Mithos Yggdrasill (
imatreenow) wrote2010-11-21 10:19 am
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[Upon awakening, Mithos quickly realizes that something is very, very off. He quickly sits up and discovers that this premonition is not unreasonable, for a number of reasons. One: he does not recognize this room. Two: his body is not this large. Three: is that blue hair he sees out of the corner of his eye? A sneaking suspicion forms in his (?) gut. Perplexed and vexed, he searches for a mirror.]
[......And he definitely does not like what he sees. His (not actually his) eyebrows furrow and his (not actually his) eyes glint. What. In. The. Name. Of. Martel.]
[Housemates, perhaps now would be the time to notice that Yuan seems a little....peculiar today.]
[......And he definitely does not like what he sees. His (not actually his) eyebrows furrow and his (not actually his) eyes glint. What. In. The. Name. Of. Martel.]
[Housemates, perhaps now would be the time to notice that Yuan seems a little....peculiar today.]
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...Now, get out of my way. [Ah, the awkward position of being unable to resort to sheer force. This only increases his annoyance with Yuan.]
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If you do anything to my body, I'll make you regret it.
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[This may actually be a very good thing. The only price to pay is looking like the dog who betrayed Martel for a little while. But in the end... He smirks widely (a very, very unsettling smirk), facing forward once more. All is not lost. He doesn't have to remain powerless. He can be in control.]
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He stands still for a while longer, before turning back to the front door. Time to go see how much damage was done inside the house.]