3. Self Experimentation
You would try meditation first. It wasn't as if you couldn't go out and ask for help later, but you wanted to at least try and find out more yourself first.
Meditation was supposed to be easy, right?
Moving your pillow onto the floor, you got into position. Crossing your legs, making sure you were sitting correctly, hands in position and eyes closed. And now you just had to... mediate.
Apparently, meditation was nowhere near as easy as advertised. How were you supposed to just not think anyway? It had something to do with breathing of course, but maybe you were missing something else too.
Before you spent half an hour or more just experimenting, you decided to just grab your phone and your trusty headphones (cord replaced twice already, but they still worked). The internet had to have some instructions, this was supposed to be popular after all and if you could find enough commonalities, you would just work from there. There were even videos to help you along.
Well, maybe not for your particular situation, but in general and in theory. You donned the headphones, made sure they sat comfortably and pressed play.
No matter how silly you might feel in the process.
You breathed.
You didn't know exactly how long you felt just breathing, letting the various sensations pass by.
It was nothing like what anime and literature had promised you. Nothing like some internal font of power or any such thing, just peaceful. Peaceful and difficult to maintain. You had to keep reminding yourself not to get distracted, to just let those thoughts pass by. Let the voice fade into the background. Se the musing to help yourself relax, no matter how tense you were.
But the feeling at the back of your mind didn't go away.
You couldn't stop being simultaneously apprehensive and at peace with it and what it might be doing to you. Did it mean anything if you didn't feel any different? Your thoughts felt slower somehow.
You didn't know how much time had passed, but the soft music helped somehow. The voice was silent and you had time. Time to look at this strange new sensation and feel it out slowly. Like a link at the back of your mind, you could feel the exact shape of The Serpent moving over your skin. Direct it like an extra limb that was both yours and different somehow. The Serpent was a part of you, but it wasn't like your hand or your foot.
Really, if it had felt like a hand or a foot, that would have been concerning all on its own. But it didn't. It was both distant and not. You could tug at it, carefully at first, just like you could push it. You could somehow move yourself towards it, but that was more difficult. You could move away without any resistance and yet it was linked to your mind, even if it didn't whisper to you like you would imagine being possessed or having some sort of weird passenger to be like.
There was no real mind behind it. No consciousness you could feel, just very vague urges. Feelings and sensations, flowing weakly from it to you. Calm and considering, without judgment.
You stepped closer.
You pushed into the space in between that you didn't understand and that seemed to push you back and tug at you at the same time, in all directions, until you suddenly shot through.
The Serpent engulfed you.
It swallowed you whole until every sensation had changed in a confusing instant and you could suddenly see again.
Your eyes wouldn't close, but everything was a little less distinct. You couldn't see colour as you had before and your stomach was directly resting on soft, warm fabric that seemed so much bigger than your pillow had been, even if you hadn't moved.
Flexing your muscles and scales against it, it was easy to push off the material and move yourself forwards, all without even needing to think about your arms and legs. You could lift your head and move it all around so easily, just as long as you compensated with the rest of your body and kept up your muscle tension. Maneuvering your head into all sorts of positions was easy.
It took you entirely too long to realise that you were supposed to have arms and legs and that the fabric under you didn't just grow.
But all you could see behind you was a long body covered in smooth scales, patterned in beige, green, brown and black. Long and slender instead of the bulk of a boa or python and you could move all of it as if you had always been able to. As if this was completely normal and nothing to be concerned about at all even if you had just lost your hands and your body used to look completely different.
You could even still hear the music coming from the headphones next to your head. Which was far, far too small now.
The distorted surface of your headphones' metal parts showed you a slender, blunt head merging seamlessly with the neck and relatively large, round eyes. You tasted it with your tongue with one swift flick. There were so many more flavors in the air than you could ever have guessed. Like what you had lost in visual acuity was being paid back many times in this different world of scents.
And of course, your human scent was all over the room, but your pillow smelled of detergent and feathers too. The headphones tasted metallic, the leather was something else entirely, the wooden floors had their own taste and even each plank of wood was faintly distinct. You had moved off your warm pillow without even thinking. Flicking your tongue here and there, tasting your backpack, your jacket, your notes inside, your chair and your keys. You could even get back onto your bed even if it wasn't quite as easy.
You weren't exactly a long snake after all.
Which somewhat got back to the crux of the matter.
If your roommate found you, she would scream. You couldn't talk like this, you had no way of explaining at all and even if you theoretically knew how to do this, there was no guarantee you could just turn back the same way and forget this ever happened.
Maybe you should have found someone to help first. This was absolutely influencing the way you thought and you lived in Gotham. You knew what altered states of mind could do to people, even the natural forms, never mind something like this. You couldn't even make any noise but to hiss in alarm and to tap the ground with your body.
This had to be reversible. Right?
You could still feel something at the back of your mind, something else. But you couldn't focus. You were stuck as a snake!
What would you do if you couldn't fix this? This was exactly why you should have been more careful. No more experimentation unless you knew what you were doing or had help. You could use your mouth to write, maybe, but if something worse happen, you might be well and truly screwed.
But first, you had to try and fix this. You had to calm down. You were still alive, you could still think something vaguely resembling rationally at least. You had absolutely no desire to ut on a ridiculous costume and rob a bank. You could fix this, just as long as you breathed. There were ways out of this. You couldn't afford to panic, just calm down...
Breathe.
In and out.
You were fine. You couldn't close your eyes, but you were fine. You would find a way out, you just had to focus.
Nothing going on around you mattered. Just breathe. Not the chair, not the pillow, not the cool air or the feeling of wood on your scales or the many tastes in the air. Just let it go. Just focus on yourself. The Serpent was calm, you could be calm too. You could see it, you could feel it very differently. That connection you had made, pushing you back. The weird, fuzzy space in between pulling you in so many ways.
The sudden darkness as everything expanded and you felt yourself lying on the floor with something poking your hip and your toe being jammed against a bedpost.
But you could only roll over and stare at the ceiling.
You would never do this sort of thing again without someone to help or at least call help if you passed out. Or if you ended stuck in a way that wouldn't allow you to do so yourself.
That was way too close.
You weren't even doing anything illegal. There was nothing you could be charged with, apart from the danger of telling the government you were a meta. But between that and getting stuck, you might want to reconsider your priorities. But first, you just closed your eyes and rested.
It had to be about noon when you woke back up with a new set of aches and pains and extracted your headphones from underneath your hip.
But what now?
[ ] Tell your roommate Malaya. She should be in and just in case something like this happens again, she would be able to call for help. You had no guarantee you wouldn't do anything weird to yourself in your sleep.
[x] Go to a church and dip your hands in some holy water right now. Just to be sure. And then take a few water bottles with you just in case it doesn't do anything and you can convince a priest to bless them. They might come in handy later and it never hurts to be prepared. Especially since you had no idea if this might make you more attractive to magical threats.
[X] Go looking for an expert on magic. It's not just a weird tattoo. It might do all sorts of things and you should really get help before you manage to do something worse to yourself.
[ ] Ask for help at the museum. Maybe there actually was some information they had on what you had come into contact with and could tell you what exactly you were dealing with. It wasn't as if this sort of thing was illegal and you would end up arrested, although they might insist you get cleansed. And they might even have a point there too.
[ ] Write in
Parietal Eye unlock 1/?
Heat vision unlock 1/2
Partial transformation unlock started
The Serpent GP +3
The Serpent current GP: 4
Charissa has unlocked Full transformations. Transforms into her Mark.
Other Marks would have taken a bit longer to get to this point, but she's gotten a pretty good scare out of it too.