La Volpe could only stare in shock as Machiavelli finished his sentence with, "Dios mio."
Ezio was alive alright. But... let's put this nicely at she was not a woman... or a man. How do we know, children? The doctor doesn't even know, that should be evidence enough, and I'll say that much.
The doctor shook his head as he asked through his beaked mask, "Has 'she' always been like this?"
La Volpe shook his head, still speechless, did this mean Ezio was getting better? Or should they be more worried? And how the hell did this happen when the Apple couldn't do anything? So many questions, and he was sure the other two were thinking the same.
"Could you just fix 'her' up?" Machiavelli asked.
The doctor nodded and continued to close the gun wound. Meanwhile Ezio made feeble whimpers of protest, eyes barely open and fists tightening. He almost felt horrible about this. But he'd just have to shove his own feelings to the side and try and be around for "her".
Now at the workshop, they laid Ezio down on the couch while they explained to Leonardo the change. The artist was just as stumped. But what do you do when something strange happens? See what happens if you touch the Apple!
Leonardo came over to Ezio, the Piece of Eden in his hand as he tried to have Ezio touch the Apple. This time, we all gathered around close as the Apple glowed. Did Ezio change? Maybe a tad, he didn't look much different to when he had first met him now. Now they'd have to fix the age, if that would be possible.
"Do you think it might help if he touched it again?" Bartolomeo asked.
Leonardo shook his head, "I don't think it works like that."
"But what if it does?" The Mercenary Captain reasoned. "We might be keeping him in his current state longer because we don't know what will happen."
Though there was a look of doubt in Leonardo expression he nodded and tried once again.
This time around, the light is blinding! La Volpe found him crippling on the floor as a ring blasted the inner walls of his skull! As quickly as it came, it was gone. And the thief did a double take on himself before anything, everything seemed normalish, aside from a ringing headache and feeling like he couldn't breathe.
"Is everyone alright?" Leonardo asked.
Machiavelli, who had stumbled backward and fell of the stool by the workbench, pulled himself off the ground. "We know what we aren't doing again." La Volpe saw something strange, like there was something wrong with the philosopher, because he didn't remember the man having a hunch.
"Machiavelli?" La Volpe brought himself up onto a chair as he tried to clear his head. "When did you get a hunch?"
The man made a confused look, then touched his shoulder before going wide eyed and starting to undo the belt that kept his cloak on. And in record time, he undressed him down to his trousers and boots. But no one said anything, they were all staring at Machiavelli's back.
There sat a pair of bird wings! No joke, bird wings! Large, auburn bird wings. And everyone was either jaw dropped and just plain speechless as Machiavelli was trying to see them over his shoulder.
"Did anyone else get effected?" Leonardo asked, still too distracted by Machiavelli's wings to honestly look back ot the others.
"Did it do anything to Ezio?" Machiavelli asked back. Which made the artist turn to check, bringing them all to the realization that Ezio had turned back to a woman. "What about the rest of you?"
Volpe twitched an ear. Wait, ears don't twitch! He reached up into his hood and felt two fuzzy triangular objects on the top of his head, and where he'd normally have ears, there was none at all! On top of that, something was pressed up against his back. He reached back and found his hand coiled around a long fluffy thing. "Uh, I don't mean to alarm anyone, but does this count as normal?"
He pulled his hood down and move the fluffy thing, which he guessed was a tail, because it was attatched to where a tail should be, out to where everyone could see. Bartolomeo was first to say something other then "what the hell" or "oh my god". "Now your name really suits you."
Now able to see the tail, he was annoyed by the fact that Bartolomeo was right, and the tail was indeed that of a fox. "Does this get any stranger?"
Machiavelli chuckled, "I find it ironic."
"Go jump off a building." La Volpe grumbled.
Bartolomeo finished checking himself as he said, "Nothing happened to me."
Leonardo nodded, "Nor me."
"Did you stumble backwards when you had Ezio touch the Apple?" Machiavelli asked.
Bartolomeo shook his head while Leonardo answered with a simple "no".
Leonardo then added, "Maybe it had something to do with it. Or it's just coincidence."
"Or you'll sprout a lion tail and whiskers in your sleep while I look in the mirror tomorrow and find that I look more like some animal." Bartolomeo guessed.
Machiavelli looked at Volpe then to the two, "I don't see why I got bird wings. The fox ears and tail on Volpe, sure. But why wings on me?"
"I'm not sure." Leonardo sighed as he shook his head. "But we definately can't let you go outside like that."
"So we're stuck here." La Volpe concluded.
Leonardo nodded, "I'm sorry, but what if someone is to find you like that?"
For that, the thief had no answer. Normally he'd run, but now he was beginning to feel like he'd risk being shot if he did so.
So yeah, more screwy things happen thanks to the Apple. Originally Volpe would start playing aorund and turn everyone into girls, but I figured it'd be more fun to watch them squirm with their new found body parts. Sorry if it's not what you guys were expecting.
Another thing I'd like to make clear, I KNOW about all the spelling mistakes I made and still am making. You don't need to tell me what I already know. I don't like dealing with the whole "oh you misspelled this and that". Review because you like the story or you have a suggestion BESIDES spelling errors and typos.