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mayfield_rpg2012-04-13 12:00 pm
headedforhope) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-04-13 12:00 pm
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7 ❧ now you're just somebody that I used to know
[ A | 916 Bilko Boulevard; locked to housemates
It's not like before, all those months ago, when Mami woke up and could only scream out her anguish and despair. There's no crushing weight of broken hope here; no awful, hollow feeling. She simply cracks open eyes that are no longer set in a young, girlish face, eyes that aren't golden anymore, and murmurs sleepily in tones far too deep to be her own.
.....
She comes awake by degrees, easing upright, feeling the strangeness even further - this isn't her body. She's not built like this, has this skin, ever ran her fingers through hair that was cropped exceedingly short. Mami looks at hands that are no longer her own, not really, curling the fingers into fists out of a dazed surprise. The outburst is slow to build.]
Wh....What?!
[And that voice? That body? Belong to someone else entirely. Normally, Mami's control over herself is remarkable for a girl her age. Bordering on unnatural, even, in many cases. But it slips now, sudden and jarring, and the result is a loud explosion that sets the bedroom dresser alight with green flame.]
[ B + C | Mayfield; The streets, various shops
Once calm again, Mami decides to cautiously test out this new body her conscious mind has taken roost in. The events of this morning have proven two things of vital importance: she's incredibly powerful now, and it's a power she must be careful to control. Now more than ever, Mami has to keep a tight grip over her emotions. At least she has a lot of experience when it comes to that.
The first thing she'll be doing is exploring a new, instinctive semi-omniscience; if your character exchanged names with her at one point and can be considered friends/someone she'd reasonably seek out, she will be tracking them down to explain things. After all, someone is running around in her real body doing god knows what, and misunderstandings simply wouldn't do. (B.) She can also be observed simply standing in place, looking deep in concentration, before blipping out of sight and reappearing several yards away. Or in a tree. Or on top of passerby. This body is capable of rapid teleportation - something worth figuring out how to control. (C.)
All of Doc Scratch's CR is free to intercept at any time!]
[ D | Phone call; unfiltered
The voice coming out of Doc Scratch's throat is full of a strained courtesy, a faint annoyance grating at the edges, when the call goes out.]
Hello, Mayfield. I must say, this is one of the most.....unamusing incidents yet. If anyone finds this funny, I can't help but assume that they have extremely poor taste.
[ooc: responses will come fromscratchedhope]
It's not like before, all those months ago, when Mami woke up and could only scream out her anguish and despair. There's no crushing weight of broken hope here; no awful, hollow feeling. She simply cracks open eyes that are no longer set in a young, girlish face, eyes that aren't golden anymore, and murmurs sleepily in tones far too deep to be her own.
.....
She comes awake by degrees, easing upright, feeling the strangeness even further - this isn't her body. She's not built like this, has this skin, ever ran her fingers through hair that was cropped exceedingly short. Mami looks at hands that are no longer her own, not really, curling the fingers into fists out of a dazed surprise. The outburst is slow to build.]
Wh....What?!
[And that voice? That body? Belong to someone else entirely. Normally, Mami's control over herself is remarkable for a girl her age. Bordering on unnatural, even, in many cases. But it slips now, sudden and jarring, and the result is a loud explosion that sets the bedroom dresser alight with green flame.]
[ B + C | Mayfield; The streets, various shops
Once calm again, Mami decides to cautiously test out this new body her conscious mind has taken roost in. The events of this morning have proven two things of vital importance: she's incredibly powerful now, and it's a power she must be careful to control. Now more than ever, Mami has to keep a tight grip over her emotions. At least she has a lot of experience when it comes to that.
The first thing she'll be doing is exploring a new, instinctive semi-omniscience; if your character exchanged names with her at one point and can be considered friends/someone she'd reasonably seek out, she will be tracking them down to explain things. After all, someone is running around in her real body doing god knows what, and misunderstandings simply wouldn't do. (B.) She can also be observed simply standing in place, looking deep in concentration, before blipping out of sight and reappearing several yards away. Or in a tree. Or on top of passerby. This body is capable of rapid teleportation - something worth figuring out how to control. (C.)
All of Doc Scratch's CR is free to intercept at any time!]
[ D | Phone call; unfiltered
The voice coming out of Doc Scratch's throat is full of a strained courtesy, a faint annoyance grating at the edges, when the call goes out.]
Hello, Mayfield. I must say, this is one of the most.....unamusing incidents yet. If anyone finds this funny, I can't help but assume that they have extremely poor taste.
[ooc: responses will come from
scratchedhope]
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Good morning, Kaname-san. [She manages a small smile.] Given outward appearances, I suppose it's only natural that you don't know who I am.
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[ She peeks up at him shyly. How does he know her name? Though, Madoka only knows a handle of people who address her like that... ]
Ma... Mami-san? [ Her voice is soft. How can that be possible? Mami can't just turn into an older gentleman! ]
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[She offers up her hands, palms up in a gesture of peace, buying herself a little time to marshal her thoughts properly.]
...it seems that the town has messed around with our bodies. Someone else's mind, their consciousness, is in my body - and the reverse holds true as well. There are probably a lot of people acting strange today because of that.
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[ Whoever is in Mami's body... Madoka wonders if they've been put into her soul gem or her body. Either way, her head is now filled with worries. She'll need to find Mami's body and soul gem quickly. ]
I'm relieved that you're okay... I guess it must be really weird to be switched... [ A pause, as she realizes she assumed. ] Or, um... you are okay, aren't you?
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Then Mami smiles, the skin around her eyes (no longer golden, no longer young) crinkling with the sincerity of the expression. Madoka's concern never fails to be touching.]
But yes, I'm okay. It doesn't hurt at all to be like this.
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I guess, um... Mami-san, the person whose body this is... do you know who he is? I wonder what he's supposed to be doing today...
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No, I'm afraid I don't. He's a complete stranger to me - I don't even know his name. [...] But I plan to go searching for him. I want to know how he's been treating my body.
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Are you sure? There's no telling if this man is someone dangerous to cross or not. And while I doubt he knows how to properly, ah, use it....being in my body means he's powerful.