The Swapped Bodies Thread

[Asila]

Evening frowned and wondered what the hell had happened now. She didn't feel right at all. There was something warm around her neck that hadn't been there before, and there were shoes on her paws...but her paws felt different now. Huh? And...and there was something wrong with her chest. It felt too still. She placed a hand over her heart and would have paled if she could. Her heart wasn't beating!!! She drew air in panicked gasps, convinced now that she had died. But then she saw her body sitting only a short ways away and she stared in confusion. What kind of trickery was this?

Malevolos caught on faster. The moment he heard himself laugh even though he wasn't laughing what must have occurred became clear to him. He stood and grimaced. He could actually feel the strain in his muscles. Whose body was this? His power was great enough that he rarely felt so weak! He cursed eloquently in fluid Chinese, but the spoken words only made him feel more uneasy and he abrupt stopped. His voice sounded feminine. He was a woman? He ground his teeth together in fury. Someone was going to suffer for this offense!

[Seven]

"Alright...alright....ALRIGHT!" Devon paced around frantically. He clutched at his hands, then stopped, realizing how dirty his fingers were. "First off...this isn't my body....It doesn't matter if it's not clean....Which means I need to find my real body....." he continued to pace anxiously. "First...I need to find my real body...." he looked over his shoulder. 'There it is...it seems to be fine. I need to get back into my body. How? How did I get here? A spell? I wasn't casting a spell...Someone ELSE was casting a spell! ...But why?"

A million thoughts flooded his mind. It was hard to keep them in order and straight. He felt so jittery. He couldn't help it--he was panicking about losing "himself" and being so...unclean. "I know! I should go take a bath! That should clear my thoughts for a second. Wait...I can't. I don't where I can bath. And my guards would never believe I am who I am like this..."

He continued to pace. "I know! I should go talk to myself! See if I can find any clues there! That's it! Just what I'll do! Then I'll find Rojo and explain everything to him. Surely HE'LL belive me. I mean, he's from another dimension--surely something like this can't be so strange...or irreversible." He gulped to himself, clearly afraid for the loss of his body. He wanted to back home, in his body, ALREADY!

He nervously skimpered over to the real Squall. "Umm..ermm...I don't know how to say this," he wrung his hands automatically, obviously quite shaken. "You're in my body....Do you know what happened?"



Serena closed her--or rather, Malevolos's, eyes and took a deep calming breath. Getting angry, anxious, worried or anything else wasn't going to solve anything.
...She impishly made the minor mental note to stop by a mirror later on to make funny faces and poses. After all, it'd be the only opportunity she'd have to see the grumpy dragon look goofy, why not take advantage of it? She couldn't help but grin a from the happy thought of this, though on the outside, this projected as Malevolos's charmingly fiendish smirk. She blinked, taking a closer look at the reflection.

"Damn..." she loses the innocent look, purposely trying out scowls and smirks a like. "...I'm hot! And powerful...and old......" In a strange way, she couldn't help but feel pleased. Why wouldn't someone want body that's all powerful and practically immortal in comparison to your old one? "No--I can't have these thoughts. If I'm in Malevolos's body, then Malevolos is also displaced. This arrangement is wrong, and I must deal with the situation ethically and try to restore ourselves to our former forms," she thought seriously to herself.
"...Though it would be a waste to not try out flying while I still can..." she started getting her devilish thoughts again. "No! Later! I should find the REAL Malevolos first. Well....considering that I'm in HIS body, a good idea would be to check my body first---even if he's not there, I need to make sure it's alright so I have a body to return to...."

She looked over, spotting "herself" only a few meters away. She noted that "she" was making some very Malevolos-like scowls. And granted, she didn't know Chinese, so she was about to bet that that was him.

She grinned widely, and started strutting towards Molly. Well, she didn't mean to strut, but it sort of came naturally in this body. The whole cool, dark, and dashing bit did. She suddenly felt herself quite tall. She liked the sound of her footsteps, and could only imagine the wild powers that Molly had that she hadn't yet discovered. "Damnit, I'm letting myself get to excited again!" she thought to her self, silencing her impudent, wishful thoughts. In fact, she wondered if she should have been having more attachment to her feminine form. Was it bad that she could so easily come to terms with living the rest of her life in the body of a male dragon, if there was no cure. Yes, it probably WAS a bad thing that she was liking inhabiting Malevolos's body so much---she knew it was wrong on so many, many levels.

She put these thoughts aside when she finally reached the real Malevolos, and try to put away her grin to look serious, though this was not an easy task. "Ehem......Malevolos?" She asked, wanting to double check to make sure that it was indeed him in her body, and not another stranger.

[Rojo]

Squall groaned as "Devon" came over. He rolled his eyes when Devon said "you're in my body..."
"No, genius, really- I never noticed!" Biting sarcasm. Ouch. "And f I knew why this was happening, I would have already taken the person responsible and slit their throat..."
He looked at himself...now where was it? Ah. "Squall" dug a hand into the back of his trousers and produced a dark bottle. He grinned (which turned into a polite smile on Devon's face) and downed the whole thing (putting out his pinky finger as a sort of nod to noblemen in general).
Good. Alcohol. That always made everything better. And blurry.

Rojo stood up. He found it suprisingly easy to balance (most likely due to the tail) but Evening weighed slightly more than him, and the difference was noticeable. He looked about, and saw his own body a few feet away. His first instinct was to swear loudly, which sounded peculiar on Evening's higher voice. He began to march towards himself with defiant determination to find out what the bloody hell was going on.