That hurt like hell. Seriously. The world had gone spinning for a while, as his dazed sight rested on the front bumper, an arm underneath the bus that had crashed. So someone had been caught in the hit aswell? Kevin's blood seemed to drain. He had been ran over by a bus, and was in no position to help.

On closer inspection there was something odd. That was his own arm. How did that end up there? Then he realized that even if his neck hurt like hell, he couldn't feel anything neck down. He literally had [b]nothing[/b] neck down.

[i]I see...[/i]was one of his final thoughts before he faded to black, his brain ceasing to function. He even began to allucinate. About an office. Was this the afterlife? He couldn't know. Then the guardian had started to talk. Kevin was furious. He had never heard those names in his entire life. And granting being run over by a bus didn't help. So he shouted back. About a soul theft. And heated words were exchanged in return. [i]"Look you daft planarian, there's nothing left of you to fill even an sausage"[/i] was the most striking of them all. More voices were heard, as a second female voice exposed a kind of deal. Something with a priestess of a goddess of Light or something like that. Well, he could use someone like that. He was um, possibly dying.

So he in the end accepted. It wasn't going to get much better than that, anyway. Light engulfed him...

And he woke up in a strange, forlorn place, voices hushing around. He immediately reached for his neck. Still attached. Good. He slapped his face to try and awake himself and that's when he noticed something wrong. Her facial structure... was very different. And what he threw him off the most was the fact that despite having not shaving in days. And the neck. The collarbone had felt wildly different. He eyed his hand. It was thin and delicate, also clad in leather and white clothes.

And then he noticed the chest.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUN" She tried to curse, her voice coming melodious and intense, only coming with a clever last minute substitute. Two mounds of flesh attached to her chest told that, on first inspection, he was a woman now. That explained why she felt so funnily and sore. She fumbled around, as she struggled to get up. She was somewhat shorter than his past incarnartion. Well, that probably was the term for whoever happened here. She looked at her own reflection in a watery pool, raising her eyebrows. "Gosh. Awkward, I'm cute too." She stated as a matter of fact.

[i]Priestess of Light[/i]

The thoughts lingered on the back of her head, and she felt different... like waking up from a groggily state. She knew things a minute ago she would've never thought of. Implanted knowledge. Of priesthood rites. She searched for her Book of Prayers, right next to her side. As well as a mace. Well, at the very least it wasn't an impossible to master weapon like a whip or some kind of weird stuff.

"Alright you boopin' Lady. I will play your funny gig." She said to herself as she steadied....

And that's when she realized she had been done the whole display in front of unknown strangers. Awkwardness and embarassment seized her mind as the colours raged in her face, and dropping to a kneeling position, she chose to bury her face in her prayer book. After what it seemed an endless time, she managed to utter a sentence.

"Um...ma...maybe...landmarks...rivers...roads...follow them..." She managed to piece together as she kept trying to reign her embarassment.
"I am Kevin...NO! I mean uh... Celeste!" She literally pieced the new name at the last second.