Izutsumi

[scrapdraught]

dangles feathers on a string

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Curse?

[She looks down at her, curious. There is the obvious — hard to miss the cat bits — but she knows better by now than to assume. Maybe cat folk were the norm for her and all these hairless monkeys are the real freaks.]

[nyas]

[ it is a valid assumption, and izutsumi is starting to realize really how much people assume she is the norm or just absolutely wild and strange. ]

I wasn't born this way. Some damned mage used dark arts to merge my soul with that of a beast's. Only reason I look this way.

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Seriously?

[How old is she? And how long has she been an Andrew Lloyd Webber extra?]

Jesus, I wasn't going to pry, but that's terrible. Is it getting worse or staying about the same? You're not on a timer, are you?

[nyas]

[ listen, she may be seventeen but she's Technically an adult in dunmeshi standards. ]

Not like it hurts me or anything, it's just a thing that exists. Always about the same. Just stuck this way until I can figure out how to get rid of it.

[scrapdraught]

Well that's better than it could be.

[Not great either though.]

Do you think anyone here could help? There's a lot of people with magic. Maybe capped at the moment, but if we find a workaround maybe they can pitch in.

[nyas]

Been asking around, some don't know a thing. Others thing maybe there's someone that could help but.

[ it's up in the air? sorta. kinda. ]

[scrapdraught]

No conclusive answers, huh?

[Tough break. She's not the only one in a shit position though, lots of people have come in with impossible problems.]

I wish I could offer you something, but my home world's as plain as paper. No magic whatsoever. The best we could do is surgery, and that's not gonna cut it.