Geoffrey finished his meal in silence, while Jonathan continued to test his new form's range of motion, and capabilities. He watched the ekon while the gears in his mind turned. The idea wasn't the most reckless he'd come up with, but, he still wasn't thrilled with it.

With a sigh, he pushed the empty bowl away, and scooted his chair back. "Reid," he called, hoping to catch the other's attention.

"Yes hunter?" Jonathan looked up from testing how well he could follow the dance steps he remembered, mostly for something to do and a bit of curiosity.

"I'm probably gonna' regret this." McCullum muttered to himself. "Would you be willing ta' spot me if I tried walking on my hind-legs right now?" He scratched at his chin. "I don't fancy falling flat on my face and possibly breaking this oversized nose I've got right now." His hoof trailed up to poke at the bridge of his muzzle, a frown on his face. "I don't think both of us need to be walking around with crooked snouts."

"...Was that a jab at my-" Reid placed one hoof over his muzzle and waved the other one. "Nevermind." He lowered himself back down onto all fours. "How did you want to go about this?"

One hoof tapped on the arm of the chair. He really didn't like the idea, but it was the safest. With their current luck though, someone was liable to walk in at the worst moment. "Yer shadows," was Geoffrey's short reply. He huffed, reluctant, but still wanting to regain a sense of normality. "Your control when you grabbed Bonner and Babic was very impressive." He leaned back, "Could you use them to catch or cushion me if I lost my balance?"

Jonathan tapped one hoof against his chin, nodding slowly. "Yes, I can do that." The ekon gave a smirk, "You surprise me though, hunter, that you would willingly let my leechy shadow magic anywhere near your person."

"This is the safest thing I can think of. You could walk next to me, ready to catch me," McCullum said, face impassive, "but if I fell on top of you, Ekon durability or not, how likely do you think it is that those spindly wings of yours would break under our combined weight?" The hunter finished with an unamused look.

Abashed, Reid looked away, shuffling slightly, "Ah, I admit I hadn't thought of that." He turned to give the leathery appendages on his back a look. "What purpose do they serve? Too small for flight…" He trailed off, starting to get lost in thought.

McCullum clapped his hooves together, flinching slightly at the volume. "Focus Doc, getting lost in your own head, again." He dropped from his chair, making his wave over to Reid.

With a shake of his head, Jonathan returned his focus to the hunter approaching him. "My apologies. Did you wish to begin immediately, or?"

"May as well start now, before I have enough time to regret it." Geoffrey took a deep breath, before rearing up on his hind legs, forelimbs splayed out to try and help him balance. He tried to stay as still as he could, testing to see if standing at first would cause any pain in his hips.

Reid backed up, ready to catch the hunter with his shadows if needed. He cast his eyes over McCullum, gaze critical. "How are you feeling, any discomfort?" He started circling him, watching for any pained shaking or twitches.

"No," Geoffrey shook his head. "A bit odd, but no pain just standing like this." He took a tentative step forward, taking care. "Alright, not so hard so far." The hunter took a few more steps, slowly picking up speed, before he tripped over his hooves, forelimbs pinwheeling as he started to fall.

Shadow tendrils shot up from under McCullum, holding him gently above the ground. "Really now, Geoffrey, you need to get a feel for where you should place your hooves before you try speeding up." Jonathan walked over, one hoof lightly brushing the hunter's hip, checking for any possible damage." Did you experience any pain or discomfort before you tripped?"

McCullum wiggled a bit in the shadow's hold, it was cold, and a very odd sensation. "No, nothing, but I may not have been moving long enough to cause any." He flinched when the cold hoof brushed his fur. "Oy! Watch where you're putting your hooves-"

And of course, as if something was mocking them, that was the time Vincent and Vukasin opened the door to McCullum's office, Reid's coat in Serbian's arms.

"Fucking Christ!" and a flush from Vinny and a "Are ve sure they aren't fucking each other?" from Vuka before he held up the coat. "Have your coat, Doktore, but ve can bring it back later, if you and boss are busy."

Jonathan pulled his hoof away as if burned, lowering Geoffrey to the ground slowly, before burying his face in his hooves with a groan. "I do wish you two would remove your minds from the gutter, if only for my mental well being."

"I swear to the Almighty, Babic, Bonner, you two are going on sewer patrol for a month at this rate." McCullum growled out as he was placed back on the floor. He spun around to face the pair after he got his hooves back under him, a cold glare aimed at the captains.

Vinny swatted at Vuka, "Stop it! I don't want to wind up on duty in the sewers again, especially for a month!" In a bid to change the subject, the sniper turned to Reid. "By the way Doc, what the hell do you keep in that coat of yours?!"

Raising his head from his hooves, Jonathan looked at the pair in confusion. "Whatever do you mean?"

That response caused the Priwen captains to stare at the Ekon pony. They traded a look at each other before turning to their leader, Vukasin pointed his thumb at Reid. "Doktore is serious?"

Vincent dragged his hand down his face to muffle his exasperation. "Doc, I nearly fell over when I tried to pick your coat up, it's so heavy!"

With a sigh, Geoffrey buried his face in his hooves, taking a deep breath before looking at Jonathan. "Alright, Reid," the hunter started, one hoof twirling, "how about you give us a general idea of what you usually keep in it then, and don't leave anything out, even if you think it's mundane."

"Um, well," Reid started, puzzled by the request. "Let me see…" He started stroking his chin in thought as he went through a mental inventory. "There's about… a dozen bottles of prepared medications for my patients I was planning to visit tonight. The components to make more if needed." Humming briefly, he continued. "Twelv- no, eighteen vials of the various serums for myself. I think about… twenty or so blood samples from various types of vampires I've fought, the base for my serums."

His ears began to fold back, as with some quick mental calculations he noticed even just the medications would be fairly heavy, not to begin even adding, "Oh, my, um, there's also my weapons." Jonathan stated sheepishly. "The sword, my hacksaw, the cludgel, a scythe, the saber I took from Doris, a machete, a mace, two wooden steaks, a scalpel, three different handguns, a shotgun, an a good amount of ammunition for both types of firearms…" The ekon had enough sense to look sheepish as he realized he was walking around with quite a lot of things in his coat. "Well, at least now I know why the pockets give out so fast…"

McCullum just laid his head down on his desk, biting back curses. "Reid," he started deceptively quiet, "YOU'RE CARRYING A BLEEDING PHARMACY AN' ARMORY IN YOUR DAMNED FANCY TOFF COAT!" The hunter bellowed at the ekon. He dragged hooves down his face. "Did you forget, Reid, that vampires, Ekons more so, are a helluva' lot stronger than humans?" He cut the doctor off with a wave of his hoof. "No, don't answer that."

Jonathan just rubbed one hoof down his foreleg, and if he could blush, the Guards were willing to bet the good doctor would be bright red. "I just like making sure I'm prepared for whatever might crop up, both for medical and combat purposes."

Gingerly handling the very heavy coat, Babic lifted it up a bit. "Vere should I put the good Doktore's coat?" He eyed the beat-up old coat rack McCullum had been using. "Think that hunk of scrap vood break if I tried hanging it up."

Looking around, Geoffrey pointed at a sturdy looking armchair in his office, "Place it there," he turned to Jonathan, "Any way in particular it should be placed so you can quickly reach what you need?"

"The lining face out would be the most useful right now." Reid stated, "that way I can get the medications out and start a list of what's going to whom, and I can pass that along to Mr. O'Connor." He made his way over to the chair, so he could start immediately.

It took a bit of care and quick thinking, but Vukasin managed to get the doctor's coat onto the chair without the weapons tearing it up, or any of the medicine bottles breaking. He quickly got out of Reid's way, not wanting to get bowled over by the determined pony.

The group let the ekon be while he sorted through the medications to be delivered, the scratch of pen on paper filling the air. Vincent scratched at his head as he turned to his boss, "So, umm, what were you and the Doc doing this time?"

McCullum rolled his head to look at the sniper, "Seeing if I could move around as easily on my hind legs as Reid was, or if it was his leechy disposition that allowed him to do so without hurting himself." He picked his head up, tapping one hoof on his desk, "I need to figure out a way to fight like this, and if I can work on two legs, it'll be less I need to adjust to."

"Could alvays just take leeches out at the knees and then pulp their skulls vith hooves." Babic chipped in, making his way back over to the desk. Arms crossed as he watched Geoffrey. "You going to try valking again vhile Doktore is face-down in list?"

He ran a hoof through his hair, "I'm gonna' need to," McCullum picked his head up, giving both the captains a nasty grin before dropping from his seat. "Now, which one of you two are volunteering to spot me?"

Bonner quickly clapped his hand on Babic's shoulder, "Vuka will do it." He gave the large Serbian archer a shit-eating grin. "Doctor's orders, I need to take it easy for a bit."

Vukasin grumbled under his breath, moving over to stand by McCullum. "How you vant to do this?" Arms crossed and looking down at his shrunken boss.

He slowly got to his hind hooves, keeping his forehooves braced on his desk. "Just..." Geoffrey trailed off, sighing. "Just stay sort of close to me and be ready to grab me if I start tipping over."

Giving the leader of Priwen a nod, Babic stood a foot or so back as he watched the hunter move away from the desk, forelimbs held out in an attempt to help keep his balance. Steps still a little shaky, but paying better mind to where he was walking, slowly becoming surer.

With Vincent watching the amusing situation, Vukasin trailing McCullum, and Reid finishing up his list, the man couldn't help but grin at the absurdity of it all.

There was a knock on the doorframe, Gertrude had returned, a bundle of cloth in her arms, a basket hanging off of one. "You boys aren't teasing Mr. McCullum and Dr. Reid again, are you?" She tutted at the captains, making her way into the office, carefully placing the basket and bundle down.

"No, Mum." Vinny jokes from his place against the wall, jabbing one thumb over where Jonathan was finishing sorting and writing down everything needed for his patients. "Brought up Dr. Reid's coat for him, and the boss is seeing if he can walk around on his hinds like the good doctor was earlier."

"Really? Dr. Reid was? How curious." Gertrude looked between Jonathan scrawling away, and Geoffrey slowly walking around the room, Vukasin walking behind. She turned back to the basket, and pulled out something from the pile of cloth, shaking it, revealing a shirt. "I figured once they're both done, we can see if any of these are a close fit, and then I can try to make some simple adjustments." She folded the shirt back up, draping it over her arm.

One ear rotated back, and as the scratch of the pen stopped, Reid turned to face kindly nurse, "Thank you, Mrs. O'Connor." He gave Gertrude a grateful nod before he turned his attention to the sniper leaning against the wall. "Mr. Bonner, would you be so kind as to go inform Mr. O'Connor that I've got the medications sorted, as well as a list of what goes to whom in which districts?"

"Got it Doc, I'll go tell Da." Vincent added with cheek, he gave them a grin and wandered out in search of Priwen's second.

McCullum dropped down back onto all fours, hooves clopping against the floor as he walked to the nurse that had smitten his second. Pleased with the prospect of having somewhat fitting clothes. "It'd be nice to not be prancing about in my skivvies."

She knelt down next to the transformed hunter, her eyes watching him critically. "And how was your attempt, sir? Any pain or discomfort?" Mrs. O'Connor ran her fingers over his hips checking for any potential damage.

Geoffrey sighed and put up with Gertrude's concerned ministrations. "No, ma'am, it felt odd, but not painful or unpleasant." He knew better than to try and get away from the nurse when she was concerned.

The nurse gave a hum, finishing with her impromptu exam, "Well, I don't feel anything wrong, but I'm not well versed in equine anatomy." Gertrude turned her attention back to the basket of clothes, "Would either of you like to start with pants, shirts, or a kilt?"

Waiting for the large bear of a man that is Priwen's second, Jonathan turned his attention to Geoffrey and Gertrude, head tilted in slight confusion. "A kilt? Why a… Oh." He trailed off, remembering the stint Geoffrey had had as a satyr after trying to read the inscription on a fae artifact. "Right, the current configuration of our bodies might make pants difficult or uncomfortable."

That got a groan from the hunter. "I'd really like to not wear the bloody kilt again if I can help it." McCullum held out a hoof, "Let's try a pair of pants, see if I can get those on without too much issue."

"I'll need to get your measurements, first, sir." She pulled a measuring tape out of the basket, unwinding and began to loop it around his barrel. "This way, I have a better idea of what will fit you, and I can either make adjustments as needed, or in Dr. Reid's case, I imagine you'd like me to take them to a tailor to get a proper fitting coat made?" Mrs. O'Connor turned briefly to Jonathan, waiting for his input.

The ekon tilted his head, and ran the toe of his hoof through his beard in thought. "A fitting coat would be nice." Reid quickly turned back to his notebook and began writing down a list of specifications. "Let me finish this, Mrs. O'Connor, and I'll give you the name of a tailor, and enough funds. If you need any more, tell me, if not, feel free to use what's left as you see fit."

"Dr. Reid, that's really not necessary." she started, looking up at the ekon.

Jonathan turned around and quickly held up a hoof. "Mrs. O'Connor," he started, "as an Ekon, I have very, very little I need to spend my pay on, so it really is a non-issue for me." He gave Geoffrey a mildly disgruntled look, "Aside from having to replace or patch a large portion of my wardrobe, though, that hopefully shouldn't be as common an occurrence anymore." He quickly tore out the list, and rummaged about in his pockets before pulling out his wallet and did some mental math, and counted out what he thought would be needed, a little extra. Reid walked over to Gertrude and McCullum. "Here you are, ma'am." He held out the list and funds to the woman who he was sure was a saint with all she'd dealt with.

"If you insist, then, Dr. Reid." Gertrude said with a long suffering sigh, as she took both , carefully placing them in her pocket. She then resumed taking down McCullum's measurements for his current form.

Geoffrey resisted the urge to fidget as she finished up with the last of his measurements, before he was handed a pair of pants. A quiet "Finally," was muttered under his breath as he turned around, half leaning on his desk while he tried pulling on the trousers. It took a few moments, but he managed to get them on. McCullum frowned, taking a few test steps, first on his hind legs, then dropping down on all fours. "It's not as bad as last time, just, I can't believe I'm feckin' saying this, it's not great having my tail jammed down them is all."

Gertrude hummed while she was taking Jonathan's new measurements. She noted down the last she had taken, and turned to Geoffrey, a fabric pencil. "If you turn around sir, let me see where your tail should be. I'll mark it, and later I can darn a hole in the back of those trousers for it."

The hunter grumbled and turned around, trying to hide his flush as he felt the sensation of fingers tracing the location of his tail, and then the pressure of the pencil marking the fabric. Geoffrey carefully got out of the trousers and handed them to Gertrude.

With a nod, she took them and set them to the side, resuming taking Reid's measurements. Only to be stilled by a knock at the door, alerting the group of Vincent's return, with Beamard in tow, each had a crate in arm.

"Vincent told me Dr. Reid had the medicine sorted." The large bear of an Irishman raised an eyebrow at the ekon turned pony that currently had a measuring tape cinched around his barrel.

'Yes, of course." He turns to the nurse, "if you would excuse me for a moment." Jonathan waits a moment while Gertrude removes the measuring tape, before trotting over to the sorted pile on the floor. He pointed to one pile, names and dosage instructions tied to each bottle. "This group is to go to various citizens at the Docks." He flicked his hoof over to the other grouping. "And the set is to go to citizens in Whitechapel."

Bonner, Reid, and O'Connor set about quickly but carefully loading the crates, letting the ekon doctor give them a careful once over before sticking a slip of paper with the correct district in between the slats. "There we are, please let me know if anyone has any trouble getting these where they need to go."

Babic marched over, picking up the crate Bonner had brought up. "Doktore said rest, leech-bait, I'll carry this one." O'Connor just shook his head as he hefted his own bundle, and made his way out to get these to the various patrols as soon as he could, Vukasin and Vincent close at his heels.

Reid trotted back over to Gertrude, and submitted himself to once again have his measurements taken. One slight perk of his state of unlife meant he could in fact, stay absolutely still. This made it much easier to work quickly, and aside from a quick request to open both of his wings to their full span, the kindly nurse was able to finish much faster then she had with McCullum.

She swiftly plucked out a pair of pants from the basket, and held them out to the ekon. "I'm afraid they might be a bit short, Dr. Reid, but these should be the closest to your current measurements." She turned to the hunter, a shirt in hand. "And you, Mr. McCullum, this shirt might fit, but I have concerns over how well it will work over your current anatomy."

The pair took their respective articles of clothing, Reid quickly donning the offered pants, while McCullum attempted to shrug into shirt. While the good doctor walked around testing his range of motion in the borrowed trousers, the hunter took a bit more work and swearing before he got the shirt to sit comfortably on his frame. While Reid stood patiently and got the spot for his tail marked, Geoffrey started going through a series of light exercises to see how well he could move with the shirt on.

"Not too bad," Geoffrey started, "A little awkward on the shoulders, but not impossible." The shirts pulled a little as he rotated one arm, but he'd still be able to move and possibly fight in it. "The buttons are a bit of a pain though, I keep losing my damned grip on them."

Reid snorted a laugh, not very gentlemanly, but the situation was bizarre enough he couldn't quite care. "Would that be because you were focusing too hard on grabbing them?" He was standing still while Gertrude marked two spots along the back of the shirt for his wings.

Once Gertrude was done with marking everything, "Alright, you two play nice, I'll be back in a few hours once I have these adjusted, and Dr. Reid?" She turned to Jonathan, "I'll put in the order for the coat with your current measurements in the morning."

"Thank you, Mrs. O'Connor." Reid gave her a smile, and the best bow he could on four legs.

Geoffrey sighed, flopping onto the floor in exasperation, "It hasn't even been a full day yet. This curse sucks, but at least we should have pants soon." McCullum huffed, "That'll be more than I can say happened last time."

With a sigh of agreement, Reid sank to his belly, stretching his wings lazily. "Too true, hunter, too true."