bows | wriothesley

[ it is kind of like a fun little game isn't it? their pot bubbles, roils, and then eventually ejects a large puff of smoke at both of them.

by the power vested in me (rng picking potion 4), when the smoke clears there is a second virtuosa standing where wriothesley used to be. he has not realized he is no longer himself. ]

That was anticlimactic.

[ important question: would virtuosa make out with herself? ]

[ we are going to find out!!!!

she does not react right away, instead just... looks at wrio(?). well, this is unexpected. ]

Mm. Do you feel different for any reason? Anything odd?

[ thinks very deeply on this ]

Maybe a little lighter? [ wait a minute. ] Although a few things do look a little higher up...

... we are the same height now, it seems.

[ she walks over, pressing a hand to her forehead and then comparing it to wriothesley's... see? ]

Anything else seems different?

[ uwoh.....ma'am o/////o

he will raise a hand as if to do the same, but immediately get distracted by how much smaller it is. ]

This isn't my hand. [ in fact: ] It looks an awful lot like your hand.

[ wuh woh ]

That is because it is my hand.

[ she reaches over to twirl a strand of wrio's (her?) hair. ]

You look just like me.

[ oh.

is the surface of their potions pot reflective enough to see? doesn't matter, he's going to peer over anyway. the image is a little blurry, but it's definitely not what he sees in the mirror every morning. ]

Interesting. And yet I still sound the same.

[ how come he doesn't get her sexy voice too? :( ]

It is an odd experience from my point of view.

[ she says this, but she sounds more amused than anything else about it. ]

Perhaps it really just affects what's on the outside? Your vocal cords may still be the same.