A pair of golden eyes looked over the building in front of its host. "Expresso Yourself," the siren muttered to herself. She didn't like public places but with her most recent adventures, she had to start somewhere. With her legs spell already cast to replace her long tail she moved around to test her balance. Once sure she had the appendages under control they were then used to walk into the building and out of the bitter cold of Snowdin. Upon entering she took noticed of many faces she'd never seen before. Who were all of these people? With her lips tightly pressed together she carefully made her way to the line while looking down at her feet. Geneva swallowed the lump in her throat and placed her hands on her stomach, squeezing as she tried to adjust to having so many strangers nearby. However, even as she stood in line there was a considerable amount of space between her and the person in front of her.

Her golden eyes never left the ground even for a second. Suddenly walking into this place felt like a mistake. She felt trapped although she knew she could walk out at any moment. That is if her legs didn't betray her and give out. It felt as if they would give way any minute but she held herself up and didn't attempt to move until the line did. The lively area felt so big all of a sudden as if they were all in some warehouse themed like a coffee shop. An odd image in her mind but also very terrifying. For a quick moment she looked up to try to find any familiar faces and she did find herself seeing Gust who had been on that insane mission she was on but she didn't know him beyond that. Then there was the very bubbly creature with a straw coming out the top of her head. Although cute she didn't know her either. Friends weren't easy to make or maintain. Being an anxious, anti-social hermit had it's cons just as it had its pros.

The book in hand closed after the pages turned rapidly until they reached the very end of the spell book. "I hope he'll be alright." Geneva whispered more to herself than anyone else. Papyrus was face to face with a human, an armed human no less! "He must be careful!" She exclaimed in an extremely hushed manner. She almost didn't notice when Hiss, the red snake slithered up to her. She listened closely to his words without interruption and when he finished she gave her response. "Oh! That's a good idea! I could definitely do something worth while under an invisibility spell or erm- ability?" The last part came out more as a question since she wasn't sure how he'd do it.

Geneva thought back to her mother and how she cast millions of spells from her signature book, the one that was destroyed in the aftermath of the war with the humans. Geneva looked down at the book she was currently holding. It was one of few that she had left of both her parents and this one in particular had some pages transferred from her mothers book before the true war first began. "Mother...I will do you proud." Geneva's head shot up towards the human when it started barking again like a dog. Not literally...ok maybe a little. She was talking about posse's and lava? What was a Posse? And what did it have to do with Lava?

Geneva turned her head so fast to her left that her own hair slapped her in the face. "O- OH! Miss you really shouldn't be over there! Lava is dangerous!" Geneva made no attempt to move any closer or offer assistance due to the kind of monster she was. She'd cook like a chicken and burn before she even got in as close of range as the giant lady monster was. "Oh goodness me!" Geneva let her book come open in her hands while she looked for a spell to offer her aid. She whispered her next set of words.

"να την αφαιρέσει από εκεί που-!" Geneva sneezed, interrupting the quiet spell she had begun chanting and in turn someone plopped down right next to her. "Oh my I am so sorry! I didn't mean to! Are you ok?" She asked feeling like a total fool for not being able to finish the spell before she sneezed.

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"What just happened?" Specifically for the Siren she felt as if everything had been racing past her but she was stuck in some sort of slow-mo spell. As it broke Geneva noticed she was on the ground with the rest of the group. A loud bang echoed off of the walls of the significantly large area. Then once again she was on ground...only once and for a mere second did she feel a slight tug on her soul but it had vanished almost as soon as it had appeared. She had no clue what was going on and that plus many other variables made her anxious enough to rip her hood from how hard she'd been pulling it down. Her fair, abundant white hair was revealed though she'd most likely be the only one to notice and freak out about it. If anything it was the revealing of her face that bothered her. Geneva quite hastily moved to cover it. She groaned as soft as possible and uttered a few words that were far too soft to her.

At least she wasn't currently in her original form, that would be far worse than this could ever be. She spread her index finger and middle finger further apart to peek out between them and see the other group members. No one was paying attention. Grand! With a sigh of relief she tried to see what everyone's attention was on. Her focus was torn away when a loud thud a bit too close for comfort could clearly be heard behind her and the rest of the group. She jumped with a loud squeak but immediately covered her mouth. She slowly turned her head over her shoulder to look with a expression that could only be defined as scared shitless. "Oh...it's that one monster." She said a bit relieved at the discovery though there was still a tinge of worry  from how violent she had reacted before.

Not that violence bothered her all that much. Everyone had a violent nature one way or another. She placed her hand in a fist to her chest. It could be disgusting sometimes and that she knew well. It made her sick to her stomach sometimes the way monsters were. The Siren sighed and shook her head. It wasn't directed at the tall monster lady but just monsters in general. Her next sigh was long and drawn out in a small fit of frustration that she felt she would probably never get over for as long as they were here. She yearned for time to think to herself but that wouldn't be happening any time soon she surmised. She shook for a fraction of a second when her ears twitched. It felt strange sometimes when they did that. She was picking up sounds. Various sounds both loud and soft, far away and closer than she could imagine. Even though she was supposed to look terrified her facial expression couldn't match since she did not fully feel it as most others would.

Instead the expression she output seemed to be a deadpan or perhaps a light glare. She was surprised she had even been able to speak the few times she did. It was all thanks to that friend she made not too long ago. Speaking and expressing was still difficult at times but most easy when it was to herself or an inanimate object. Yet in this case she'd have to come out of her comfort zone and offer whatever help she could. Geneva pulled the worn, slightly browning paper from between her breasts where it had been protected and held it out in front of herself. "Επαναφέρω!" She spoke in a firm yet soft voice, a small phrase that caused a nearly transparent book to appear and close around the page. A sound emitted from the slowly returning book that she had conjured. It resembled the buzzing of static, soft and somehow a bit welcoming to the ears. When the book was completed she let it fall into her left hand.

"Hmm let me see..." She looked at each individual person and felt her soul clench in fear. What if they shoved her off or thought her useless? Well..there was only one way to find out. She swallowed the lump in her throat and spoke up to whoever would listen. "D-Does anyone need help with anything? I-I can provide help with...my abilities." She noticed that her voice began to get softer and softer with each word. Hopefully someone heard and if they didn't need her then she could just sit in a corner somewhere and figure out how to gain courage to speak up again.

Geneva watched as the dragon departed. By the responses of the other members from the group it must've been better this way. Of course the little argument that had occurred was a bit out there and a clear distraction from the objective at hand but perhaps it all could have been avoided...or maybe not. She made sure to stay close to the group in order to not be left behind. Her two legs were getting a bit easier to manage as time went on. Geneva allowed her golden eyes to avert towards the king. It was only then that she took notice of the...what were those? She felt as if the word 'birbs' was as close as she would get to the correct name. It was apparent that these 'birbs' were most likely a big part of what was causing everyone such panic earlier. 'They must be linked to the tremors somehow...I mean they've never been seen before this, right?'

The question itself stumped her only when the 'birbs' began speaking did she leave her thoughts behind. Her eyes widened in surprise and her jaw nearly dropped. That was definitely something she was sure they weren't supposed to do. She knew so very little but the feeling in her gut told her that wasn't normal...or maybe they were? The way they moved was inhumane and not natural by monster standards. They weren't fluid and reminded her of stale movement. Her eyes sparkled for a mere second.

Robots. They had to be robotic creatures of some kind but the only one she'd ever heard of like that was Mettaton. What did this mean? She calmed her rapidly beating heart as the one made of fire asked a question to the birds. It seemed very well thought out if she were being honest with herself. These 'birbs' were seemingly harmless, and their objective was to find June according to what was said before. Who was June?

Geneva slipped through a few monsters to get a closer look. She did not wish to speak for; it could possibly cause the 'birbs' to respond and turn attention her way which she truly did not want. At that thought she tugged at the sides of her hood. "Can't they give us a hint?" She muttered in a soft whisper and a deep sigh that came out about as quiet as a mouse.

The currently two legged Serpent girl squeaked in surprise as the tremors shook the building. There was a huge wave of different sounds from other monsters, some of fear and others of confusion. She tried to get off of the stool but only managed to full on her face when she accidentally put her left leg from the other side of the chair and then her right crossed over it instead of standing right beside it. Her hands came to help break her fall but it did very little to reduce the damage. The small uproar between the other monsters was worrying and with all that was going on it really wasn't that surprising. After another moment she pulled herself up with her arms so her legs would soon follow. There was a brief second of pause but it passed quickly as she got to her feet, standing as firm in an upright posture as she could.

She had a bit of light from Undyne's spears and a few other monsters with glowing properties so with it she felt around the wall closest to her while she made her way very carefully over to one of the support beams in the large room. She couldn't do anything for other monsters but she hoped, so desperately hoped that everyone would be alright. The all too familiar sounds of fear gave her a small little portion of bravery but she'd need more than that to offer any help to anyone. Geneva immediately began to back track her way to the counter, a certain fire in her golden eyes that roared with something...foreign to her; yet she could not see nor feel it so easily. Purple arms reached over the counter to grab the two closest bottles she could reach. One was clear with a clear liquid inside but golden specs. The other was blue and the liquid it held was a dark color she could not determine because of the bottles darker shade.

Her nail pressed into the cork top acting like a screwdriver as she unscrewed the cap with a distinct pop though it was drowned out by the mixed voices mingling together to become one loud threat to her ears. She placed her mouth to the darker bottle and tilted her head up without even missing a beat. The bottle was drained in minutes, she pried it away quickly as she coughed from drinking so fast. After her coughing fit was through she was onto the next bottle.

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There had been so many monsters in panic and most trying to get to a safe spot as the building began to yield to the quake that had drove on through it and perhaps the rest of the underground. Geneva was swaying after only a few moments, her mind was fuzzy and she had a strange grin on her face. The plan was to help as many people as she could even if they were disgusted with what she really was. She pulled the page out from her bra and bean reading it aloud.

"Φίλοι από την άλλη πλευρά, λάβετε υπόψη μου την κραυγή ... Ζητώ να με μεταμορφώσετε γιατί έχω περάσει νωρίς το μετασχηματισμό μου!" The page disappeared from her hands yet when it's nearly unnoticeable weight was lifted she found herself knocked to the ground much like before, with a soft cry followed by a grunt of pain, Geneva turned over onto her back. Her eyes shimmered slightly even in her drunken state at the side of her tail. The large thing needed room so she could sit upright so between the crowd of people she began army crawling, teeth grit at the work required due to the weight of her tail. Reverting back was almost just as bad as transforming, upright legs were so light but most of all...weird.

Geneva felt her tail muscles clench up, telling her to pull herself upright so they could get moving and she did just that. There were a few surprised gasps from those who could see the large tail...she knew it was strange to see such a monster but right now her clouded mind didn't care. Geneva slithered her way to the closest support beam and placed her arms out at her sides to block any debris that may fall, even her tail lifted about at her half way point so she could shield other monsters with it. It would be bruised later but it would be worth it.

The mysterious hooded figure stared down at the envelope on the ground not far from her home. She carefully surveyed the area before slithering so she could lean down to pick it up. "Vhat?" She shook her head trying to shake off the accent on her W's. "Why is this here? Was I found by someone else?" Her fingers began to tremble now that she was frightened. Her golden eyes scanned her surrounding area carefully once more before she turned tail and slithered back to her home. Once she had entered the silence took over almost immediately. From within the outside world was mute. The serpent placed the envelope on the nightstand near her bed, a massive thing to accommodate her size and length. She nearly plopped down on the said piece of furniture but caught herself last minute with her upper tail muscles to go for a gentle landing, the rest of her tail soon followed, creating a half ring around her left side. She pulled the envelope from the nightstand with the tip of her tail and it soon retracted to slide up in front of her so she could grab it.

Golden eyes fell on the name carved in wood above her bed. -Geneva-. It brought a small smile to her face along with a warm feeling in her very soul. It was enough to calm her into reading the contents of the envelope. "A party? I've never been to something like this before...." She let the paper fall to the other side of her tail while she turned on her back. A party meant lots of people or enough to consider that it could end up bad. Geneva shuddered at the thought of attending such a thing.  Her tail was so big and the woman didn't want to be a bother to anyone; nor did she want to take up too much space. Geneva turned onto her side staring blankly at the small stand next to the book shelf across from her bed. There were a few moments of silence but just as she was about to turn her back on the book case she sprung up almost hitting her head on the ceiling. "T-That's it!"

Her upper body slid over to the shelf of books. There were many different colored books on the large book case. There were ones with hard covers, gold lined pages, mini graphic novels too. She pulled out a big black book from the middle, a book of spells passed down to her from her mother who was gifted it from her mother and so on and so forth. "I-I know it's not my thing a-and anything can happen which may not be good but...I want to get out again. Just one more time! So-" Her fingers delicately pulled open the worn, hard cover book, pictures and words filled every page. Some were not in a language she fluidly understood or could say she'd ever seen before either but what she did know was good enough for now.

"Let's try the normal upright body." Geneva turned page after page until she landed on the page she wished to stop on. Her finger tip traced the under side of the words she was to recite. "
κέντρο μετασχηματισμού? What does that- EEK!!" Geneva screamed as sparks of purple and gray flew from the book and not too soon after colors of pink, blue and lavender slid out from the recited words on the page. They traveled throughout her home like wisps of forgotten souls before they slammed right into her stomach, forcing her onto her back, though it felt like a punch to the gut it didn't really hurt in the way she thought it would. The silver haired woman groaned as she got up from the ground only for her tail to collapse on her and cause her to fall again. "What is going o- I-IT WORKED!" In place of her tail were two legs the same shade of purple as her skin. Fortunately for her she did not suffer from any deformities. The legs were well rounded even though she recited it out loud on accident.

"This may not last long so I should get goi-NNNG!" When she had gone to move forward her legs failed her and reintroduced her to the ground. She lightly tapped the ground in mild frustration. "I knew something would go wrong...."


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Geneva managed to make her way out of her home with some apple pies and into the main part of Waterfall, she wore her hooded cloak so she wouldn't catch anyone's attention. Even though she had made this decision, being confronted by people was a little scary. Just as she had made it to the door the sound of something slamming or maybe breaking something immediately had her moving back several inches before she fell onto her back. Controlling legs was extremely difficult.