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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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[Morning: Locked to Bro]
[It's strange waking up in a body that isn't yours. You don't really notice at first. Or at least, Murdoc didn't. He hums tiredly as he feels himself begining to awaken and his first reaction is to push closer to the other man in the bed so he can wind his arms tighter around him. As far as Murdoc is concerned, he's a perfectly normal wizard in bed with his perfectly normal wizard boyfriend.]

[Anytime: open!]
[So, the winds of change certainly did a number on Murdoc and it will be clear to anyone who sees him. He's now quite a bit taller and more muscular. He's also grey, with fins, horns, fangs and claws! He looks a bit like this, so it's fortunate that his mind is totally uneffected.

You might come across him marching down the halls, huffing and fluttering his fins indignantly as he attempts to avoid most everyone whilst also keeping an eye on them. If you happen to be at the lake, you could catch him attempting to take a swim, he does appear to be part fish! Eventually you may find him sitting in the courtyard with his head in his hands because this has been a surprisingly exhausting day.]

[Murdoc's not the only one who woke up in a body that wasn't his. It took a good deal of talking to calm Mituna down from the fit he'd thrown upon waking up grey with horns and several more inches of height, not to mention a mouth full of sharp oversized teeth that made his lisp all but impossible to control. Once he'd calmed down enough for them to take their eyes off him he'd escaped the hospital wing and scampered off to the courtyard as quickly as his gangly limbs could take him.

It was there he spotted Murdoc, not that he recognised him looking like that. So he's peering around a nearby wall, all dandelion-puff black hair and curiosity, one blue and one red eye peering out from behind the dark strands. He creeps a bit closer, then crouches behind another wall, watching him over the top of it.]

[It takes having arms wound around him and being pressed against a little harder to rouse Bro from sleep. Immediately he knows something is different. Different and wrong. When that realization hits, he's squirming out of Murdoc's grip, because this is not his bed and he did not fall asleep with anyone the night before. At all. And when he catches sight of the person who was in his bed, it just fuels his actions and he gets himself untangled from the bed and several feet away.]

What the actual almighty fuck?

[And he's reaching for the nearest object- a shoe on the floor- and giving it a hard throw at Murdoc.]

Where the fuck am I? How did I get here? You have so much explaining to do and you should've fucking started five minutes ago.

Edited 2013-04-21 07:33 (UTC)

[Murdoc lets out a low grumble as Bro begins to shift. Generally he's an early riser, but for some reason it doesn't feel right to be up with the sun. He doesn't understand why he suddenly feels nocturnal, but he isn't going to fight it, until Bro does.

He flutters his eyes open as Bro leaves and raises an eyebrow at him as he speaks. It's not long before there's a shoe flying at him and he barely has the time to sit up and catch it. This is when he realises that his hands are grey. He drops the shoe with an unashamedly loud cry of surprise and scrambles to move out of bed, rubbing at his face groggily and looking very much put out by the fact that this isn't his body.

With that in mind, it's not hard to see why Bro would be acting so strange! He takes a deep breath, deciding he can look in the mirror AFTER he's calmed Bro down.]

It's me, Dirk. Murdoc. [He spreads his clawed hands out in front of him so he knows he doesn't mean him any harm.] The castle is playin' tricks again, obviously. [Okay, that earns him a squeak.] And you're in my room, love. You went to sleep here last night, like you always do.

[Mituna isn't the only one needing to deal with fits, only Murdoc was dealing more with Bro's and not his own. He's pretty bummed out from the other man's vehement rejection of him and the fact that he's had so much thrown at him today. The only plus side? Troll husks are tough. At least he isn't bruising!

Finally he feels as if he's sulked enough and he raises his head, letting out a long suffering sigh before glancing around. Once he catches sight of Mituna, he quirks an eyebrow. Are they the same...?

He stands, approaching slowly and with caution as he tries to catch sight of the boy.]

Mituna? [That is him, right?] It's professor Ampora. Sort of.

[Bro's eyes narrow instantly the moment Murdoc calls him by his real name. No one knows his name- hell, he's not even sure Dave knows what his real name is. So for this... what the fuck ever he is to know his name is alarming, and it has him on guard. And then he continues speaking, and he nearly lets out a snort. What the fuck is with the pet name? Love?

That's it. He got drugged and kidnapped. Yep. That's the only fucking explanation for this. Except as far as he's aware, there aren't any of these fucking monsters where he's from. So where the hell...

Ugh, it doesn't fucking matter. What matters is figuring out what the hell is going on and how this guy somehow knows him.]

Back the fuck up. How do you know my name?

[In reflection of Bro's eye narrowing, Murdoc is giving him a wide eyed stare. Wide purple and yellow eyes, aren't they beautiful? He can understand being a little scared right now, but really he's the one who should be having a panic attack! Murdoc feels like the spotlight he never wanted is being taken from him.

In the meantime, he's going to be inspecting his arms with an expression of pure horror. Grey? GREY? Why grey? What on earth has happened?

He cocks his head to the side at the question, wondering why Bro is making this so difficult.]

I've known it for a long time, you told me months ago because Bro is a ridiculous name for a man. [He sniffs.] And it would be fairly strange for me not to know my boyfriend's given name, don't you think?

Edited 2013-04-21 08:57 (UTC)

[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.

[[Morning: Ravenclaw dorms]]

[Tony, wasn't entirely surprised that he was waking up somewhere not his bed, however the Ravenclaw common room was never a place he remembered being. So really this is where things got weird for him.]

Pepper?

[To be fair, it was a logical conclusion to come to that it could he her place, Tony hadn't really been in her before, at least as far as he could remember. As he moves to going from lying on the large plush couch to stand to look around he sways heavily and stumbles forward, looking very surprised at this his looks down at his shirt.

There's no glow.]

Well. That's... Okay, not good.

[He pulls up his shirt and and loosens the reactor to inspect it.]

Getting worse by the second.

[Tony starts to fumble about the room to see if he can find a small tool kit, screwdriver, anything for him to find out why the reactor is not providing it's life lengthening free energy.]

[[After magic has 'saved' him from the whole dying thing.]]

[Tony wanders the halls, eyeing everything with great skepticism. Sure, magic saved his life, for now, but magic was still things that charlatans and carnie's did to make a quick buck off people eager to believe things were more than what they are. After a moment he heads outside, pulling his phone out of his pocket, and tries to turn it on to see if outside of the castle could bring reception. He was told it wouldn't work, but he's Tony Stark, he's been told that a lot in his life only to prove people wrong. If only he knew that he couldn't actually fight magic by being more stubborn.]

[Shuffling down that hallways in a rather random manner is Karkat, however this isn't very easy to tell, as all that can be seen wandering the halls is a gryffindor comforter with feet. And these feet are very hurriedly taking the confused and kind of scared teen to the infirmary. Because if anyone can fix you from being horribly and suddenly deformed it would be Dolores.]

[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.

Motherfuckin' best friend! [exclaims a familiar, and yet not familiar voice - Gamzee's voice now has a certain rough edge to it and is rather deeper than it used to be. The build is about the same, and the hair, and the make-up, but it's there the similarities end. Possibly because it's hard to look past the spiraling horns, gray skin, and wide amber/indigo eyes, not to mention those giant fangs hanging out in his head.]

Why'd you get all eaten up by this big, fat, blanket bro?

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.]

[Karkat stops mid skuttle as the duvet turns to stare at the voice.]

How do you even know it's me, you fu-

[He slowly opens enough of a gap to look at Gamzee and just stares for a second before jumping back yelping in surprise at the sight before his own yellow eyes, with his little pudgy grey nose and a slightly lock of his fringe visible from his little hidey hole in the fabric.]

FUCK!? How come you look like that, why do you even look like that what is even happening right now?!

[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?

Edited 2013-04-21 11:36 (UTC)

[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.]

Edited 2013-04-21 12:12 (UTC)

[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.]

[And along comes a monster.

Seriously.

Rhys Rhydderch is almost unrecognizable - everything is bigger and more exaggerated, even his hair, and his face is painted like a demonic skull. He's incapable of anything resembling a calming or gentle expression, not with those fangs, and his voice comes out in a basso rumble that isn't even a little bit human.]

Oh, another one.

[Except this one smells briny, he hasn't run across one of those, yet. Something about the smell raises his hackles, and he pulls up short to examine the other troll.]

[No jokes. Murdoc is a monster of the same variety and he still can't help reeling away in surprise at the sight of that thing. He can only think of one person it could be, given the massive size of him.

His fins flatten against his face as the huge troll approaches and he scrambles out of his seat to stand up straight, puffing himself up a little.]

Rhydderch..? [He inquires, his fins drooping a little as he calms.]

[Kurloz has no idea where he is or what he's been turned into. First he wakes up in something that is definitely not his coon and then he sees his skin's all pink and shit - he's even shorter!

It's just not in his nature to panic and freak out though, so he found his way to an ablution trap to examine himself in the mirror, noting that at least his ocular orbs were almost the right colour, though the loss of his horns was traumatizing. He then noted two rather big errors in his physical makeup.

1. His mouth isn't sewn shut.

2. His tongue is still there.

His teeth are too blunt to cut through the thick muscle, hm. So, first order of business, finding something sharp. And some needle and thread...

Finding parchment and ink close to the fabric box thing he woke up in that morning, Kurloz writes in messy Beforian "need something sharp, needle and thread too. please :o)" Which... doesn't look like any known language on Earth.

Somehow one way or another he creeps out of the Slytherin dorms and trawls the hallways, dressed only in rumpled pajamas and sneakers with bed-raggled hair, 'sign' in hand.]

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[Canon body and mind] Feel free to Deadpool it up.

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