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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Bodies? Bodyswap? Get it? Eh? Eh? Never mind... |
Isabel: In Dust's body
[Except there is, because her hands are blue and furry, and there are two annoyed voices clamoring at her--Ahrah and Furae must have noticed it even before Isabel did herself. She snatches off Dust's hat, glaring at the paired swords for a moment.]
Listen, you two! I'm going to go find him and hand you guys over, I know this isn't right! [Interestingly, she has help in the form of a large black cat--Chaos has found her already, but hey, she knew he was smart. Isabel's rather glad to see him unaffected, for the moment. At least she seems to have fewer problems maneuvering in a body with a tail--so far. Before she leaves the Purifeul dorm, though, Isabel shoves the hat back on her--Dust's--head.]
Something's Gotta Give: tell me where to turn the screw
[Of course Dust would be the one to spring into action against the fake shoggoth! Save with all the shenanigans, this isn't Dust, which ought to be conspicuous--it's not a pair of twin swords being wielded, but a modified lacrosse stick, while a certain song blares while he--she? works at capturing the thing. Success is not assured, even when the mesh has been turned into more of a cup, and it's paired at the end into sort of a grabbing device...]
Chase it this way!