✿ Thirty-Seventh Ink Drop ✿ - [Action | Accidental Voice]
[Experiments are a pain, aren't they? Especially the body-changing type, yupyup. You know what really suck about them, though? They can just happen at any old time of day.
That's right, as Miyabi was heading toward the bar to deliver a bottle of Kushi's last sake - she found two in Kushi's abandoned mill home and decided to keep one bottle herself - she has turned a corner and...changed. Of course, she had no idea and kept walking, but the moment she glanced out of the corner of her eye, thinking she saw him her heart and body stopped. Miyabi turned around, quickly, to face the image of a young boy with a ponytail and peculiar clothing, staring at him.]
I...Issun?
[That's when it hit her. That wasn't her most precious person staring back at her, that was her very own reflection in a shop mirror. Her face immediately paled and she threw up her hands, which had been cradling the sake bottle (which thankfully lands in a pile of snow, unharmed), and her journal tumbled to the floor to catch her loud scream.]
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!
[Anyone in the general vicinity of the central plaza, feel free to go harass the short, strangely-dressed, screaming boy. Or, you know, you can catch him as he hurries into the bar, throws the sake bottle into the arms of whoever's available with a "pleasetakecareofthis!" and tries to hurry back out again.]
[OOC: Yep, Miya turned into Issun for the event, so replies will come from idiot_bug and so clarify, yes, she is big right now. She will not stay that way for the duration of the event, though. She's way too embarrassed.]
That's right, as Miyabi was heading toward the bar to deliver a bottle of Kushi's last sake - she found two in Kushi's abandoned mill home and decided to keep one bottle herself - she has turned a corner and...changed. Of course, she had no idea and kept walking, but the moment she glanced out of the corner of her eye, thinking she saw him her heart and body stopped. Miyabi turned around, quickly, to face the image of a young boy with a ponytail and peculiar clothing, staring at him.]
I...Issun?
[That's when it hit her. That wasn't her most precious person staring back at her, that was her very own reflection in a shop mirror. Her face immediately paled and she threw up her hands, which had been cradling the sake bottle (which thankfully lands in a pile of snow, unharmed), and her journal tumbled to the floor to catch her loud scream.]
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!
[Anyone in the general vicinity of the central plaza, feel free to go harass the short, strangely-dressed, screaming boy. Or, you know, you can catch him as he hurries into the bar, throws the sake bottle into the arms of whoever's available with a "pleasetakecareofthis!" and tries to hurry back out again.]
[OOC: Yep, Miya turned into Issun for the event, so replies will come from idiot_bug and so clarify, yes, she is big right now. She will not stay that way for the duration of the event, though. She's way too embarrassed.]