Yas kept jumping. She wasn't trying to make it work. She was just excited to be on a dance platform again. Last time she was, she won a free vacation.
Seeing the surprisingly safe reaction from Yas's plate, Minoko set her sights on the platform farthest from her. She crossed the room and hopped on.
A look best generalized as 'scientific' is lent to Yasmin after she'd climbed atop one of the aglow slabs. His left brow rose while the right sank, either-eye corresponding to this match; left big, right small. Val waits for their guinea pig to trigger something.
Seeing the reaction, she moved to the platform next to Yas and stood on it. "Maybe we should all stand on one, and see what happens..." Hopefully nothing harmful, fatal, or gooey.
Martyr slowly moved for a platform close to her, nodding to Minoko to see that she was doing the same. She was dainty about it, a single toe pulled her up, and soon it fell down beneath her weight.
[Yasmin] Despite your actions, you still get the same reaction. [Minoko, Martyr, Juliet] When you two hop onto the platforms, another surge of power quakes. It's slightly stronger, but dies down all the same.
If only to please Jigsaw, Katan chose one of the remaining two platforms and stepped onto it. It was clear that fulfilling the dungeon's wishes was the only way that they'd ever get out of here.
"God." Val spat the deity's pious title into the musky sarcophagus and lifts a single foot onto the platform that rests aside Martyr's. It was hard to be obedient, but without even a "B" option, Val lends the whole of himself onto the stone. "All right, Scotty." He squints and lets his chin fall back to glare into the blackness above. "Beam us up."
You?ve stepped upon the platforms? Probably not the smartest thing you could have done, but it won?t be held against you. With all of them pressed down flat, a surge of electricity is shot from the floor to the ceiling. You try and duck for cover, but your feet are frozen to the floor; you can do nothing but squeeze your eyes shut and pray to see another day. Motion sickness overcomes you, though you haven?t budged. When you open your eyes, something immediately feels different.
[Selected people switch accounts.]
Your eyes resurface, and you?re in the wrong skin. Whether or not you notice right away, will only be known with time? Even still, let?s take a moment to reflect on this.
The quaking and shaking left the girl on hands and knees when it finally subsided. She raised her eyes up to look around, her main concern, sorry everyone else, Valcroix. Looking around frantically for him, she saw nothing.. Nobody that resembled the man. She did however, find another clone of herself. Thin crimsons expanded.
"Oh, for f*ck's sake, not again!" Minoko had recognized the body switch immediately, since she was now nearly a half foot taller and staring at herself. And no, Motoko was not in the room. A loud groan was let out as the man hopped from the platform. "Katan, if you're the one in my body, you better keep your hands to your f*cking self. I swear..."
Yas looked around. It seems as though her platform was switched and she was standing on a different one now. Why was she not aware of this choreography beforehand? And there was added to the mix an incredibly beautiful blue girl.
Her eyes opened, and she tried to shake the blur out. As she did, she saw... herself. "Oh!" she said as she stepped back suddenly. She stepped a little too far, and fell backward off the platform. Her legs rested upon the platform in front of her, except they were not her legs... they were blue. "OHHH!" she shrieked, realizing what had happened - she had switched bodies with Yasmin. The sudden shock, and perhaps terror, brought about a new, unusual feeling... and suddenly a large pumpkin appeared where she had once been.
Wow. That blue girl was nuts. Better stay away from her. Yas made the mental note that she would forget in a few seconds.
He'd--SHE'D--stepped off the platform muddied by the switch that the man he once was, had no recollection of. Val gripped his face like one would in a daze. With soft, careful (too careful for the girl, any could note) pace he groaned, groggily. Why did his fingers feel small? Why were his steps so short? Why was his chest heavy? Pants empty? Suddenly feel like crying over absolutely nothing? His eyes crack apart and see the world from a vale of porous brown threads that had swept below his now-beautiful face. "Martyr..." The word is low, despite being her brand. "F'ck... f'ck, this sucks." The facts settled in. He turns and picks his smarmy corpse body out. "Oh.. Oh, god... No..."
The girl-guy's eyes stayed wide. Oh god, he's me, which means I'm him... Doesn't it? "V-v-val?" Stammering out lyrics that sounded more manly than ever before. "O-oh! Eeeeh! I f-f-feel..." The girl began to pat herself down, tears flowing from her eyeballs. "Hairy...."
The metal shield that Minoko had previously been supporting clattered to the ground. "Huh?" He took a moment to examine his now delicate hands. Katan now felt far more aware of everything in the room. This was apparently the result of all that ki training, huh? Well, it was good to know that he had exactly seven coins in his pocket. "Hands to myself... Got it. Now how do I do the fun stuff?" He pointed to the lifeless shield and smirked.
Yas felt like she was going crazy. Not because of the predicament they were in but because she kept seeing things floating in front of her. It was the constant rush of information on the lenses of Juliet?s glasses. Yas began swatting at the words and images like invisible flies in her face every so often. She also, undoubtedly, looked crazy as a result.
When didn't she look crazy, though?
"Oh, my glasses! You're just seeing what my glasses show me. Information about people and things I see," is what a humanoid mouth would have said. As a pumpkin, it sounded more like "..."
"No, no, no-no-no." It wasn't out of denial, it was the sight of his wiry frame wrenching on the floor, bawling. The shock of being in the girl's body was swept aside momentarily. With an anger that hadn't seen her face, well... 'often', to be fair, Val bent the new body over to examine her. Well him. Well, whatever. He'd shoved a hand into his hip and fired the other to snatch her jaw. He smooshes the cheeks together and pushes the face to the left, to the right, then up. "God," lifting a brow over eyes that assumed his thin, curt disposition in violet. "I've gotten old. Sh't."
That just made her little face smoosh and wrinkle more. "I d-d-don't l-look old!" Sobbing softly as she patted herself down some more. "Oh g-g-god.. I h-have a... and y-you have a... V-v-v-val I d-d-don't want it!" The stutter was robbed of its adorableness when spoken from Valcroix's tongue.
"Uh, guys? A little help? I seem to have become a pumpkin, and I don't know how to change back... Yas? Help me, please?" Or, if you do not speak pumpkin, "..."
"It's not that easy. Don't try anything. You'd probably end up accidentally cutting your own... MY throat!" Minoko angrily crossed her arms. This couldn't have been any worse. At least when she switched with Toby she had gotten a better body out of the deal. As Katan she felt sleepy, hungry and fairly oblivious. Though she had to admit, it was nice being tall again. "F*ck! Do you think we'll switch back if we get back on the platforms? Or do we have to move on?" She kicked her metal plate and-watched it skid across the room.
Without warning, the pumpkin changed... slightly... into a jack-o-lantern. "Oh, thank god!" it said, this time with real words. "Yas! Yas!"
And in opposition, the man's fiery temper was probably adorable as it's displayed in full-Martyrdom. "Don't! Don't do this!" Imagine this: Little old Martyr standing atop Val with her hand fastened to her hip, the other pointing firmly between his nose. Upon her a rancorous pageant of sharply inclined brows and squinted eyes, yelling down to him. "Get up!" He waits a full second before digging into her arms in an attempt to get the girl up. "Ghnn! Damn, you're fat, too! God... damnit... "
Yas looked over at the pumpkin. She walked over to it. She figured this poor blue girl was a shape shifter too. But this one apparently didn?t know what she was doing. She just watched her a moment, standing on the platform next to her. ?Do you need some help??
".... ..... ..... WAHHHH!" Soft tears began to fall as her arm, which was stronger now all but threw her own tiny frame to the ground and away from herself. "I w-w-want a d-d-divorce! Or...w-w-whatever y-you g-get w-when y-you're n-not m-married!" The girl...er, guy sobbed and stomped across the room.
"Do I!" the jack-o-lantern exclaimed. "We've switched bodies. I don't know how to change out of this form!" The tension in its voice rose slightly as it spoke. Juliet did not want to spend the rest of her life as a Halloween decoration. "What do I do?"
Of course the pumpkin switched bodies. She used to be a blue girl. Then she switched to a pumpkin. Duh. Yas lightly kicked the talking pumpkin off the platform, causing her to tumble backwards.
"I don't know, Min." Deciding to ignore his friend, Katan focused intensely on the metal plate. It glowed pink for a second, rose an inch, then fell back to the ground. "Damn. Whatever." He ran a hand back through his new head of long, silky hair. The female appeared to be contemplating something. "Y'know what? I have to pee."
Martyr's body is rocketed back. Her heels stumble, but collaborate, which he found surprising. Several paces back they break, and onto her pert little rear, he goes. It was a soft landing, and he found this acceptable. He drags the borrowed legs and arcs the knees. It's upon these kneecaps where her arms are rested and turned-in to catch a delicately-built face. Her palms pad and mask the fast, soothingly; a migraine pose. Martyr... Come on, it'll be alright. We'll fix it, I promise.
What the hell was Yas doing? She felt herself tipping backward and began to panic. What if she broke? She definitely did not want to become a broken jack-o-lantern. That might even kill her. Her panic and frantic thinking brought on another change, as she thought she wouldn't break if she were something harder, like a... cannonball? Oh, great. She began rolling helplessly around the room, changing direction as she collided with the walls and other platforms.
An uncharacteristic fury was visible in the man's eyes. "YOU DO NOT HAVE TO PEE! Everyone, get back on the platforms!" Large hands reached down, and she attempted to grab at the wandering cannonball who used to be Juliet.
You called me fat, and old... And I don't want to be in this fat old body any more than you want to be in mine! But we're stuck! I also think your body is amazing... I'm just saying... Finally, she decided to try the new legs out. Much like Minoko, she appreciated the height. She stumbled at first, wary.. Would she heal if she was cut? Hm.. No way to test this out without hurting Val's body.. Oh! Fishing a pen from her pocket, she moved over to her real body and stabbed it in the shoulder, then she looked to Katan; er, Minoko with wide 'I didn't do it!' eyes.
Yas rolled her eyes as the oversized bowling ball rolled around the room. She would need to take this new shape shifter under her wing if she wanted to be as successful as Yas one day. Well, let?s be honest. She could never be as successful as Yas?
She was in quite a panic now. Somehow she could still see as a cannonball, and it was not at all pleasant, her vision rolling and flipping with nauseating speed. Or at least it would be nauseating if cannonballs had stomachs, so in a way she got lucky.
"OW!" The shriek was more on-par for the usual Martyr. But the fury that divides the pretty face was something new, something lamenting and evil. "Why!? Why... just... why..." He didn't felt it was deserved. Actually, strike that; KNEW it wasn't deserved. Angling his now-fragile little fingers around the pen, Val yanks the pen from the piercing with a cute little moan and throws it to the floor, furiously. As Katan, or Minoko, or whoever-the-hell they may be now, ordered, Val lifts the little body up and wafts purple around the space to pick-out the platforms. "Okay.. do we all remember which tablet we stood on? It could be important." After he spoke it was impossible not to laugh at the sound of her words bathed in his notion. Giggling, he is sure to shrink his face angrily as he passes Martyr. Absently, like a boy making a lewd little comment to another in a high school hallway: "I hope you get ink poisoning and lose this arm." A very: how about 'dem apples? look is coyly translated to Martyr, on his way to the platform.
"Y-you'd m-marry someone w-without an arm..." Nodding to that and sticking out her too big tongue now. "O-oh, r-right.. L-let's listen t-to K-katan.. Er.. is that y-you K-katan?" She had been lost to the hairy situation. "Uh... This one I t-think." Pointing.
Will everyone get back into the right skin? Will Yasmin ever realize that this isn't a day spa? Will Juliet stop rolling around like a cannon ball? Is Martyr going to shave? And when is Katan going to get fed?! Find out on the next episode of: What the hell is wrong with these role players?!
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