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rubycity_ooc2014-06-13 10:34 pm
untilavalon) wrote in rubycity_ooc2014-06-13 10:34 pm
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Time for something fun!
Need a little pick me up? Or just feel like playing something really stupid? It's time for a meme.
The Magical Swap Meme
or the 'oops, you done fucked up' meme
courtesy of Luc*
Directions
- Post your character with the name/canon in the subject meme. In your comment, put your preferences such as, "I don't want to do prompt #1" or "for the gender swap prompt, [character] will look like [this]" or "for the age swap prompt, my character will be 5 years younger".
- Tag each other and have fun.
- Body Swap: Holy shit. You're looking at yourself like you're looking in a mirror. The only problem is, when you're looking down at your own hands... you're in someone else's body.
- Gender Swap: Well, this is new; you're now no longer in the right body, but it's still yours. Were you always a girl? You sure weren't yesterday. Of course, this is probably another one of the city's tricks; no point in getting all up in arms about it, is there?
- Age Swap: Are you starting to see a pattern here? Now you're younger-- or older-- than you were a little while ago. Who're you going to bug about your height now?
- Canon Swap: Your entire history is different now. Suddenly, you're a homestuck. Or maybe you're an elf. Or perhaps you're not even switching canons with the person you're threading with. What's the damage?
- Power Swap:...Like the one above, but with powers instead of canons.
- Moral Alignment Swap: Suddenly, you're evil as hell. Or maybe you're really good now. Or maybe your moral alignment is "eh /non-commital wiggly hand gesture". I don't make the rules here, bucko.
- Luc, you didn't include this swap I wanted to do!: Well look at you, you have a bigger imagination than I do. What are you waiting for? Swap it. Just swap it. Do it, before it's too late.
You now have four minutes to save the world.**
*If it's a bad meme, it wasn't my idea.
**You do not have four minutes to save the world. In fact, there's really no point in worrying about world saving right now.
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Canonswap with an odd bit of ageswap for flavor
Not again.
[...Is that his voice?
He sits up, and those are--legs, but his noise of surprise is still a strangled caw, and his feathers rustle as he flicks them but his wings are black, jet black, and when he lurches to his feet the room looks a lot smaller than he's used to.
And he knows why, even as he stumbles to the bathroom. Servant knowledge: He's Dirk's Dave, and his own Dave, and Davesprite, too, because all of him (all of the hims?) are his legend, so as a Servant...he's the only Dave left in the city. Of course it would all go to him. And it seems The Choice Hephaestus offered him has translated to some choice offered in Saber's world, something for heroes who aren't heroes.
How ironic, he thinks, as he stares at the face Dirk must have watched for in movie reels. He leans in and rubs his chin.]
Holy shit, I get hot.
[He wanders back into his room, digs up the old-fashioned camera, and takes a selfie.
Okay, no, back up. He's a Servant again, and he doesn't have a Master, but. Huh. He straightens and looks at the ceiling, as if that could help him sense it, but he doesn't feel like he's spilling mana or prana or whatever out into the ether. And he doesn't even feel that ominous, oppressive feeling of the Grail War. Is the stupid cup even here?
He wavers, then nods and snaps his wings shut, resolved. This shit is Saber and Waver's thing. If something's going on, Waver will probably hit the network up about it in a hot second, and he'll chime in there. But Saber is his King, and he is her squire. He'll check in with her first.
He
goes ghostslips into Spirit Mode and employs his shiny new A-Rank speed on his way to the police station.]ageswap a bit you say I have a thing for that
She's not entirely sure what in God's name is going on. She's dressed in orange pyjamas and a crown and is about three inches shorter than she used to be.
Unknown to her is that these pyjamas are of the Heir of Light; she is god-tier now, and she doesn't know what that means. She also doesn't know why Avalon is available to her, nor why avalon is acting as storage for everything. Because why would King Arthur know what a sylladex is?
When Dave enters the station, all Saber can do is tilt her head and frown.]
Dave?
: D
[He tilts his sunglasses down a fraction--his eyes are still orange, at least--and blinks once. Then twice. That seems to satisfy the moment's melodrama requirements, and he pushes his shades back up and shoves his hands in his pockets.
Of course his weird anime armor comes with pockets. Who the hell do they think he is?]
Welp. At least now I know where all my color went.
1/2
[Saber frowns, though, as she realises exactly what's different about Dave.]
2/2
Are you-- it can't be.
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Think you'll be happy to know my Endurance is up to C now. Still got Shit Rank Luck, though. Also, Counter Guard sounds like a Super Smash Brothers move and also maybe like something you'd use to babyproof your house.
[He flicks a finger at her briefly and then twirls it towards the ceiling.]
You take that getup for a spin yet?
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Excuse me, mister cool-kid, but some of us didn't come pre-programmed with any idea what these sleep garments do.
Or who a Super Smash Brother is.
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I never wore the action PJs myself, but I have it on good authority that you can totally fly. And by good authority I mean Dave could after he went god tier. Also, I dunno, you're probably hella lucky now, if you've got the title I think you do.
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[Okay, she's sort of interested.]
I... know that much. Heir of light-- but I haven't the slightest what that means.
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[He looks her over again, head tilted thoughtfully to one side.]
John was our Heir. Heir of Breath. I don't know too much about it since I never really got to see him in action, but it's sort of...you embody your Aspect. Or you're sort of gifted with it, or grow into it. Are you thirteen again now, by the way?
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Not much a change between then and my final year, honestly.
[She gives him a good-natured smile; something that would otherwise be rare on a 13-year-old saber.]
The years have done you well, my knight.
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[It's an anachronistic mishmash of plate and jeans, with flame-bright Time gears etched and stitched in at random. He taps the breastplate, slightly nervous.]
Hey, I don't need to go, like, panhandle for a Master, do I? It's not like last year?
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[She can't help but observe his suit. It's pretty snazzy, actually. She's almost jealous.]
There are other ways of conserving prana, as I'm sure you're aware of by now.
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Cool. I mean, I think I'll be okay. I don't feel like I'm in any danger of getting nonexisty. Wanna check out your new powers?
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[Which is stubborn 13-year-old speech for please yes]
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[He's closer, so he gets the door for her. What a gentleman.]
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She exits, giving him a nod, and looks around.]
Just outside the city should be fine, don't you think?
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[He stretches, arms and then wings, and then folds them again with a fond, slender smile.]
Should we test your airspeed on the way?
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I get the feeling it isn't quite the same as a prana burst.
[Which is how she usually gets aerial.]
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1/2
[Still...]
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So she closes her eyes, breathes in, and... tries to imagine what it would feel like to fly. The idea of light all around her-- for some reason, that seems natural, and it helps the image. Light supporting her, light making her weightless-- becoming light. For some reason, that seems correct, too; bending the idea of what 'light' means.
When next she opens her eyes, she has to look down to see Dave.]
--That was it?
[That was really the answer?
...It feels almost like doing magic.
Shit.]