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Okay... this is strange.

[Saya glances over her shoulder, then focuses on her device with fair alarm.] First the waitress this morning told me I must have a hollow leg whatever that means, and then when I tried to stand up my leg was all weird. [She reaches down and thumps on it, and it produces a lovely echo.]

Then someone asked if I felt under the weather and... [She pans the device up to a very dark raincloud that appears to be localized only in the few square feet above her head.]

What kind of a curse is this?

((OOC: why, a Simon Says curse, of course! Saya must follow all "orders" today, with everything being taken literally. Be horrible to her please!))

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[ What the ...? ]

[ Eeew. ]

Whatever I wanted to do, it wasn't that. [ dootdoot ] Go back to being Saya again. [ A pause, then a quick addendum, ] In a bellydancing costume.

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[Her moment of relief is over far too quickly as Saya (back to being Saya) looks down at herself again...]

KARL! [Her face turns a nice shade of red to match the outfit. What little there is of it.]

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[ His eyes take their time wandering back up to her face. ]

What? I could've just as easily asked for Saya with no clothes at all. [ Be glad he hasn't yet. Because it's on his mind. A sly smile stretches his lips, ] How about a performance to match the costume~?

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[She scowls and turns off the device before he can get the full order out. If you want to order her around you'll have to do it in person!]

[Then she starts looking around for something to cover up with because she's in public looking like this.]

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[ No, come baaaaack. He wasn't done ogling!!! ]

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[Then he should go find her! Too bad. HUMPH!]

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[ Fine, fine. Here he comes. Out hunting wabbit. ]

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[By the time he finds Saya, someone accidentally dressed her in a pink gown, her hair longer and tumbling down her back. She's uncomfortable for reasons entirely different than the bellydancing getup, not that she could articulate them if she tried.]

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[ For a moment, if not for the call of her blood, he almost wouldn't recognize her. She looks so uncannily like the pictures Amshel once showed the Chevaliers -- Saya and Haji at the Zoo. But this time around, she lacks that twinkle in her eye -- the glow of well-being.

He stops a few feet off to smirk, ]

You look ready for a costume ball.

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[She scowls at him, but it's like a snarl from a baby kitten. No real effort behind it, because she can't decide how much to be mad for the scantily clad costume thing. It depends what he does next.]

Someone said something about a princess and I ended up in this.

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[ Karl huffs a breath as if at the shortsighted stupidity of the comment, ]

Not a princess. A Queen. [ His taunting smile broadens. ] With the crown and scepter and jewels to go with it.

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[Saya blinks as her dress poufs out into something far fancier, far more complicated looking with all the sashes and lace and bustles and jewelry. Her hair, still long, is pinned up in an absurdly fancy style.]

Stop that! [Saya waves her scepter menacingly! Which looks plainly silly given the attire.] What are you trying to do?

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[ He takes in her fussy get-up with an appraising eye. ]

Nothing~ Merely paying a Queen her due. [ Thoughtfully, ] Although I must say, you'd probably look as fetching masquerading as Cleopatra.

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[Saya's eyes narrow as her outfit changes yet again.]

Are you trying to make me angry, or something? [It's... almost working. She's more annoyed than truly angry.]

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[ His shoulders lift mock-nonchalantly, ]

I often find, sweet Saya, that I make you angry simply by breathing. [ He steps closer, his gaze darkening a shade, ] But I wonder....

Would it jog your memory if you saw yourself as you were in Vietnam? Hair streaming around your shoulders, splattered in blood with your sword at hand?

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[In the second between realization and change her eyes go wide, and then her neck bends against her will and she does see it. But more than that, she can feel the still-warm blood dotting her face, taste a coppery tinge.]

[It feels like forever, but in reality it's only a split second before she screams.]

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[ She transforms, and his pupils dilate. Impossible not to stare. This is Saya, the ur-Saya, the original seed that spawned his obsession, his idee fixee with the blood-splattered face and those terrible red eyes. She had figured into each and every one of his lurid fantasies while sitting on medical gurneys before and after Amshel's experiments, as the fluorescent lights beat down on his already softened brains. Filling him with hatred and lust and desperation in turn. Atrophying his sanity, yet keeping him alive. ]

[ When she screams, he smiles at her, a smile that is all sweetness, but which has an edge of cruelty. ]

Is it really so bad? After all, this is you at your loveliest. At your truest.

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[Saya hasn't time to consider what she thinks of that view, nor even for the words to register. There's only so much her mind can take at once, and this eclipses everything else in one messy second.]

[Like a puppet with strings severed, she crumples.]

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[ Karl's glee deflates the moment she collapses. Like a cheated child, he grits his teeth and glowers at Saya's motionless form, half-waiting for her to revive. ]

[ No response. ]

[ Grumbling to himself, he approaches her sidelong. Stoops to gather her up, not particularly tender, but with a clear touch of possessiveness. She always always does this. Give him a glimpse -- maddening, tantalizing --of her true self. Then retract it like something's hit a secret Reset button in her, reverted her back to a dithering weakling. ]

[ Soon. It's a mantra of sweet promise as he sweeps her off the streets. Soon. ]