[ It's not pleasant. Feeling his flesh warp around his bones is something out of a horror novel, but if he doesn't focus on his jaw grinding into realignment too much, teeth shrinking to fit his mouth, he can close his eyes and ride it out.

He eventually blinks to old company in new bodies, almost forgetting who's who until 'Lysa' makes himself obvious. Cain's brevity is welcome though, and it's easier for him then to hum in agreement; Yusuke turns his hands over as though testing them out, watching his new musculature in fascination as he drums his fingers in the air.

But as much as he'd like to make an anatomy study out of this... they should probably get to work. He crosses his arms, his usual coolness translating well enough to Ashti's severity. ]

An image is one thing. Reflecting their personalities may be more difficult...

[ No one would use a potion this drastic for an easy task, though. Aas far as three, high-profile Olympians traveling together goes, ]

You two are supposed to be in some sort of rivalry, are you not?