>>6199792“Well, miss… See for yourself!” He exclaims, snapping his fingers and drawing back his cloak to reveal a long object. One of those floating hands darts downwards and closes its fist around it, pulling slightly with the sound of scraping metal. It’s kind of comical, the Quaxly has a sword to scale with his size.
He beckons you with his wing and you get the idea, moving closer with a grave hesitation. You’ve been rather lucid. Too lucid. A pit forms in your stomach as you make the distance, what felt like a whole journey but was just a few feet ahead of you…
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The reflection in the blade sends a shiver down your spine, through the tail you’re now certain you have. “Preposterous, I’m-!”
“A Fennekin, quite so!” Quaxly nods, one of its Helping Hands putting the half-drawn saber back into its scabbard. “Though, I’m not quite sure what you’d be otherwise.”
[i:lit]”Human.”[/i:lit] You scoff, and the response gives Quaxly some pause.
“Human? You think you’re a human?”
“Of course not, I [i:lit]know[/i:lit] I’m a human!” You repeat. “But now I’m… this.” Your mind is drawing many blanks, you can’t remember how you got here, why you took this form, but you know with certainty that you are a human, or were one.
That said, your prior inability to stand is making much more sense now. Your current form just isn’t built for that, at least not for any long period of time.
“Well, madam ‘human turned pokémon’, you have a name?”
You strain your mind to find one, and finally it jumps out at you, the instinct that reminds you of that word denoting your identity…
[Enter your name.]
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