The Bodyswap Post

[magicademymods]

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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[couldabeenturbo]

Meanwhile, Henrik's voice was letting out a terrified scream nearby, as Dewey woke up to a sight he hadn't expected to see for maybe forty more years: no feathers.

"I'M MOLTING!!"

[unswervingcompanion]

Feathers flew in quick succession to each body part and he ran to the mirror. But, now he couldn't even reach the flocking thing and looked up at the desk that was in front of it. How to get up there?

He didn't have hands but if there was one thing Hendrik was good at, it was being a stubborn mule..or duck in this case. So he moved to the chair nearby and moved it to the desk with what little muscle he had.

It proved to be a momentous task to get his tail up onto the chair but once he did, he hopped up onto the desk and looked up at himself in the mirror. And immediately he regretted this decision as he almost feinted.

[couldabeenturbo]

Molting was not cool. It had to be a spell. Dewey got up to scramble for his spell book, and nearly tripped over the double length of his legs.

"What the..." Too uncoordinated to stand, he crawled to the mirror and pulled himself up into view.

"Oh, phooey. ... So does that mean..."

He scrambles out of the dorm into the hall, immediately searching for his friend? Himself?

"Hendriiiiiiiiiiiiick.....!"

[unswervingcompanion]

Catching himself before he fell over in a dead feint, Hendrik tried to steady himself. But his legs wouldn't obey and he ended up flat on his..err..tail feathers, his short webbed feet almost doing a complete split.

Struggling with trying not to look in the mirror, his eyes caught the tail and feathers and he realized that he only had a blue shirt on! He was completely naked! Ok, well pretty damn close to it really.

In his panic, the knight raced off the table only to fall on his face on the floor. Pain coursed through his body but he knew that he had to try and find Dewey.

[couldabeenturbo]

It was a comedy of errors, all told. Dewey took several tries at walking on Hendrik's freakishly tall legs, but finally managed to wobble his way to the room where they usually met before knight lessons.

"Seeing myself flat on the floor like this is super weird. ... Uh. I guess you noticed we have a problem."

[unswervingcompanion]

A very short person stared up at the tall person. If this was what it was like to be a duck, Hendrik really didn't want anything to do with it. And it took him a few tries for his voice to sound something like himself, though he could still hear the duck in it.

"How do we change back?" It was all the knight cared about at this point.

[couldabeenturbo]

"Iiiiiiiiiiiiii... don't know yet." Dewey made a face. "It might depend on if we're the only ones this happened to. If it's a curse, we need to find the object that reverses it. If it's a spell, we need a counterspell. If it's an artifact, we need to return it where it belongs ... annnnd if it's a dream we just need to wake up."

So saying, he reached down and pinched Hendrik's arm.

"No, huh? ... Welp, not a dream."

[unswervingcompanion]

"This is no dream." If it was possible to look indignant at 3 feet, this one was managing it. His webbed foot tapped and it was an alarming sight when the knight took a look. And he quickly looked away. Nope, not dwelling on it.

"We should find out if this has happened to others. If it has, they might know a way to cure this..condition."

[couldabeenturbo]

"Good idea." Dewey held out a hand to help him up. "C'mon, let's go find somebody. If anyone's got any idea what's going on, it might be Huey. Or - ooh! Headmaster Birony!"

[unswervingcompanion]

Hendrik took the offered hand, anything to help him out in this shortened form.

"The headmaster may prove to be a better choice."

[couldabeenturbo]

"She is pretty cool," Dewey agreed. "I talked to her when we went to the beach. Have you met her yet?"

THe conversation, he hoped, would keep Hendrik's mind off how weird this was. He was personally used to weird, but his training buddy and mentor didn't seem to be coping nearly as well.

[unswervingcompanion]

"I have..been meaning to speak to her." And it was on Yotsuyu's behalf to ask if there was a way to keep people here. But so far he had tried pretty much everything else, except that.

He looked around. "Which way do we go?"

[couldabeenturbo]

"I think her office is this way," he guessed. "But sometimes she's not there. So if she isn't, we can try the great hall?"

[unswervingcompanion]

Hendrik shook his head. "As long as we find her, then I shall search all night." And it occured to him that his small frame might not cooperate with him as he was used to.

[couldabeenturbo]

"You really love being me that much, huh?" He said wryly, keeping his eyes peeled as they moved through the halls.

[unswervingcompanion]

He stopped a moment, trying to mentally command the webbed feet to halt in their course. "I do not intend offense. Merely it is my..maladjustment to this height."

Hendrik stood at a solid 6'7". This difference now definitely wasn't his thing.

[couldabeenturbo]

"Try living like that in a world that's totally different than yours, all the time, where half of it runs on stuff you haven't learned yet," Dewey quipped, though his tone was still mostly good-natured. He couldn't homd unexpected magic shenanigans against his friend.

"And hey, think of it this way... Now you know what would work best for knight training!"

[unswervingcompanion]

This made him pause and yes he woud certainly be in a better position (at least temporarily) to understand how to do instruction for the other.

"Do not think I shall go lightly." Except he totally would.