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!
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"This is... different," a purple dragon says while walking along with an uncertain gait (as is moving around on strictly four legs is a new concept for them). Which earns some words in the buzzing dragonfly language and a dirty look from the insect perched on one of his horns.
"Of course it’s all I have to say! It’s not like there’s anything new I can add about all this." And then it’s the dragon’s turn to give the other a smirk- to try anyway since his gaze can't reach the bug's chosen perch. "Besides, it’s pretty cool that I’M the dragon right now!"
There is a sound that is likely the equivalent of a sullen mutter from the dragonfly.
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[Got something else in mind? Maybe Spyro’s stuck in your body instead, struggling to deal with having less limbs than before or a number that’s in all the wrong places. And meanwhile, at least there’s a dragonfly "familiar" you can talk to about how dragons work.]
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She likes purple.
But then she notices the dragon is talking to some sort of bug, and she's really not sure what to make of that. So, cautiously, she approaches. The thing is, she's in Hayley the Moonlight Hydra's body when this all happens. Four heads, just now, meaning she can breathe ice but not speak - though she can still sing, at least. Rapunzel has no idea as to where Hayley's gone off to in her own body, but that's taken a backseat for the time being.
"What's going on?" She sings, one head harmonizing with another as the other two perform acapella-style backup. "Is something wrong?"
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"This place sure beats everything else I've ever seen."
A buzz of most likely agreement from the dragonfly.
"I'm Sparx, the dragonfly! ... Or I was, until I ended up here in Spyro's body."
Anyone under a similar predicament knows how it is.
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"I'm Rapunzel, a human, usually," she continues to self-harmonize, as Hayley can only speak normally with one head... "Is it safe to assume Spyro's in your body?" She glances at the dragonfly.
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"Exactly. He should be glad that he hasn't spent any time in the body of that killer toad familiar of his."
At this point Spyro protests in more bug language, though if one is listening hard enough one could pick out a word or two. Something about butterflies in his argument?
"It still tried to eat me!"
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"What?" she sang out in one long note.
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"Sorry. Just uh... something between us two...!"
After a moment something occurs to Spyro-in-Sparx's-body and buzzes something else that apparently he wants Sparx to translate. Something about plays?
"... Spyro's asking if he heard right that your name's Rapunzel." And Sparx pauses as there's more buzzing. "... You're right Spyro, I feel like I might've heard that too from a book or a play once? But you never liked books."
An uncertain, wordless buzz. Probably meant to be a verbal substitute for a shrug.
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"Rapunzel's my name, yes," she sang softly. "You may have heard it in a book, I guess! But it's also the name of a plant, a veegetable!"
She frowns, then. Singing isn't new to her, but a rhyme for vegetable is tricky.
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Ugh. Dry textbooks are the worst pain, enough that the dragonfly makes what passes for a groan.
... Wait that very last word rhymed with the last words of that first couplet. Very suspicious.
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Sparx seems very clearly amused by all of this. He's not as inclined to voice his own commentary when usually only Spyro can understand him. So when Spyro buzzes something to him, he obliges with making it known.
"I don't think a song will get him to prefer books over chasing sheep, but Spyro wants me to say you're a natural. Would he find you somewhere in... what was it again?" A buzz. "... Valhoudor?"
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