A brief break leads to several glottal stops, ending in a sad whine.
On the deck of the Booyakasha II, the Night Fury looks frustrated. His human is on the floor beside him, practically flopped on his face.]
So, uh... This is Anna. I don't think I'm on the Merrily anymore. I don't really know where I am. I mean, a ship, obviously, but this isn't the cabin I'm used to. And I can't find my hairbrush. And on that subject, my hair is also shorter. And I have white streaks again. This is really, really bizarre. ...The only consolation I guess is that at least I'm still a girl? And that this seems to be happening to everyone else, too. But that's actually more worrisome than uh, not... [She fidgets for a moment, playing with the pages of her journal so the sound of paper crinkling can be heard.] ...I don't know anyone here. Where's my own crew? Luffy? Elsa? Keimi? ...Celestia? |
Hey everyone...
This is Selphie speaking. I mean, I know I don't sound like me. I sound like...Lea. I think. I think someone turned me into Lea overnight or something. From the sounds of things, there are lots of people like this so, I wonder if that means that someone out there has my body?
To whoever does have my body:
LOOK AFTER IT. DO NOT BREAK IT. DO NOT TOUCH YOURSELF INAPPROPRIATELY OR DO RUDE THINGS WITH GROSS PEOPLE. Or, actually, anyone. ESPECIALLY NOT AYA. If that is gonna happen, then I want to be there!
*Selphie awkwardly clears her throat, because she's acutely aware now of how weird all that sounds*
Is anyone out there me?
Lea, if you're out there somewhere, I'm looking after your body just fine. I just - being flat chested is super weird. And - having that thing between my legs is pretty funny! Tee hee! So funny!
[Rogue assumed she still had her powers. She'd spent her entire life being trained not to touch people, and she'd gotten used to the fact that she wouldn't be rid of her curse. So, she'd spent the whole while avoiding touching anyone and trying to find some gloves that would fit. Still. Okay. She can handle this. Until, randomly, it happens. Flashes of a life that isn't her own. Of a battle she's never fought. Of emotions she isn't experiencing. Of pain she isn't feeling. There's a lot of it, and it doesn't stop right away, so she goes down. Kneels on the deck of Million Merrily, hands in her hair, clutching the sides of her head. When it's over, she all but pounces on the nearest journal.] Whoever's got my body -- and y'know who you are -- don' touch anybody! Jus' stop! Put on the damn gloves that're by my bed, an' don' touch anyone! [And, a few seconds later--] Oh. An'. Back left pocket. There's a card there. Take it out. Put it. I dunno. Put it under my pillow. Or somethin'. Anythin' happens to that card, I'll tan your hide, got it?! |