Voodoo - Boba is given a doll of the muse they interact with. The muse cannot see the doll. Boba can do whatever with the doll as they choose, but if Boba decides to rip it, or scratch it, wounds will appear on the interacting muse. Just basic voodoo magic.
Child - muse becomes their child self (I think it’s something along those lines)
It was a rainy day in the Clutter Dimension. Everything was going as normal as it always did. The forest had a natural smell of oak, pine, etc. Just an overall natural, comforting smell. Though something was off with one individual, specifically the past version of this individual. There was a girl who looked like Boba- No, this WAS Boba. This was her before she even got released from the facility, before she even arrived in the Clutter Dimension in general. Her hair was lighter, and her left eye was back to how it was originally before B.B even became sentient, or made himself known at least. She looked about . . 7 or 9, at least around that age. The kid’s gaze was focused on the ground until she finally snapped out of her trance, and looked around.
This wasn’t the facility at all.
Her stance immediately grew tense, and guarded. Brows furrowed. Eyes sharp as it scanned her surroundings. Something was off. She wasn’t at the facility. In fact, she was FAR from the facility. It made her get uneasy a little bit.
Polly taught them all to become detached from their emotions and feelings, if they even had them anymore.
Looking down, the kid saw a random doll on the ground. Her heterochromatic eyes narrowed.
A doll? Who the hell would leave this out in the forest?
As she stared down at the doll, she could feel raindrops hit her shirt. She took shelter near a big tree. The rain still hit her a little, but it was enough shelter to make sure she wouldn’t get more wet than she already did. She could feel the cold drops of rain against her legs. Her clothes were gonna get wet, but whatever.
The kids were trained to be agile in any type of weather, and situation.
They were made to kill their targets, no matter what happened.
If they got hurt, they ignore it for now until they get their target taken care of, and after that then they get to tend to their wounds.
Oh, well. What mattered was finding a way to get out of this place, and back to the facility. The kid visibly tensed up upon feeling a small shock through her right arm. Right. The facility obviously noticed her absence, and they probably assumed she teleported somewhere else like she normally did sometimes.
// @purple-steven @gazmembranerp @exiled-tommy-rp @izuku-midoriya-rp @the-plushie-friendships @anyone !! Open rp, I can’t remember anyone else who interacted with Boba before💔
