You Wake Up In The Above OC's Body! [IC Reaction]

It's one thing to wake up, only to realise you're in someone else's body. But when you couple that with also being dead? That's a whole different ballpark. Immediately, Kimiko noticed that something was wrong, for sure. For one, she couldn't feel anything at all. Not the fabric of her sheets, nor the comfort of her pillow behind her bed. All she could feel was this dull, tingling feeling and a sort of eerie chill. Try as she might, she couldn't even feel her own body; whenever she did so, her hand met only more vacant space. Not to mention... when she moved her body, she could only just realize that she was doing so.

Jolting up in a blind panic, she looked over her form: gone was her Jigglypuff jammies, a pastel pink dress in it's place; gone was her skin, flesh and bone, replaced with only a vague, near-translucent, shape of a person. At the very least, she could tell the 'body' was that of another woman, but not much else beyond that. Her hands almost looked like fins and her legs were... gone, replaced by a tail of sorts. She could only sit there wide eyed for a moment as she looked herself over. In truth, her mind was at such a complete loss for words, she wasn't even sure what she was anymore. All she knew was that being in a body that wasn't her own, a body she wasn't comfortable with, filled her with a terror she had never really felt before.

Still, she knew she had to keep a cool head. Shaking her head, she took a deep a deep breath before doing her best to smile through the anxiety. 

Postive thoughts Kimiko! Ganbatte, Ganbatte! Everything will be daijobu!

If this was a dream, and she was sure it had to have been, then she'd wake up soon and she'd be back in her usual, soft, warm body! She just had to stay! Positive!

At least... this dress is pretty cute! 

claim !!

Alastair was awakened by something -- he wasn't sure quite what. But he noticed something seemed rather strange, a bit off. For one, the sheets felt different on his ... skin? Skin? Where was his fur? Alarmed, he quickly retreated his hands from under the covers. Gone were his claws and beautiful black fur. In their place were the hands of a human. He glanced to his sides, noticing another oddity. Hair? Is that what that is? Hair? He immediately jumped out of his bed and rushed to a mirror. He let out an audible gasp. In his place stood a lovely red-haired woman. Could this be a dream? No, it was far too real. But the person who stood before him in the mirror wasn't him.

As reality began to set in, he started to panic. What could have caused this to happen? Why and how had he been replaced by a human female? He tried to look on the positive side. At least this new body still looked good. But he couldn't come to terms with it. It just wasn't him.

This ended up really long so I'm gonna put it under a spoiler just for space reasons

He wasn't sure what had happened, how, or even when, but he did know one thing: this wasn't his body.
With a somber expression, Aradaio flexed his fingers and turned his hand around slowly to observe the new limb. Had the darkness given him a new body? Surely he would have had some sort of warning beforehand. He extended his arm and faced the palm downwards, intending to summon his Scythe. The shadows did not stir. Aradaio pulled back his arm, his expression still calm, although focused.
For what reason have I changed? he asked himself. He glanced over his shoulder to see large black and white wings attached to him. One moved simply by him thinking about it, curling towards him so he could feel the soft feathers. I can only hope the one in my body isn't abusing the powers. I'd better call Gustav and explain the situation before several Deaths accidentally massacre innocent lives.

AAAAA I made it a bit lON G SORRY!!!!

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At first, the former genome would wake up in his bed, with Zidane Tribal but he finds himself in a room that contrasted vastly against the run down dump of his gang's hideout, Tantalus.

He gets up in sheer bewilderment in the room, perhaps he was in some rich noble's room after his one night stand with some rich women from Treno. However, he was horrified that, when he looked into a posh mirror, that he had drastically changed to a different fellow entirely. He quickly fet his backside for the presence of the signature blonde tail and then the nearby drawers for his ever reliable rifle, both were gone.

"Where the fuck am I?!" He immediately covered his mouth having heard the change in his voice. He was very puzzled and confused about his new persona and the environment he found himself in.

Easton was on a one-way ticket towards a heart attack if he kept this up. His hands patting over his body and panicked eyed, grumbling softly "I wasn't wearing this before I fell asleep. This isn't' mine" variously as he investigated himself out. His nose sneered a bit to the clothes, instinctively judging the hues and design of it, however, the real kicker that virtually put the Nantucketer toward a hyperventilating moment was the tail. Mind you he's seen numerous matters in his life, not all pleasant or grim but the tail wasn't an everyday affair. 

He was hushed for a moment with his shaky breathing, just watching it move lightly before croaking out "God have charity, is this what I get for being a good soul?" Lies, he's the worse.

Aethea yawned groggily as she stretched while sitting up. "Hnnnggg..." She looked around the room and paused. "Wait. I should be able to see my horns out the corners of my eyes. and my hair isn't blond, it's red." She looked down at her hands. "Oh my god... This isn't happening..." She was looking at someone else's hands that were not her own. They were not her skin tone. They did not have her neatly manicured claws. "I don't even have any tattoos," she exclaimed as she saw one on her wrist.

"Hey Aethea, there's someone at the door asking for you!" Jarred shouted from upfront in the living room. Aethea looked to one of the corners of the room where a mirror was and was looking at a rather pale boy with freckles and sandy blond hair.

"Crap."

Morena was first aware that something wasn't normal when she turned to lay on her side and...the pillow wasn't as soft as it was supposed to be? Or more precisely...something solid had gotten in between her head and the pillow...

"What is it even-- Oh." She knew what her hand was touching. It's a horn. And her voice definitely didn't sound right. Lazily she pushed herself from the laying position and blinked a few times. Luckily at this time of the year she had already murdered Jarilo or else her husband would be in for a truly astonishing surprise. She looked down quizzically at the skin tone she could see from the middle of the thighs down to the knees. "My, what an interesting skin tone. But certainly this is not mine."

Still way calmer than normal people should be with the change, she went into the bathroom where there was a full length mirror. There she took a long good look from head to toes of what she was now. "I wouldn't be surprised if this is a curse from someone who either despises me or father Perun. But really, other than the horns and...tail? I think this body, whomever it belongs to, is too nice to be a curse. What a perfect figure. Although...your eyes are probably a bit too spooky for ordinary humans, dear body. I'm fine with them though; Goddess of Death shouldn't be so easily to get frightened by something like this."

Except, there was only single thing she wasn't fond of on this unfamiliar body. Thus she moved across the room to where her wardrobe was and pulled out a blouse.

"I'm sorry...but I'm not a fan of showing my waist for all to see. I'm going to wear this blouse over your original top, it's a nice design but too revealing to my liking." Morena then shifted her attention to the...extra addition behind her. "Let's see what I have among my jewelry collection that can decorate this tail...and then the horns."

...It seemed like she was having too much fun playing dress up game with the body she suddenly had a possession of.

((to the person below, you can choose either of her forms but I guess the non-deity form would be easier? It's up to you. c: ))

There were several things Smiley had noticed. One, he was shorter; two, he had no paper bag over his head; and three, he was actually a she.
He couldn't remember what had happened. He was walking, then was suddenly overcome with fatigue. When he woke up, he picked himself off the ground and saw not calloused hands covered in blood, but delicate, paler ones with black nail polish. When he observed them, he noticed long, flowing black hair running over his shoulder in the form of a braid, and a modest outfit meant more for far colder weather than now. Despite all that, it wasn't the most unique aspect of this sudden change.
He felt... powerful. Far more so than he ever did before. It was as if there was a wild flame inside him ready to burst; a promise of destruction should he wish it. As if hearing his thoughts, a scythe appeared in his hands. Smiley gazed at it curiously. It was a large, intricate weapon with a sharp blade that glinted in the dusk. He lifted it up and moved it around. It felt so light in his hand, so right. A smile spread across his face. No matter what happened to his body, he would still help people smile.
And he had a feeling it would be much easier now.

so.. let's go over what happened last night. Mer didn't piss off any mage, he didn't drink anything and still he suddenly is in another body.. and as if that wouldn't be bad enough he's in the body of a human! He lost a pair of legs, his horns are gone and he had completely pale skin.. no scales anywhere on his body. 

It's disgusting.. he looked down at the paper bag in his hands. Why would the human even wear something like that over his head? Every human looks the same.. no reason to hide their ugly faces. Well.. it is now his face aswell so maybe he shouldn't call it that ugly. 

It didn't take long for him to figure out he wasn't even able to use his magic anymore. There was no Fire coming out of his finger tips and he couldn't even feel any magic inside this body. it must have belonged to some kind of fighter or rouge.. great. Growing more and more annoyed about the whole situation he got up and decided he should figure out where he is. No use in sitting around and sulking, he needs to figure our how to get back home! And maybe get the blood off of his hands.. it's old and getting disgusting.  

What the f-

Sol didn't even have time to logically process what in gods name had happened to him. The first thing he noticed when he woke up was that his body was, well, no longer his body. No- could you even call this a human body? Well- not like Sol was really a human, although he was closer to it than he'd ever be compared to whatever this was.

He grabbed the nearest mirror, staring into it as deeply as he could to try and analyze his new appearance. A slug? an ogre? No... it seemed like a dragon of some sort. A dragon slash human, actually, as he noted the fact that he still had some humanesque features. A long tail protruded from his behind, and oh god, it definitely felt weird to have four legs instead of two. Never had the lower and top part of his body felt so disproportionate from eachother before. The skin... it was dark, greeny, a totally strange kind of texture.

What kind of person, or thing, is this? What world do they come from? These are the questions Sol ponders as he sighs and shakes his head, turning away from the mirror in hopes to recover his own body soon..

It was almost immediate. When Renne awoke in her bed the next morning, she immediately felt something was off. Her body was stiffer, and her chest was lighter. Most notably, she was considerably colder. The noble rose to a sitting position and rubbed her eyes groggily while glancing around her room in a daze.

"What is this feeling?" Perplexed, she promptly threw the bed covers from her body and placed her feet on the ground. When she tried to rise up however, the noble almost immediately crumpled to the ground after losing her balance. With a startled cry, Renne put a hand on the floor to push herself up and shakily grasped at her legs. That's when she noticed something else strange. Her hands were paler than before, and although slender they still possessed a certain, masculine quality. The noble then grabbed at her chest and realized that it was far too flat, causing her heart to beat furiously against her chest in a panic. 

This isn't what I think it is, right? In a slight panic, Renne crawled feebly over to a tall mirror on the opposite side of the room and looked into it to have her fears concerned.

Her body was no longer that of a young woman. It was of a man. Her hair was pale white and her clothes were now a jet black color. This wasn't her body, it couldn't be.

"No wonder I couldn't keep my balance." When she spoke, she noticed that even her voice was more masculine. Despite her unease, the noble pushed herself to her feet, and although wobbly, she hobbled towards her bedroom door. She had to visit the shrine behind the palace. There was one person who would know what had happened, and how to reverse it.