V steps back, as much in apprehension as out of more mundane caution - if their expectations of how this should work are incorrect, even at best they're going to be very off-balance.
They take a moment to reflect on the method of change, centering their focus on the sigil, on what their normal form feels like-
M-Bot shoots up in the air when they start screaming, the drone darting around in worry as light courses through their body. They're still not really used to this kind of pain, and doubtless the noise will draw attention.
Just like the last time, when they managed to make theirself small, the next step left them very, very large: a hulking felinoid with much in the way of fur and muscle, and no traits that would scream 'Synth'.
The screaming stops belatedly, V shaking their head, and they attempt to breathe through the pain, to sink into it again. Complaining won't help, and they're not sure this form can exactly speak.
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They take a moment to reflect on the method of change, centering their focus on the sigil, on what their normal form feels like-
M-Bot shoots up in the air when they start screaming, the drone darting around in worry as light courses through their body. They're still not really used to this kind of pain, and doubtless the noise will draw attention.
Just like the last time, when they managed to make theirself small, the next step left them very, very large: a hulking felinoid with much in the way of fur and muscle, and no traits that would scream 'Synth'.
The screaming stops belatedly, V shaking their head, and they attempt to breathe through the pain, to sink into it again. Complaining won't help, and they're not sure this form can exactly speak.