Arhra had been feeling like something was subtly wrong with the universe. Everything was ever so slightly off. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but even her clothes felt slightly different. It had started with an odd sensation shortly after she'd started talking to POS. Trying to figure it out, she listened to POS's fascinating ancedote.
"...and it kinda smelled like bacon," Quite a story, very good if you felt like traumatizing some children. Then what was different clicked. She was ever so slightly shorter. Perhaps half an inch or so. She paled, a look of horror crossing her face. She'd just remembered what POS had said when she'd first felt something odd.
"Anyway, now that I think about it, you actually do seem to be a good deal shorter than you were before..."
No, it couldn't be! Wasn't she short enough? Why did the universe hate her so?! She'd show it who was the microscopic... Arhra calmed herself, not without difficulty. She would need to test if she was right.
Clearing her throat uncertainly, Arhra spoke, "I believe I may have just discovered what effect the chaos blast had upon me. I'll need to check though." With a grim resignation, she finished, "Somebody call me short."
OOC: And the inverse is also true - saying she's tall makes her taller.
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