[ It's taken her this long to gain her bearings; she'd found herself here without even a hint of her former powers, not even the echoes that had remained once she'd become confined to one space and time. It was as though she couldn't hear, couldn't see, couldn't breathe in this form, and she'd lashed out ineffectually until she she realized she'd been somehow changed again.
She looked down at her skin, now taking on a metallic pearly sheen, with something between curiosity and horror. The Shell was still recognizable beneath it all, but she looked no more human than she had before. Her hair had gone black, laced with silver where the blue had been, and two tiny broken horns have begun to peek out near the front of it. The only thing unchanged is her armor, though it's no longer a part of her -- merely clothing. She'd like to tear it off in a rage, but she'd handed a cup of ice and encouraged to ineffectually throw it at the lesser creatures before they are unsummoned.
She's about to hiss her disdain at some passerby before stalking off when she spots a familiar face. She would never admit to feeling such a low emotion as relief, but it's good that he's here. She approaches him quietly, not wishing to draw any more attention to herself or to him so long as this absurd display continues. ]
Wesley. How have we come here? This place is ill-suited to me.
[ She can't even change what she looks like. This cannot go on. ]
ice
She looked down at her skin, now taking on a metallic pearly sheen, with something between curiosity and horror. The Shell was still recognizable beneath it all, but she looked no more human than she had before. Her hair had gone black, laced with silver where the blue had been, and two tiny broken horns have begun to peek out near the front of it. The only thing unchanged is her armor, though it's no longer a part of her -- merely clothing. She'd like to tear it off in a rage, but she'd handed a cup of ice and encouraged to ineffectually throw it at the lesser creatures before they are unsummoned.
She's about to hiss her disdain at some passerby before stalking off when she spots a familiar face. She would never admit to feeling such a low emotion as relief, but it's good that he's here. She approaches him quietly, not wishing to draw any more attention to herself or to him so long as this absurd display continues. ]
Wesley. How have we come here? This place is ill-suited to me.
[ She can't even change what she looks like. This cannot go on. ]