mayfield_rpg | no. ii

A. Hastings Blv.

[Oerba Yun Fang seems to be walking around, not so business as usual. Due in part to it not being Fang in Fang's body.
In her stead, is a thoroughly horrified Xion. Her face is anything but confident; instead completely and utterly worried, panicked, and distressed. She walks like she's trying to dodge hot lava, getting the hang of moving around in this larger form, and trying to keep somewhat composed while she figures this out.

It looks like it's a good time to go mess with her, huh?]

B. Makeout Point

[Settling for finding the highest place she could think of, Xion sought comfort in the altitude of makeout point. She occasionally dips her head into her palms, running her fingers through the long, unfamiliar locks of hair. Long, slender legs kick back and forth in pedulum. The girl doesn't look much like she's "there" at all. Just a body waiting for this to end.]

C. Phone

Uh...Hello? [Fang's voice sounds especially less...Fangy. The accent is completely absent, leaving behind little more than an awkward gargle. It sounds almost like she isn't used to saying words at all.] I woke up, and my body was...different. Do...people change often? It isn't just me, is it?
I could really use some help...

no. ii

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