Bodyswap Disaster - Closed Starter
One day, you find yourself waking up thoroughly sore, scraping yourself off the floor of a Monastery classroom. As you strain to remember how you wound up there, you catch sight of your hand – except it’s not yours. Nor are the clothes you now wear, or the body beneath them. Your actual self is standing opposite you, staring back in shock and… covered in dust? Before things spiral further, the professor attempts to quell the growing chorus of unrest with an explanation, which also serves to jog your memory. This was supposed to be a seminar showcasing the magical properties of a magic tool from Tellius known as Warp Powder. Unfortunately, its volatile nature lends itself to many potential side-effects if mishandled… one of which is ripping people’s souls out and depositing them into the nearest acceptable vessel. The unbothered professor assures everyone that this “minor inconvenience” will wear off on its own eventually, and that the Monastery will still be expecting the completion of your usual assignments and duties in the meantime. [Grants Any Weapon +1]
Grima could barely think as she lifted her head off of the ground, coughing as the dust in the air started to kick up once again. She grunted as she sat up slowly and listened to the commotion around her. What happened? Body swapping? Grima finally looked down at her body, noticing her bare hands. This wasn't her body. This wasn't the vessel she had perfectly crafted over centuries to rest her essence inside of. She immediately snapped her eyes up to search for her body, eyes falling on it with a confused frown on her face. She looked at her hands again and gripped her long black hair, looking at it as she pieced together what exactly happened. She was in Tharja's body. Which meant Tharja was in hers.
"Tharja?" Grima said, looking at her with manufactured confusion. Apparently, the event should wear off soon enough but it was still disconcerting. Grima kept many things hidden on her body and she didn't exactly know what Tharja would do. Grima's gloves hid her brand mark and a face of makeup hid her red facial markings where her eyes would be. She didn't know what to make of the idea that Tharja could see all of that. Could she really be trusted? Was her connection to Robin that strong?
"This can't be good for us... Are you okay?"
@searingenvy
