"Hmm... I need another. Not enough for another big change... Hmph. Maybe another ten feet on top of this?" Came the deep, bass-y rumbles of the form that Jericho held. It was little less than fifteen minutes since Alex had left, with Jericho having rapidly consumed the mobster in as swift a manner as possible. Jericho's tongue, lengthened, thickened, and split into a nearly uncountable amount of smaller, whip fast tongues cleaned the left-over clothing and jewelry.
Jericho turned, holding the clothes as they folded them in silent contemplation, before setting them down on the couch in the 'living room' of the loft. Their head tilted to the side, their form shrinking down and swirling with bright blue-black ink before settling into the shape of a Hispanic woman, with a small "cute" button nose, and bow lips. The changer tried their hardest to adhere to a sense of 'cute and nonthreatening', and mostly succeeded. Nevermind that the throat was lined with metallic needles, attached to small air-filled sacs that would inflate as needed. Nevermind that the nails of the woman, 'painted' bright gold and scarlet, were hollow and brimming with venom that would bring about excruciating pain. Nevermind that the bright head, Hyena Agenda 'hoodie' she wore was in reality just another part of Jericho's skin. As well as the maroon motorcycle leathers she 'wore' for her legs.
"My name is Jemma, I live on 4803 Sourced Boulevard... Yeah! Okay. I got this! Heh." They wondered briefly if Alex would be proud, before quickly shaking their head and stretching their limbs out, feeling a brief swirl of ink as their hair rose, twisted in on itself, and became a shoulder-blade length braided ponytail, with vibrant reds and purples running through the strands. Jericho reached up, smiling faintly as they ran a fingertip over their lips for the morning, willing them to become a brilliant scarlet-gold that would've shocked the eye of anyone who looked for too long.
They knew that they should technically be going out with the idea of staying under the radar... But it was too good! It was a chance to learn more about what humans thought would be too excessive and what 'preferences' were like.
A quick reminder to themselves to grab the phone that Alex had given them 'in case of emergency situations' ruffled through their mind. They snatched the thing up from the couch, smiling brightly and snapping a quick picture of their appearance before sending a text to the super-man in question.
Hey. Going for a walk. Look like this. Park nearby that one diner place. Ttyl! Be back by ... 10? Idk. Will have phone on.
And with that! The device slipped into a jacket pocket, their feet carried them out the door, their middle finger morphed into the proper key... And they were off!
They wandered the neighborhood for a while, taking in the sights of the city with a pleased smile gracing their lips, drinking in the awestruck attention of many a male- Oop, there was a female that time!- who were graced with their presence. Jericho took it in like an addict, cackling to themselves when no-one else could possibly see or hear.
A half hour more, and the time was nearing 6:30. Their attention was drawn to the busier streets, and they meandered until the clock ticked over to 7:18 AM. They found themselves in the quiet park near enough to Atomic Annie's that Jericho could feasibly walk to the diner in about ten to twenty minutes.
They meandered through the park for a while though, passing by at least thrice, by a man with silver hair and his face buried in the newspaper. As hard as it was to ignore a human with hair so startling at what appeared to be a young age, perhaps another human with an appearance as absolutely unique (perhaps) as Jericho's could draw some attention.
Whether for better or worse.