Powers transferred with our bodies. But we're in our own clothing, so...

[ Haruka's reasoning is cut short by the sudden appearance of Such Horse. (World Shaking is now staring out to sea, puffing dust. Apparently he also finds the waves soothing.) Hello, horse. You. Oh. Hah. You think she's Michiru, don't you?

She raises a hand to pat Vivace's nose, almost in apology. She's got no idea what you're saying, whoops, and that blankness shows on her face. ]



Sorry, move down the line. We'll have this sorted out soon.