<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/sownAnp.png?1)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ophelia Hearth-Walker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2333791)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>lacey red/black panties, blue thigh highs<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hallway<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Satora, Ana, others, open<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>8/8 -<strong>AC:</strong>14 -<strong>SP:</strong>6/6 -<strong>Souls:</strong>7/7<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Ophelia cocked her head aside when Satora shouted for her to cover up, "huh?" she murmured, glancing down at herself. Apparently it wasn't until that particular moment that she remembered her state of dress, and how it wasn't quite...up to code, "oh..." she remarked, casually crossing an arm across her chest, only a slight blush on her face, "well it's not the time to be playing dress up either" she countered, more concerned about them being blasted across space than her chest being exposed to a bunch of other girls she changed and showered with anyways.<br/><br/>For the elf's sake Ophelia would slip behind Ana: her bodyguard, chaperone, and watcher all in one, covering up her chest by pressing it into the strong woman's toned back, "I'm inclined to say kidnapped. Either we're trapped in an elaborate illusion spell or the entire building has been shunted somewhere else" she said, still withholding the details about the mismatched sky, not wanting to put out a dangerous idea before everyone had their bearings, "come on, let's find her" she said, referring to their dorm mother, tugging on Ana's sleeve as she headed off towards their dorm mother's room.