Body Swap!

[puppy_lancer]

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 from lance_of_orleans]

Comments

Re: Fifth floor!

[divinitysoiled]

[Catarina allowed it for now, her hands coming around to her back to trace Lancer's spine. She instantly opened her mouth for a deep kiss, opening her senses to feed on her again. Only a kiss, so the prana drain wasn't too bad, though she certainly wished for a more violent rip of life]



((OOC: Note for anyone read this: We have decided to retcon that Lancer never told Catarina about the Holy Grail, so she has no idea where the divinity she sensed comes from. Now back to your daily angry lesbian makeouts))

Re: Fifth floor!

[lance_of_orleans]

[Lancer eagerly accepts the invitation, pressing her mouth to Catarina's in a much stronger kiss than before. Her tongue goes right into her partner's open mouth.]

((OOC: Note for anyone read this: We have decided to retcon that Lancer never told Catarina about the Holy Grail, so she has no idea where the divinity she sensed comes from. Now back to your daily angry lesbian makeouts))

Re: Fifth floor!

[divinitysoiled]

[She moved her hands up to Lancer's neck, and briefly considered- yes, it would be too easy to break this human's neck. And the divinity that somehow resided within her wasn't anything like the angelic divinity that kept her from freeing herself from that damned girl. She could touch her, could hurt her. Just a squeeze- no, not yet. Her hands trailed back down across her front, reaching for clothed breasts. She hadn't fed enough yet]

Re: Fifth floor!

[lance_of_orleans]

[At this point, the prana drain starts registering in Lancer's mind. She breaks off the kiss and pulls back, but makes no motion to stop Catarina's hand.]

Re: Fifth floor!

[divinitysoiled]

Is something the matter? [Catarina smiled at her, hands cupping Lancer's breasts]

Re: Fifth floor!

[lance_of_orleans]

[She frowns at Catarina.]

Hey, was it just me, or was that last kiss a little...draining?

Re: Fifth floor!

[divinitysoiled]

I found it to be rather invigorating. [She rolled her hips up towards Lancer, using her body to hopefully steer the words to a more sexual meaning]

Re: Fifth floor!

[lance_of_orleans]

Must have been just me, then.

[Lancer leans back toward Catarina. She would need a little more evidence before she could confirm or deny any evidence of prana drain.]

Re: Fifth floor!

[divinitysoiled]

[Catarina captured her lips again, stroking a hand down Lancer's stomach. She would have to be careful.]

[Or kill this pathetic human now. The second option was looking very attractive at the moment]

Re: Fifth floor!

[lance_of_orleans]

[The longer she kisses, the more drain she feels. There is definitely something shady going on here. Before she breaks away, though, she grabs on to Catarina's hand.]

Hey, I never asked you this, but...who exactly are you?

Re: Fifth floor!

[divinitysoiled]

Me? [Okay. This has gone on long enough] I'm merely...

[Her other hand went straight for Lancer's throat, gripping with an inhuman strength] A demon.

Re: Fifth floor!

[lance_of_orleans]

Kuu--

[Lancer grabs on to the hand squeezing her throat, clutching it with her B-rank strength. Such strength had already gone beyond that of a human. It was strength that could snap iron bars and definitely pulverize human bones.]

Re: Fifth floor!

[divinitysoiled]

[Catarina's eyes widen at that. That energy wasn't demonic... what...]

What are you?

[That look on her face... her grip weakened ever so slightly, a flash of an angel forced into unnatural sleep due to her actions crossing her mind]

Re: Fifth floor!

[lance_of_orleans]

A Hero.

[Frankly, Lancer wasn't in the mood to give her a detailed explanation.]

Re: Fifth floor!

[divinitysoiled]

[Slowly, she let go. This wasn't right. She... didn't feel right doing this]

Better than another damned angel.

Re: Fifth floor!

[lance_of_orleans]

[Lancer also releases Catarina as she coughs and gasps for breath.]

Huh, what's wrong with angels?

[Were they douchebags like the gods tended to be?]

Re: Fifth floor!

[divinitysoiled]

They stick their noses where they don't belong, are disgustingly moral, and won't die to free the succubus they unwittingly bound to them.

[Catarina rubbed her wrist, almost looking like she approved of something] You're quite strong.

Re: Fifth floor!

[lance_of_orleans]

Comes with being a hero.

[He smiles, but doesn't stop staring at Catarina.]

What sort of demon are you anyway?

[If she turned out to be another zombie, Lancer would have to kill her.]

Re: Fifth floor!

[divinitysoiled]

You can't tell, by the fact I couldn't snap your neck instantly? I have a succubus's strength, after all.

Re: Fifth floor!

[lance_of_orleans]

Were you ever human? If you're some perversion of human life...I'll give you a five minute head start as a reward for that kiss.

Re: Fifth floor!

[divinitysoiled]

No. I was born of a succubus and a wolf demon. [Her lips tightened at saying that] I assume crossbreed demons do not exist where you are from, as you would have been mocking me already for my heritage if that was true.

Re: Fifth floor!

[lance_of_orleans]

[The hostile atmosphere around Lancer dissipates.]

Heh. If that's the case, then no, I've got no problems with you at all. I just hate shit like vampires and zombies.

Re: Fifth floor!

[divinitysoiled]

Oh, vampires. [Catarina made a disgusted face] Those that don't have the grace to die when my blade strikes their heart have my eternal hatred.

[Though, what Lancer said about that... and the sudden easy atmosphere...]

So you are not a divine hero.

Re: Fifth floor!

[lance_of_orleans]

Eh, I'm a demigod.

[A pause.]

Uh...well, my original body was.

[Another pause.]

...I guess I should tell you this body isn't really mine?

Re: Fifth floor!

[divinitysoiled]

Gods. [Another disgusted face] I've enough of those as well.

[Catarina smiled slowly, interested] Really. I wonder how that works out... sad, though. This body is quite cute and filled with life energy. I wouldn't have minded eating quite a bit of it while you screamed in pleasure.