[h2]Karn || Crocus || Phoenix Wing Hotel[/h2]

Karn snapped her eyes open a bit tiredly. Sleep had been a bit restless when voices in your head chatter about like maniacs. Of course, when she does finally go to sleep, it just gets more bizarre. Ariel shows up in her dreams, and not in the entertaining value kind of way. Not that the girl was her type but still, dreams are dreams. And she preferred them over nightmares. The blonde had to wonder if that was just a dream, or it was reality. Whoever knows with all this magic crap. If it wasn't for being a soul trapped in a male's counterpart of herself body then she probably wouldn't consider such a thing. But for all she knew, Ariel could be stuck in here as well. Good Goddess... she rather not have to look out for two other souls. One was difficult enough. Speaking of which....

[I]"Karn... Are you there?"[/I] Edo-Karn thought, trying to poke a answer out of the other residing soul.

No response. From him anyway.

"Sup! What's cracka lackin?"

Ugh.

Deciding to ignore the voice she rolled out of bed and lazily straightened out her messed up rags for clothes. Not like any help on her part would make these clothes look any better. She looked in his suitcase for more suitable clothes..... but it was just filled with the girliest shit that made her question if women actually be caught dead in these at all anymore?

So that idea is out the window.

To be honest, she just wanted to stay in bed and not have to deal with people. These people. Idiotic people. Weird talking cat people. Whatever people. But she sighed and mildly brushed a slender hand through her blonde locks, looking at her hand in minor disapproval at how she could tell it felt weaker to her own body. Trying to push obvious body differences from her mind, as well as random idiotic voices, and head out of the room. She did think about taking a bath but she wasn't sure she was fully prepared yet to get that intimate with her male body just yet. Curiosity indeed was there, as sure anyone who was genderbent would be, minus possibly being horrified, but still. Meditation was needed and required for a full on scrub down. One must be perfectly comfortable with their own body in order to have a calm mind and confidence. At least the one that is currently being in controlled. 

Walking down the hall, arms crossed over her chest, she walked on mostly ignoring everyone else other than giving a mild wave in greeting. Otherwise, she calmly went along like nothing was wrong. She could whine and complain yet there was no point in it. Some people knew her situation, but it wasn't like she was the only one in a situation. Not exactly all polite to go freaking out and making demands like a moron. When things get a bit down to the wire in the sense she can exactly control the situation anymore, then she might. Unless she just decides she has enough or found a solution. Either way, she'll probably give them at least a warning if she's about to obliterate their guildmate's soul.

Today was a little better as she felt a little less uncomfortable as she sat down at the table to eat breakfast. People who held faces of dead people became somewhat... normal. After all, her brain was constantly throwing it at her to really dead people. So what if alternatives were hanging around and chatting? Mhmm maybe going mentally insane was somehow therapeutic? Such a weird thing to happen. She was unsure if she should be disturbed or thankful. Still, Mayt and Damian are probably still the least tolerable to deal with. Shaking the thoughts aside she just started devouring the food.

Curse this bottomless pit of a stomach.

[h2]Prince || Dragon Fang Hotel[/h2]

Prince was in the rafters of the hotel, lying on his back on a hanging beam, humming a soft tune as his tail rolled over the side. Half of his face was covered in blood, yet he didn't seem to care or notice. Yawning, his ears twitched slightly, the back of his hand rubbing against his face like a cat cleaning himself absently.