[Quite similar to how Hope's unfortunate circumstance is playing out, Vanille seems to be having a similar problem. Except here she is,
wearing-- not a lot. A few choice
pieces of armor covering the precious bits, and a myriad of arms curling from her back like wings.]
Everyone; I've got a bit of a problem. The little lady here has lost her mind, and while she's cute and everything, I'd really rather not be in... her. Controlling her. Body that is. Alexander, you're out there, I know it. Let me know if you find the kid's mind, cause who knows, Vanille's might not be far behind..
Eh.. Sorry, kid. [The voice is still Vanille's, thick with accent-- though still watered down in comparison to Fang's, and talking much.. casual-er. How strange!]