Hearing her own voice is absolutely eerie. And turning her head to see... herself... with some kind of giant orange dog is even weirder. Kyoko's eyes narrow and her chewing slows, though she doesn't stop slorping down the slice of cheese she was in the middle of eating.
The double is right, though: her magic feels the same. Or... almost.]
Right, [she says, very slowly, once her mouth is free of cheese.] This is some kind of prank, right?
[Unlikely. Faking someone else's magic like this... well. She'd say it shouldn't be possible, but nothing about this place should be possible. Which means it's possible that's really... another her. For real. But she's still processing, and denial is easier.]
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Hearing her own voice is absolutely eerie. And turning her head to see... herself... with some kind of giant orange dog is even weirder. Kyoko's eyes narrow and her chewing slows, though she doesn't stop slorping down the slice of cheese she was in the middle of eating.
The double is right, though: her magic feels the same. Or... almost.]
Right, [she says, very slowly, once her mouth is free of cheese.] This is some kind of prank, right?
[Unlikely. Faking someone else's magic like this... well. She'd say it shouldn't be possible, but nothing about this place should be possible. Which means it's possible that's really... another her. For real. But she's still processing, and denial is easier.]