It's not a doll! [Fuschia+Miralis]

In the school where Chitose had grown up, it was considered pretty embarassing if you were far behind everyone else in a class. It was not a public school environment, so it's part of the reason why it wasn't the most typical sort of American education system. When she was a human, she did pretty good at most classes, but there were always a few that brought her averages way, way down.

Math, natural sciences and - somewhat annoyingly to Chitose - geometry, too. Someone who hadn't ever taken geometry might think an artist whose all about making art revolving around colors, shapes, lines and the like would ace geometry, but you couldn't be any further from the truth. Geometry is just math disguised by rectangles, squares, triangles, lines and so on.

Luckily, Chitose wasn't the type to give up so easily. Throughout her entire 'career' as a student, the anime figure had only just passed her tougher classes through rigorous study, typically with friends. Unluckily, Chitose doesn't have any friends now that she's moved to Manta Carlos, so she had no choice but to study by herself in the library. It was extremely boring and the very thought of it was driving the tiny teenager insane, but she had to do it.

Chitose had probably already managed to 'sneak' past the attention of the faculty in the library earlier simply by walking on the floor; it's pretty hard to notice the sound of a six inch girl in sandals walking through unless you happened to look down or had really good hearing. Today, she was dressed in a white long-sleeve blouse with pale lime green diagonal stripes and lime green leggings; a very colorful attire, but Chitose liked dressing herself in bright colors. With every step she took a sort of 'paint' seemed to seep into the floor or anything she stepped on, staining the area with a more vibrant, 'cartoon-like' appearance until the stain wore off a few minutes later.

Chitose looked up towards all of the huge books from the floor, rubbing the back of her head with an uncertain look on her face,
This will definitively be an interesting obstacle to overcome... Chitose thought to herself. She then took her index finger and started drawing a small platform on the ground in front of her. She then continued drawing, making a set of two notably large (to her) criss-crossed legs for another platform on top of it to rest on. As Chitose finished full 'pictures' of her decently detailed drawings, they shifted slightly as they gained weight and became real. Eventually, the artist drew another platform on top of the criss-crossed supports, and then drew a lever connected to a very carefully drawn set of currently 'folded' extending poles built into the criss-crossed legs. Chitose then stepped onto the platform and started cranking the lever, extending the criss-crossed legs to elevate her carefully to browse the books.

She needed a certain geometry book, and she was in the mathematics section - but she didn't see the book anywhere in sight. This might take awhile...

Chitose had not gotten any closer to finding the book when Odin had found her than when she had started, so she was still on the little conveyor contraption browsing the books when the faculty had his little outbreak. She was getting rather frustrated looking by about that point, too, so a stopping point was very welcome for her.

However, she hadn't expected a stopping point to come in the form of a grown man yelling about rats towards her. In fact, the outburst had startled Chitose so much that she had nearly fallen off of her platform in fright. Luckily Chitose was graceful enough to not even trip, but it was still a relatively close call.

Now staring at the black haired formal man, she merely listened to him as he spoke towards her about giving life or some-such. Did... did Chitose go to the wrong library? Was there even more than one library to begin with? She was thoroughly confused to be sure. The man had notably vulgar language and seemed to have one strangely frightened look on his face, like Chitose was some terrible creature from beyond.

The resin figure was about to ask what was wrong when Odin suddenly clapped his hands together. While she was not animated by Odin's powers, his powers were relatively similar to the individual who turned her into an anmated figurine, so it did seem to have some effect. That is, Chitose immediately felt a sharp sting in her head, which caused her to hold her forehead in some surprise, underlined by a high-pitched yelp, "IEE!... ow. Um..." Chitose's yelp was actually way over-exaggerated compared to how much it actually hurt, but that tends to happen when pain is unexpected.

"What did you do? That really hurt..."Chitose began, now looking to Odin fully, "Did I startle you? I am just a student here - my name is Chitose." the resin figure explained, though she felt more explanation may help any future pain spikes from the mysterious man, "U-um, I am stuck as this figurine. I know it is rather strange, so I'm sorry if I startled you."

Chitose was just a bit creeped out by how close the man got to her, a emotion that she expressed by leaning away slightly from Odin's searching gaze as he inspected her body. It didn't help her impression of him any when he spoke even more, either, what with his notably vulgar language. Chitose grew up relatively sheltered from more rough and dangerous types of people thanks to the hard work of her parents, so the only time she ever got exposure to language like this was through the media.

Still, this anime figurine wasn't that quick to judge - he wasn't doing whatever he had done earlier to hurt her, for starters! Regardless, when he asked what she was, she decided to reiterate herself by being more direct, "I, well, I used to be human. I was drugged by a crazed man and injected me with some kind of enchanted paint. I don't even remember it very well, but now I think I'm fully an anime figurine. I don't have a heartbeat, eat, sleep or even breathe. I'm still getting used to talking without breathing... um..."

Chitose didn't particularly like talking about all of the freaky things she's had to go through, but this man seemed to have some kind of invested interest in her body. She was hoping he knew of some way to turn her back to how she used to be, "I was told by the few faculty i have met so far that the injection caused some kind of chain reaction that's fundamentally changed me. For this reason, they said they don't have anything left to fix. But I know there has to be a way... You sound a bit, well, knowledgeable about these sorts of powers. Do you know of anything?"

Some hope was in Chitose's voice, but she wasn't very enthused about her chances with this mysterious character. However, a slight hint of pride was readily visible when Odin called her 'special;' for all of her talk about wanting to return to normal, there were parts of her that were scarily happy about certain aspects of her new body. Her mood lightened by the compliment, she contemplated giving the man a bow back, but instead decided to give a gentle curtsey. Chitose didn't mind coming off as girly if it gave her the type of image she wanted, and a simple curtsey wasn't that big of a deal to her personally

Some more sensitive people might have been annoyed by the laugh placed after essentially calling her lucky for being a figurine rather than something else, but not Chitose. She was a professional at taking things that were typically meant to offend into something positive... most of the time, at least; "Oh yeah, I really do like some of the powers I got with the bundle. And I'm a very humanoid figurine too. I could have been something... else, perhaps."