An abnormally large but suave tea set, cutlery, napkins and two heavily embellished plates of fruit cakes..?
'The nobility,'
I lifted both hands. Facing large rough palms, I found myself at a loss for what to do. I was getting tired of body-hopping. Especially when there was no clear objective this time around.
In this body, I felt a clear distinction unlike with Ixion's body. It felt like I was merely a puppeteer pulling the strings, but sometimes the puppet refused to respond to my will. It was difficult to move even the most basic limbs at times, and at other times, it was smooth. Even after a good few minutes of practising movement with my hands and legs, I still felt a slight disconnection.
'What's going on?'
I was in a plain black robe, with a single golden thread as a belt. I would have loved to see a proper reflection of myself to get a proper idea of who I was or which timeline of history I was thrown into. I didn't think any of this was fictional, anyway.
