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[Jade Alanon]

Valanthia mourned her decision to venture to this event and Liahal was silent in an effort to fully come to terms with what was happening to her in that moment, it was definitely not an ideal situation for either of them. As it was, they made the decision to venture to the ballroom where they found most of the guests passed out on the ground as the members of Liahal’s troupe had been. They would be able to make out the fact that they still breathed which meant they were not dead but it genuinely seemed like they were the only ones awake.

That was, until, a voice that Valanthia was quick to recognize was heard as he chased after a dog in a man’s body. It was rather obvious…

The man who carried the growling dog in his arms got over his shock rather quickly upon seeing Val and Lia. He made a rather sheepish admission that he hadn’t expected anyone to be awake. It would have been better for him, no one would have realized his mistake and he would have time to fix it… Poor Valanthia, her tone might have been biting and intimidating had it not been for the voice that came out instead. Rather than feeling intimidated, the mage was wondering if he was being seduced? Should he be scared or horny…or both?

“Um…” Both Valanthia and Liahal would be able to pick up on the fact that despite his attempt to try and remain in control, his inexperience was shining through. He had the look of a human in his mid-to-late twenties and when he didn’t wear a sheepish look of disappointment, he might actually be rather good looking. “Look, this is ju—“ He halted a moment as he reached out to grab hold of the human/dog that attempted to run past him. “Gilbert, sit!” He said sharply which caused Gilbert to whine and take a seat on the ground, clearly pouting while the fluff puff dog in his arms started barking at the one who resided in his body. “I mean, at least you don’t have a dog in your body?” He tried to offer some consolation but the look he was getting from Val stated that he was nowhere near being in the clear. “It was an accident. We were creating something special for Ajax and spellbreaking can be very delicate…”

 

[Liahal]

Spoiler: ooc

I'm sorry I'm so late, and I've forgotten how much I adore this thread!

"You're right, it isn't useful." Liahal twisted her torso, testing how the blade at her back responded to how she contorted her body. It was a subtle reminder to Valanthia of who wore the weapons between the two of them. "But it fills me with pleasure, Vysstichi. And if I cannot find pleasure in a situation like this, I will turn sour."

And Aetheria forbid, Liahal turn sour.

And then Valanthia started to whine. Liahal had resolved to blocking the woman's voice out of her head, but then a name floated from her mouth. Gye'ron. The sound of his name out of her own lips filled the Quel'anthasan with something fiercely comforting. Evenings in Trysvale, that was where she was now. Or briefly, before reality set in.

How did Gye'ron know the Vysstichi?

It was as if the world began to crumble around her. Liahal was numb as the barking man approached them, followed by another man. He was speaking. Valanthia was speaking. But Liahal could not really be sure what it was about. Not when the dark elf spoke Gye'ron's name. Not when she found herself in this awkward, tiny body. Liahal recognized that the man's voice sounded familiar, and Liahal's brows pinched together.

It was him.

When sharks smelled blood, they began to circle the area. And Liahal, grey in flesh, could smell weakness in composure from a mile way. The boy admitted his guilt, and Liahal broke from her reverie, finding herself very squarely in the here and now. "It was you." Her accusation was needle-pointed, and the woman bullied her way into the man's space. "Fix it."

 

[Valanthia L'Evienne]

Welp. Valanthia had tried to give Liahal a graceful way out, if she felt like being a decent person, but she other woman just wasn't going to take it. The princess shook her head.

"You do you. But it's just gonna be funny as long as it's coming out of my lips."

Because it was highly absurd to hear a half-vysstichi parroting the propaganda of an Elven Supremacist, and if Val was going to keep any control over herself and her own emotions, she was going to have to laugh to keep from crying. Even the spectacle of Liahal trying to remind Val that she was armed was ridiculous. What was she going to do? Knife her own body? Stab the body that her mind was in? Liahal was an obnoxious racist, but surely she wasn't enough of an idiot not to realize that, for the moment, both of them were physically safe from each other.

At any rate, they had bigger things to deal with right now.

The man babbled some excuses, and Val wasn't really interested in hearing them. But it did occur to her that this fellow seemed...naive? Inexperienced? Certainly, fragile in some way. As much as Val wanted to just slap him across the face, she might need to try and be gentle if she wanted him to act, instead of curling up in a ball while simultaneously crying and puking -- which was what she was afraid he might do if she snapped. He seemed to have a delicate constitution.

"Look. What's done is done, and we can't make it have never happened. But surely there's a way to reverse whatever has happened? What exactly were you trying to do? Knowing that might help us figure out how to undo it -- unless you know that already?" She raised one eyebrow, but tried not to make the questions sound overly accusatory. The princess still was obviously unhappy, but she did her best using her unfamiliar voice to show that she was in problem-solving mode.

 

[Jade Alanon]

The irritation felt by both women was completely understandable given the circumstances. Of course, the spellbreaker had no way of knowing that the women hated each other’s very existence and waking up as one another was a nightmare all in itself. All he knew was aside from Gilbert and Ajax, these two seemed to be the only ones awake which could be considered quite fortunate for him.

Whatever drama existed between the women was not entirely lost on the spellbreaker, he could see a bit of ‘tension’ between the two but he equated that to the confusion that came with finding oneself in another form. It was likely quite disconcerting and would cause anyone to be more than a little grumpy. Ajax, the small dog in his arm, took a snap at his face in that moment and the spellbreaker had to shift to keep himself from being bitten. “Bad Ajax!”

“Alright, so technically, it is my fault.” He was quick to admit as Liahal demanded that he fix the mistake. “I was using mysticism contamination to craft something for Ajax while he had his party but Gilbert came in whilst I was working and destabilized everything.” Gilbert, in human form, whimpered and hung his head down low. “I believe I can fix it but I imagine the effects will eventually fade in anywhere from a few candlemarks to…maybe a few months?” It was easy to see that he was guess-working much of it.

“The seed and focus I had were both destroyed in the rupture which means I need to get new ones along with some mysticism contamination.” He sighed, clearly put out at the thought. He was no adventurer, he was a spellbreaker who worked in academics. “If you don’t mind waiting a cycle while I get some hardy adventurers together, I’m sure I’ll get things sorted in no time.”

 

[Liahal]

Spoiler

Sorry for the tiny post, wanting to move this forward!

There was an audible squeak that came out of Valanthia's body. "A few months?" She snapped. "That is a tremendous range." Liahal's jaw hung uncharacteristically from her mouth. She could feel her cheeks grow hot as they flushed. Liahal Kard en i'Elentiri would sooner die than be caught in this woman's body for months.

"Absolutely unacceptable." She snapped. "A cycle? No." The idea of that was unseemly, ridiculous, and vastly offensive. "We'll do it now." She said finally. "We'll help you. I cannot be trapped like this for a breath longer." She turned to Valanthia, who was looking ravishing, despite the confused look on her face. "Right?"

"What do we need to do?"

 

[Valanthia L'Evienne]

"We definitely need this fixed now, not later," Valanthia agreed. Though I cannot be trapped like this for a breath longer seemed kind of harsh, at least Liahal had dropped the obvious racism, which was a step forward. She also noted the flushed cheeks the body the other woman was occupying -- with the grey skin, they turned her cheeks an odd sort of maroon. Gods, it was strange to be able to see your body from outside of it.

"You said mysticism contamination?" she asked. "As it just so happens, I'm a mystic. Not a particularly skilled one, but I do have at least initiate-level training. Is there something that I can do that would generate the contamination that you need?"

The seed and the focus might be more difficult, but first things first. She took a deep breath, and tried to maintain some level of patience. Val was inclined to be sympathetic to someone who hadn't been trying to be difficult, but this fellow's lack of urgency was making sympathy increasingly hard to maintain. "I don't think we got your name. But it's important for us to get back to ourselves as expeditiously as possible. We'll do whatever we can to help, but we're going to need to see some more immediate impetus towards fixing the issue if we're going to remain calm."

That was the kind of oblique, veiled threat that might well go over some people's heads. But Val tried to take the unfamiliar face in this body and turn it deadly serious. She was not kidding.