"Does it matter?"

"So I arrive in a new city with only a few days to my name and suddenly a team based game is here?"

I need to reorder my stats page, it's still showing stuff from citta.

Master Impersonator Mimi

Lover of all things jewels and fashion

A loyal manipulator.

May decide to randomly take your form!

Get her to trust you and she probably will actually be nice to you

          There was no point in losing her composure now, even if the mere thought of the traitorous clown made her furious nowadays. Her morality may have become dreadfully skewed over the years, but the one thing she couldn’t stand was a traitor.

          Nastasia took a couple of deep breaths before answering. “Yeah, you’re right. Besides, they were powerful enough to strip both of us of our powers…That probably means they’re bad news. I still want to talk to the management if possible. I can’t figure out what it is they really want from us…”

          Locking her hands behind her back, she slumped a little bit. “Well, uh…I guess we’re gonna have to stick together then, huh? I mean–since we’re, um–I mean you’re the only person I know and you’ve been here before…”

          And there was the awkward. She was so used to having the relationship of a superior towards Mimi, keeping her and the others at arm’s length–she was still trying to get used to having more personal relationships.

“Trust me. I’ve tried many times to get in contact with those meanies. No luck.” More so that it seems that these scientists have created their own little world for them to observe in. Mimi was curious about how they could do such a thing.

          So, it seemed Mimi was aware of that whole power-stripping business; there was no use trying to hide it or bluff about it. Her shoulders slumped very slightly, and she winced–just because it apparently happened to everyone who came to this city didn’t make her any happier about the situation, or less exposed.

          At the very least, whatever time Mimi had spent in this place hadn’t seemed to change her too much. That was good. But what wasn’t good was her answer to that last question.

          Nastasia knew that one had been a long shot, but it was quickly forgotten at the mention of him. 

          “What–Dimentio?!” Surprise flashed across her visible features, and her hands fell to her sides, balled into fists. “No–but how? He’s dead, at least…I think…that’s what happened…”

          One hand unconsciously reached up to the side of her head as if scratching behind her ear. The truth was that old injury was hurting again, the one he’d caused, the one that had killed her.

         “…Did I miss a memo or something? Did you all just tell me he was dead so I wouldn’t throw a fit?” It was halfhearted–she knew it wasn’t true, but the implications of him having been here were…upsetting, at best.

The other’s reaction was understandable. After all, Nastasia had sacrificed herself to protect the count. Even then, HE had died, at least so it seemed. Mimi looked to the side, trying to remember the small, bitter conversation she had with the traitor.

“Mario and the others did kill Dimentio. However from what I’ve heard from HIM, Dimentio said the scientists brought him to the city RIGHT before he game overed.” Just the thought that Dimentio may be crawling around irritated Mimi. 

          Nastasia was irritable, upset, and thoroughly lost. She hadn’t been in a town so large and sprawling in a very long time, and certainly never with buildings this tall–it made her feel naked and claustrophobic at the same time. Her arms wrapped around herself tightly, she was heading down a sidewalk and trying to look like she knew where she was going, the staccato of her heeled boots following her along as she went.

          The voice made her stop, though. She’d know that squeal anywhere.

          Nastasia turned to face her old, shapeshifting coworker, a clear surprise showing over what was visible of her face. “M–Mimi? You’re here?–What are you doing here?” She tried to mask her own shock, but it didn’t seem to be working too well. Why was she here, of all people? What had brought her here? There was a little spark of protectiveness in her for the girl that left her even more furious at whatever force had whisked them here with seemingly no way out.

          “Scientists–oh, um, right.” She glanced away, clearing her throat and trying to regain her composure. “I–uh–I don’t remember what happened. I just woke up and they told me they’d brought me from my world to this one. And I tried flipping–still could, but it wouldn’t let me leave the dimension, it’s like there was a wall…”

          Something struck her. Her eyes went wide.

          “Mimi. Have you seen any of the others here?”

          …Part of her knew why she was asking, but she didn’t want to admit it.

“Well I guess little ol’ me is gonna have to answer your questions one by one.” While some of ‘the questions’ were not in question form, she would figure that the other would be a little lost.

“As for what happened... I have no clue. I was brought here the same way both times I’ve come here. Golly, if they want us to participate in their experiment , the least they could do is tell us how we got here.” Mimi went on a little irritated tangent before continuing to a different topic

“While I don’t understand HOW they did this, but they somehow limit our powers. The longer we stay here, the more we unlock our old abilities it seems. At least, that’s how I fully unlock my shapeshifting.” She gave a basic of what she knew. Mimi didn’t know if there was any way of getting their powers back.

Either way, the other had asked if she had seen anyone else. Part of her wondered if she wanted to see the Count. Oh how Mimi wished the count was here. “Well there was one of the heroes peach... and...” There was a pause. Her face turned serious.

“Sheesh. this city is as huge as always.” She didn’t have all the locations committed to memory beforehand. Now she has to start this process all over again. It was quite annoying. The shapeshifter sighed as she looked around. However, amidst this mini expedition, she found a familiar face.

“No way, Nassy? Is that you?” A sudden excitement filled the girl as she saw spotted Nastasia. She quickly ran towards the other in haste.“Yep. Totally you alright! I can spot you from a mile away. “ It was at this moment that she realized what this meant. Her excited smile quickly turned into a pouty frown.

key lime: where do you want to be right now?

“Well gee, Shouldn’t it be obvious? I want to be anywhere but this dumb city.”

peach: how do you relax?

chocolate: when was your first kiss?

french vanilla: how old are you?

cotton candy: three places you want to travel to?

strawberry: a language you wish you could speak?

coffee: favorite cosmetic brands?

mint chocolate chip: indoors or outdoors?

cookie dough: do you play any instruments?

rocky road: favorite songs at the moment?

butter pecan: favorite songs for life?

cheesecake: what's your zodiac sign?

toasted coconut: the beach or the pool?

chocolate chip: what's your most popular post?

bubblegum: books or movies?

pistachio: manga or anime?

salted caramel: favorite movies?

birthday cake: favorite books?

moose tracks: favorites for manga?

orange sherbet: favorites for anime?

peanut butter: favorite academic subject?

black raspberry: do you have any pets?

mango: when and why did you start your blog?

mocha: ideal weather conditions?

black cherry: four words that describe you?

neapolitan: things that stress you out?

raspberry truffle: favorite kind of music?

chocolate marshmallow: favorite brands of candy?

toffee: a card game that you're good at?

lemon custard: do you eat breakfast?

dark chocolate: turn ons?

fudge: turn offs?

peach: how do you relax?

praline: a popular book you haven't read yet?

superman: do you like sweaters?

cherry: do you drink tea or coffee?

dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play?

blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried?

ginger: a new feature you wish tumblr could have?

blueberry lemon: favorite blogs?

almond: favorite mean girls quote?

butterscotch: what color are your nails right now?

cinnamon: have you ever been confessed to?

blue moon: have you ever had a crush on someone?

cappuccino crunch: do you take naps?

mint: the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?

brownie batter: do you like sushi?

key lime: where do you want to be right now?

red velvet: do you wear prescription glasses?

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