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mylittlejamjar2014-05-12 01:22 am
rafflesia_neighponi) wrote in mylittlejamjar2014-05-12 01:22 am
1st Blossom ❀ | The sprouting of a sunflower [Visual/Action; backdated to the morning of the 10th]
[The first thing Reimi noticed upon stirring from her rest was that it seemed...warmer than she remembered. But she was a Grass type, the heat of the sun was a pleasant thing, so that was not too terribly odd. But it was mostly quiet...surely she should have heard her teammates moving about and talking to each other or Erika at such an hour? Or was it early still?
Opening her eyes, slowly at first, the Bellossom looked around before attempting to rise from her position in the dirt next to the building. It was not a successful attempt, however, and she flopped onto the ground. Ow. How odd...usually that worked.
And then, looking down, Reimi saw that she no longer had tiny Bellossom hands...but hooves.
Welp. Cue squeaking!]
Visual:
[The visual feed on the scroll comes to life, and there’s a mostly unfamiliar yellow and green unicorn with a scarf of pale and black around her neck, staring up at it from where she lays on her back, magic paper in her hooves. She turns it about for a second, and is grinning like mad, despite the fact she’s kind of failing to pony well currently.]
You know, I was rather excited when this place brought me here not long ago, even as a human, but to be brought back as something else is even better! Although I must admit to not understanding how to move about as of yet, or as to the function of this horn. [She taps it.]
Nonetheless, it is certainly a pleasure to meet you all! I am Hanamori Reimi, originally a Pokemon from the Kanto region. I believe I saw others of my kind here last I was here. If that is accurate, I believe I will not feel quite so homesick as the last time I was whisked away to another world!
[Still smiling, she has to ask:] As excited as I am about being in this new form...Could somepony help me? I seem to be stuck on my back.
~~~~~~
Action:
[Sometime after someone helping her up, Reimi is walking around Ponyville and the Night Market, trying to take everything in even as she tries to learn to walk better. Every so often, she stops to look at herself in a reflection, or trips over herself. Poor kid's getting used to four legs...]
Opening her eyes, slowly at first, the Bellossom looked around before attempting to rise from her position in the dirt next to the building. It was not a successful attempt, however, and she flopped onto the ground. Ow. How odd...usually that worked.
And then, looking down, Reimi saw that she no longer had tiny Bellossom hands...but hooves.
Welp. Cue squeaking!]
Visual:
[The visual feed on the scroll comes to life, and there’s a mostly unfamiliar yellow and green unicorn with a scarf of pale and black around her neck, staring up at it from where she lays on her back, magic paper in her hooves. She turns it about for a second, and is grinning like mad, despite the fact she’s kind of failing to pony well currently.]
You know, I was rather excited when this place brought me here not long ago, even as a human, but to be brought back as something else is even better! Although I must admit to not understanding how to move about as of yet, or as to the function of this horn. [She taps it.]
Nonetheless, it is certainly a pleasure to meet you all! I am Hanamori Reimi, originally a Pokemon from the Kanto region. I believe I saw others of my kind here last I was here. If that is accurate, I believe I will not feel quite so homesick as the last time I was whisked away to another world!
[Still smiling, she has to ask:] As excited as I am about being in this new form...Could somepony help me? I seem to be stuck on my back.
~~~~~~
Action:
[Sometime after someone helping her up, Reimi is walking around Ponyville and the Night Market, trying to take everything in even as she tries to learn to walk better. Every so often, she stops to look at herself in a reflection, or trips over herself. Poor kid's getting used to four legs...]