[ ⓿⓿❶ ] video: body swap

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[ There is something different about Starkiller's image on the monitor. His movements fluctuate between twisting his communicator at odd angles while holding it out at arm's length to bringing it in drastically close to his face. To top off any doubts of identity, he also has a silk scarf of the pink variety tied neatly around his forehead and a few other added accessories that help Esmeralda feel more...at home. The communicator is set down as an after-though, but the feed continues. ]

What am I? Some kind of...soldier?

[ Tentatively he places one index finger to his lips in thought. Feeling suddenly as if the gesture doesn't quite fit, he starts to swing his arms back and forth to a forming rhythm. Once the movement starts to feel more natural, Esmeralda does her best convincing masculine stance and begins to feel out this new body and the armor without one ounce of shyness. ]

Well. This could take some getting used to.

003 ▲ video

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[Is that Frog on the feed? Though outwardly calm, there's an undertone of a slightly more distraught nature. He's got his hands over his mouth at the moment, after all. It takes a moment before he gathers himself to speak.]

Forgive me. I hadn't wanted to disturb anyone, but... [Croak-- then a slight clearing of the throat.] I seem to be impulsively swallowing flies. Is there... perhaps a way to stifle this? [If only to keep herself from choking on them... but Zelda will just leave that part out of it.]

...I hope everyone is faring all right. [Croak.] This is an unfortunate predicament and I pray that we will return to our own forms soon.

004 ♫ Body Swap: No Longer Musical

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[The face on the video would be Sokka's.

The problem would be that he is sitting at a piano. This would not be a problem, if Sokka played the instrument. Unfortunately, he does not.

Everything comes out wrong. There is no power in the notes, and they barely form a song - plodding, plunking, and heavy. His face reflects the shock, something more to akin to horror. He tries many more chords, even simple arpeggios, to no avail.

Finally, disturbed, the hands that belong to the mind of Zoisite fall away from the instrument, and fall silent.]

[009] ☿ Our bodies are just containers for our powers

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[It's Tomoe Mami's face, but it's entirely Mizuno Ami's heavy heart that picks up the communicator. It's taken a long time to make herself look almost normal, to make herself look like she hasn't been crying and like she can handle this.

But the hope that's kept her going just disappeared along with Usagi and her other friends. She can't even know when she'll see them again, if she'll see them again, or if they're truly lost to the Darkness until their world can be restored - perhaps never. Three dear friends at once, so close after a fourth, is a terrible blow. Her voice is steady but far too quiet and thin.]

To everyone who knew them, Tsukino Usagi, Hino Rei, and Aino Minako have disappeared.

Naru-chan, we-

[But right there, without any warning, her voice simply stops. She slumps to the floor without any sign of distress of beforehand.]

(ooc: MADOKA SPOILER/explanation: With the body swap, Mami-in-Ami's-body came to pick up the soul gem... thus bringing it too far away for Mami's body (Ami). She will revive once Mami comes back, bringing it close again, and they figure it out.)

5th post; video

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[ The woman in the video is looking confused and frightened. Anyone who's met her would notice the distinct lack of her usual poise.]

Uh...hi...uh ...how do I put this? This is weird. After all this time, I still can't get used to anything. I'm actually Joluk Hergal.I'm in someone else's body. Does anyone know her? Are there any freaky powers I should know about, in case they go out of control? Where am I, anyway?

So yeah...body switching, I'm afraid of what'll happen next.

☆ [001] ☆ Kurosaki Ichigo // Video // Traverse Town

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What's your problem, I said I was fine.

[There's an orange-haired boy in the first district of Traverse Town with torn black clothing and far too many trails of fresh-spilling blood winding and twisting about his exposed skin. He's on the floor now, his knees keeping him up as he leaned against a very large sword. He was panting heavily while two moogle's seemed to float around with concern.]

I told you, it's just a scratch, it's no big deal. Thanks for the help but I can handle it from here. [The moogle's made to retort but Ichigo began shooing them off.] I can handle it, I'm fine. It's not like I'll just pass out. In the middle of the street. Of blood loss or anything.

[By the look's the moogle's gave each other, they really doubted Ichigo would get very long. He frowned and grunted, getting up to his feet. The pull of muscles visible against raw flesh and the fresh batch of blood seeping from his wounds a clear indication it had caused him far more strain than he was letting off.]

Back off, you see? [He waved his arms.] I'm fine. All better. If you want to help me, try looking for my friends. Anyone know a Rukia or a Renji around her? Have you seen my dad? Anyone-

[And a stretch of an arm caused a cringe that sent him back on his knees. He gripped onto Zangetsu gritting his teeth.] D-Dammit!