[These past few days have been nothing short of weird. How does one react to being repeatedly told by several people that the life that you've known to be true is a lie, that they remember you being someone completely different?]
[This is why
Older!Anise has decided to try and avoid people she (thinks) she knows for a bit. She escaped from Professor Nebilim's house early this morning, and has decided to hide out behind the barracks area, for a bit.]
[She's sitting on a fallen tree, with a familiar orange plush toy. She's been told that this doll - and not her spear - is her weapon of choice, but... really? She hasn't seen this doll in years.]
How do you even fight with this thing...? And it responds to my fonon frequency? What?
I wonder how it works...
[She frowns, and touches it. Well, it does have this strangely familiar thrum of... something when she does that--]
[Only to let out a shriek of surprise when the doll suddenly, rapidly grows in size - a few inches taller than herself..! asjdfhjhdgjha what the hellll.]