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The winds of change~~

WHO: Everyone!
TONE: Anything from fun to serious
RATING: PG-13+
WHEN: 20th - 23rd April
WHERE: All around the school
WHAT: Canon selves event! A seance gone awry has had its effect on the school, bringing about mental and physical changes to students and staff alike! Full details of the combinations of effects can be found here.
STATUS: Ongoing! Use whichever style you like.

[Spring brings change, but that change isn't always a good thing! Whether your character has changed entirely into their canon self, or only in part, please keep in mind that whatever they know/learn of their original canon during this event will be unable to be clearly recalled - disappearing with their past self - when the event is over. This is to avoid fourth-walling after the conclusion of the event.

Please also keep in mind that some people will not want to fourth-wall during the event! Make sure it's alright with the other player before you decide to do that. Above all, though, have fun!]

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[No, they're not beautiful. They're weird and freakish and he doesn't like them at all. And it makes him realizes he doesn't have his shade and his eyes begin darting around the room, trying to figure out where they are. And then he sees them, on the nightstand by the bed. Like fuck he's going to go near that... that thing though. Especially not when he's spouting off bullshit like that.

Bullshit that quite honestly makes him scoff, because that's just fucking ridiculous.]

How fucking high are you, bro? What, you some stalker or something? Fan of my website that got a little too fucking obsessed? What the fuck are you, even? No, you know what? It doesn't matter. Let's back up once again. You're not my boyfriend. Get that through your head right now. I don't date.

[Murdoc doesn't know what he's looking for, but given the situation he's not sure if he'd want to give them to him anyway. It seems fair, given how vulnerable he feels right now. It's like he's evened out the playing field!

He can't unshake the obvious and unsettling feeling he gets. Bro is obviously scared of him, but his name hasn't rung any bells. He's already begining to feel this is part of the shift in the castle, but that doesn't make it any less hurtful. Particularly since Bro is being so abrasive. If there were ever a time in which he'd forgotten why the other man wasn't a blip on his radar, it's gone now. Had he always been this hostile? It's making Murdoc even more uncomfortable.]

No, I'm not a stalker. I don't even know what a website is, you know I have no interest in your.. hobbies. That's your own business.

[He rolls his eyes. Of coooourse he needs to make this harder than it would have been already.] You certainly seemed eager enough once the opportunity arose. And I am. Though generally not a...whatever I am. I'm a wizard, like you. This is obviously another one of the shifts we've been put through before, there's no need for you to be so dramatic.

[He's not scared of the troll. Not at all. Well alright, maybe he is a little but he would never fucking admit it. Not ever. He's honestly more scared of the fact that he doesn't know where the hell he is, or what's going on, or how he got there. It's a little fucking alarming after having woken up in the same bed as that monster, who claims to be your goddamn boyfriend. Just... this whole situation is really alarming and only a fool wouldn't be at least a little scared. Being scared keeps you alive, in the end.]

You're not making any. fucking. sense.

[His voice is hard and a little angry. He wants the truth, and he wants this guy to stop acting like they know each other, when he's never met him in his life. It's frustrating and downright weird.]

I'm not being dramatic, either. I don't know what you're talking about by shifts, or wizards or what the fuck ever. That's fuckin' stupid. What, you think I'm five? That I believe in fairies and unicorns? Right. Go sell your white van pedophile lies to somebody whose balls haven't dropped yet.

[He might not be obviously scared, maybe Murdoc is projecting his own little anxieties onto the situation. The way Bro is looking at him makes him feel like a horrible monster and he hasn't even had a chance to see himself in the mirror yet! He has no idea how bad it is, but seeing Bro stare at him like that is a pretty good indication.]

You're the one bein' nonsensical! Not to mention unhelpful! You aren't the only one sufferin' right now, would it kill you to stop bein' such a bastard and make things easier?

[He gives him a funny look, starting to fume himself out of frustration.] You're in a damn magic school, Dirk. Look around you! [His room isn't muggle-like by any standards, and he's going to ignore the insults in order to shuffle through his bedside table drawer until he finds what he wants.] And if you want more proof, you can have this. [He takes a wary step forward, holding out a moving photo of them hugging and generally enjoying each other's company.]

[Bro tenses as Murdoc finishes rummaging in the bedside drawer and starts heading in his direction. He doesn't want the thing near him, and that's obvious in his entire demeanor. But then he's being handed the picture, and he hesitantly reaches out and takes it. His intention is to just throw it at Murdoc, but... then he actually takes a look at it.]

What the actual fuck.

[He stares at it for a long moment. His eyes move from the picture around the room like Murdoc had told him to, and he just... Stares for a good, long moment back down at the photograph.]

Nope.

[Sorry, he's just going to drop the picture on the floor and stalk past Murdoc to swipe his shades.] I'm high right now. That's the only fucking explanation for this. I'm high and this is some fucked up dream.

[So that means he can fly. So he's just going to go over to the window and toss it open, moving so that he can get into position to jump out of it. Wow, he really is in a castle, if the scenery is any indication...]

Which means if I do this it's not gonna fuckin' hurt because it's a dream.

[It's as obvious as it is infuriating to Murdoc. He regrets waking up today, he kind of wishes they could have just stayed cuddling forever. He highly doubts he'll be able to wind the other man down enough for that anytime soon.

He deflates a little at Bro's reaction. He wasn't sure what he expected, but it was more reassuring than that. He steps to the side as Bro stalks past and moves forward to pick up the photo and dust it off, placing it on the bed and turning to find a surface to see himself in.

It's about then that he catches Bro preparing to jump out the window and he accidentally lets out a very genuinely animalistic hiss. He steps forward and scoops an arm around his middle so he can lift him away from it. Well, he certainly doesn't have to worry about his back anymore.. He can lift Bro with surprising ease, given that he's only using one arm.]

It will hurt, you fool. You haven't got a broom and this isn't a dream. Pinch youself if you don't believe me, maybe the sting will do you some good.

Whoa, whoa, whoa-

[He kicks a little, trying to get out of the creature's grasp but finding himself unable to do so. He... oddly doesn't feel like he's particularly in any danger, but that doesn't mean that he takes kindly to being picked up effortlessly and pulled away. Nor does he appreciate the way Murdoc is still spouting off bullshit about magic and brooms and stuff like that.]

Would you quite fucking talking about magic and shit like it's real? This isn't goddamn Harry Potter, this is the real world and you need to get your fucking head out of the clouds and see that, for god's sake. But before you do that, let me the fuck go.

[Seriously he's about two seconds away from backhanding Murdoc if he doesn't let go. He might not feel like he's in any danger for whatever reason, but that doesn't mean he won't fight if he has to. He needs to figure out where the hell he is and maybe find Dave, if he's here. If not, good. But at the same time, bad. Because he really doesn't want to be alone with some freaky as fuck horny bastard like this guy.]

[Murdoc turns away from the window, seeming quite content to hold onto Bro until he's specifically asked to put him down. He all but drops him, as if punishing him for being rude as fuck. He then turns and pointedly shuts the window whilst scowling at the other man.]

What on Earth does bloody Harry Potter have to do with anything? He's only a child, honestly. How can you be unaware of magic and know that name? [He gives him a funny look, moving to reach under his pillow and pull out his wand, not entirely sure if it will actually work. He gives it a wave anyway and manages to at least make it glow.]

So what is it that I have to do to make you realise I'm as trustworthy as I am well informed?

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[Despite the fact he's unceremoniously dropped, Bro manages to land on his feet and even performs a ninja-like roll away from the troll as he does so. But when he speaks, Bro cocks and eyebrow and just stares at him. What the actual fuck? He's speaking as if Harry is real, and... Ugh, this is stupid. This is so fucking stupid and he's getting a headache, he swears to god.]

Y'know, Harry fucking Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone? Chamber of Secrets? So on and so forth. The book serious, you moron. With magic and Voldemort and what the fuck are you doing with your fucking pill-

[He stops as Murdoc pulls out the wand. Oh real nice, he's dealing with a man child more of a child than he tends to act. Just his luck. And he's so not impressed when it lights up. Oooh, impressive, there's a light in it and it's motion activated.]

Whoopdie fucking doo, you've got a toy wand that lights up. I'm so impressed dude, you have no fucking idea. What next, you gonna pull a rabbit out of a hat?

I know OF Harry Potter. I haven't met him. I think I saw his father once. [He shrugs.] I've yet to read any of the trash they call biographies, I hardly imagine they'll be of any credibility.

[He widens his eyes at Bro when he drops that name, paling and flaring his fins in surprise. He wasn't aware he could do that, but he can. It seems to frighten him a little too, poor thing.] Don't ever say that name out loud. You obviously have no idea what it means. [He holds his wand out warningly before dropping it a little as he calms.]

It's not a toy, it's made of poplar. [He seems a little defensive.] No, actually. More like- Stupefy! [He waves his wand at Bro, giving him a defiant look.]

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[It's impossible for anyone to roll their eyes harder than Bro is right now once Murdoc starts going on about how he shouldn't say the name. Right. Someone really has read these ~biographies~ and knows enough to imitate the shit that's from the books. Yeah, you're so fucking scared of it, he can tell. What a dumbass. Ugh.]

Blah, blah, blah, I don't care what your wand's made of. [He's talking over Murdoc now.] They're not biographies, they're work of fucking fiction. Spoiler alert, at the end, Snape kills Dumb- fuck-

[He didn't see the spell coming, wasn't anticipating it, and it hits him in the chest. He crumples to the floor, curling in on himself and clutching at his chest with a gasp.

God he swears when he can find it in himself to get up, he's going to kick your ass so hard that your tadpole ancestors will feel it.]

[The eyeroll offends him a little, but he's starting to see Bro isn't in his right mind. He wouldn't use that name so flippantly if he were, he would be well aware of the negative connotations, wouldn't he?

He'll just roll his eyes as he speaks, though he quirks a brow at the comment. Snape kills who? This biography must be utter crap. He dismisses it and watches in satisfaction as Bro drops. He feels bad, but really? He had it coming.

He steps toward the other man, reaching down to grab his arm and pull him upward. At this point, he can't help pulling him up the extra few inches and stealing a kiss.]

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[There's not much Bro can do as Murdoc steps over to him and pulls him up. He's disoriented enough that he doesn't put up much of a fight, even if he's kind of pissed. That is, until the troll is fucking kissing him and suddenly it's as if his body is working again, because there's a flame spreading through him. And it isn't the good kind either. It's the pissed off, you done fucked up kind and he is going to fuck you up.

Bro pulls away roughly and stumbles back a little, but he's moving forward against in an instant, drawing his fist back and sending it squarely at Murdoc's face. He's considerably more buff than his wizard counterpart, so it's bound to hurt like a motherfucker if it does connect. Because holy fuck, you creepazoid. You can't just stun him and then kiss him, That's crossing a line that you just don't fucking cross. He's more concerned with the kiss, actually, than he even is about getting stunned.

Even if it proves that magic is real. Because that definitely was magical in the worst way possible. Goddamn his chest is still kind of sore from it. But he'll cross the 'magic is real' bridge when he gets there, because right now he's got some troll ass kicking to do.]

[Murdoc fools himself into thinking Bro might be reciprocating due to the lack of fighting back. Y'know. Despite the fact he just did the wizard equivalent of tasering. He still maintains the fact that he had it coming with all of that attitude.

Following that logic, he probably deserved that punch in the face. Thankfully, even with Bro's heightened strength it doesn't hurt too much. It certainly hasn't broken his nose this time, at least. He reels away with a dejected expression, rubbing at his poor face whilst giving Bro the wide woeful eyes.

He at least has his wand at the ready if Bro should decide to attack him, but he really doesn't look as if he wants a fight.]

[When it becomes apparent that the punch really hasn't done much, Bro just narrows his eyes and glares. But he sees that wand pointed at him, and he has no intention of fighting when he doesn't have a weapon of his own. That would be suicide, and he's not stupid.]

What the fuck was that? And I don't mean the fucking magic shit you just pulled. I can get over that. But that kiss? Goddamn, I fucking taste shrimp or something and it's disgusting.

[He spits on the ground, a disgusted look crossing his face.]

I already told you. We're lovers! You can't very well blame me for actin' out of habit, I'm used to bein' able to kiss you when you're bein' adorable.

[He shrugs, crinkling his nose as Bro spits on the ground. He cups his mouth and breathes into it, sniffing curiously as if trying to figure out whether Bro is being stupid.]

It doesn't smell like fish at all, you're so very dramatic.

[Okay there's a lot Bro can take, but being called adorable is not one of them. That honestly pisses him off and he clenches his fists. It's made even worse by the fact that Murdoc is still claiming that they're lovers. That's fucking bullshit and he wishes the other would stop saying shit like that.]

Nothing you just said is true. I'm about to fuckin' punch you again, how adorable would THAT be?

I showed you a picture! It is true! I have the same scars! You're just bein' intentionally obtuse because you're in denial. You always do that.

[He huffs. God, he wants to reach out and shake Bro right now.]

Considerin' it hardly hurt the last time, it'd probably be fuckin' precious now that I'm expectin' it.

[No, you know what? You know what? He has had it with you and your condescending, annoying and bullshit lies. Also you calling him cute or adorable or precious or whatever the hell it is you've called him already. So he's just going to look around and- AHA. A candle stick. He pulls the candle out of it and tosses it away before picking it up.

He is now coming at you with the intent of beating you with the candle stick, so have fun with that one.]

[You can hardly blame him, dear sweet precious Bro. As far as he knows you're his adorable boyfriend and not some cold, porn creating jack ass from a different universe. Though the candle stick is making the change abundantly clear.

He squawks, throwing a hand out to grab Bro's wrist and grips tightly so as to keep it away from from his beautiful face.]

You're bein' awfully rude! This is my room, you're a guest! Show some respect before I toss you out, you prat.

[Oh but the other Bro is still a cold, porn creating jackass. He's just a bit nicer about it and doesn't attack you with candlesticks. So really, it's obvious the other Bro is a lot nicer than this one.

Bro struggles against Murdoc's grip, but in the end it's a bit helpless, though he doesn't give up.]

Y'know, bullshit! I'm starting to think you're lying. Why would they let your ugly mug in this castle? It's too damn nice for you! Let me go!

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