Hunter: All dreamylike, in a vision<br/><br/>There are many things that can make a person disoriented, but nothing beats the unique feeling of finding oneself in a body that had been so very familiar years ago and was...well, like putting on an old shirt that still fits but no longer feels like it used to. It's that strange mixture of normalcy and wrongness, coupled with the mystic nature of the vision to keep her from being too overwhelmed by the sudden shift.<br/><br/>No, the overwhelming part were the memories rushing back of this fateful decision, and the rare opportunity that hindsight can now grant her. She knows exactly how the fateful choice to join the pirates would play out. How quickly she would discover that the stories had lied to her. And she can recall that sick feeling as she was bent over an taken, that distressing feeling of gratitude that the captain had been too eager to realize his prize's true nature. As a 'boy' she had it bad...as a girl she's sure now she wouldn't have survived.<br/><br/>But...could this time be different? She hadn't forgotten her training...and she knew what was coming. Could she change how things had occurred? Turn the tables.....on a bunch of bloodthirsty pirates. No, no chance of that. Hunter finds herself shivering and hugging herself at the mere thought of how that would play out. She was stuck here at the crossroads though. She knew she should go through with it again...that what she had learned had saved her life in the tower, had helped the group to get as far as they had. But...no, despite her joking and pretending it hadn't bothered her, she knew her ordeal had left its mark on her. It's a strange irony that for all her willingness to press on against a seemingly unbeatable foe, she couldn't bring herself to re-experience something she knew she would survive.<br/><br/>Feeling strangely guilty about the whole thing, Hunter found herself turning away and walking towards the circus...