malin
Supernova
- Joined
- Nov 20, 2012
- Location
- with Carmen Sandiego
Giving a final shrug he swallowed in for a penny in for a pound. It was unlikely that the mirror item was going to hurt them in any way shape or form there was a soft glow as the mirror item materialized in their hands. Spice blinked when looking at the small hand held item the reflection being his own face, a face he honestly wasn't comfortable with looking at right now, but before he could discard the item it shattered.
A bright glow encompassed his body. His short white hair returned to it's ginger red, his soft brown eyes were replaced with his real world green, and his features became softer and more in line with his actual age. Gone was his facial hair, and instead he looked like his actual seventeen year old self. His eye twitched heavily not sure what he was about to do, looking at his hands it was clear he had lost his elderly features, and for a moment fear struck him as he looked down at his legs.
They had also reverted back, looking slightly more skinny then they should have, and for a moment fear gripped him as he stood up. It took him a moment to realize that once again his mobility was not impaired, he was just placed back into the body he had tried so desperately to escape from. Blinking he breathed a little easier. He had been placed inside a prison within a prison, and yet he still maintained his mobility there was a joke here that he could deal with figuring out later. Instead he was more or less just angry. "Well... guess we know what that fucking does." He spat in a small amount of anger escaping him. In all honesty he didn't have a clue on what he could actually do now.
All the issues he was trying to escape from returned with his body, and he sat back. great he was once again in the body he hated, but at least he could move. "Assholes" Spice muttered under his breath. He chose to keep the name he had chosen, his username was far better then his real life name any way. He would have been fine with being trapped in this reality, but did they have to give him back those legs, and his back?
Shaking his head he was perhaps even more lost then he was ten minutes earlier. "Why not just shoot us all in the face?" He said bitterly. "Would have been quicker."