Chapter 194: Fluffy and Sharp
“Oh…hello…jarl.”
“Frosttusk! How was the-whoa…”
“Damn you’re big.”
“And so fluffy!”
Frosttusk looked… surprisingly similar to his normal kaijin form, but he swapped out his normally bright color palette for surprisingly bronze skin, his trunk-like beard (beard -like trunk?) for an elaborate looking braid and replaced his horns and tusks for a surprisingly wooly head of hair that connected to said aforementioned braided beard. If there was two things that were consistent, that would be his steely looking gaze and his slow manner of speaking.
“Do I…look weird?”
“Not at all big guy, you might even be the most appropriately dressed right now too,” Zhen Liu observed.
“Thank…you?”
Between the biker chick outfit, the school girl uniform and space pop idol asthethics, Frosttusk was the most normal looking, by this world’s standards, due to his outfit essentially being leather armor. On the whole, Frosttusk looked like an incredibly hairy human viking.
‘Wait…did the kaijin choose their appearances, or did this so called daemon do it? Also is it using clothes based on my memories too?’
Curiosity piqued by how this “daemon” thing worked, Zhen Liu was just about to enter the room too, but was stopped by the act of Razor Maiden rushing ahead of him.
“Ladies first, master! I want to see blue fairy!,” Zhen Liu heard Razor Maiden yell as she bolted pass him and locked the door. He was a bit confused at that last sentence.
‘Blue…fairy? Does…does Pinocchio exist in this world? Wait…when did Razor Maiden start using punctuation?’
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“Huh. It’s blue, but not fairy.”
Razor Maiden looked at the platform and so-called “daemon” and was decidedly…not unimpressed, but did feel a bit let down. She was hoping for a pretty lady in a blue dress with insect wings, not a multi-armed marionette that she felt a strange sense of kinship with.
The room was mildly warm, probably a result of four other people making use of this strange platform before she got a chance to, but that probably wouldn’t affect anything.
“They said to, step here?,” she mumbled to herself as she stepped onto the platform. It quickly flared to life, as a semi-synthetic voice filled the room.
|Welcome, proto-kaijin: Razor Maiden. Are you here for the disguise protocol installation?|
Razor Maiden took a step back at the voice’s suddenly appearance, but calmed down once she realized what the voice was asking.
“Yes! I want to be a real boy! Uh, girl!”
|Very well then,| the marionette nodded, |would you like me to design a face for you or would you like to pick one?|
“Let me pick…please.”
|A good choice.|
Dozen or so holographic images of human faces appeared one after the other, surrounding Razor Maiden like falling leaves.
|Here are a dozen or so facial samples for you to choose from. Taking in your request into account, I have only chosen the ones with a feminine design. I can include the masculines if you like.|
“No need. This is good.”
Razor Maiden was a little stunned by the amount of choices in terms of faces and was very tempted to just randomly pick one, but stopped before doing so.
“Kaijin are desires incarnated. Should mean, I should have desires. I should pick because…I desire it.”
Razor Maiden began to study the faces one by one, trying her damnedest to pick what she wanted.
“Eyes on this one good. But nose on that better…I have question.”
|Yes?|
“Can I cut up pictures? Pick the features I like?”
|Of course, these are just samples.|
Given the go ahead, Razor Maiden simply nodded in thanks before picking several of the holographic faces and gathering them like sheets of paper.
“This nose…these eyes…lips… ears! Now…cut!”
Once she had selected the faces she liked, she used one of her claws to slice up the pictures into pieces, rearranging them into a new composite face. The torn pieces reconnected with each other, forming a cohesive sheet and a surprisingly connected face.
|Is this the face that you want?|
“Yes!”
The composite face picture hovered out of Razor Maiden’s claws and merged itself with the attached daemon. A soft whirring sound droned for a minute before ending with a singular ding.
|Understood. Using face template to determine body template…complete. Please stand with your arms out and hold still for a few minutes.|
“Okay.”
Razor obediently stuck her arms out as the daemon began to rapidly spin and turn itself around her body, checking every angle before nodding with approval.
Once it had given itself the go-ahead, the daemon’s arms extended until it had surrounded Razor’s shoulder with a several thin metal implements.
|Applying fully body template now. Please stand still as the print is processing,| the daemon instructed. The metal implements spun to life as they began to move down Razor’s arm with a strange energy emitting from the tips of the implements.
Before her very eyes, Razor could see her doll-like knife capped limbs transforms into the same soft flesh material that her lord was made of. It was an odd feeling.
‘Soft hands…I can’t cut with these though. Maybe I need to learn, swordplay?’
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Zhen Liu and the others waited and lightly chatted as they waited for Razor Maiden to finish doing whatever was going on in that room, when after about six or so minutes, the door to the room open once more.
Tap, tap, tap.
Zhen Liu could make out the sound of what were stiletto shoes tapping against the ground.
‘Welp, looks like Razor Maiden decided to go with an anchronistic outfit as well…wonder if I can lie and say they’re foreign clothes?”
“Sorry for the wait. Do I look weird?”
“Damn Razor Maiden, you took a long ti-whoa.”
“A princess? An angel?”
“Fuuuck~ girl. I didn’t expect you to glow up like this.”
“Pretty…”
“Huh… I’m not sure why, but I think I’m glad I wasn’t given those tall shoes…”
Razor Maiden entered the room looking like a ballet dancer made of knives, she exited looking like a model with a distinctive “sharpness” to her features that made it hard for everyone else in the room to look away from her.
A strange feeling of accomplishment welled up in Razor as the others stared at her.
‘All eyes on me. It’s a good feeling, desirable even.”
