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[Log]
Characters: Master Chief | John | Joan | Sailor Reach one_one_se7en), Mizuno Ami | Sailor Mercury waterfell
Where: Ami's world
When: During one of his visits.
Summary: One visit has Joan realize something is off...
Warnings: None.
The procedure had become familiar.
The dimensional bubble, the sink of reality, the procedural movements of subspace,the wormhole engulfing him in light, the momentary blindness, and finally the expansion of the transparent bubble back into the new reality.
Joan's eyes opened, her heels clacked against--
She stopped. She. Joan lifted her arms to see them in the familiar green gloves of the senshi.
"Again?" Joan huffed to herself as she looked around, trying to spot -any- part of the MJOLNIR and finding nothing, and realizing she was once again stuck at one foot less of height and weighting as much as a feather save for the length of brown hair reaching over her hips. These transformations wouldn't normally be a reason to be concerned, as the multiverse was prone to amuse itself with the two of them, and in fact advantageous at times, Joan had to admit.
But this was the third consecutive time she's arrived as a Sailor Senshi. And said form was even coming to appear more persistently in other universes. Once on her own.
This time, Joan practically flew towards Ami's house. Which by Spartan body language, it meant genuine worry even as became only a green blur running through the streets. Assuming she found Ami first, she'd taking her by surprise on her very room. Equally as likely that Ami noticed her first, she'd probably be on top of a building and laugh.
one_one_se7en), Mizuno Ami | Sailor Mercury waterfellWhere: Ami's world
When: During one of his visits.
Summary: One visit has Joan realize something is off...
Warnings: None.
The procedure had become familiar.
The dimensional bubble, the sink of reality, the procedural movements of subspace,the wormhole engulfing him in light, the momentary blindness, and finally the expansion of the transparent bubble back into the new reality.
Joan's eyes opened, her heels clacked against--
She stopped. She. Joan lifted her arms to see them in the familiar green gloves of the senshi.
"Again?" Joan huffed to herself as she looked around, trying to spot -any- part of the MJOLNIR and finding nothing, and realizing she was once again stuck at one foot less of height and weighting as much as a feather save for the length of brown hair reaching over her hips. These transformations wouldn't normally be a reason to be concerned, as the multiverse was prone to amuse itself with the two of them, and in fact advantageous at times, Joan had to admit.
But this was the third consecutive time she's arrived as a Sailor Senshi. And said form was even coming to appear more persistently in other universes. Once on her own.
This time, Joan practically flew towards Ami's house. Which by Spartan body language, it meant genuine worry even as became only a green blur running through the streets. Assuming she found Ami first, she'd taking her by surprise on her very room. Equally as likely that Ami noticed her first, she'd probably be on top of a building and laugh.