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| [Early Monday morning, he woke up in someone's bed. He pieced together fairly quickly who he was from the ring and the scarring on his stomach and decided to do what any normal person would do given what the alchemist was capable of. After leaving a hasty sticky note to tell the other to keep his eyes on his SFC as soon as he's up, Vanitas left the apartment.
Everyone ordered a wake-up call via Network, right?
Well they were so very thoughtfully getting one. The SFC was propped up to get a view of an abandoned warehouse in the lower district. One that appeared to be Solf J. Kimblee was standing in front of it giving a little bit of a wave before he clapped his hands together. What appeared to be red lightning appeared just as he placed his hands against the building. There was a flash of light, and then a large explosion-
Whoops. He didn’t mean to make it that big.
There is nothing but dust, smoke, and fire. Pieces of debris were falling and eventually something hits the SFC in the right way to turn it off.]((Note: Tags will come from kimbutt)) |
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| [The feed turns on and certainly shows none other than the Sufferer. And though his hair is a remarkable mess, it's noticeably not as messy as usual. Eridan hasn't fully had the chance to fix it yet, but man it will be on his top priority. His body or not, he cannot have hair that is looking a damn mess!]Alright, so it's this bloody curse again, let's make this easy shall we? How about you lot show your faces to me and tell you who you are so I don't get anyone mixed up. I'll start off in sayin' this is Eridan, now do me the damn courtesy a doin' the same. Honestly, this curse is such a fuckin' pain. I mean, sure, Sufferer's body ain't so bad, but-- [He lifts up one of the robotic hands, giving it an indignant scowl.]I dunno if the trade off of gainin' an eye for this is one I want. But whatewer, at least it's fuckin' temporary. ((ooc: gently backdated to early yesterday) |
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|  [Mindfang had gone to sleep the way she often did, passing out in a messy nest of blankets on top of a bed in a messy room. So when she wakes up in a much neater room, in a much neater bed she's already on her guard. And then it becomes quite clear that this isn't her much smaller, lady like body, but a hulking brutish one, and. If she wasn't used to(ish) the curses by now she'd be freaking out already.
Instead she saves that for a quick trip to the mirror, knocking over a few partially completed robots and sending a tiny horse running. And in the process bumping the SFC into recording. But even then, looking at Darkleer's face reflected back at her, she manages to keep her cool. Sure this body is disgusting, and the likelihood of this idiot being stuck in hers is sickening, but it's an opportunity, and she's never been one to reject opportunities.
And then a smirk splits across her face, and she cackles, a very un-Darkleer sound and frankly quite fucking weird, before she realises what that little blinking light is and hits the off button quite quickly.]D ---> Hello Vatheon. D ---> I would like it to be know that I have been lying to you all. D ---> I am in fact a big stupid, ugly loser, who has no real friends in my home world and for good reasons too. D ---> I have a tendency to stab those who have done me huge favours like saving my pathetic excuse of a life in the back. D ---> I am nowhere near the realm of cool or intriguing and you would all be better off not knowing me, so I will understand if you all would like to leave now.
D ---> Also I am a pervert and have a weird obsession with hoodbeasts that I really should have grown out of by now. D ---> Good day.(ooc: replies will come from dickleer) |
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| [Hello, Vatheon. This should be a very familiar face to most, but speaking in a very different way from the person it actually belongs to. Anya has familiarized herself with what's happening, but that doesn't make her any less upset about it.]
Oh, you have got to be kidding me. No one told me there were any curses awful enough to put me in the body of a man!
Actually, I'm not even a man. I'm a teenager! A teenager with a penis. Oh god.
And you... kid. Whoever this body belongs to. You had better be on your best behavior with mine. I know several things will be very tempting to your little teenage boy brain, especially if you've never seen a real woman naked, but I haven't given you permission to touch any of them.
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|  [ In this video, there is a lot of smoke clogging up the view. A smoke detector is going off as well, so there is an annoying beeping throughout the video, or at least until someone goes to turn it off. But even after the person in the video- who looks like Leo, by the way, but is definitely acting different than Leo normally does- also goes and opens a window to let the smoke out of the room.
After taking care of those few tasks, the person in Leo's body finally turns their attention to the SFC.] Okay, Leo? I could really really REALLY use some help right about now. [ As not!Leo says that, a towel in the background spontaneously catches on fire. Then not!Leo lets out a very unmanly scream as they turn to go put out the fire, knocking over the SFC and turning it off in the process.] |
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|  This is... [ The face is one Shiro Fujimoto, though he looks quite unsure of himself as he examines one of his hands on the video feed. The fingers clench, relax, and he frowns.
While the Dolorosa has always been curious about humans since first meeting them in Vatheon, this isn't quite what she had in mind when she had wondered what it might feel like to be one of them.] ... most peculiar. Shiro, I believe that I have something of yours. |
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