Life's Just Not Simple, Is It [Closed; Legemeton]

Legemeton would stagger for a moment as a sudden rush of energy erupted from the Changeling, almost rupturing the eye symbol that was drawn upon him. As the thoughts flooded the Demon's mind and the struggle of the lizard man intensified, Legemeton would feel his grasp of control starting to slip from Silica's body. Holding himself together best he could, he would examine the room they were in, various tools and boards littered all open spaces, either presenting lab safety rules of other features actively going on in the facility at large. The Changeling seemed preoccupied at the map, prattling on about the best means to escape when the Demon knew that somewhere on this level he had left a crater sized hole in the wall, but perhaps a higher up escape would be best. Raking his clawed hand across the wall while still pushing for dominance of the body, the Demon turned to look at the Changeling for a moment.

"Truly the Frost Clan has been pushed into obscurity since the attempts to slay the saiyans? Rather pathetic should you ask me... your kin has had millennia to prepare themselves to dominate the galaxy, but you faltered to some legend. It is no wonder the news of their defeat never reached the Demon Realm... the amount of humiliation that would have carried likely would have tormented Freeza vicariously in Hell.", Legemeton began to chat with a sardonic laugh. Hoping to draw the ire of the Changeling and witness that emotional shift once more that had almost shattered his control of the body. There was more to this Frost Demon than he was letting on, the commend on transforming sounded vaguely familiar, but the Demon was unsure if the suppression race was them or the Yakonians on the planet of darkness.

Shrugging without resolution to the fact, the Demon would fall in line behind the Changeling, allowing Sickle to lead the way towards the so called elevator. However the mortal seemed distracted by one of the many display boards, almost prostrating himself to the image for whatever reason. Unless the being on the matter was some manner of deity, yet they didn't quite look the part. Irregardless, Legemeton shuddered and hid body collapsed under his own massive weight.

The bones and viscera would melt into nothingness and leave behind a small girl lying quietly in the remnants of the Demon that once was, her skin and clothing untouched by the awful flesh and blood that made up Legemeton before hand. "D-Damn it, something about that Changeling disrupted my control of the girl.", Legemeton's voice echoed in the mind of the young girl, slowly rousing her until her eyes slowly fluttered open, the pale green hue barely visible in the low light of the room.

"W-Where am I, and who are you? You look like one of the monsters from Mr. Ayumu's books.", Silica spoke softly to the Changeling, taking a moment to pull herself to her feet as the weight of her weighted dress tugged against her some. As she rose to her feet in full, the soft colors of the dress would reveal themselves, her small, delicate hands tucked before herself as she probed the lizard man with her eyes, pondering what exactly he was and what He had been doing to... or with him.

The thought almost bothered her, but she dismissed the fact as no one seemed to have been killed... at least no yet. She would take slow steps around the room, waiting patiently to hear from the monster-like man who seemed distraught by something that perhaps was said or seen. This was the first time she had been in a lab in a long time, the Demon kept her healthy to the point that she hadn't seen a doctor in over five years, rather the dark influence of Legmeton keeping her from becoming sick or harmed for far too long.

Silica was still coming to completely when the Changeling stared getting rather hyper about something... it would take the younghuman girl almost a solid minute to realize that she was what was causing him to act like he was. He must have been here first in his true form, that was the only explanation that Silica could reason for the reaction her being there was illicting.

Silica would tilt her head to the side curiously for a moment, pondering the creature before her. "You don't need to talk down to me. Legemeton showed me what went on... and clearly I've been out for a while. And from the looks of it, so will He.", she spoke with a bit more of an attitude as her mind fully came to. She would take a moment to frown at Sickle, then bring her fingers to her chin in thought.

Shaking her head, Silica would ignore the Changeling and raise one of her hands into the air, tracing a cross shape into the air, at first accomplishing nothing. However, her eyes would shift color as she felt a tingle ripple across her skin. One eye sitting at a pale pink and the other a vibrant green, she had tapped into the Demon's wellspring. She would then trace the shape once more, the cross lingering in the air in red stained fluid like blood, slowly dripping to the floor below.

A tentacle, almost as long as the girl herself, erupted from her arm spilling blood and skin across the floor as it did so. "I'm more than capable of defending myself.", she would muster as her tentacle grasped the table, launching it at what remained of the robots without hesitation. She would let the tentacle wrap around her arm as it sat at a rest, as dragging it along behind her would do more harm than good.

"I'm Silica, and He is Legemeton.", she would tell the Changeling dismissively as she took slow steps over the robots and into the hallway, still getting accustomed to the weighted dress, her movements were a tad sluggish, but manageable. The girl would waste no time making her way into the adjacent hallway. "The plan was to look for an elevator shaft, yes?", Her question echoing back into the room, hoping the Changeling was still listening.

Legemeton was beginning to rouse in the back of the young girl's mind. He felt the girl tapping into his energy... something he had been trying to get her to do for the longest time. Was she finally making headway on learning to utilize his capabilities best. Regardless, he needed a moment to recuperate after whatever that mental shock from the Changeling's mind was, the intensity of it was ridiculous.