003 - [Video]

[dontyoujustwish]

[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.

...what is going on with this boy's wardrobe?

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[dontyoujustwish]

That's very true. I'm supposed to be dead myself.

Oh- I think this is actually the same building. Larmline. Let me check the apartment number.

[Time to venture out of the bedroom... and be greeted by a small army of dogs.]

Ahh, down boys.

[goddammitaxel]

Alright.

[He can wait patiently. At least, until he sees all those dogs and perks up just slightly. Saix gives a sharp whistle and speaks over the SFC firmly.]

No, down. Sit.

[dontyoujustwish]

[That seems to work surprisingly well. Three of the four dogs sit, tails still thumping the floor, while the fourth one at least settles down enough for Anya to get past it.]

Is he a dog-sitter? This is an awful lot of pets.

[goddammitaxel]

They might all be his... I wouldn't know. He traveled with a talking dog for a long while.

[And since the dogs all listened, Saix starts to give them praise. He knows his way around dogs, having one himself.]

Good dogs. Now stay...

[dontyoujustwish]

Well, anyway...

[She makes it to the door in Sora's pajamas and opens it to peek at the other side.]

106. That's the number.

[goddammitaxel]

Alright, give me a moment.

[A dark portal suddenly appears in the hallway, and he steps through. Corridors of Darkness are such convenient ways to travel.]

Alright, I'm here. Let's see what we can get.

[dontyoujustwish]

[Anya!Sora jumps in surprise and then snaps her fingers.]

Teleporting. I miss that.

[She opens the door to motion him in.]

His room is this way.

[goddammitaxel]

I'm glad this body still has it.

[He follows her in and head straight for the kitchen so he can grab a garbage bag. Just in case, and such. There is also, maybe, just a slight pause to pet some of the dogs. What? You can't judge him. He gets it all over with quick enough so he can follow her directions to the room.]

[dontyoujustwish]

It's not a bad looking body either.

[Anya goes ahead back to Sora's room and opens his closet wide for Saix's benefit. Just look at all those zippers and belts and things.]

[goddammitaxel]

...I think I prefer my own.

[These hips and twiggy arms, man.]

[Still, he's going to focus on reaching into Sora's closet and just shoveling whatever he can find into the bag. It's entirely possible that he takes to the task with a little more glee than is really necessary.]

[dontyoujustwish]

I'll have to have a look at it to judge for myself.

[Anya attempts to help, although Saix seems to be doing pretty well on his own.]

[goddammitaxel]

What do you look like normally? [Which reminds him-] I'm Saix.

[dontyoujustwish]

Like a very attractive blonde woman in her early twenties. Though I've been considering changing my hair again.

Oh. I'm Anya.

[goddammitaxel]

I'll make sure to look out for you after the curse is over, then. I'll be recognizable. I don't think too many in Vatheon have a scar on their face.

[dontyoujustwish]

I suppose it's a fairly noticeable scar?

[goddammitaxel]

Yes. Right in the middle.

[He pauses in the middle of shoving in a jumpsuit into the bag to trace an X over the bridge of his nose.]

[dontyoujustwish]

Oh, I'm certain I'll recognize you then.

[She uses his pause to stuff an excessively be-zippered jacket into the bag as well.]

[goddammitaxel]

As I said, I'm hard to miss.

[They're starting to have cleared a good chunk of the closet out, which is good because the bag is starting to bulge.]

Where do you think a good place to set this on fire will be?

[dontyoujustwish]

We really just need to avoid the fire alarms. The park is nearby.

Though when you can teleport, the distance doesn't really matter.

[goddammitaxel]

I simply wanted to know if you had a preference. [A gesture of his palm and a Corridor opens.]

You'll feel somewhat strange going in, but there shouldn't be any adverse effects for the first few journeys.

[dontyoujustwish]

[Anya does not seem all that concerned as she approaches the Corridor. Mostly just curious.]

I've been through portals to dark dimensions before. They're always a little disorienting.

[And in she goes.]

[goddammitaxel]

[More like 'might have strange affects on your heart', but you know what, that's fine. If she's used to it, less worry on his end. He waits until she's through before following himself with the bag in tow. Once in the park, he just dumps it all on the ground.]

You'll want to stand back when I light this. I'm still getting a handle on his powers.

[dontyoujustwish]

[Well, hmm. It does feel a bit different than she was expected, but not alarmingly so. As advised, she takes a few steps back from the pile.]

Does this body have any powers? There should be some compensation for having to be male.

[goddammitaxel]

He can summon a blade in the shape of a giant key and cast some spells- I suppose 'Firaga' isn't a phrase you'd normally use?

[Different Worlds mean different magics sometimes, after all. Taking a deep breath, he tries to concentrate. He's used Fire spells before himself, he knows how to use his own kind when going Berserk, this shouldn't be too difficult if he just thinks it through. He tries to direct all the excess energy in him and snaps-]

[Okay, that is a slightly bigger FWOOSH of fire than what he was going for, but it's controlled, and that's what matters. The entire pile of clothing is also now on fire. Excellent.]

[dontyoujustwish]

No. It sounds like a poor attempt at Greek.

[She watches the pile of clothing burst into flames, eyes widening a bit. That was somewhat impressive.]

...we should have brought marshmallows.