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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The first thing Lea noticed when he woke up was that he wasn't in the Ka dorm. The second thing he noticed was that when he tried to sit up and take a look around he was briefly pinned down by his hand resting on part of his long (!), blue (!!) hair. And the third thing he noticed was that when he spoke, his voice- while very familiar- wasn't in any way, shape, or form his own. "What the heck is going on here?"
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So yeah, those who know Isa might be surprised if they see him around campus for the moment. Because Isa is suddenly being a lot more friendly, outgoing, and talkative. And he's also openly emoting! What's up with that?
So basically anyone who wants to be confused by Lea in Isa's body, feel free to encounter him still attempting to go to his classes despite the magical mix up.
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Lea's voice spoke up in Isa's typical deadpan tone.
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"You can say that again," he said in Isa's voice. "Maybe a better question would be 'how the heck did this happen'? I mean we weren't even near each other last night, and we certainly weren't doing any weird magic."
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The lack of overt emotions on Lea's face, or in Lea's voice probably came across as strange and uncanny, since the actual Lea was the sort who wore his heart on his sleeve.
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"Seriously?", Lea said. "How widespread is this? And is everybody in the wrong body, or just some people?"
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There's a pause, then Isa speaks up again.
"Also, Lea, I have to know.... how can you stand having hair like this?"
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"As for my hair, it's just always grown that way," he said. "Never could get it to lay flat, and believe me, my mom tried a bunch of different things trying back when I was a kid. Eventually we were forced to just accept it."
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Isa sighs, "In my opinion, I think you're overdue for a haircut."
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"That'll have to do for now," he said. "Will probably do it a bit more neatly before I go out anywhere though."
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"Go out and do... what, exactly?" Lea might have been Isa's best friend, but Isa wasn't exactly keen on the idea of Lea having free reign to do whatever he wanted with his body.
He had an image to maintain, after all.
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He stood up a bit gingerly and stretched. "Anyway, back in a second," he said. "Gotta... well you know." He grinned a bit awkwardly, then ducked out of the room for a moment; fortunately he'd visited the Eather dorms enough times that he didn't need to ask where the bathrooms were.
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Isa can't help but start turning a color that matches Lea's hair, "Ju-just be quick about it, alright?"
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"Anyay," Lea said, quickly changing the subject to something only marginally awkward, "we can't just 'lay low' since we don't know how long this is going to last. If nothing else, we'd have to go down to the cafeteria for meals, after all."