we know and love, im sure everything will turn out alright. If we're here for each other im sure things will be okay."

She looks away. "...I need to lie down."

Mordecai sighs. "...I guess where can we lie down is the question now."

She seems to be swaying on her feet, unbalanced. He can distinctly tell she is unhealthily warm.

He looks confused. "Oh, shit Mariel are you okay? You're heating up again, do you have another fever?"

She pants as she nods. "Feel like I'm gonna lose my stomach..."

"Oh jesus, shit okay. Lets find a garbage can or a bathroom or an alleyway, I don't know!"

He manages to find a remote alleyway where almost no one even traverses in the shadows, where Mariel finally collapses, he can see as the sun is setting that Mariel's face is scarlet, and she is sweating profusely. At this time, she lets out a cry of pain as a sharp ''crack! Can be heard from her body, with additional snap! ''Sound retorting from her in quick sucession, her body jerking violently. This continues for a good while, as her cries continue well into the evening, and during this time, he sees a third tail sprouting from her body, tearing its way free of her clothes.

The cries of pain continue well on for a while, eventually being replace with moans, but not nessisarily pained ones. In the morning, with little sleep due to her condition, he is more properly able to see what had transpired.

Many would never had been one to say Mariel was blessed with much physical attributes, in fact the most insensitive individuals (which Mordecai would probably punch in the face), often remarked that she was 'straight and flat as a board'. Now looking at her, he can see her waist is far more pronounced than before, giving her a more feminine figure. He doesn't notice this at first, but a faint bulge of her chest can be seen, not impressive, but it's undeniable she has grown more feminine, even her face is softer.

Mordecai was barely able to watch the initial transformation period, extremely upset that he didn't know what was going on, and even more upset that he couldn't help her. When the transformation is over he is both relieved, scared, curious, and surprised. "M-Mariel is everything...alright...oh...um, wow." He turns extremely red before taking off his hoodie, and placing it over her.

She soon wakes up, moaning and sitting up, stretching. It doesn't take her long to notice the new tail, which she seems to grab hold over and seemingly examines, he can't see any form of upset expression on her face, merely a neutral expression. She seems to become a bit more surprised when she sees her figure.

"...I guess mom was right... ...I am a late bloomer," She makes a weak attempt at a joke.

Mordecai, expecting a large freakout is essentially dumbstruck, and actually does a combination of a laugh and snort when she says that, extremely embaressed. "Oh my GOD."

She yawns, stretching again and dislodging the hoodie from her form. She pauses before becoming slightly annoyed.

"I don't think I should wear pants and such if my tails are going to obliterate them like this each time. ...Fuck, might need to wear dresses. Maybe will help hide these things." Her tails swish around, noticeably more naturally than before, as though Mariel was actually getting used to them. He also notices she is making mention of her new limbs without seeming displeased or otherwise stressed, almost as if she's fully accepted their presence.

He turns red, grabbing the hoodie. "Wait wait wait wait hold on you're indecent!" He turns around, not wanting to upset her. "But.....you never wear dresses? I mean you'd probably look good in one but....oh boy. You're not...mad? Or sad?"

"Well maybe it's time to change... ...I mean, I'm already a fox girl with three tails, probably four soon with how fast they've come in so far... ...and it's never going to stop being that way, you know? ...I've just given up Mordecai... ...we're not human anymore. ...And we're never going back to that life, you can feel it too right?

...There's only so much you can take before you just give up on being who you are. ... let's just get some new clothes that are not vulnerable to tail spurts." She swishes her tails some more. While her tone is soundly defeated, he can almost sense a weight gone from her, as though letting go of humanity has brought a sense of peace.

He looks surprised, but he's clearly showing signs of agreement. "I, well....yeah we're clearly not human anymore. But that doesn't mean we're different people, right? You're still Mariel and im still Mordecai. You're still my friend and that wont change. You clearly like me too much to let go of me." The last bit was a joke clearly, laughing a little after saying it, before turning serious again. "...Sorry. Lets get you some new clothes though, you're right."

His remark brings a noticable redness to her cheeks as he says this. "Uhh, y-yeah, l-let's go get some new clothes! Ha ha..." She stammers, pulling the hoodie over herself in a flurry.

Mordecai seems a little confused by her reaction, but shrugs it off. "I never thought i'd see the day when you'd willingly put on a dress to be honest. But I guess tails kinda force you. I suggest keeping the stockings though. Oh yeah, I actually wanna try something when we're done, Kaiju stuff. Do you remember how my arm changed when I punched that guy in the restaurant?"

"...Yes...? ...I'm not that socially awkward am I Mord?"

"Well, no but, nevermind. Look basically I wanna try that again just without needing to punch someone. Who knows, maybe i'll grow three tails too."

"...Ok, did you need my permission to mess with your arm? Don't complain if your arm gets stuck that way Mord."

He rolls his eyes. "I'm just telling you on something cool I wanna do. And don't joke about that! I don't want to have a permanent crocodile arm. I'll just mess with electricity I guess."

She opens her mouth to say something but turns deep red and closes her mouth again, tails swishing furiously as she walks. It doesn't take long to find a clothing store, as they had passed on the way there, but Mariel is not allowed in due to her state of affairs, plus her fairly obvious Mythic figure.

"Alright I guess im gonna have to shop for you, do you want anything specific? I really don't know what im doing here if im dress shopping."

"...You'll..." She pauses, before attempting to speak, only achieving a tiny mutter, "Have to measure me..."

He turns around, not quite hearing her. "Speak up, I can't hear you."

She grits her teeth as she speaks louder. "...You'll have to measure me."

"...Oh. Right. That is something I definitely have to do uh, yeah. Maybe not right infront of the store? I'll do it as quick as possible."

She sulkingly walks back toward the hidden alley. "...Hurry up please... ...this is embarassing..."

He walks after her. "Its embaressing for me too, I..I never really thought i;d be doing this in an alleyway." He stops talking and considers what he said. "Oka NEVERMIND, completely ignore what I said, jesus. How am I even supposed to do this?"

"..." She doesn't respond or let him see how red her face becomes, and tries to avoid crossing her legs when unwelcome thoughts slam into her brain.

"...Uh... uh..." After clearing her head, she tries again, and proceeds to explain the process quickly.

He reddens a little bit, mostly due to how shes acting along with what shes describing. "Um...okay, I-I think I got all of that, let me just..." Mordecai starts to do exactly what she told him to do, trying not to get too close to save embaressment for the both of them.

She waits, desperately trying to control the strange hormones in her head from causing her to do something stupid, made more difficult by the nature of his task, reliefed to be free from the situation when he finishes, almost letting a sigh of relief escape her lips.

"We-well then, let's get that d-dress!"

He nods rather fast. "But again um....you can't come in, so...a-anything you want specifically? Like uh, describe what you want I guess."

"...Something simple please, no wedding dresses. I'm not into floral shit. ...And uh, don't get anything revealing please."

"Of course of course, nothing too exposing or well, out there, gotcha. I'll be right out!" Mordecai walks into the store, taking a rather long time looking, before he eventually comes around with a dress that somewhat fits what Mariel wanted, albeit probably not exactly.

She critically examines it, trying to decide how far it deviated from her instructions.

"...Something wrong? I don't have to return it already, do I?"

She quietly tries it on, retreating to the alley to do so. When she is done, she turns to Mordecai for his opinion.

"...Well?"

The dress is a little simple in design, mostly black with some blue accents here and there. Due to his hesitance to get close during the measurements, it fits a little too tight but not enough to make it overwhelming. The length appears to be just right, albeit a little revealing in the back. "I uh...actually got you this, as well." He pulls out a long blue scarf from behind him.

She blushes with the dress a bit, but seems to appreciate the scarf. "...Did you get me a back up dress?" She asks hesitantly. "I just have a feeling that if something more drastic happens, it would be good to have a second one."