Shizuru really wasn't herself today.
Characters: Shizuru (who looks like Mildmay) and ANYONE
Setting: The streets of Haven
Time: Morning, beginning of the event
Summary: chaos and confusion
Warnings: Potential violent tendencies on Shizuru's part when agitated
The first thing Shizuru noticed when she woke was pain in her leg. The second was the lack of pain in her head. "The shards!" she exclaimed, alarmed. Sitting up quickly, the girl extended her spirit awareness as far as she could stretch it. Funny, the way that she was now bothered by the fact that nothing was setting her teeth on edge and sending sinister vibrations through her skull.
Shizuru stood, shoving hair back from her face, half-noting the color of said hair as difficulty moving one leg distracted her by demanding all her attention for balance. She reached out to the wall to steady herself as she realized she seemed to have acquired her little brother's hair color, though thankfully not the style. Shizuru was fairly certain she hadn't gotten drunk enough the previous night to forget dying her hair red; for one thing, if she had, her head would feel a hell of a lot worse right now. She looked down and inhaled sharply when she realized that she wasn't even the correct gender anymore. "Shit," she stated matter of factly. Definitely not poor drunken decisions, then. That headache she'd been missing a moment before was back full force for an entirely different reason.
A quick trip through a strange apartment implied that something had gone wrong with whatever had assigned each of them the proper body when they arrived in Haven, particularly once she found the bathroom and got a look at her current body in the mirror. The man whose form she now inhabited bore a striking resemblance to Felix; that would mean, then, that she was in Felix's apartment, and could ask him for help figuring out what the hell had happened rather than muddling through on her own.
This plan failed miserably when Felix was not the Felix she'd met before, and Shizuru fled the apartment as soon as possible before letting loose a string of curses and limping away down the street. This was really not good. It wasn't quite right, possessing someone else's body, inhabiting their life, but at least that body had looked and felt like hers. This was not okay. She was someone else now, on the outside. It was at least as disconcerting as her brother being someone other than the boy she'd watched grow up, and there had damn well better be a solution.
Setting: The streets of Haven
Time: Morning, beginning of the event
Summary: chaos and confusion
Warnings: Potential violent tendencies on Shizuru's part when agitated
The first thing Shizuru noticed when she woke was pain in her leg. The second was the lack of pain in her head. "The shards!" she exclaimed, alarmed. Sitting up quickly, the girl extended her spirit awareness as far as she could stretch it. Funny, the way that she was now bothered by the fact that nothing was setting her teeth on edge and sending sinister vibrations through her skull.
Shizuru stood, shoving hair back from her face, half-noting the color of said hair as difficulty moving one leg distracted her by demanding all her attention for balance. She reached out to the wall to steady herself as she realized she seemed to have acquired her little brother's hair color, though thankfully not the style. Shizuru was fairly certain she hadn't gotten drunk enough the previous night to forget dying her hair red; for one thing, if she had, her head would feel a hell of a lot worse right now. She looked down and inhaled sharply when she realized that she wasn't even the correct gender anymore. "Shit," she stated matter of factly. Definitely not poor drunken decisions, then. That headache she'd been missing a moment before was back full force for an entirely different reason.
A quick trip through a strange apartment implied that something had gone wrong with whatever had assigned each of them the proper body when they arrived in Haven, particularly once she found the bathroom and got a look at her current body in the mirror. The man whose form she now inhabited bore a striking resemblance to Felix; that would mean, then, that she was in Felix's apartment, and could ask him for help figuring out what the hell had happened rather than muddling through on her own.
This plan failed miserably when Felix was not the Felix she'd met before, and Shizuru fled the apartment as soon as possible before letting loose a string of curses and limping away down the street. This was really not good. It wasn't quite right, possessing someone else's body, inhabiting their life, but at least that body had looked and felt like hers. This was not okay. She was someone else now, on the outside. It was at least as disconcerting as her brother being someone other than the boy she'd watched grow up, and there had damn well better be a solution.