towerofanimus | We pissed in Jason's cornflakes the post the master edition

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We pissed in Jason's cornflakes the post the master edition

Characters: Swaps swaps swaps swaps swaps swaps Everr'booodyyyyyy
Setting: The library, and wherever you want, really, Event Days 3-5
Format: Anything!
Summary: The Let's-Get-Everyone-Back-Into-Their-Bodies post! It's like a party with science! Use this post for the before, during, or after as you please!
Warnings: Mention of needles, possibly violence if people really don't want to get switched back.

On Day 3, the Hacker Team set to work collecting the supplies needed to switch people back, and late on Day 3, a group figured out how to switch everyone back. Over the last few days, they'll try to gather up all the identity-confused people to switch them back before the last day comes and kills 'em all.

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...Every single detail? My memory's all fucked up right now, so I don't know if I can tell you that.

[After all, with all the memories he had received, half of his brain still couldn't believe he wasn't a Middle-Ages French girl turned Saint.]

But I can tell you the basics. Do you want that?

Fine. Tell me whatever you can.

Well, first day, I ran around flirting with a bunch of people. Even got to make out with a succubus.

[He grins. It was a pretty pleasant memory.]

Then I got caught up in this family dispute between this girl and her asshole brother in the body of a cute redhead. Did the flirting again the second day. Almost both my ass blown up by a redhead who didn't like my proposal. I did get to kiss this one blue-haired girl as a joke, but it was a guy in her body and he got mad. Then I was around looking for you the rest of the day because he told me that it probably wasn't the best idea to go around kissing people with your body.

[And that was when things started getting weird.]

And then...well, I felt really guilty so I ran around looking for you. Can't exactly remember if I met you or not. Spent lots of time in the Cathedral. After that I...started being you.

[A pause.]

Hey, you didn't end up being me or anything, did you?

[She stopped listening about halfway through, too focused on the feeling of her blood running cold, her skin suddenly crawling. He, he....]

You did what?!

[Jeanne grabs a fistful of his shirt, slamming him hard against the nearby wall. Just the force of that action alone was probably enough to hurt, with her level of strength.]

How... how dare you! This body does not belong to you! How could you even think of using it for such foul purposes?!

[There are tears in her eyes now, tears of anger and frustration. She hates looking this week in front of someone else but she can't help it. He crossed a very bad line here.]

I am one who gave everything to following God's word. I had to fight to safeguard my purity from men who wished to use me and you... you have ruined that!

[He does nothing to resist, being both too tired and too remorseful. He just lets himself be slammed against a wall, not even wincing.]

Sorry. Didn't know shit about you when I first got switched. Just...thought it would be fun, kissing somebody as a girl.

[But the kisses had been no more enjoyable than when he was in his regular body.]

So yeah, sorry.

Sorry? You have defiled me, and you think that sorry would be an acceptable thing to say? There is nothing you could possibly say to make up for the things you have done! [Her free hand curls into a fist, like she's planning to punch him straight in the face, but she doesn't move an inch.]

It should not have mattered who I was! This body is not yours to do as you wish, and you should have respected that!

[Again, he doesn't move. He just stares at the fist.]

I know now. Both of those things.

[If she wants to hit him, she can go ahead. Hell, if she wants to kill him, she can go ahead.]

I won't waste you time with words.

... Good. [And then... she lets go of him.]

Because I don't want you anywhere near me for the remainder of our stay within this tower. I will still be performing my duties if they are needed, so do not think you may use this chance to step out of line, but I would greatly prefer it if you kept your distance from this point on.

You're not gonna hit me?

[Because from what he can remember, that's what she would want to do more than anything at this point. Hell, he wanted to punch himself pretty hard.]

You would most certainly deserve it, but I would rather not right now.

[That's a lie. She wanted nothing more than to hit him straight in the middle of his face, but she's going to resist that urge. Such actions are unbecoming of a Saint, after all.]

...Ruler.

[The red lance forms in his hand. He gets into position, looking as if he is about to thrust the spear at her. However, there is a conspicuous lack of any killing intent.]

Come.

[The lack of killing intent is what causes her to merely raise an eyebrow, instead of calling her armor and sword to her.]

Just what are you doing, Lancer?

Challenging you.

[His voice sounds as flat and tired as it did at the beginning of their conversation. Nothing remains of his usually cheer or bravado.]

Take out your sword, Ruler. Or do you want to be naked before my spear?

[He gets a bit of vitality back at the last line. Heh. Innuendos.]

[She grits her teeth, looking quite offended at his choice of words.]

I refuse. I do not raise my sword for pointless brawling, and I will certainly not entertain a single request of yours. Now stand down - a library is no place to draw your weapon.

Make me.

[He knows she wants to hit him. This is why he's gonna give her a reason to do it.]

Or do you want a bloodbath?

[As if to back up his words, he makea halfassed attempt to give off some killing intent.]

[Yeah she still looks pretty unamused.]

I am not in the mood for such things now, Lancer. Cease this useless provoking.

[He thrusts the spear at her, not aiming to hit her, but to narrowly miss.]

Why should I? I've finally got my body back. Could use a good fight.

[Yeah, she's really, really not in the mood, so she doesn't so much as flinch when the spear is thrust close to her face.]

And I would rather not fight. You were not able to respect my personal space during the past few days, so I would greatly appreciate it if you could at least respect this one request of mine.

[He frowns, and then retracts the spear.]

Look, I was you for a day or so. Or as much as I could be you. And from everything I know, you probably really want to hit me right now.

[He taps the butt of the spear against his head.]

I already said I know nothing can make this up to you, but kicking my ass should at least make you feel better, right?

No, it really wouldn't. It may be a brief moment of satisfaction, but it would do nothing in the long run.

I stand by what I said before. What I truly want is for you to not speak to me after we part ways today.

Does stewing in your anger do something in the long run then? I know you're a good kid. Hell, you didn't deserve the shit in your life. Or the shit that I put your body through. And you really don't deserve to to suffer for nothing. Can't smack those English assholes for you...but hey, you can smack an asshole right here, right?

[She scowls.] You humiliate me by flaunting your perverse actions in my body, and then you say I "do not deserve it"? If you thought I did not deserve it, then you should have avoided such actions from the very start!

[Her hands curl into fists, but she still doesn't make a move to hit him.]

There is only so much one person can forgive another for. You have crossed a line, and this is the consequence.

I didn't know!

[Alright, this has managed to get on his nerves as well, and for the first time since the badly done innuendo, he actually sounds like himself.]

I knew shit about you when I first got into your body! And now I know I'm wrong! That's why I'm not saying "forgive me". I'm saying "punch me"! Or hell, kill me, even!

That is no excuse! It does not matter who I am... the only thing that matters is that this body is not yours! You had no right to defile it the way you did!

[Her knuckles are white as she clenches her fists even harder, her nails cutting into her palm....]

And you wish for me to hit you? Then that is even more of a reason to not do so. I will not give you any sort of sick satisfaction from this. In fact, I will take my leave now, I think.

[And she doesn't even give him a chance to protest - she spins on her heel and heads for the staircase.]

Edited 2012-09-23 05:13 (UTC)

[He watches her go...and then turns around and punches the wall.]

...Bastard!

[It's directed at himself. Dammit, why did he never think any of this through? Why did he always fuck up so badly? Why did it never occur to him that she would be offended at any of this? That she would have "tastes" unlike his?]

Fuck...

[Well, there was yet another good woman who he had failed in some way.]

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