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towerofanimus2012-09-17 06:56 pm
puppy_lancer) wrote in towerofanimus2012-09-17 06:56 pm
Entry tags:
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?]
[OOC: Replies will be coming fromlance_of_orleans]
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?]
[OOC: Replies will be coming from
lance_of_orleans]
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You got me. I'm not Ruler, but I'm still a Servant. Call me Lancer.
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I am going to throw out a thought-- You had nothing to do with this, am I right? [But then he remembers some of what Lancer had said before. Lightly:] You should not invite others upon a body that is not yours. Some would consider that rude.
[Punishable. Mostly on his part since they seemed to know one another. Jeanne beatdowns were scary.]
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[A pause.]
Guess you're gonna ask me how to find her now.
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[brief pause; nodding to himself]
Come, let's find your body.
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Fine. Though I've got no idea where she'd be.
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[snorting dismissively, he gave Lancer some breathing room. For now. He's got some priorities here, after all. Likewise, he gave his brunch a parting glance. Maybe next time, you classy tray.]
You seem very familiar with Jeanne. Who are you to her?
[Certainly not a lover, no...]
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[She taps her head.]
Nah, I'm don't know too much about her. Just got some important facts shoved in here.
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Hm? What do you mean? You see her memories?
[He's doing his best to not sound curious because nation or not he isn't a mind reader and he'd be fascinated with the thought floating in that head of hers. It's evasive, and horrible, and maybe just a little below what he'd take advantage of--mostly due to who the memories belonged to. A brief grin crosses his lips]
I would not tell her of this ability if I were you. It is bad enough that you are in her body, non?
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[The body of a Servant was more like a vessel or a videogame avatar. Therefore, it was only right that Servants could instinctively feel their own statistics.]
But I don't know much about her besides the name.
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[Motioning Lancer up, he headed toward the staircase]
I wonder when they'll switch you back?
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No really; I am not envious of your position.
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[Subtle warning: go.]
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I have seen her use a sword...
[Grinning, he brushed the hair from his shoulder and headed to the dorms with the lookalike in tow, that is, if he's not imagining the girl turning a blade on him to defend her honor]
If you wish to romance someone wait until you are back, ouais?
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[He's sure he can find some way to avoid turning all of this into a clusterfuck.]