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route_10652015-10-24 10:29 pm
paishodown) wrote in route_10652015-10-24 10:29 pm
Entry tags:
this stinks.
Who: Asami and OPEN
Where: Ecruteak
When: October 22-27
Summary: Asami becomes half stunky and hates literally everything.
Rating: PG
Log:
[ Waking up... ]
Asami, without a fraction of a doubt, had a very powerful vanity streak.
For the most part, she was an earlier riser than her traveling companions. She was used to getting up early and liked to be awake for the sunrise. It was calming, and it made her feel productive.
So when she woke up the morning of the 22nd and everything felt horribly wrong, it was all she could not to gasp so loudly she woke the entire hotel room.
Her clothes were ill-fitting over the thick layer of purple and white fur that had appeared all over her body. She definitely had a tail. Even her face felt misshapen. There was no trying to not panic. She was panicking. She was panicking so much that she let loose a stink bomb under the covers. Rolling out of bed more roughly than she usually did (sorry, Korra), she dashed to the bathroom, looked in the mirror, then closed the door very hard.
She was not coming out unless she absolutely had to.
[ Actually getting outside. ]
Asami managed to peel herself outdoors at night. She was extremely skittish and nervous and generally disgusted with herself. She smelled horrific. Her face looked like a small, purple ass. She could be found around the poorly lit nighttime streets of Ecruteak, poking around in alleys on some strangely comforting instinct she didn't understand.
She didn't want to be seen. Spirits forbid anyone saw her.
Where: Ecruteak
When: October 22-27
Summary: Asami becomes half stunky and hates literally everything.
Rating: PG
Log:
[ Waking up... ]
Asami, without a fraction of a doubt, had a very powerful vanity streak.
For the most part, she was an earlier riser than her traveling companions. She was used to getting up early and liked to be awake for the sunrise. It was calming, and it made her feel productive.
So when she woke up the morning of the 22nd and everything felt horribly wrong, it was all she could not to gasp so loudly she woke the entire hotel room.
Her clothes were ill-fitting over the thick layer of purple and white fur that had appeared all over her body. She definitely had a tail. Even her face felt misshapen. There was no trying to not panic. She was panicking. She was panicking so much that she let loose a stink bomb under the covers. Rolling out of bed more roughly than she usually did (sorry, Korra), she dashed to the bathroom, looked in the mirror, then closed the door very hard.
She was not coming out unless she absolutely had to.
[ Actually getting outside. ]
Asami managed to peel herself outdoors at night. She was extremely skittish and nervous and generally disgusted with herself. She smelled horrific. Her face looked like a small, purple ass. She could be found around the poorly lit nighttime streets of Ecruteak, poking around in alleys on some strangely comforting instinct she didn't understand.
She didn't want to be seen. Spirits forbid anyone saw her.
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"Are you okay...?" She hadn't even so much as looked at Korra before dashing for the bathroom. How could she be so selfish...
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Korra was still leaning against the door. She didn't have a mirror handy - it wasn't like she carried a little one around with her - but she thought she could feel where she was sprouting strange new hair.
"Or a lot of shaves."