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Thread: Shapeless Heart [Jeufufns and Sigr]

The slime turned to the new source of sound, another human it seemed, and yet oh so different from the unfortunate ones that ventured into the cave. Even if the slime had trouble to make sense of what she was yelling, it could garner some meaning from her expression. Those pale blue eyes, were different from the brown ones it was mimicking, and not just in color. The slime lacked the words for the fear in the brown ones, or the determination in those blues, but they were as different as night and day. Dragged away from the path of the cougar, the slime's instincts to defend and dissolve briefly returned, although they didn't shake its borrowed form. The slime didn't want to hurt no more living things, and it yet couldn't make a difference between animals and people, so it's only option was either to get mauled by that creature, testing the unknown limits if its endurance or follow that newcomer of the blue eyes. Run! the slime echoed, soon seeing that they could move along the forest quickly, dodging shrubs and trees. The ones that interrupted the slime's rest didn't do any running, even if they could as well have, they stood their ground and tried to fight it in vain. Why was that? It's superiority was clear after engulfing the one it was mirroring at that moment. The slime had a most generic knowledge of the composition of a person after dissolving the looters in its form, but lacked the background to make sense of the most of it. Those beings felt like they had a lot of fluid in their bodies, and yet they didn't seem capable of changing how they looked, although the slime haven't seen two that were identical, and they covered their forms with things that didn't belong to their bodies. Beyond seeing like a person saw the world, the slime was able to perceive the surroundings with it's body. The heat of the woman in front, of the cougar further behind, the vibrations of their movements and the sounds around them, the changes on the air. It was that keen perception of vibration what allowed it to make a voice as easily as it could reproduce the cougar's growl, vibrating its own body even if the slime didn't know what a vocal cord was. It seemed that the creature they were fleeing from had lost interest, or at least it's presence was vanishing into the distance. With the minimal grasp of what words may mean the slime said, even if it was with a borrowed voice, what was its first sentence of its own. No run, no run. Run no it tried the order in both ways, seeing if any of them had the desired effect of making that woman stop, as there was nothing to run from anymore.
Thread: Shapeless Heart [Jeufufns and Sigr]

Emaline would have liked to think she was doing the right thing but the girl was making it hard. She was stiff, she was cold, she didn't seem to know what was going on. But she didn't have time to dwell on it, and the stiffness was forgotten after she let go. They were running from a cougar after all. She still couldn't fathom this girl's reaction, but perhaps it was the shock that made her so unresponsive. Who knows, maybe she would have reacted the same way at her age. Hearing the woman talk made it less a question of who and more a question of getting away from that damn Cougar. She had a little head start on the girl and was thus further away, yet her words still reached her. 'No run' and 'Run No'......the girl didn't seem able to speak Taracian. Was she of another tribe? Perhaps now that she got a better look at her. She stopped as commanded, turning to face the slime. She was still kind of weird in the way she moved, but nothing she could spot. But there were other weird things about her. Her skin was so....glossy. Plastic, of course, hadn't been invented yet so the best thing she could compare it to was wet skin, only a lot more clear and obviously not wet. And everything looked a little....fake, as if the details were off, the little almost unperceivable movements that could still make a difference in how you were perceived. And she wasn't breathing.....that was a thing. Emaline noticed and immediately put a hand below the slime's bosom, trying to feel her breath. She wasn't breathing. In all her days she had never encountered a species that didn't breathe. What are you even..... she murmured, looking quite surprised as she stepped to the slime's side, taking in her profile. She was more intrigued if anything, a new expression for the slime to analyse. What....language do you speak? Oh....nevermind... she murmured, thinking herself silly for asking such a thing. How would the girl understand her enough to answer? We.... she started, trying to figure out what to do as she tried to think of some hand signs. Sometimes they were necessary, or at least were when she was still travelling as a young woman. She gestured to both of them with a sweeping hand motion, before mimicking the walk of a humanoid with two fingers. Then, she straightened her fingers, pointing towards the nearby village. You couldn't see much of it since it wasn't as big as Taracus, but it was a nice little outpost with a few families and a lot of younger women. Not that she wanted anything from them but she thought her daughter might enjoy the company of people of her age. She only hoped this woman would understand her. It was best if she tried to properly communicate with her once she got home.
Thread: Shapeless Heart [Jeufufns and Sigr]

The words seemed to have worked, as Emaline stopped. The slime was glad that it worked, as it meant hope to do anything else but kill of be killed. As Emaline looked at the slime, inspected it, touched its abdomen, the slime also inspected back. That being was as complex a creature as the ones it had consumed, all sorts of moving parts that acted seemingly independently even if they were one being. The slime could feel her heat, the subtle noise and vibration of all the stuff moving under the skin, but it couldn't quite understand it yet. As Emaline touched, the slime caressed back, noticing that the skin felt differently. Shifting a bit, like a ripple in water when a stone was thrown, the slime's skin approached Emaline's soft touch, fleshy look and pleasuring warmth. Language the slime nodded, not understanding what it meant yet, but sounding something desirable. The people it had engulfed had fed it a universe of information and also made it self aware, but the slime had trouble parsing it all, ordering it, giving it context. Memories muddled with feelings, mixed with knowledge and mingled with stories, the slime couldn't separate what the ones consumed knew from what they believed, what fiction they told or what they felt. The gesture to use the legs at a lower speed than run was fairly easy to understand, so the slime followed Emaline around. Maybe it could learn more from the woman that helped the slime, saved it. It sure was willing to do so, there wasn't a way to really return the ones it killed to life, but maybe it could try and make up for it, stop being something bad and start being someone good. The slime now absorbed knowledge at the same speed that it was designed to devour everything else, perceiving all small details and painting a picture of how things were. The surroundings and their workings were easy, even if beautiful in their own way a rock or a tree were mostly simple things. But people? Just the one in front of the slime seemed a universe of her own, and there were bound to be more and more of them where they were going.
Thread: Shapeless Heart [Jeufufns and Sigr]

The girl seemed to be grasping things well but as Emaline expected, things were getting a little more difficult for her. Still, she couldn't believe how easy this was so far. Then again, this girl only had to assign meaning to words she already knew in another language right? The nuances were still missing but she was confident the girl would pick them up at some point. Besides, they weren't that important, at least that's what she thought. She nodded diligently as the girl tried out the different words she'd just learned, putting them to use, like a child exploring the world. And she got it right too...most of the time. After she'd learned 'on top' as well, she knew how to redo the 'blueberry table' sentences from before. Smaller and bigger language wasn't exactly correct from a linguistic point of view, but correcting it would only confuse the girl. Better to give her a knowledge of broadly used words than to hammer around on the little things. Her smile grew a little when the girl grasped the meaning of difference. It was getting harder and harder to see this girl as a grown-up woman. She was learning things like a child. She's had this thought a few times before, but perhaps that had just been her reminiscing over teaching her own child. But the girl was trying to tell her something. Her voice lowered, doubt flowing into it. It was to be expected when she tried to form sentences with such limited knowledge of the language, but this seemed to be on a whole other level. Her smile disappeared as the girl continued. The answer to who regarding herself would be Emaline. The question of who regarding herself would be unknown. Perhaps...perhaps this girl was suffering from memory loss. Maybe that was the reason she forgot her language. But usually, that wasn't how it worked. But they didn't know enough about memory loss to say, even Emaline could realise that. She was describing herself in a very odd light as if there were two of her? She said she housed nothing inside, that she hunted herself? Sounded somewhat philosophical but the girl seemed too confused to be talking about some kind of religious quest. You eat......yourself? How? she asked, realising the girl had no idea of knowing what how meant. This was going to be tricky... Yet, her curiosity was craving an answer to this mystery. It was quite practical that she had left the pots and lid on the table. Grasping the lid again, she closed the grain pot before gently tilting it so that the girl could see. What is inside the pot? she asked before lifting the lid, revealing the grain inside. Grain is inside the pot. I showed you what is inside the pot she said, growing a little impatient out of excitement. Now show me, she asked gently, hoping the girl could elaborate some way. She knew trying to squeeze information out of her was just going to make her lose confidence even further, so she tried to be very gentle about it. She was a very gentle woman, something the slime could clearly feel, so it wasn't hard.
Thread: Shapeless Heart [Jeufufns and Sigr]

Communication came to a break as the words didn't cover what the trouble was, what the slime felt. There was no way to make Emaline understand, as the slime didn't know her language yet. Even if the slime was feeling down and terribly alone again after finding someone that may had helped it know the world, Emaline didn't give up so easily. Show. Show... the slime understood the notion of translating an idea into gestures, visuals, but how to do it with such a complex thing was almost impossible. If Emaline wasn't going to surrender, the slime wouldn't either. The slime went to the rice pot and returned with a bowl full of it to the table. Emaline, seat the slime said, pointing to a seat beside its own. As quickly as possible, the slime made a crude drawing in the shape of stick figures with rice, then next to them, a big circle made of rice. Me. Different. What the slime said, pointing at the circle, hoping Emaline understood. No! Please don't! the slime added, pointing to the first figure, repeating exactly the first words of the slime Emaline had heard in the forest. Then, moving the rice grains that formed the circle, the slime surrounded the three figures. Grain by grain, in a gesture that seemed deliberate and painful, the slime undid the figures, incorporating their rice to the big circle. Me. No what. Who the slime said, trying to explain how it had stopped being a thing, turned into a person. Using then the grain that formed the circle, it moved them until it became a human shaped stick figure. Picking more rice from the bowl, the slime made some kind of four legged creature and another human. No! Please don't! the slime said once more, pointing to the circle turned person. What are you doing, you're triggering its hunting instincts! the slime pointed to the new human figure, repeating the same words used by the woman. Emaline. You she added, moving its finger from the stick figure to her. Me. No what. Who the slime said sad, pointing at its stick figure, then at its own borrowed face. Me. Who. Unknown. Nothing. Empty said, sounding more and more heartfelt as time passed, slowly starting to be able to convey feelings on the tone of voice. Show the slime said, picking up the rice and putting it back as it had seen Emaline do.
Thread: Shapeless Heart [Jeufufns and Sigr]

The slime gasped, feeling Emaline's embrace, her gentle touch. That gesture went above and beyond words, making the slime feel better. It still knew that such care, such acceptance even if welcome, was also based on seemingly not understanding the whole story, or so the slime thought. Who would hug a people devouring creature after all? The embrace also gave the slime the chance to feel her close, to learn more about the hair, about the clothes, almost an unconscious process for the sensitive creature. The opposite of nothing? the slime wondered as Emaline broke the hug, having trouble around the concept of being everything. It was true that it could shift into many shapes and that the boundaries of what it could do had been barely tested but still... Yes, circle it insisted when Emaline asked, but she soon turned the circle into a human shape, showing that she still didn't quite understand. Change the slime nodded, maybe they were on the right track, but Emaline was anxious to know, eager to see. She needed to understand and it seemed that there was no other way to do it, even if it scared her away. Show? Show the slime said, getting up from its seat and standing on the room. It wouldn't be its truest form, if something could be considered that, since the room wasn't big enough, but since it could easily shift its size, the slime decided that it could reveal its true shape without worrying about the size. The girl's started to turn bile green, both skin and clothes, features blurring like a fresh painting drenched in water, until the girl was no more and what remained was a formless emerald lump, a gelatinous sphere that resembled a circle the best it could. Flattened at the base for better support, the slime just stood there, if standing was a definition for something like that. Change the slime said, mimicking the seat that was next to it to perfection. Change repeated, into a reproduction of the woman outside, half done basket and all. Change said one last time, back to the slime form. It wasn't like the slime was limited to imitate, but it would need more information to really dare to create a shape beyond what it had seen. A small and short tentacle protruded from the mass, pointing at the woman. Emaline the slime said with its sad tone, even if there was no mouth to be seen. Unknown added, pointing to itself.
Thread: Shapeless Heart [Jeufufns and Sigr]

The slime felt bad as it shown that it had not only surprised Emaline, but also scared her. She was brave enough to not panic, to not run outside, but the slime feared that it had lost the first person it had really met, that it had really taught the slime valuable things that went beyond words. But Emaline didn't gave up easily, being much braver than the slime gave credit to. Far from getting away, she approached back once the surprise was starting to fade. The slime flinched a bit when she approached, its form jiggling a little, but it calmed down as Emaline caressed it. The gentle nature of that touch, the warmth she transmitted... the slime didn't have a word for the wide selection of feelings that touch caused, but it was good. The slime hummed softly, strangely similar to the purring of a cat, even if it had never seen one. Emaline. Person the slime said, a little tendril caressing her arm back. Name. Unknown. Nothing it added, sounding doubtful. Name me change person? Me name me person? the slime wondered if having a name would make it a person. What change who added. A name could help the slime being a thing, something to be addressed with a what, and start being who. The slime didn't know who it wanted to be, who it could be, but it knew that it didn't want to keep being a thing made to kill, a weapon. Maybe, just maybe, even if weird, the slime could be a person. Yes. Name the slime begged. Unknown change known, me person name added, eager, needy. It just a few hours with Emaline, the slime didn't just learn a bunch of words, but thanks to how expressive she was, how honest she was, it was starting to pick up ways to express feelings beyond words, just with the face and body.
Thread: Shapeless Heart [Jeufufns and Sigr]

Savia couldn't understand most of the discussion between Emaline and Thiya, but she could feel the tone of their voices changing as it progressed, seeing Thiya slowly go from fear and disgust to a degree of tolerance and trust, all thanks to Emaline abandoning her unusual hard tone and being back to her most gentle self. Savia didn't like how sad Thiya seemed to be, having a bit of trouble parsing disappointment, and she felt lighter, happier, when Thiya slowly stepped up closer. Emaline approached as well, her tender words echoing her gestures, her touch as she caressed Thiya's face. The closer Savia was, the more wondrous, complex and fascinating Thiya seemed. Her skin, even if smooth, it had small things here and there, be them a small mole or a cute wrinkle that vanished depending on the expression. Savia slowly and carefully extended an arm, brushing her hair with those borrowed fingers, traveling along the brow with a thumb, barely even touching an eyelash. And it wasn't just how it looked and felt, the behavior was fascinating, seeing how the hair fell when left alone, how her face changed almost imperceptibly, not to mention somewhat rhythmic things like breathing or blinking. Savia lacked the need for those, so until she grew accustomed to do them automatically, she had to be focusing on them. Breathing was easy as it followed a mostly stable pace, but blinking was still a bit unnerving, as it seemed to happen at random and Savia couldn't be sure when it was too much and when too little. After a few minutes in front of that surreal mirror, Savia backed off a bit, her face the perfect image of Thiya, and yet not. A stranger couldn't tell them apart, but for anyone that knew her, it was obvious by her expressions, her behavior, that it wasn't her. Change better Savia said. Thiya still looked surprised, suspicious, perhaps even a bit scared or disgusted, but Savia couldn't help but smile and nod, and would give Thiya her thanks if she knew how. Body unknown. Clothes? Savia wondered what to do next. The skin wasn't the same in all the body than in the parts she could see, but it was a good enough approach to cover that part. Her torso was still a barren land, a clean slate to work on. She could try to mimic Thiya's clothes and fix what seemed to give her trouble, judging by the look on her eyes, but Savia waited to see what Emaline thought of her efforts.
Thread: Shapeless Heart [Jeufufns and Sigr]

As Savia stood, glad that Emaline's eyes shone with approval, it was Thiya's reaction the one that surprised her. As the girl caressed her, played with her hair, Savia could feel a newfound warmth inside her that she couldn't quite name, a feeling that she didn't have yet a word for, nor an outlet to express. Leaning in to Thiya's touch, yearning for more, glad that her words and face reflected acceptance, Savia smiled back to her. Hands, arm. Elbow, shoulder Savia voiced, as Emaline had found a new task for her, to keep completing her mirror form. As Thiya lifted her hand, this time being more than willing to let the strange newcomer touch her, Savia soon hold her hand with both her own crude copies. Her fingers traveled along the contour of the nails, and delicately picking the tips of Thiya's fingers, she moved them to see how they flexed. If the lines on the palm of Thiya's hands were a map, the ones on the fingertips were a labyrinth, a complex detailed pattern that almost didn't change how the skin felt unless you were as sensitive as Savia. Touching past the knuckles, Savia touched the veins around the hand and specially the wrist in awe, marveling at the pulse of Thiya's blood. Thump, thump Savia voiced, trying to follow the beat along Thiya's arm, caressing her with the palm of her hand as she did so. It would be a task impossible for a person, but Savia had an easier time doing so, so her hand ended up resting above Thiya's heart, feeling her heartbeat and her breath. Hands, arm, elbow, shoulder Savia reminded herself, returning to inspect the joints and wonders of Thiya's upper limbs. Leaving Thiya's arm after inspecting the shoulder and armpit with her fingertips, she reached to take Thiya's other arm. Different she whispered, traveling the length of it, even if faster since most of the differences were small details that normally wouldn't be visible. Stretching her arms in front of her, between Savia and Thiya, she focused on changing them, an almost invisible ripple moving along the length of both limbs. They were arms before, but lacked detail, like a blurry reflection or the sight of someone with troubled vision, they lacked definition, specially with their working of the joints. A few seconds later, they were perfect, as Thiya herself had said before, and Savia left them risen for both women to inspect them. Good? she asked, hopeful.
Thread: Shapeless Heart [Jeufufns and Sigr]

Savia enjoyed the compliments, the touching, the caresses causing a strange kind of warmth inside. She leaned towards every pat, every squeeze of her form, brushing of her hair, craving the loving touch, the acceptation. Maybe she wasn't all that bad, maybe she could be good and make amends for what she did when mindless, although those lives couldn't be returned anymore. Savia noticed the questions, the stares between Emaline and Thiya, the younger one glancing at the door. Something was going on differently than it had happened until that moment, and it seemed to be related to revealing the body under the clothes. Savia kind of understood that it wasn't something to be done in front of everyone, although she was far from understanding when and where was appropriate. The reveal gave lots to think about to Savia. First it was the matter of how the mouth was constructed, how many things it hide inside, each of them with their own function. Savia leaned in, her face close to Thiya's as she inspected her mouth, touched her lips. She noticed a wince of discomfort when she tried to touch the tongue, seeing it move and coil like it was a different living being. It was quite interesting, and the mouth itself was wet inside, so Savia tried to mimic the contents of it the best she could, even if the complexity of it called for a more detailed examination. The navel mouth was a bit easier, as it was simpler but it was still a daunting challenge to mimic parts without knowing the workings that made them useful. For now, it would have to suffice, as she was reserving some interesting bits for last. Savia touched and caressed Thiya's waist, trying to replicate the curve of it, how it flexed, but her eyes were stuck to her breasts. The shape and color were easy enough to do, but while Thiya's seemed to jiggle when she moved, only to return to their set position. Savia wanted to touch, to explore, but she had seen how Thiya had looked at Emaline and how she didn't touch them while explaining the names of each part, so Savia was wary. Ah, feel? Savia asked, her eyes moving from Thiya to her breasts. Change better. Feel she tried to explain, asking for permission to touch her there. Savia took one of Thiya's hands to Savia's breasts, showing that it was fine and so that she could feel that they weren't right, not yet. Feel? she asked again.