No…some<span class="mu-i">one</span>.
<span class="mu-r">“Easy. I’ve got you.”</span> Ben said, grabbing you by the shoulders and holding you steady.
You smiled dumbly up at him, your world still spinning and leaving behind colorful afterimages.
<span class="mu-s">“Thanks. Why’s the room spinning…?”</span> you slurred.
He gave you a strange look. All three of him?
<span class="mu-r">“It's not. Do you have a concussion? Quick, how many fingers am I holding up?”</span> he asked, his voice echoing several times before you fully registered it.
You squinted at the hand that had too many fingers and instead brushed it aside, too embarrassed by the possibility of getting the answer wrong.
<span class="mu-s">“I didn’t study…”</span> you muttered, your own words nod making sense to your ears.
<span class="mu-r">“What's happening to her?”</span> Ben asked the Japanese man.
The elderly man stroked his beard inquisitively, glancing between you and a very well drawn picture of you that he held in his hand. You wanted to reach out and ask him for it, but you couldn’t properly form the words for some reason. It was clearly drawn by a talented artist.
<span class="mu-b">“Hm? Oh, she’ll be fine. Everyone’s like that during their first summoning. Monsters recover faster because of their size, I think.”</span> he casually offered. <span class="mu-b">“I thought she would be bigger.”</span>
You didn’t know if that was a jab at your height, but your first instinct was to get immediately defensive.
<span class="mu-r">“How long is this supposed to last?”</span> Ben asked, scooping you up in his arms, and eliciting a surprised squeak from you.
The sudden shift made you feel dizzy, and you let your head lean against his chest while you tried to regain your composure.
<span class="mu-b">“Possibly an hour or two.”</span> the man on the throne answered with a shrug. <span class="mu-b">“It could be sooner or longer depending on her tolerance for dimensional displacement.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Great…”</span> Ben sighed, reaffirming his grip on your legs. <span class="mu-r">“What’re you wearing?”</span>
<span class="mu-s">“Magic…mummy hand…”</span> you murmured.
Whose perspective would you like to play from?
>Cindy>Ben>Write-in.Pastebins:
Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s 10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2 The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsipUpcoming Events in the Maximum Universe:
https://pastebin.com/DceSEjiR 