The Bodyswap Post
One: Nothing Wrong With Me
In the blink of an eye, disaster strikes: disaster, in the form of a chaotic misassociation of minds and bodies. Everyone immediately blames Headmaster Birony. But for once, zaniness isn't her fault; a faulty spell has collapsed and sprawled across the campus like so much mayonnaise falling from an ice cream scoop, infused with powerful chaotic energies that make it so difficult to counteract.
And so here you are: trapped in a body that is not yours.
Something's Got To Give
At the same time, the multicolored, feathered, amorphous blob monster has emerged without warning, lurching from its attenuated connections with the two innocent students who were used for its summonings into the light of day once more. As they promised, the faculty immediately springs into action, capturing the beast in an immense and convoluted magical cage, which it promptly squirts out of because it is now the size of a cantaloupe.
In this form, the creature has no power beyond annoyance, and the staff are pretty distracted at the moment (Professor King, for example, is currently a frog), so catching it is low priority. Students are advised to be cautious around it, as it has a tendency to gnaw on things like homework, legs, buildings, and complicated spellwork. On the other hand, wouldn't catching it be worth some renown and recognition -- especially if you managed it in a body not your own?
Push Me Again, This Is The End
Perhaps shockingly, the Sundered aren't the only people affected by this mess of Modification. Students by the dozen find themselves in the wrong bodies, and that means the Magicademy is chaos. Cat familiars given human form raid the newly-reopened Great Hall, stealing every piece of food they can and knocking down every glass, book, or valuable item left on a horizontal surface above ground height. Unscrupulous souls take advantage of the anonymity in new forms to steal, bully, swipe, or even just catch a glimpse of attractive students of their desired gender at inopportune moments. Others are taking respect of their new bodies so far that they, well, kind of smell thanks to their unwillingness to bathe. Though classes continue as normal, attendance is a nightmare. In short, chaos rules the Magicademy, and spills over uncomfortably often into those doing their best to muddle through...
LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR! LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR! LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR!
This is the wildcard option.
We just wanted to put that in a heading.
Bodies? Bodyswap? Get it? Eh? Eh? Never mind... |
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A few hours of frowning shouldn't have lasting damage.
"It is Yugi-... I'm sure he would be bewildered, and shocked... but I can't see him snapping at any of your dormmates." Atem was silent briefly thinking back on whether he'd seen anyone else acting strangely. "..... Not really." It was early yet, give it time. "... can you think of anything that might have triggered this?"
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Kaiba huffs in annoyance as Yugi's hair falls in his eyes and angrily shoves it back. It flops into place. He just closes his eyes and folds his arms, sighing.
"Our souls might have been jarred loose by the Deathtoll incident. He accidentally ripped my soul from my body and sealed it in the card, and then we paid a blood price to...end up at a ludicrously themed buffet in another dimension. Long story."
He groaned. "Or it could be that other spectre that he summoned with the duck girl, Webby."
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"..... I could probably find a hair clip for you, or a rubber band....?" Smiling a little too much at this suggestion. Meanwhile his hair which oftentimes would slide in front of his face was of no concern to him. Atem was used to the style.
Atem grew silent at what was said next. He already felt guilty for not having been involved at the time- and he felt more so now. Yugi had filled him in on most of the details at the beach. "...... I suppose it's possible. To think that card has such a fearsome ability."
"............................................. Do you ever think that perhaps Yugi should have a constant chaperone?" He's kidding, mostly but the young duelists seemed to be making a habit of getting himself into all sorts of trouble here. "I feel as if Webby might need more supervision as well." Given that she had tried to convince him to try and draw actual duel monsters here. The duck was inquisitive, and meant no harm but she never seemed to consider the ramifications for her suggestions.
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"I'm fine. Between how we met, Pegasus, and now this card, I'm used to my soul being knocked around by now. Yugi was more bothered by it than I was...but I just don't want him to blame himself again."
He has to give that suggestion a thumbs up and a chuckle. "From what I know of them both, yes. The chaos can't entirely be contained, but slowing down the instigators would help a little."
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".... Yugi, would be bothered by that." As am I, but he kept that last part unspoken. "He does take a lot onto his shoulders, when many things are outside of his control. There was no way of knowing what Deathtoll's capabilities were beforehand." Unless there was a hidden manual for these cards somewhere. "I am glad that you're handling the situation well."
He gets in a laugh himself when Kaiba agrees with the suggestion. "Are you willing to volunteer to keep a better eye on Yugi-" Teasing him a little. "I don't think that either one of us would have enough raw energy to keep up with Webby." Then getting back to the matter at hand.... "Whatever has happened to the pair of you, we should try and locate Yugi.... and presumably your body."