Blaze groans and bends over as the nausea hits, looking around as the world disappears.
"Nnngh... should've run away..."
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Narrator wrote:The cat will see...static! As the four in close proximity start to slicker with it, seeming to fade slow...out. She could approach closer, but would that be prudent? Only time will tell!
--Chisame, Chronicle of Art--
Chisame's eyes open woozily, the light hitting her eyes in unfamiliar patterns. As she blinks up, she may see why--in the sky, the sun hangs, like always...but it is not her sun. Rather, it seems almost like...a painting of the sun. A bright, but interpretive view of the orb she's so used to--a ball of yellow that seems stained into the blue watercolor sky...She herself, once she comes fully to, will note that she seems to be laying in a field of grass...or, at least, again, someone's version thereof. Really, it feels more like she's laying on a massively thick sheet of paper, with grass and flowers painted on it...though it's not as uncomfortable as one might imagine, all things considered. What might finally rouse her fully to wakefulness, however, is the faint female shadow hanging over her, and a voice.
"A strange new creature
Body not of paint or pen
Where do you come from?"
Narrator wrote:--Chisame, Chronicle of Art--
Binking up, Chisame is greeted by a woman...or a facsimile thereof. ( http://image.lowriderarte.com/f/feature ... ressed.jpg )
"What manner of town
Could this strange 'Muffinville' be?"
The creature tilts her head susoiciously.
"...Do you work for HER?"
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