[i]Where am I, and how did I get this stick?[/i]

That was Yoriko's first thought as she opened her eyes to behold a quaint medieval town, and the crystal-tipped black staff she now held in her hands. Her second thought was [i]Hold on, this looks familiar,[/i] followed shortly by: [i]Oh. Oh dear.[/i]

She turned her head to take in her surroundings, and found that the motion itself felt heavy. [i]Hair,[/i] she realized, [i]I'm being weighed down by hair.[/i] Raising one hand to feel around the back of her head confirmed this: she had hair, and it was long, long to the point of being almost absurd. Looking down, she could even see a few silver strands sweeping around her feet. [i]Just how long have I been asleep?[/i]

Then again, her hair had never been that color, and this fact, combined with the familiarity of her little stick and her current environs, led her to a hypothesis. [i]And to confirm it...[/i] She felt about the top of her scalp, and there indeed were a pair of stiff, curling horns, emerging from the skin just above her hairline.

[i]Well.[/i] That was one question answered. Which led her to another: [i]How in the heavens did this happen?[/i]

For the moment, she decided, she wouldn't worry about it. Coming up with pointless theories without any evidence would only be a waste of time; she'd need to look for clues to come to any reasonable conclusion as to the nature of her displacement. The important thing was not to panic. Panicking never helped. She needed to start moving around, to figure out the situation, her needs, and any threats she might as of yet be unaware of.

[i]Off we go, then...[/i] She took a step, stumbled, and nearly fell flat on her face.

Her body, which could only have been based on her character Viridian Daeva, took a bit of getting used to. For one thing, she was taller and had different proportions, and for another her hair now went down all the way to her feet, which made it quite difficult not to trip up. For the next few steps, she leaned on her staff for support, slowly working out how to balance in this new (and, she admitted, rather poorly designed) physical form. If she'd known this was going to happen, perhaps she'd have made her avatar more practical...

Her shoes clacked gently against the cobblestones and she made her way down the street, going from a hobble to a walk and a walk to a stride as she acclimated more and more. The town seemed mostly deserted, the roads and benches all empty, the doors closed and windows shuttered up... perhaps she ought to try and get in one of the buildings. Even if there was nobody there, it would at least give her shelter.

No, wait, there was someone. A girl ([i]And quite an adorable one,[/i] Yoriko thought to herself) in fantastical black-and-white cloth with segments of armor at her hips, sitting on a bench and looking quite thoughtful. Who this was, Yoriko had no idea, but perhaps she'd know something. If not, well, two people could solve a mystery quicker than one...

"Hello?" The tall demon woman raised a hand and waved. "Hello there? Could you spare a moment?" The rather polite and conventional greeting felt out of place in this strange setting, but she wasn't sure what else to say. [i]Is that even a real person?[/i]

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