rubycity_ooc | 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.

Prompts

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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What if I don't feel like being patient today?

[Diarmuid grins as he lands, spears crossing in front of him lazily.]

Why don't you be patient while I go wild?

Because I feel wilder than usual today.

[He takes two deep whiffs of the other Lancer's scent.]

...You're not quite the same man as you were before, aren't you?

Does it matter?

[Diarmuid shrugs, lowering his weapons slightly and giving the other Servant a strange look.]

You aren't exactly the same either, but I can't say I mind the change. Or...

[A sharp, mischievous look enters his eyes.]

Is that just your way of saying you're scared of the new me?

What are you talking about? Of course not. I just looked forward to surprising you. You were so naive before.

Was I? Or did I just want you to think I was so I could laugh at how easily I could make you think you'd surprised me?

[Diarmuid draws his weapons back up into ready position, his body tensing as he does.]

You may be a good fighter, but sometimes you are far, far too trusting!

[And, without another word, Diarmuid launches himself full force at the other Servant.]

[Suddenly, this conversation has become much less enjoyable. It rankles to consider the possibility that someone he has once called a friend might be manipulating him.]

Damn you.

[He snarls as he charges back into battle. He lets his spear vanish and reaches out to grab at the other Servant's spears with his bare hands.]

[Diarmuid laughs harshly, enjoying too much the other Servant's reaction. However, instead of trying to shake the other Lancer loose from his weapons, he just dismisses them and throws himself at the other man.]

Is that all I needed to do to get your really into this? I should have said something silly like that before!

[Lancer lashes back at the other Servant with a punch.]

Oh, and what kept you back? Were you just too much of a coward?

[Diarmuid deflects the punch with his arm, at the same time lashing out with one leg to try and take out one of the other Servant's legs.]

Beat me and maybe I will tell you. That is...if you think you can beat me!

[He jumps over the kick and aims a flying kick at the other Servant's head.]

That should be easy enough!

So you think!

[Diarmuid bends backward to avoid the kick and then rolls off to the side, diving back in at the other Lancer's legs as soon as he touches down from his jump.]

[Lancer is knocked off balance by his opponent's move. He falls to the ground, but that doesn't stop him from aiming more kicks toward the other Lancer's face.]

[Diarmuid is pleased that he managed to knock his friend down, but he doesn't have much time to enjoy it because he has to dodge the kicks aimed at him. The first one connects hard, not with his head, but his shoulder causing him to snarl and launch himself toward the other Servant's head and arms to avoid getting hit again.]

[Lancer grins when he sees the other Lancer lose his cool. He raises his arm to block his friend's next attack.]

How about it? Ready to give up now?

Please? Do you really think I would give up to such a weak hit?

[Even if it had hurt.]

Keep dreaming!

[Diarmuid lashes out with the arm that is not being blocked and tries to punch the other Lancer in the jaw.]

[The hit connects, sending him reeling back. As his mouth snaps shut, he bits his tongue hard enough to draw blood. However, he's quick to sit up again, swinging a punch at the other Lancer's face.]

[Diarmuid rolls away to try and avoid the punch, but it still grazes his cheek. Once he finishes his roll, Diarmuid jumps up into a crouching position, rubbing at said cheek.]

I hit you harder.

[This may or may not be a gloat. ~~Hint: It is.~~]

[In response, he spits a mouthful of blood at the other Lancer's face.]

Fuck you!

[He jumps at Diarmuid again.]

[Diarmuid brings up a arm to block the blood spray, hand curling into a claw as he does. He meets the other Servant's rush head on with the hopes of knocking him down again. If nothing else, he is going to try his hardest to dig into whatever part of his friend he can get his hands on to tear it up.]

[Diarmuid's fingers are digging into his face, but Lancer is too angry to care. Using his slightly longer reach, he starts punching at the other Servant. He's sure he'll hit at least one part.

[At first, Diarmuid just snarls at the other Servant, ignoring the blows as they hit him, but after one or two really good punches connect with his stomach and chest, he throws his friends away from him and steps back to try and catch his breath.

Okay, so maybe the other Lancer can hit harder after all. Not that Diarmuid will ever admit it...]

[Now that Lancer has worked himself into a frenzy, he doesn't stop. He barrels toward the other Lancer, gnashing his teeth and ready to take a bite out of him]

Oh, someone is going to be a bad puppy, is he?

[Diarmuid mutters the words under his breath and then dashes off to the side to avoid the rush. As he does, he spins, so he can bring a kick around aimed at the back of the other Servant's head.]

Time for something fun!

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