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Characters: patchworkdoctor and yerawizarderri
Location: outside the lake; Stein's lab
Time: the last few hours of the curse on Saturday
Style: action at first; I'll follow you if you change!
Status: CLOSED
[through all of these nasty little drives, there's been one thing on Stein's mind all week: those interesting little trolls. but with her change from ultimate meister to witch, from a thirty-year-old master-in-his-field male to a female imbued with hundreds of years of destructive power, so too came the changes throughout Vatheon: hundreds of people entirely switching their races and sometimes gender. she knew Maka was one of these new, "fake" trolls, and yet something deep inside wouldn't let her touch anyone she knew would be different in a week's time.
of course, somewhere in there, it didn't occur to her she'd be different eventually too.
no. right now, all she can think of is picking up the straggler, before she loses her nerve.
she's followed him through the city, to the lake here; she doesn't understand it, but she isn't thinking about that. all she's focusing on is the rampant power under her skin, the violent urges she can no longer control, and putting all of this to good scientific use.
she drops out of the tree, smiling mirthlessly at the back of the carapace.]
hhhhhello again.
[she giggles, rocking on her feet.]
Location: outside the lake; Stein's lab
Time: the last few hours of the curse on Saturday
Style: action at first; I'll follow you if you change!
Status: CLOSED
[through all of these nasty little drives, there's been one thing on Stein's mind all week: those interesting little trolls. but with her change from ultimate meister to witch, from a thirty-year-old master-in-his-field male to a female imbued with hundreds of years of destructive power, so too came the changes throughout Vatheon: hundreds of people entirely switching their races and sometimes gender. she knew Maka was one of these new, "fake" trolls, and yet something deep inside wouldn't let her touch anyone she knew would be different in a week's time.
of course, somewhere in there, it didn't occur to her she'd be different eventually too.
no. right now, all she can think of is picking up the straggler, before she loses her nerve.
she's followed him through the city, to the lake here; she doesn't understand it, but she isn't thinking about that. all she's focusing on is the rampant power under her skin, the violent urges she can no longer control, and putting all of this to good scientific use.
she drops out of the tree, smiling mirthlessly at the back of the carapace.]
hhhhhello again.
[she giggles, rocking on her feet.]