Abilities (Digimon/Non)

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Jag rubbed his neck and turned his head sharply to the left, then to the right, his neck joints cracking both times. A rather evil looking sneer appeared on his muzzle as if he was about to do something wicked, but ended up frowning at the sudden flood of emotions rushing to his head. He hadn't used his empathy in a while as it had been blocked by the brainwave suppressor, but now that it was open again, he had to remember how to shut it out. He was overjoyed by the waves of relief, joy and playfulness the shifters and ------ gave out, his emotions mimicking theirs. The strongest feeling the genetic experiment got was hope. They could scape now.

Terry sighed and rubbed his wrist. It felt good to be free of the bracelet, though he didn't really care much for his powers anyway. He blushed as one by one the shifters stripped and watched in awe as one by one, they transformed to their were-forms. They were big and beautiful creatures, and their playfulness was infectious. He couldn't help but chuckle.

A heavy sounding CLUNK resounded around the gazebo, making Terry jump as Z's heavy collar fell to the ground, exposing the indentation the collar made on his furry neck, as well as the ring of puncture marks just barely hidden beneath his thick, gray fur from the large needles that injected chemicals into him periodically. The wolf didn't change at all though. He had too much silver compound injected into his bloodstream by now. It'd take some time for his body to purge it all, so he was stuck in his false form for now.

Viz looked down at his chest, where a red hot, curved blade slid out of his sternum, pushing a ruined chip out of his body where it fell to the ground in two, molten, smoking pieces. The blade retracted into his chest and he scratched his sternum. "Thank the Admins- that was itching somethin' fierce."