Eight
Final Fantasy XIII Type-0
Fist-First Philosophy
"Why not study something...other than fighting?"
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Post by Eight on Jan 2, 2012 15:38:18 GMT -5
Eight didn't mind running errands for the faculty that much at all, really. He didn't necessarily seek people out in order to ask them if he could run errands, but when he was walking by and someone stopped him and asked him to carry something to this place or that place, he was fine with it. On this day, he found himself with a list of items he was supposed to carry to one of the far wings of the school, to the man who ordered certain things that the school needed from time to time. It was a long walk, but it was basically just a longer way to walk towards the training room, which was where he had been headed in the first place. He read the list as he walked along, wondering how the school possibly used more toilet paper than it did napkins.
Eight reached the right hallway, still reading the list, when he noticed something was.......off. He stopped and backtracked a few steps, looking at the nameplate above one of the doorways. He read it out loud to himself. "Janitor. Mr. Astley." Eight knew that that strangely pedophile-like old man had an office on this hallway, so finding the office wasn't the surprising thing. What had caused him to stop was the fact that the door was open. Eight had never seen Astley's office be anything but locked for as long as he had known who Mr. Astley was, and yet here was his door, cracked open far enough for Eight to see inside. And what he saw wasn't really impressive....plus, there was no Astley to be found. Normally, Eight would never have even fielded the idea to step into Astley's office....but he couldn't see Astley anywhere. And it looked fairly innocent inside...besides, he would be helping his classmates by discovering Astley's secrets once and for all. It was a sacrifice Eight was willing to make.
Checking the hallway, he crept inside, shutting the door quietly behind him. Thankfully Astley didn't seem to be hiding in any corners. Eight, placing the list in his hand on a table, skimmed the room. There was....nothing here that was special. Some cleaning materials, some lamps, an unmarked book or two, a closet door. Nothing else, really. Eyes rolling from one side of the room to the other suspiciously, Eight picked up one of the feather dusters before dropping it back in the bucket it had been resting in. Not only was it completely and perfectly clean within the office, but it smelled amazing. Lemony fresh was the only way to describe it.
Eight, granted confidence by finding Astley's office to be so bland, trotted towards the closet door, turning the handle a couple of times before he realized it would easily open, even if it stuck a little. He stepped back a bit as he opened it with the chance that a pile of skeletons fell out and buried him, but there was nothing special inside, either. A few mops and brooms, some old rags, a vacuum cleaner. He sighed in slight disappointment and almost turned away, shutting the door and heading back out into the room and then the hallway to continue on with his errand. But as he turned his head, something captured his eye, and he performed a double take before spotting the small object on the floor, occasionally flickering with light. Eight bent over to pick it up, inspecting it. It was some sort of...magical item, possibly a contained spell. Eight didn't know how he felt about Astley having magic in his office, but everyone else in the school had magic, so he supposed Astley had a right to some too. He was curious as to what it was, but not curious enough to inspect it any further, so he bent down to place it back where it had been, on the floor basically.
But the magic started glowing as he went to put it down, leaving Eight to treat it like a candle...holding it away from himself and having the urge to blow on it or choke it out or something. "No! Don't cast yourself! You're magic, shouldn't know how to cast yourself!" But the magic refused to listen to him, and the glowing grew exponentially before a large shockwave-like light spread out from the magic on all sides. Eight dropped the magic, very much thinking himself to be a few seconds from death. But after only a few seconds, the light died....and the magic just shut itself off again, leaving a very upset Eight hovering over it. He quickly turned to survey the room. Everything was intact. Okay....okay. Nothing had exploded. No one had died....hopefully. Eight slammed shut the door to Astley's closet, pressing his back against it as he pulled himself together a bit. His hand moved to scratch his lip nervously as he decided he should get out of Astley's office and never lay eyes on it ever again.
Wait a minute......those weren't his lips. He didn't have lips shaped like that. And they tasted akin to...strawberry? Eight continued running his hands over what he thought to be his lips until he realized his fingers seemed very...thin. Staring at both of them, he rubbed the fingers and the fingernails on them. They had grown really fast all of a sudden.... And his hair. Why didn't it feel right? He reached up to ruffle his usually-short auburn hair....but instead, he felt a mess of long, pointy bangs hanging down into his face. His hands moved away in shock, and Eight quickly reached for his eyes, his nose, his ears. None of them were his. Not even his cheeks felt the same.
Eventually, both hands made their way down from the face to "his" chest, where each found a comfortable resting place. "Those are definitely not mine," he said, the feminine sound of his voice almost causing him to jump, thinking there was someone else speaking to him. The voice was undeniably familiar. "I know this voice...", he said out loud, to be able to hear it again. As the realization dawned on him, the eyes-that-were-not-his widened and he looked down, taking "himself" by the hips and looking at the pair of legs below him. And then he bolted out the door and down the hallway, which was much more difficult than he expected it to be because of the new contours of his body. "He" stumbled and staggered down the hallway, trying his best not to bump into the couple of people there, until he reached the nearby bathrooms on this wing. His mind immediately informed him to go within the boy's bathroom, but looking down at "himself" once more, he cringed and made for the other side of the hall, where the girl's door was waiting.
He waited for two girls to exit, barely believing what they said when they turned to greet "him". Before he had to say anything back he rushed inside. Thankfully, there was no one inside. Swallowing heavily, Eight inched his way towards the mirror, knowing what he was going to find but not any less freaked out by it. What the hell was this magic Astley was keeping in his closet!? Who would keep magic that would do something like this!? Eventually he could see "his" shoulder in the mirror....then the right side of the body he was within....then the entire thing. And there, standing before him, where he was supposed to be....
...was Cater.
Eight just stood there blinking in disbelief, his hands feeling of "his" stomach before resting on the chest again, as if he thought the boobs he'd suddenly been granted with would fall off if he didn't pay them enough attention. He heard the door squeak open, and in his shock, didn't move his hands as a younger girl walked in. Eight looked at her, still blinking, and the girl looked back, eyes widening as she looked between Eight - well, Cater's - face and the newfound features located on his chest, before she quickly scampered away, leaving Eight to just stand there, starting to wonder where Cater was if he'd...stolen...her body...accidentally.
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Cater
Final Fantasy XIII Type-0
Four
"Trust your instincts, don't think."
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Post by Cater on Jan 2, 2012 21:10:35 GMT -5
 Cater had pulled an all nighter studying last night. Sitting there in class, it was difficult for her to stay focused. She had just begun the test they were given out and found it hard to keep her eyes open. Shaking her head, in attempts to keep herself awake, Cater grumbled silently to herself. "This is what I get for pulling an all nighter!" she told herself, now regretting she ever did. Still, as she looked down at the piece of paper in front of her, all the questions didn't seem all that bad to her. If anything, a few of them had her sit there and really think.
'Come on, Cater! Just hold on a little longer! Once this is over, you can take a short nap!' she told herself, psyching herself up to keep going. Holding her pencil, Cater did her best to read the questions in front of her and scribble her answer down next to them in a loping, curvy fashion. It took her a bit longer to comprehend what was written in front of her, having to read over the question a few times as well as the given answers. Still, she answered them to the best of her ability.
By the time she was finished, she gave a huge, silent yawn before taking a glance at the time. 'Whoa, cut it a little close there!' she thought, scanning the rest of the group present. Just about everyone had finished and were getting up to hand over their papers. Pushing herself up off the seat, Cater made her way sluggishly toward the front of the room to hand over her work. Once that was accomplished, she made her way back to her seat.
Her mind was so fogged at this point, her exhaustion only made worse from reading the test in a quiet setting earlier, that she wasn't even registering what was being said or who left and stayed. Yet somehow, she managed to recognize the bell that rang. "Time for a nap!" she said with a huge yawn. Stretching, for added measure, Cater grabbed her back pack and slipped it about her shoulders. Letting students get ahead of her, to avoid crashing into people, Cater was last to leave the room. Rubbing at her blue eyes, she didn't care for a chat.
Just focusing on finding her room, Cater made the slow trek weaving in and out of crowds slowly. Sometimes, some kid would bump into her, making her stagger but she didn't have the energy to protest like she normally would have. Instead, she just continued on her way up to where she knew her room was.
By the time she had gotten there, all she could think about was the soft sheets and pillow that would soon be holding her head up as she turned the doorknob and walked in. 'Wow, it seems I forgot to lock my door before heading out! That's a stupid move!' she thought to herself as she turned to lock her door behind her, closing it shut. Setting her bag down next to the door, Cater turned and headed for her bed.
She didn't even throw off her red cape or black jacket, not even her shoes as she just let herself turn and collapse onto her bed. The moment she felt herself hit the mattress, she drifted off into sleep. The demands of what she would have to do in her next few classes didn't disturb her in the least. At this point, she couldn't care less. As sleep took her, she had no idea that something was about to happen. Nothing would prepare her for what she would wake up to find out a couple of hours later.
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By the time that Cater woke up, she didn't realize what had happened to "herself". Having no idea what had transpired in Mr. Astley's office that was responsible for this mess, Cater gave a silent yawn. 'That short nap did me a lot of good. I should be wide awake about now!' she thought. Right now, Cater hadn't even noticed the dramatic changes that took place as "she" pushed herself up off her bed. As she did so, she gave her head a bit of a shake. Only then did she realize something was wrong...and not because of the head shake although that did make her realize that something felt rather off about her head.
No, in fact, she got was what had to be the rudest wake up call there ever was. Having unintentionally moved toward her nearby desk, hit the edge in the nether regions. Cater found herself bent double on the floor unable to believe what had just happened as she gasped in pain. "ARRGH! Wh-What just-?!" she breathed, clutching at "her" stomach, unable to clutch further down below, let alone move. As her mind began to ebb out of it's present distraction, the world of pain that she had just witnessed, she soon realized that the voice she just used hadn't been her own.
In fact, looking at the arms, particularly the biceps, she was quite certain her arms weren't that toned or muscular! Blinking, slowly pushing herself up, Cater examined them. Pulling up an arm sleeve, she looked at them confusedly. Yes, these definitely weren't her 'pipes' that was for sure. "Huh, those are some strong arms!" she said. Er...at least, that's what she had said but that voice. That voice definitely wasn't her's! Thinking for a short moment, she recognized whose voice it belonged to. "Oh no!" she gasped.
Getting to her feet, Cater made a dash for the vanity stand she had. Heading over, she closed her eyes. 'Please let this just be a dream! Please let this be a dream!' she thought as she made her way toward the mirror. When she opened them, she was looking not at her own face like she should be. In place of her own was none other than Eight's! Her dread confirmed, Cater could do nothing more but let out a strangled scream. "UWAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
After letting out that scream, Cater pinched herself hurriedly. This just had to be a dream! As she did so, she winced. Yet, no matter how many times she pinched, the dream wasn't ending! Shaky, Cater had to force herself to sit down on the floor to get herself together. Well, that explained that world of pain she felt earlier when her crotch hit the edge of that desk. 'Just what's going on? How did this happen? Why am I in Eight's body?' she wondered. She had no idea that it all had been because Eight decided to stick his nose in where it didn't belong and now they were left in this sort of predicament.
As she sat there for a few more moments, getting over the initial shock, her mind wandered toward his arms again. 'Wow...Eight's got some nice arms!' she thought, feeling them again. If anyone were to see this, they would probably be giving "Eight" a very curious glance right about now at the way he was feeling his arms up and down. Even feeling the chest and stomach that weren't her's, she could tell that Eight was pretty fit. Not ripped but he definitely had a lean musculature about him.
'Okies, Cater, you need to stop!' she told herself, certain that her face...no, Eight's face was now slightly red. The fact that she had been doing this was just plain weird. It might've been different if she were in her own body but then again this would've still been pretty awkward. Mentally scolding herself for doing such a thing, Cater wondered what happened to her own body. Then, it hit her like a brick did as realization dawned on her. If she was in Eight's body then that must mean...! Eyes widening, Cater jumped to "her" feet. If she was in Eight's then he was probably in her's! 'Oh no!' she thought.
Running toward the door, a bit off kilter since her height was a few inches taller and her hips now a tad narrower, Cater felt herself collide with the wooden door. "Ooouch!" she groaned. The impact of her colliding with the door because of her horrible balance in Eight's body caused the door to break open and collapse! Since she wasn't in her own body anymore, she didn't realize that Eight's was much more powerful than her own. She didn't know "her" own strength. "Looks like I'm going to have to get myself a new door now!" she grumbled before getting up again.
This time, she carefully took one step at a time. As she did so, people passing by would be eying "Eight" questioningly. Why? Well, the sight of a guy swaying his hips like a girl would and stepping like he thought he was on the edge of a cliff might cause for some very curious glances. Cater, as opposed to Eight, was down the main hallway from where the bathrooms were located. |
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Eight
Final Fantasy XIII Type-0
Fist-First Philosophy
"Why not study something...other than fighting?"
Posts: 51
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Post by Eight on Jan 8, 2012 10:22:17 GMT -5
The longer he stood there as Cater, scaring hapless individuals who entered the bathroom and who probably thought Class Zero's resident gunner was having some sort of female crisis as she stood there staring at herself in the mirror and letting her hands rest on her boobs, the more Eight began to worry about what he had accidentally done. The whole fact that he, by himself, was in someone else's body was bad enough. But...if he'd somehow managed to nab Cater's body, with her not even anywhere near him (that he knew of) at the time, then...what? The magic had affected someone beyond Eight himself, right? So then.....what did that mean, exactly? The longer he thought about it, the worse the explanation became. Finally moving his hands from "his" boobs to the faucet handles, Eight splashed some water on his - er, Cater's - face and finally darted from the bathroom, nearly knocking a couple of girls over. "Excuse me, excuse me, sorry," he said to them, but kept on until he was back in the hallway. No matter the extent of what the magic had done, Eight needed to find Cater. But...did he look for Cater or did he look for...himself, maybe? Someone else entirely? ....What if she'd disappeared? "Aaaagh." Too many questions.
Taking off immediately in the direction of her dorm, which was down a nearby corridor, Eight stopped himself from stumbling yet again. Much to his surprise, most of the people "he" passed didn't even give his frantic pace a second look. He guessed people were used to Cater darting all over the school like this...it was like she had rockets on her shoes or something. Speaking of shoes, the ones Cater wore felt awful. Like they were going to fall off every few seconds. The socks weren't much better. Why would she wear something so itchy? And the backpack straps were too tight and - well, Eight was just glad everyone in Class Zero was allowed to customize their own uniforms, because if he'd been forced to wear an outfit like this, he would have probably transferred to another class by now.
As Cater's doormroom came into view, an icy fear gripped Eight's - well, Cater's - spine. Upwards of four or five people were gathered around just outside her dorm, all staring down at something on the floor. Assuming the worst, Eight darted forward, pushing through the crowd of people laughing a little bit and asking him, "Hey, Cater, what're you gonna do to Eight for breaking your door?". "I didn-", Eight barked out, almost starting to deny the crime before he caught himself. Sure enough, there was the door, thrown off of its hinges. Jumping over it and almost stumbling as he landed, Eight threw "himself" into the dormroom, searching for Cater - well, searching for himself, really. Seeing no one, he immediately darted back outside, looking to the small gathering of girls. "Where did sh- he go?" They giggled a little more and pointed down the hallway. Eight moved his hand to thank them as he usually would, but he cringed and caught himself, instead awkwardly nodding and taking off. The fewer people knew about this whole disaster, the better.
Darting down the hallway, Eight kept hearing people make commends as "he" passed. "Hey Cater, you better check on Eight. He's walking around like he's wearing your underwear." was among the most telling ones he happened across. Yet again cringing, he just kept moving, hoping to find himself as soon as possible. Fortunately he hadn't come across any more members of Class Zero yet. Things would have gotten really awkward if he happened across most anyone in the class. Jack, Cinque, or Deuce would have been the worst possible people to encounter while he was like...this, but he wasn't discriminating. He honestly didn't want to see anybody from Class Zero but Cater and the moment.
Then finally, he spotted her - him...self..... Almost tempted to call out Cater's name, Eight was forced to catch himself again since there were still people around. Running up behind himself and feeling even shorter than usuall all of a sudden, Eight took...Cater...him...self....by the arms and spun her around to face him, suddenly not knowing what to say at all. "I...can explain...."
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Cater
Final Fantasy XIII Type-0
Four
"Trust your instincts, don't think."
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Post by Cater on Jan 8, 2012 20:58:43 GMT -5
 Cater was having a bit of a time adjusting to Eight's body. Trying to walk was a bit difficult for her because of the sudden height change. Granted, a few inches shouldn't bother her this much but she couldn't help it. Compared to her own body, it was difficult for her to find the point of balance in Eight being used to her own tinier body. She ignored the stares she was getting, being her usual self despite being in someone else's body at the time. Cater was accustomed to fleeting down the corridors anyway at top speed. Due to the body change though, her usual speed was greatly diminished. She wouldn't move very far by the time she would be found by Eight in her own body.
She could hear people giggling at her. Passing them an uncharacteristically unhappy glance with Eight's face, Cater kept going on her 'merry' way. If one could even call it that considering the fact she was having problems walking.
After several minutes had passed, she began to get a bit of a hang of it. Where her stride was still awkward, it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been earlier. As she walked, she looked at the people she passed for any trace of herself. It was hard to talk to others, trying to find herself when she was used to saying someone else's name when looking for them. "Has anyone seen Ei-er-Cater?" she questioned them. The last thing she needed was for Kurasame to come across her in Eight's body and hear "her" saying that sort of thing. Surely, he'd know something was up and Cater didn't want to end up in trouble with their instructor.
She didn't need anymore detentions! As she awkwardly hobbled down the corridor, she didn't realize that Eight was somewhere behind her, trying to catch up to her. So, it was only obvious that she would react the way she did when she was suddenly grabbed by the arms and spun about. Not a brilliant move to do to someone taller than yourself in such a situation whom didn't have good balance just yet.
"Huh? Wh-WHOA!" she exclaimed, turned about on the spot. Abruptly being stopped she found herself looking down at...herself. For a brief moment, she barely registered what had been said to her as she struggled to keep what little balance she had. Judging by what was said, if that was Eight in her body, it sounded like he knew something that had to do with this awkward situation they were in. "Are you telling me-?!" she began but lost her balance just then. Feeling "herself" tipping forward, her well, Eight's eyes widened in horror. "UWAAH!" "she" exclaimed, falling toward poor Eight stuck in her much smaller body.
If Eight reacted quick enough, he could either correct the situation or dodge...or get flattened. One of those three would happen. Whether or not she landed on "herself" with Eight's body, Cater would hurriedly apologize for it. If she ended up landing on Eight again, it would be the second time in a row. Eight's luck never seemed to be the best when it came down to it. "Sorry, sorry, sorry!" she apologized. "It's just I'm not used to...erm...well, you know!" she stated, correcting herself before anyone got the notion something weird was going on.
If Kurasame caught wind of this, they were both dead. Remembering what Eight said to her earlier, she furrowed his brows at "herself" suspiciously. "So you're trying to tell me that it's you who got us into this mess?!" she demanded, placing Eight's hands on his hips, a habit she had forgot to conceal. So now, Eight looked a bit awkward with his hands placed on his hips like a woman would when unhappy with someone. "What did you do Ei-er-Cater?!" she demanded to know. |
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Eight
Final Fantasy XIII Type-0
Fist-First Philosophy
"Why not study something...other than fighting?"
Posts: 51
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Post by Eight on Jan 11, 2012 17:35:06 GMT -5
Trying to hold on to Cater...er..yeah...Cater...to keep her from falling as he spun her around, Eight hated feeling so...un-Eight-like. Normally he could have propped a guy his size back up to keep him from falling, easy as could be. Now he felt like he was fighting with a small tower about to collapse. He also felt weird hearing his voice back and not hearing it reverberating in his head...he actually kind of sounded a little bit differently than he thought he did... Agh, anyway, that didn't matter! He had to...explain this thing to Cater so they could go scouring the school for Astley without anyone finding about what had happened, and get him to switch them back. Or did he just need to go back and touch the magic agai- okay, bad idea. If it had switch him and Cater, touching it again could make things even worse. Things weren't completely miserable quite yet, at least Eight had been switched with Cater and not...someone less pleasant.
Looking up (sigh) at him..self again, Eight was getting ready to either get punched or dropkicked in the knees or something equally violent as Cater became upset with him, but instead he found himself standing and watching fearfully as...he fell towards...him. He was petrified as he stood there, knowing as Cater that this wasn't going to feel particularly wonderful, and ultimately decided that if she fell, it would actually be him falling and actually only hurt....him? Right? Oh well, either way, Eight sidestepped in his new body and made a very heartfelt attempt to catch Cater, but failed fairly miserably, stumbling into the wall a bit himself. He managed to keep from falling, though, and grinned awkwardly at someone passing by, watching the miserable scene. Fortunately the student scampered off before things became really awkward, and Eight managed to straighten himself somewhat. He waved off Cater's apologies. "It's no problem...I don't think either of us are equipped for...this...situation," he answered, becoming more vague and uncertain as he went along.
Trying to help her regain her balance, Eight diverted his - er..yes, his - gaze away from the trapped-in-him Cater as she asked the same question she had started before she'd started wobbling. How...could he answer this without getting throttled and without making it sound like his curiosity had been the cause of it? He didn't exactly have a clear answer to that... "Well, you see, it's Astley's fault...more than mine," he reported, slowly but surely. Noticing Cater standing with her hands on her hips all feminine-like, Eight looked around before trying to wave her away from doing such a thing. "Don't...stand like that..." Not only was he immensely worried that she'd give away what had happened, but he...already had the way she was walking hanging over his head. He didn't need anything else to make people whisper once this was all over.
Trying to pull Cater off to the side a bit and finding it way too difficult to move his own body while in Cater's body, Eight instead ducked down a side corridor and motioned for Cater to follow so that what he was saying couldn't be heard. Well, not heard by anyone who wasn't someone like Naghi or Carla or someone else who seemed to hear everything happening within three miles of them.. Keeping his voice low, he tried to elaborate on what had happened. "I know this is really strange...but everything I'm about to tell you is the truth." He took a deep breath. "Astley is storing some kind of magic in his closet that I picked up to inspect to make sure it was...safe. I didn't even activate it." He stopped, shrugging. "You can fill in the rest..."
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Cater
Final Fantasy XIII Type-0
Four
"Trust your instincts, don't think."
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Post by Cater on Jan 12, 2012 3:21:18 GMT -5
It was confusing for Cater to be looking over at herself, talking back to her. It was pretty fruitless for Eight to try and hold her up with their bodies switched. Her body was just seemingly tiny compared to his own. It wasn't like he was that much taller than her but even still, holding Eight up in her body would've been no easy task.
When she began to fall toward her body, her eyes could only widen as she struggled to try and stand up normally. Unfortunately, she couldn't and would have completely lost her balance if Eight hadn't tried to stop her from crashing. Well, for the most part, it worked. Just...not in a fashion that would let them live without embarrassment. It was fate's cruel decision to have a student walking by when "Eight" had fallen toward "Cater". At least they scuttled off in shock before the situation had gotten worse.
Able to regain balance, Cater was finally able to focus on Eight in her body better. At least the brief imbalance hadn't been too bad. The whole balcony thing, Cater still regretted. Poor Eight, she didn't even notice until last minute and wound up crash landing on the poor guy. Both of them had ended up unconscious for a few minutes then. Today, it still felt kind of awkward communicating to Eight even though she had apologized back then for it too.
Cater's suspicions were sparked even further by the way Eight was avoiding her gaze and answered her. Erm...more like "her" gaze was diverted away from "his" gaze. "How is it Mr. Astley's fault?" she questioned him. Unable to keep herself from thinking on how odd it would look for someone like Eight to be placing his hands on his hips in such a fashion, Cater didn't realize she was embarrassing him further.
It wasn't until Eight looked around worriedly before telling her to not stand like that, that told her that she was embarrassing him. "Oh, uh...whoops!" she stated, removing his hands from his hips. If a student saw that, they would've thought Eight had suddenly become rather feminine. Which wouldn't be a very good thing for Eight if something like that were spread around the entire school.
Correcting "herself", Cater peered down at Eight as he tried to pull her off to the side. The problem with that was, he really couldn't in Cater's body. She had to struggle a bit to keep her balance when he did that. As if realizing pulling her about wouldn't be a good idea, Cater erm, Eight in Cater's body went down a side corridor. Glancing around, Cater in Eight's body made sure no one was watching before following his lead.
"Huh, I think I'm getting the hang of it!" she stated, her wobbling not nearly as bad now that she had gotten a good standing. Looking back at herself, she waited as she watched herself take a deep breath. Then, Eight confessed to her that what he was going to tell her was the truth. "Alright, I'm all ears!" she stated, waiting.
As Eight relayed his little story to her, Cater couldn't help but wonder why Mr. Astley would store such a thing in his office. Even still, that didn't make her less angry with Eight for "examining" something he very well should've known better to leave alone. Of all the things, 'Mother' had taught them it was to never touch mysterious magical objects until they knew what their uses were for and how to take care of the effects. Eight's normally mellow eyes seemed to go ablaze as Cater registered everything. Where she knew the student body was always curious of Mr. Astley and what he had in his office, Eight going in there and causing this mess angered her.
Where normally, she probably would've smacked him upside the head for doing such a thing, she realized that he was in her body. If she slapped him around, and they happened to somehow get their own bodies back, she'd have several bruises on herself. So, with great restraint, she lifted up Eight's right hand and pointed his index finger down at herself. Moving the finger to the point of now pressing onto her nose to make Eight inside her body take her seriously. "You know better than to go and touch strange magic! Didn't Mother teach you not to touch strange magic?!" she growled down at him.
"Now thanks to you touching stuff you shouldn't, we're stuck in this mess!" she growled further but hadn't resorted to trying to hit him. It took a lot of self restraint. Where she secretly had some feelings for the mellow martial artist, she wasn't thrilled with what he just did.
Sighing in exasperation uncharacteristically of Eight, Cater rubbed at "her" temples. "So what do we do now?" she questioned him. |
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Eight
Final Fantasy XIII Type-0
Fist-First Philosophy
"Why not study something...other than fighting?"
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Post by Eight on Jan 12, 2012 21:27:52 GMT -5
Okay, so Eight knew that one of the first things they'd been taught when they had arrived at the school was that much of the magic stored here for research and combat purposes was highly volatile and in some cases, had never been deciphered properly. Definitely not something a student should go touching, and definitely not something they should get the idea to experiment with. Though Eight was only guilty of the former rather than the latter, he couldn't help but think how stupid it had been to touch anything in Mr. Astley's office, much less some magic. Eight thought it might be safer to go around playing with destructive magic idly in the hallways than to come into contact with any kind of magic Astley was storing. Astley was weird himself, so no doubt the magic he carried around was equally as weird. Exhibit A of said weirdness - magic that could cause two people to switch bodies. Why would Astley even need something like- Okay, do not question why. Eight was already scared of what the answer would be.
His guilt increased as he wilted under his own gaze, knowing who was behind the eyes. Normally he might have felt a little fluttery to have Cater stare at him like that and poke him in the nose, but with him her and her him, it kind of...lost its novelty. Eight diverted his eyes again as she chastised him for using unfamiliar magic and reminded him of the many times he'd heard that age-old warning - leave the weird, possibly world-ending, undiscovered magic to the academy's researchers. "I know, I know...", he admitted, unable to come up with any real excuse other than what he'd already told her. What excuse was there? Aside from having no idea that merely picking up some magic would trigger this turn of events, he couldn't really justify being in Astley's office, which had brought the magic to his attention in the first place. It was a case of one bad decision leading to the next bad decision which led to the next bad decision...which led to him standing here in a girl's body, feeling pretty hopeless without his usual...self-ness.
Moving a hand up to ruffle his hair before he realized he still had Cater's hairstyle and not his own, Eight instead scratched at the back of Cater's body's ear, wondering if apologizing would do him any good. With Cater asking what their next move should be, though, he'd postpone all long, heartfelt apologies for later. He started to fold his arms over his chest to think, but once they were there he was given a thorough reminder of what sat perched on "his" chest, and dropped his arms back to his side. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he failed to snap Cater's fingers as easily as he would his own before speaking. "Astley. If we can find Astley, we can possibly get out of this..these bodies...without anyone knowing what happened...but then again, it's Astley. He might hang us from the balcony by our ankles for the whole school to see." "His" shoulders drooped. "But then, what if he doesn't even know anything about his own magic?" Dealing with Mr. Astley was never all that easy...especially when one had to rely on him for something other than cleaning up the school. And he even made cleaning the school creepy.
"But I don't think we should get anyone else involved in this..." Sighing, Eight looked up at himself again. "..so...we split up and try to find him? Or stick together? It's the only solution I can think of."
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Post by Cater on Jan 13, 2012 1:37:42 GMT -5
Cater didn't even want to think why Mr. Astley had such a thing in his office. Did he maybe just happen upon it and was keeping it to give to one of the academy's researchers or was he using it for-well she didn't want to think on it. As for Eight messing around with it, she was mainly scolding him for touching it. After all, it could have very well ended his life rather than causing this awkward situation. "You're lucky it didn't hurt or kill you instead!" she added. Although, she couldn't call this situation any luckier. How were they going to get back to their original body? Even if Mr. Astley knew, she wasn't even sure how that encounter would go. It would be understandable if he grew furious with them though.
It was understandable that Cater would react the way she was. If Eight hadn't been curious, they wouldn't be in this awkward mess. Being in one another's body didn't exactly feel very good. Cater was suppose to be a girl, not a boy! She didn't even want to think if either of them had to go to the bathroom during this nightmare.
She watched as Eight had averted his gaze with guilt. Well, at least she was making him see the wrong of what he had just done. Where it looked like it had just been them, Cater had yet to wonder if anyone else had suffered the same effects of the magic that Eight messed with. Once she was done scolding him, she had resorted to rubbing at "her" temples. If she kept getting angry, she'd only give "herself" a headache! Looking back over at him, she watched as he awkwardly snapped his fingers, luckily just missing the fact he almost touched her breasts. If she had seen, she would've probably had another thing or two to say to him.
Listening to his suggestion, she didn't exactly like the idea of finding the janitor. The guy was creepy, plain and simple! Still, who else would know how to fix this situation? "Where he might do just that, we've no choice. Unless we go to Kurasame and get murdered by him over it!" she stated. The last thing Cater wanted to do was tell Kurasame about this situation. Then again, he probably wouldn't even believe them and if he did, they were as good as stuck in detention for all eternity!
Cater tried her best not to think exactly how creepy Mr. Astley was going to be. If anything...wrong happened to them over it, she would blame Eight for it. He just had to go snooping in that janitor's office! She didn't think trying to mess with strange magic on their own would be a very bright idea. If they tried, more people could end up having their bodies swapped and only more chaos would ensue that way. It was better to keep it as just them two for now, if they were the only ones caught in this mess.
Sighing, she thought about it. The only better option was to split up and look for him. Otherwise, it could take longer searching for him together. "I think splitting up would be the better choice. Where do we meet up though?" she questioned him. "His office?" she inquired. |
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Post by Eight on Feb 12, 2012 18:39:44 GMT -5
This was actually a more awkward situation for Eight than he could even begin to describe. He was only managing to ignore the awkward by telling himself he had a mission - find Astley and set this straight. The reason for his awkwardness? Well, only because Eight found Cater to be among the five cutest people in the world, and the other four were celebrities so they didn't count. And now...Eight found his mind trapped in her body. Now normally he would have been...well...thrilled about having this opportunity to explore her cuteness more...closely. Considering the circumstances, though - and considering that Cater had the same opportunity to more closely explore him, too - Eight wasn't exactly experiencing any sort of joy from the circumstances. He wanted this fixed, and he wanted this fixed quickly. He wanted to appreciate women around him. Being a woman kind of ruined that.
He swallowed heavily, noticing that even "his" throat felt narrow and acknowledging Cater's rightness in saying that messing around with magic that Astley kept in his office could have gotten him killed. Or worse - it could have turned him into some sort of janitorial slave. Think Eight foolish for worrying about such things, but when it came to Astley, such horrors were possible.
"His" eyes widened hearing Kurasame's named mentioned, as if the Commander was even a remote possibility. No, Kurasame would have Eight, even in this feminine form, hung from the rafters if he found out about this. And that was only if Kurasame took it easy on him. Otherwise, Eight would find "himself" ushered into Kazusa's office for one of those infamous "experiments". Actually, that idea didn't scare him nearly as much now that he was in this female body, for some reason...if only because he was under the impression that Kazusa batted for the other team. "Going to Kurasame would be a disaster," Eight finally retorted, voicing the thoughts in his head. "Astley could turn out worse, but at least we don't have class with him every day. And everyone already knows he's a weirdo, maybe they wouldn't believe him if he tried to blackmail us." Made sense in Eight's bodyswapped mind.
Starting to realize how strangely itchy his appendages were (why did girls like fuzzy things so much?), Eight was practically swaying back and forth by the time they were set to part ways. As much as Eight wanted to avoid getting cornered by another member of Class Zero while in Cater's body, splitting up really was the most efficient way to get the switch fixed. "Yeah. Astley's office. You take the west wing, I'll take the east wing."
And with that, the chase was on.
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Ten minutes passed while Eight scoured every nook and cranny of the east side of the school building, nimbly evading all the members of Class Zero that passed into his line of vision while also on the lookout for Astley. Usually, the old creeper was impossible to escape from. Typical that the one time Eight actually wanted to find him, he would be completely absent. Hopefully Cater's searching had been more fruitful than his own, he thought to himself as "he" trotted up to the door of Astley's office, peeking "his" head inside to make sure the old man wasn't inside. No such luck.
And suddenly he noticed how heavy it was to carry around extra....features...on "his" chest. "His" shoulders felt tired just from walking around.
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Post by Cater on Feb 22, 2012 22:51:45 GMT -5
Cater looked back at Eight in her body. It was really hard to describe how she felt, seeing herself with the eyes of someone else. Only about now did she realize how much smaller in comparison she was to others. Patiently, she waited for Eight's response. The sooner they figured out a plan, the better. Sure, she could've abused the idea of inspecting Eight more closely but she hadn't. It was just too awkward. Cater liked boys but that didn't mean she wanted to be a guy. She liked Eight but it wasn't the same if she wasn't in her own body.
As she stood there, she couldn't help but imagine what horrors Kurasame would put them both through should he ever find out about this mess. If his beatings on Nine weren't bad enough, just think how bad it would be when he was really ticked off! Why did mother ever put them under the supervision of such an instructor, she would never know. Arecia at least acted motherly towards them all and treated them better than Kurasame backhanding Nine across the room and into a wall for misbehaving. It gave Cater chills to think they too might suffer the same fate should Kurasame find out.
"My point, exactly!" she stated in response to Eight's words about not getting Kurasame involved. Telling Kurasame about it would be like signing your own death sentence. It just wasn't a good idea in general. Still,going to Mr. Astley as an alternative wasn't exactly as comforting either. It was true that everyone found the janitor to be creepy. There was no telling what he'd make them do in exchange for helping them return to their own bodies. 'If that old creep does anything funny, I'll give him a piece of my mind!' she thought darkly. The last thing they needed was for something worse to happen. How Mr. Astley became a janitor to their school, Cater would never know.
When it came down to the idea of blackmail, Cater could clearly see Eight's point. Who in their right mind would believe such a creeper over them? If anything, they would probably have to suffer through his company and whatever he wanted them to do in return for helping them out. The thought sickened her but what other choice did they have? "So, Mr. Astley it is then!" she agreed.
Once it was settled, Eight stated where he would go and she would go. "Back in a flash!" she stated, taking off. Where she thought she had gotten the hang of maneuvering in Eight's body, she was still rather clumsy. Thankfully though, not enough to spark suspicion after she had taken off down to the west wing.
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As time passed by, Cater did her best to figure out just where that old creeper would be. She wasn't having any luck finding the janitor. Normally, he wasn't this hard to find. 'Kind of like searching for a figure of authority. The one time you need them, they're nowhere to be seen!' she thought with a sigh. Cater wasn't scared of running into any other Class Zero members. If anything, she'd just zip past them. As long as she didn't talk to them, she figured that she'd be okay. The ones she wanted to avoid the most were Nine, Jack and Kurasame. Jack was Eight's room mate and best buddy so he'd know if something was off about Eight. The last thing she needed was for Jack finding out what happened. There would be no end to that one's teasing. Nine was also a must to avoid since, where he wasn't exactly the most brilliant, he'd also tease about it if he figured anything out. Kurasame, out of the three, was the most obvious reason as to why he should be avoided.
'I really just hope this problem happened to Eight and myself or this could get complicated fast!' she thought. As she wandered the halls, a sudden thought occurred to her. Normally, she didn't think she'd have to feel this way but...Kazusa did have a habit of performing odd experiments. What would she do if the creep got a hold of her in Eight's body?! 'Aw, hell no!' she thought. Ever since that thought occurred to her, she kept a wary eye out for the creepy scientist.
Wandering out into one of the main halls, she finally spotted just the man they were looking for! Now, the next dilemma: Getting Mr. Astley to cooperate and return to the office area along with her and actually believe her what had happened. Surely he would? The strange magic was in his office after all! Why he had such an odd thing, she didn't even want to think. Approaching the odd janitor, rather awkwardly since she'd rather run in the opposite direction at this point, Cater spoke to him. "Er...sir? Mr. Astley?" she inquired.
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(OOC: Not sure if I could have NPCed him since he is a character on here so I hope you don't mind the time skip to the office?)
Somehow, they managed to make it back to the office. Upon arriving there, she spotted herself looking into the office. Since she was in Eight's body, she knew that it was Eight in her's. Anyone else wouldn't have known any the wiser. "Ei-Cater!" she corrected herself in mid-sentence. "I managed to find him!" she called out to him when they finally got close enough.
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Post by Eight on Mar 19, 2012 19:52:32 GMT -5
A swipe to the right. A swipe to the right. A particularly angry swipe to the left. A rather disgusted swipe to the right. The old man's consistent presence in the hallway was unable to be mistaken. And thus, the same hallway was devoid of students. Only the occasional member of the faculty, either too stupid or too mature to think of the old man as the most frightening thing they had ever seen, chose to pass by and leave their shoe marks on his clean floor. He would merely stare at them as he passed by, a perpetual frown on his face, nothing more. And once they were gone, he would go on about his business.
Then came the boy. The girl. The being that magic had changed. The mop continued to sweep along the floor, the old man ignoring the calls of it until it had encroached upon his mopping area. Once it had, he slowly...patiently...raised his head to look at it, a finger flicking across his nose. "....Yesssssss?"
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The old man followed the she-he a ways, dragging his custodial cart loudly along behind him, assumedly to assist with whatever this magic problem was...until out of the corner of his eye, a dust bunny made its appearance. With nearly inhuman speed, the cart was abandoned, and the janitor formerly known as Mr. Astley had disappeared with no indication that he was gone.
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This was not a good situation to be in.
Left alone in the hallway with this body that was not his as he waited for Cater to return, Eight didn't know what to do with..."himself." It was not a good thing to have nothing to do while stuck in a woman's body. A guy could get...more curious. "He" paced up and down the hallway, trying to occupy himself in that way before he got tired yet again. Eight then ended up leaning against the wall, finding a new experiment - one that wouldn't involve body parts - to waste time with. Since he fought with his fists, summoning a weapon had never been a talent he had needed to master. So he found some sort of entertainment in attempting to focus on summoning until Cater's gun materialized in "his" hand. Though he didn't like the feel of any sort of weapon in his hand (least of all a gun), he tried spinning it on his finger a few times. The trick was going well until the gun flew off the end of Cater's finger (which was thinner than his own) and shot up into the air. He cringed but managed to catch it, looking around to make sure no one had seen him before he focused on it again, causing it to disappear. Deciding to avoid a potential disaster, "he" finally turned around and leaned with forehead against the office door, peering into the window and watching his breath fog up the glass.
Ah, and there was...Cater, coming down the hallway now. Eight would not be getting used to seeing himself approaching at a distance...
But...no Astley. "His" shoulders drooped slightly until Cater informed him that she had found Astley. Oh, good. Eight trotted up to her, glancing down the hallway with the assumption that Astley was going to appear...sometime soon. But...there was no one to be seen. Eight raised "his" eyebrows and looked up at Cater, shrugging. "...Didn't you bring him with you?" Suddenly filled with paranoia, Eight checked over his shoulder to see if Astley had materialized behind him as he tended to do. No...no Astley behind him. Still completely confused, he just stared up at Cater, wondering if the whole world had really gone crazy.
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Post by Cater on Mar 20, 2012 0:13:23 GMT -5
Cater had thought she managed to get Eight and herself help finally. She didn't think that things would turn out the way they did. As she was scampering off to find "herself", since Eight was stuck in her body, she didn't notice the fact that Mr. Astley had stopped following her. In fact, she was thoroughly convinced the creepy janitor was directly behind her, following as silently as he always did. Sometimes, one would hear him "hissing" but she didn't hear any of that. That was probably what should have alerted her to his absence but Cater was so convinced that they finally had help that she didn't think twice about it.
By the time she found "herself", which was bizarre since it wasn't exactly easy to get used to seeing yourself outside of your body, Mr. Astley had been long gone with her not even aware. It was easy to see she had gotten used to walking in Eight's body now. There wasn't a hint of staggering around anymore or poor Eight looking as if he had a wedgie or something.
"Made it back okay! Hopefully this can get fixed!" Cater said with Eight's voice. It was...almost creepy hearing her voice deeper than she was used to. She'd never get used to being in a man's body. It was awkward enough to be looked at as a girl. When she had been running around as Eight, it made her sick to her stomach seeing some girls looking her way. Cater needed to return to her body. The idea of being hit on by ladies sickened her greatly. Cater liked men, not women!
There was one itty bitty problem though and Eight mentioned it. Confused, Cater blinked down at him. "What do you mean? Mr. Astley is with...me...?" she trailed off, turning her head to find noMr. Astley standing behind her at all!
Cater just stood there for a moment, staring off at the empty space where she had expected the creepy, grumpy janitor to be standing. Right now, her mind was trying to process the fact that Mr. Astley had somehow gone missing again! Where he could've gone off to, her mind didn't even begin to fathom since she was still trying to register the fact that he wasn't even there. When it did, she slouched Eight's shoulders and stomped a foot. "He was right behind me!" she exclaimed with frustration.
Whirling on the spot,turning to Eight, she grabbed hold of her shoulders and lightly shook Eight. "I swear! He was just here a second ago!" she told him. Now, just what the heck were they suppose to do? Would they have to try and figure things out for themselves? Somehow, Cater didn't think things would end so well if it were left up to just the two of them. There was no telling if the magic might've affected anyone else other than themselves. If there were, they were keeping a very low profile about it.
Cater could slowly feel herself getting close to bursting into tears. Tears of frustration, that is. Eyes slowly watering, she stopped shaking Eight. "Now what are we suppose to do?!" she exclaimed. Oh, the horrors of a teenager's life! Cater didn't even do anything and she had gotten dragged into this pickle. Hopefully, by the time they got back to their own bodies, Cater would be too happy to be in her own body that she wouldn't end up ranting at Eight over it all once again.
Really fed up with their luck, Cater eventually turned to the door and aimed a furious punch at it. When she did this, well...it was easy to see that she didn't get the full understanding of Eight's body's strength. Much like how she knocked her own door and cut it in two, she had managed to leave a large, gaping hole in Mr. Astley's office's door! Her frustration forgotten, Cater had Eight's eyes wide open in horror at what she just did. If they wanted help from Mr. Astley, they probably wouldn't have any chances of getting it now considering what Cater had just done to his door!
"Oh my gosh! I just-! I-!" she stammered. Yep, they were in bigger trouble! |
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Post by Eight on Apr 11, 2012 8:02:01 GMT -5
....Could things really get any more ridiculous?
...Eight didn't want to answer that question.
Because judging by the look that Cater made using Eight's on face when he mentioned Astley not being there, Astley was supposed to have been right there with her. Instead, empty hallway. "His" shoulders and head slumped in defeat. So now they'd spent ten minutes trying to find Astley, only to have him disappear again so they could spend another ten minutes finding him...if that was even the prudent thing to do. No, Eight didn't exactly have any plans that were more important than his attempts at not being a woman, but the longer he and Cater were forced to run around in each other's bodies, the more of a chance someone would find out and they'd either get into some kind of trouble (well, Eight would) or they would be embarrassed for the rest of their lives. As Eight liked neither continuous detention nor self-imposed detention in his room, he thought it would have been great if they could fix this before anyone caught onto it.
But they couldn't panic. Who could say that Astley would have been any use anyway? Chances were he didn't even-
"Agh!" Eight suddenly found his current, less imposing body shaken by someone who probably didn't realize she was using his own strength to shake "him" apart. So much for that not panicking idea... "Take- it- easy, Cater! You're- gonna shake...", Eight pleaded, words broken by the shaking. Of course, he was probably really overreacting, but he wasn't used to having a body like this. This wasn't his possession, and he didn't want to screw it up in some way. And boy, was that a strange feeling...
The shaking did end though (with nothing bad happening, needless to say), leaving Eight to have to look at himself looking completely at the verge of tears. To be honest, he didn't feel so great himself, so he couldn't exactly say anything to make it better even if he didn't think it was completely weird to tell himself it would be "alright." Because that was just creepy. He leaned "his" back against the door frame, eyes rolling up to stare at the ceiling in frustration. What now? They couldn't just move on without getting some help, because if they tried to fix this themselves they would probably end up screwing things up even more. They both knew their magic, yes, but magic like this? Heck no. Eight hadn't even known becoming a woman was possible half an hour before. This was stuff meant for an ancient myth, not everyday school life.
He looked down just in time to see Cater swing for the door with all her might, and he knew what that would mean. Hopping back and almost tripping, Eight cringed with the sound of part of the door splitting, and immediately "his" face fell into an open palm. Great, this was getting better and better. "Just...calm down a second! Breathe in, breathe out. Half of the school will be onto us if we start acting up," Eight told her, wondering how in the world he'd suddenly become the voice of reason. He was starting to sound like Trey or Seven. "What we're gonna have to do...is bite the bullet." He didn't want to admit it, but it was the truth. They needed help. He swallowed hard. "The magic researchers?"
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