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| [ The SFC seems to click on accidentally. Sora's hands moving away from it, so perhaps the blue-eyed boy managed to hit it on accident.
[ One knee was pulled up and he was looking out across the cityscape with a completely blank expression on his face. Anyone that knows the keyblade master should recognize there's something off about that. ]
Is this what it feels like?
[ Sora lifts up his hand and places it over his chest where his heart should be. ]
To not have a heart? | |
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| [The first time Tidus turns on the video of his SFC, he doesn't look quite the same as he did in person. Orange fur, cat-like ears...why yes, he's a Lombax. He crosses his arms. He doesn't look too happy, but he doesn't look like he's about to freak out or burst into tears, either. He narrows his eyes, still blue--something that stayed the same, though there are enough traits for him to look different.]I already tried going back to sleep for five minutes and waking up. I already panicked, and I already know this is one of those curses. But could someone tell me what I am? [He fidgets uncomfortably, leaning back. It appears he hasn't ditched his normal attire.] This feels really weird. It's too warm, and my head is heavy. How does anything put up with this? | |
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| [Rinoa's feed turns on, but... Rinoa doesn't look quite normal. Actually, she looks something like her dog from back home but with similar coat color and markings similar to this pretty lady.
In sum, Rinoa's a brush god, much like Vatheon's resident ones. And she is very confused.
Unable to speak, Rinoa nudges the device with her nose, whining in agitation. Although she's worried and on the verge of panic, her brain still functions like normal, so she knows she has to show who she is some other way. She steps back from the camera, fumbling over the use of her four legs. To anyone who knows her, it's clear it's her house that she's in.
She barks, desperately trying to talk. And again. And again. When no words come out, Rinoa gives up and lies on the floor, letting out a small, pitiful whine.]
((ooc: Sorry for the lack of pertinent icons. Laziness on my part :C | |
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| [This would be the second time he's woken up in a strange place, but after a moment, he recalls the incident which happened to land him where he is now, beside the coral. Before he can think on that too much however, something manages to snag his attention. Namely the fact he's now in possession of a tail and fur, and a body which definitely doesn't feel like the one he died in.
Once he's located his SFC he makes silent note of the date and the days which have passed, and decides to query the network about this change, while at the same time letting Demyx know he's back. Have a gray-blue furred lombax with steel gray stripes, dressed in a black leather hooded coat, Vatheon.]
Can someone tell me why I woke up in this form?
[Filtered to Demyx]
Demyx, how are you doing? | |
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| [Ky's hand brushes the tattoo above his left eyebrow. There's nothing there to feel, but that hasn't stopped him from trying to. He feels substantially less in control than he did the last few times he's addressed Vatheon. Perhaps because he is.
He's discovered that he can make himself still look human, can make the tattoos fade with a concentrated thought, make his eyes look normal, but that hasn't change the hunger he feels. If he is a monster, then better that he looks it, even if it adds to the uneasiness that he feels in his own skin.]It might be a good idea to get a list of those of us that believe we might be a danger to others. As much as I would like to simply stay in my apartment for the duration of this curse, that's not possible. [In fact, he's not there now. He'd hoped that touching the coral would somehow help, but it hadn't. Now he's trying to put off going to the clinic and asking for blood to...eat.
He pauses for a moment, then adds something that he hopes doesn't reflect reality, but should be voiced now anyway. He considers filtering it to the Defense Force, but this is sort of all of Vatheon's business, and the people who were fighters before might not be now.]As well, we should be careful of the not necessarily dismissible possibility that this sort of thing is the opportunity a hostile force has been waiting for. [With that he's done, letting his eyes fall shut for a moment as he finishes up the transmission.]
((ooc: Ky is a djinn from Supernatural, which means he has a sort of touch telepathy that will result in the character he touches going into a coma and hallucinating waking up in a world where their greatest wish has been fulfilled. They will remember all aspects of their current life, and time will seem to pass for them much faster than it actually is passing. So that's the optional action part, and Ky's instincts will probably take over to have him reach out if your character gets close to him.)) | |
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| Um... if it's okay to ask... [Ruca shows some kind of gun to the camera.]...Does this look familiar to anyone? | |
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| [ Hi Vatheon! Getting sick of confusion in the air? Well, good. Because there is one girl with the same problem. Although she didn't think it would be a problem.
In this not that weird getup, Fuuka holds an egg-shaped jewel. It's aquamarine with golden flower design around its edges. But despite the pretty design, she looks perplexed. ] Umm ... suddenly my clothes changed when this started glowing. I wouldn't mind the clothes that much, but er ... [ The camera shifts to her left and there are six or seven swords lying on the ground. They seems to have elegant lily designs on the handle too. Aw, how cute. But very cumbersome. ] Those are bit of a problem. What kind of powers summon swords, I wonder? [ ooc: Fuuka's a magical girl. And sorry for using dress-up picture. \o\ ] | |
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