The newly transformed Doce moved around a bit, just to make sure the image in the mirror moved with her.<span style="font-style: italic">His name's Frahlah Tahmir,</span>she thought.<span style="font-style: italic">I remember seeing him in a few episodes of Slayers. But why do <span style="text-decoration: underline">I</span> look like the prince of the Joker Kingdom?</span>After staring for a minute more and, admittedly, admiring her new appearance somewhat (( --O_O-- )) she tore herself from the mirror, moving instead to a small window embedded in the wall.<br/><br/>She was two or three stories up, and below her was a stretch of garden followed by dirt roads and market place. She could here a little of what was going on outside, like the goat that woke her up. She listened hard, and was able to make out a few words. It took her a minute to realize that even though she could understand what was being said, it wasn't being said in English.<br/><br/>She suddenly felt very afraid, and very far from home. In fact, if she was really in the Joker Kingdom right now, then she wasn't even on her home planet, let alone Illinois! Deciding to be daring, she moved to the heavy wooden door that seemed the only way in or out of the room, finding her movements surprisingly natural considering she was three inches taller and her center of gravity had shifted to that of a man's. Trying the door, she found it to be unlocked, and cracked it open enough to peek outside. There was a stretch of hallway before her that seemed to be empty, so she waited a moment, listening for footsteps, and crept outside when she heard none.<br/><br/>After traveling a ways, stopping and peaking around corners whenever she came to one, a complete nervous wreck on the inside, a voice came from behind her and she jumped--she didn't scream, though; she wasn't much of a screamer. "Oh? Is that you, prince?" The voice had said. The person spoke in English, as she remembered many of the upper class people in the Joker Kingdom often did, but with a heavy, unidentifiable accent. Some odd cross between German, Russian, Italian, and maybe Lithuanian.<br/><br/>She turned to face the person, having no idea who he was and trying not to look as terrified as she felt. If she looked like Frahlah right now, then she might be able to talk her way out of any trouble--assuming she could think of anything to say.<br/><br/>"You must be taking a break from your studies," the man continued. Doce noticed a sword at his hip and wondered if he were Frahlah's swords teacher or a soldier or something. "If that is the case, perhaps you would be up for some friendly sparring?"<br/><br/>"No, sorry," she replied, "but I am busy at the moment."<span style="font-style: italic">Wow. That's an accent,</span>she thought. Hers was lighter than the other man's, but it sounded strange to her none the less. It was weird enough talking and hearing a guy's voice come out, but then you threw in a foreign accent to boot. "I was.. thinking of going out.. to visit the town," she managed, trying to come up with a plausible lie on the spot.<br/><br/>"Oh?" the man asked. "Is there not room for two on this trip? I'd love to come with you."<br/><br/>"I-- I am just looking for some quiet. Maybe another time, then?" She tried, desperate now to get away.<br/><br/>"Alright, my prince," the man laughed. "I can take a hint. Go out and have some fun, eh?" he said, patting her on the shoulder.<br/><br/>"Y--yes," she managed, scurrying away a soon as she got the chance.