towerofanimus | Body Swap!

Characters: Lancer in Ruler/Jeanne D'Arc's body and you
Setting: Room 02-19
Format: Action, prose, and brackets--anything is fine
Summary: Lancer wakes up in a girl's body and decides to put it to good use.
Warnings: None, but sorry for post spam

Day 1 Prompts

Room 02-19

[Lancer wakes up feeling strange. Scratch that, just the fact he had woken up feeling like he had come out of a deep sleep was odd in and of itself. He had never needed much sleep, even as a living human. In the Tower, he had contended himself with only dozing off lightly.]

Ugh...

[Another point of contention is the room. This is definitely not his room, as he can see from the way that the beds are furnished. And this is definitely not his bed given the distinct lack of beer cans around the foot of the bed.]

What the...

[As he shifts to get out of his bed, his body feels strange, as if its balance is not quite right. He looks down at his body, and barely holds himself back from squeaking.]

[Holy shit! A girl! He was a girl! Or, at least, he was according to those breasts he was not sporting.]

I'm...

[He hops out of bed. At this point, information begins to more or less funnel into his brain. Class: Ruler, Strength: B, Agility: A...One by one, her stats appear in his mind; no, it is more like he reflexively knows it. This is his body now.]

[Strength is less than what he's used to, but speed seemed to be the same. A big grin spreads on his face when he realizes he has much better luck than he was ever used to having. It only gets bigger when when he realizes she has an A+++ Noble Phantasm. Even if he didn't plan on using it, it sounded like a pretty sweet deal.]

[And come to think of it, Ruler was a girl, so she was rooming with other girls, right? At this point, Lancer's grin threatens to split his face in two. Oh yeah, he could definitely work with this.]

[He didn't plan on being in Ruler's body forever, but he could live with it for a while. In fact, he was gonna have some fun.]

Cafeteria

[The blonde girl in armor is giving a bright, and some would say seductive, smile to anyone who passes by her.]

Hello, who might you be?

[Men or women, it does not matter. This is Lancer's only chance to score as a girl...and "she" isn't gonna let it go to waste.]

Block 1 and Block 2

[Just because she has a new body doesn't mean Lancer is remaining still. She can be found doing several things in places throughout the tower.]

1. Relaxing in one of the safer floors. Who knew the Tower had such nice swimming pools, or such beautiful forests? She certainly feels better here than she has ever felt since her initial arrival.

2. Glaring at the art on Floor 22. God, whoever runs this place has no taste.

3. Cathedral. Lancer didn't want to come here, but it was like she had been compelled to by this body. She sighs and sits down in one of the pews. At least it wasn't creepy like Sancraid's church from back home. Now, if only she could get the memories of actually being Ruler out of her head.

4. Outside the morgue. Lancer growls in annoyance as she stares at the monster chasing her. Usually, she wouldn't even peeped in a nasty-smelling place like that and thus never attracted the thing's attention, but usually, she wouldn't be distracted by memories of being a peasant girl from France.

Day 2 Prompts

Infirmary

[Lancer is standing in the infirmary, looking awkward. She doesn't know how to proceed with this. As a Servant, she shouldn't even be capable of getting sick, but this cough refused to go away.]

Day 3 Prompts

[Lancer spends much of this day curled up in the Church, reciting the Lord's Prayer over and over again. Even though the words should be foreign to her, it is like she knows them by heart.]

[The memories she still retained from her old self told her that she had wronged Ruler. The new memories slowly invading her mind told her she had done worse: she had sinned. She had offended God. So here she was, confessing and begging for forgiveness. Not just from Ruler or the girl's friends, but from a higher power.]

[At first, she had tried to resist those urges. After all, she wasn't Ruler. Ruler was the Saint. Ruler prayed. Lancer was the guy who ran around every day causing a maximum amount of havoc. But this newest memory had broken her down.]

[Toward the end of her life, Ruler had been betrayed, imprisoned, and interrogated. She had held out, of course; she hadn't been a Hero for nothing. But it had mentally more or less violated her. And in the end, she had been tricked into a confession.]

[Yeah, he felt like shit now for messing around in her body.]

[He wanted to apologize to someone, anyone. Just apologize and apologize until he could be forgiven.]

[And who better to forgive you than God?]

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[There's a look of confusion.]

I do have a generous luck rank, so your comment makes little sense. And I would rather you not refer to me as a girl. I am a knight.

Alright, a lucky knight, then. I was just saying that it's great you could get a cute vassal who cooked delicious food. Careful that I don't steal her away, now.

Your jesting is out of character, Ruler. No one would take that seriously, even as a joke.

What, I'm not allowed to have a little fun now and then? Just for today? Just because you're the perfect knight doesn't mean I have to be as well.

[Okay, that was funny. Saber: the perfect knight. She chuckles a little. It's kind of creepy.]

[Lancer joins in with a soft chuckle. She must have said something right this time.]

Hey, you know, you and your vassal should come to dinner with me sometime. My treat.

[She'll even be on her best behavior.]

You do not know how to cook. I am afraid we will pass on the offer. I have no wish to consume these nutrition bars.

You sure about that? I haven't cooked much as a Servant because I had no need to. I bet I'd surprise you if I ever did cook.

[Saber stood up to her full five feet height and met Ruler's eyes.]

It is dishonorable to lie, Ruler. I suggest ceasing this moment.

[This actually offends Lancer. She's not sure what sort of hero Ruler was, but Lancer is a man (woman?) of his word.]

I'm not lying. Come over tonight and either I'll have something cooked, or I'll get you something from the restaurant here.

Blatantly contradicting yourself is the same as lying. You either lied before when we first met or you are lying now. Which is it?

[Oh crap, was Ruler a horrible cook?]

Not sure what I said at first, but I'm being completely honest now.

[Saber is quiet for a moment, meeting Ruler's eyes with her own.]

There is something not right going on that I cannot place. Until I can, I do not feel comfortable subjecting my vassal to it. I must decline.

Is that so? Shame.

[She doesn't press further. Maybe after she's back in her own body, it'll go better.]

Offer's still open for any time. If I contradict myself again, talk to Lancer and tell him to foot the bill.

I am not going to force such a thing upon him when he is not responsible for it.

Actually, he set me up for this. Said he wanted to pay you back for something.

[That wasn't technically a lie.]

No wonder the execution is pitiable.

[She shrugs.]

Hey, was worth a shot.

I would expect you to let the Hound do his own dirty work.

I'll keep that in mind. But does that mean you'd take his invitation to go to dinner?

No. Using an intermediary such as you to ask that of me is a coward's way of handling the situation.

Well, he's sorta embarrassed about everything.

[Again, it's not a lie. Lancer was trying to thank Saber, but like hell she would ever tell Saber what it was for. For all she could care, that little bout of crying never happened.]

I do not care. He needs to be a man and deal with it himself instead of pushing it onto you.

[She winces.]

I'll...uh...tell him that.

Good. Anything else?

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