Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27600777-20170925222552/@comment-32004538-20171001221711

She heard someone screech about them being a unicorn. She winced.

"Note to self: Stay away from angry unicorns," she muttered to herself, before trying to create an illusion. Nothing happened, and she frowned. "Uh..."

Wait. If she was in an alternate universe, maybe her powers were backwards? She squinted her eyes, focusing, and suddenly the world turned blueish-black and white.

"X-ray vision. Helpful."

So if my phasing powers are backwards, what's the opposite of phasing?

She thought for a moment. ''I guess...since phasing is becoming less dense, then I would be that rocky human guy from the movie...what's the name...Fantistic Four! So maybe I become indestructable and more dense.''

She concentrated for a few moments. When phasing, it was like an icy chill for a few seconds. So Ashira tried feeling hot.

''Hot, hot, hot...deserts. Sun. Fire. Blazing heat.''

Sure enough, her paw felt extremely hot, as if being dunked into the sun, before suddenly becoming...bigger. She winced at the hugeness of it, but it didn't feel unnatural. Huh.

She reduced it to its normal size and then checked herself.

Still a cat. Oh well. A cat couldn't be too bad...right?

She spotted lava and winced, then blinked as a realization came to her.

Is lava water's replacement?

Suddenly the world flipped, and Ashira yowled. Already she had grown used to her slightly high-pitched voice, but the yowl was different.

She ran, paws hitting the earth for a few moments before it righted itself. She yelped, nearly sliding into the lava. She stared it down, considering the options.

I guess lava would be my only option... With a sigh, she braced herself. Here goes nothing.

She bent down and lapped up the lava, only to freeze and cough. The lava was drinkable, but it seemed to burn everything it touched. She sprinted away, even though the rational part of her knew it wouldn't jump into her mouth.

She stopped as she spotted a mouse. Usually she didn't waste time on such things, but...well, she had less of an appetite as a cat, and the mouse would do.

She crouched, watching it, before springing. She landed on it and, surprised, nearly let the mouse go. Her stomach gurgled, though, and she remembered her mission.

Mouse never tasted so good.

Probably because she'd never had any before.