☆Fourth Wish ☆ - [4th Wall Joint Post]

[lookinforlight]

This is a joint Fourth Wall post for Norma Beatty, Dist the Rose, and Miyabi. Leave a note in the subject line for which character you want to interact with!



NORMA: Will be in the plaza by the fountain, people watching and looking for the faces of anyone she recognizes.
DIST: Will be exiting the library and gawking at all the people that suddenly turned up. He will then make an attempt to go to Seventh Heaven for piano practice and home to safety.
MIYABI: Will be in the plaza from 8am in the morning as her tiny self, dodging feet left and right and screaming at people to watch where they're stepping. All while carrying two new paintbrushes. From 2pm onward, she will be sized up for her safety and hanging around the forest for some bloody peace and quiet and trying to paint (Please also specify what size you want her to be, big or small!).

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[remirrored]

[In the afternoon, Luke's already come across a few people. He figures that, as long as he's here in the past, he might as well check up on people. It's a little hard, though, considering just how many of these crowds are people he doesn't know.

But he does spot one familiar face as he walks along the edge of the forest. So, he smiles and changes his path to go to her.]

Miyabi!

[inkdrops]

[For a second, Miyabi comes very close to calling out Asch's name. Something about the person approaching her suddenly seemed different, but it...did not seem like Asch. It was more like Luke, really, but...different His hair was a little longer, he seemed taller, and his features were changed as well. She tilts her head in confusion, the hands holding her paintbrush hovering in midair and dribbling ink all over her poor parchment. After a moment of boggling, she'll find find her voice long enough to get one word out.]

...Luke? [wat.]

[remirrored]

[He still kept his hair short, but it's definitely gained more of its... spiky nature. He's two or three inches taller at most (still shorter than Guy, bah.), and he definitely carries the confidence that his younger self doesn't.

At her reaction, and that poor parchment, Luke can't help letting out a quiet chuckle.]

Yeah, it's me. [He gives her parchment a brief point.] Try to salvage what you can of that, okay?

[inkdrops]

Eh? My--oh! [ashfgk! Miyabi whips her brush away from the painting before it completely blots and runs, then sighs. Oh, she could definitely recreate it, or make something different and perhaps even better what with her muse practically exploding like fireworks in her mind, but still. Another time. Sometime far more pressing is at hand right now.

She sets her brush aside, and puts some weights on the parchment as well, so it won't blow away when she stands to greet Luke with a rather critical eye and tilt of her head.]

You look...different, big brother. [Stronger, taller. And not simply in stature. His presence is somehow different - stronger, sturdier.]