[Dane Wayland]

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MONDAYS ARE MANIC

wednesdays are wild, and fridays are about to get a little freaky...

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Halloween was usually an eventful occasion for Hunters. It was a fun holiday that a lot of people commemorated with hyper enthusiasm; emboldened in their masks and eager to frighten and be frightened. Some Gifted individuals — likely eased in some small way by the surrounding chaos, special effects, and bizarre oddities that festivals and other attractions tended to offer — took the celebrations as an opportunity to show off. Costumes that weren't costumes. Parlor tricks that were a bit too impressive. Spectacles and shows that they could pretend were owed to strings and wires if pressed to explain how they were done.[break][break]

It was what had brought Dane and Gemma to the festival tonight. At least, so they claimed. While they were intended to be on the lookout for inexplicable and suspicious talents, they'd taken every opportunity they could to enjoy themselves while they were at it. And why not?[break][break]

A cotton candy in both hands, Dane made his way back through the crowd toward where Gemma was standing, her gaze seemingly drawn toward the archery booths a couple hundred paces away. His mouth tucked with clear disapproval and he mumbled a curse under his breath. She'd already bested him twice at axe-throwing and once at ring-toss — he didn't think his pride could take another defeat. "Gem!" He called once he was close enough, eyes lighting when she whipped around to look in his direction. He waved the cotton candy sticks on the air triumphantly, tongue poking from his mouth. [break][break]

His lips parted again, preparing to bark a laugh before letting her know (with no uncertainty), that he was unwilling to be shown up a fourth time. But, just as the sound formed in his throat, what felt like a bolt lanced through him so completely and suddenly that the noise mangled to nothing. He felt the entirety of him clench. Heard his heart beat a single, thunderous pound between his ears. His vision darkened and his body folded. He was only vaguely and distantly aware of his knees hitting the soft, springy grass and then his face. [break][break]

And when he blinked open his eyes again, groaning, he heard more than a couple of people around him mumbling, cursing, and then exclaiming wildly. Groggily, as if shaking off the lingering remnants of sleep, he brought his hands under him and pushed from the earth, brow knitting at the inexplicable wrongness he felt in his limbs. Blinking rapidly, he stared fixedly and uncomprehendingly down at the too-small hands splayed beneath him...then a second later, when his vision steadied, his chin dropped and his gaze pulled (almost as if somehow innately magnetized) to his chest. [break][break]

"What the fuc—" Dane shoved from the ground and flung himself back on his ass. The exclaim on the air — the voice that tore from his throat — was too high. Too shrill in his surprise. With a bit of effort, he ripped his bewildered gaze from his chest (very much there, unable to be ignored) and raised his head. "Gemma!?"

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okay. uhm, so... you're in my body[break]and i'm in your body. why don't we, like...

Tag: Gemma Gatsby [break]
Sorry this is garbo lmaooooo. The following ones will [break]
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[attr="class","sixShpost"] Gemma was actually more than happy for an excuse to go to the visiting circus. The lights, the music, the attractions. It gave her a little opportunity to feel like a kid again. When her parents would take her and Grace to fairs or carnivals when they were so little they could barely see over the counters on their own two feet. Or when they'd gotten older and she would watch Grace and Dane compete to see who could win the bigger prize. The smell of popcorn and funnel cake filled the air and hung there like a heavy blanket. Gemma had been enjoying spending more time running around playing little games with Dane and even getting on a few rides that looked like they might collapse at any second.[break][break]

She'd been watching some people at the archery booth and it made her fingers itch. Gemma always had sharp eyes. She was a damn good shot whether it was a bow or a gun but she really loved her archery. As she heard her name Gemma turned to see Dane wandering over with two cotton candies. Pink sugar all swirled together like little clouds on sticks reminded her of sticky fingers and childhood squealing laughter. "Dane! They have archery!" She exclaimed excitedly as he came closer. Her feet bouncing slightly back in forth in her excitement. [break][break]

Just after she said it though something felt wrong. Gemma's breath felt trapped in her throat as white hot pain shot directly through her chest. Piercing through her heart down to her finger tips and toes. Her dark eyes widened as everything seemed to stop. There was no more circus music. No more laughter. Not even the smell of funnel cake anymore. The world spun fast and she became aware that she was falling only as her body wobbled and her knees hit the ground. Her heart gave one more painful pound in her chest before everything went black.[break][break]

A moment later, or perhaps hours she couldn't really tell the time, Gemma found herself grounded again. Her eyes fluttered open and her head pounded with a sharp ache. "Dane? Are you okay?" she groaned only to distinctly realize that was her voice that said it. It was much too deep and rumbled in her throat. Gemma blinked in confusion as she forcibly shoved herself up only to look down at her hands and see that the nails were distinctly not painted black with little white and pink ghosts on them. "What the fuck?!" She shot back and her hands immediately flew to her chest which was exceptionally flatter than she was used to. And still the voice wasn't right. [break][break]

"Dane?!" She looked up for him only to find herself looking at...herself?! Her eyes widened as her hands began searching her body more. These hands were far bigger and much rougher. The hair was exceptionally shorter. And there was a distinct feeling between her legs of something Gemma had never experienced in her life. "Nonononononono..." She backed up a bit more until she was able to stand and pat down her body until she found the phone in her pocket. Dane's phone. In his pockets. This was not her cute little black skirt with the black and pink striped leggings and the pink hoodie he'd gotten her for her birthday.

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[Dane Wayland]

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MONDAYS ARE MANIC

wednesdays are wild, and fridays are about to get a little freaky...

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Dane prided himself on being someone who could... typically... take things in stride. Not much surprised him in a big, grounding way. He could laugh off most anything someone had to throw at him. But when he lifted his gaze and found himself looking into a mirror... for a moment, he was only dumbfounded and shocked to silence. Because it wasn't a mirror — it was him, undoubtedly it was him, dark, round eyes as wide as his own currently felt, but his reflection was moving of its own accord, hands flying clutchingly across his body by itself.[break][break]

He squinted, mouth slack, as his doppelganger scrambled to its feet and swayed, muttering a single, despondent 'no', over and over. Then his gaze drew back down himself, still seated with absent grace on the festival's flattened grass. The pink hoodie — 'Virginity Rocks' printed across it in slanted red letters... the black skirt... the leggings he'd thought were so unfair when he and Gemma had first found each other at the festival's gates.[break][break]

Holy shit.[break][break] This was precisely why Hunters existed. It had to be a Gift at play. And who the fuck should have this sort of power? Judging by the reactions of a number of other people around them, going through similar motions (some handling it far more hysterically), Dane quickly surmised whatever had happened to them wasn't targeted.[break][break]

"Gemma?" Dane repeated, recognizing the voice as hers now as it left his lips. His mouth clicked shut and he shoved to his feet, where he immediately began a dizzying sway. "Holy fuck?" His short, child-sized arms shot out on either side of him, attempting to keep himself steady. "What is up with your center of gravity?" He chuckled uncertainly, straightening slowly and quirking a brow as he lifted both hands to feel at his chest. "Is it these?" His brow quirked the slightest bit further and he thinned his lips. Nice. He twisted, craning to get a good look at his (her) butt. "Or is it this?"

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okay. uhm, so... you're in my body[break]and i'm in your body. why don't we, like...

Tag: Gemma Gatsby [break]
Both Dane and I are not ones to take these things seriously RIP ;v; [break]

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In which Gemma realizes just how little she actually is lol

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[attr="class","sixShpost"] Gemma knew there was a gifted at the circus. More than one in fact. The whole Guild had been a buzz with getting Hunters to take down this little group of them that had wandered into the city. Gemma could hear some people around them panicking as they realized they weren't in their bodies. So this had been an accident. But she'd never heard of a Gifted with the ability to just swap peoples bodies before. That kind of power was terrifying. Even to her. But if this many people had been swapped it had to have been someone who was scared. Maybe a child who just didn't know how to control their ability just yet. [break][break]

That train of thought was cut short however, as she caught Dane suddenly grabbing at her chest. Even if it was with her hands it was his intentions. "Stop touching my tits!" She demanded quickly. The way her voice cracked at the panicked and irritated way she said it made Gemma's hand fly over her, Dane's, mouth. She snorted in amusement as it reminded her distinctly of when he was going through puberty. As she tried to take a step forward though Gemma wobbled uncertainly. Why was everything so far away? Looking down at herself now from his perspective felt even weirder. "That's what I look like to you?" [break][break]

Gemma's body looked so tiny. Obviously she knew she was short. Dane, Dino, and Grace had all made that abundantly clear her entire life. But she'd never realized just how ridiculously small she looked from their perspective. "God, no wonder you can't take me seriously when I'm mad at you!" Though as he turned to look at her butt Gemma scrunched her, Dane's, face in displeasure. "Stop checking out my ass!"

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[Dane Wayland]

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MONDAYS ARE MANIC

wednesdays are wild, and fridays are about to get a little freaky...

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At her demand for him to stop touching her... his?... body, Dane's mouth only quirked. It was a strange sensation, too, he noted absently; ignoring her protests completely as he sucked his lips between his teeth and gave a couple testing smacks. After appreciating the taste of her lipgloss, he decided that the strange feeling was simply owed to the fact that her lips were fuller than his. And on a convinced blink, he realized too that he could feel the weight of her eyelashes. It was all so alien and strange. [break][break]

Then she screeched at him, telling him in a far more cracking tone, to stop checking her out, and Dane startled. "Okay!" He ripped his hands from his chest as if slapped and shot her a chastised pout. "Jeez... you know... I could argue that right now these are my tits and my ass." He narrowed his eyes at her... him?... and dropped his shoulders. "I can't believe I actually sound like that." Beyond the irritated reprimand, somehow still sounding very much Gemma even wrapped in the deeper tones of him, his voice was just... a little pitcher than it sounded in his head when he spoke. Gross.[break][break]

He shrugged and stepped to her, lifting a hand to his mouth appraisingly and then immediately snapping it back as he felt his fingers smudge whatever was painted on her lips across her mouth. Ew? Did girls just never touch their faces? He reached out to wipe the collected gloss on his own body's jacket, then brought his hands down to brush off the cotton candy that'd smashed into his chest when he'd fallen. "Gosh, I'm so cute!" He gushed, shoulders bouncing as he danced around himself. He stumbled to a stop and cocked his head, marveling for a quick moment at the feel of long, heavy hair shifting on his shoulders. Was that really what the back of his head looked like? Ugh.[break][break]

He moved back in front of Gemma, sated for the moment, and tried to look serious. Which was difficult, when he immediately planted his fists on his hips and began a couple of squats. Her body was so compact. So low. And everything was so breezy. "Surely this isn't permanent. You think?" He lifted an arm to flex, poking at the muscle of her bicep and nodding approvingly. "I mean... I... think I could probably live with it." He looked back at her, gaze traveling forlornly to his groin. There'd be a few things he'd miss. "But you? Big oof for you."

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okay. uhm, so... you're in my body[break]and i'm in your body. why don't we, like...

Tag: Gemma Gatsby [break]
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[attr="class","sixShpost"] Gemma hated how heavy her arms felt. Hated the restrictive movement of the layers of clothing Dane always wore. Mostly she hated feeling a very particular appendage between her legs. The fact that she was actively conscious about that part of Dane's anatomy made her wonder how he actually focused on literally anything else. "They are most certainly not your tits and ass," she stated firmly. The comment on his voice though made her snort in amusement. There was still very much the valley girl tone to it as she spoke. Which sounded far too weird coming out of Dane's mouth. Her mouth? [break][break]

Though it was far more unnerving watching herself, her body move around. Especially when she felt like she was looking down at herself from the top of a skyscraper. The more she noticed the more she didn't like that this was what Dane saw when he looked at her. He looked like an excited chipmunk running around. Then he was smearing her makeup and Gemma scrunched her - Dane's - nose in irritation. "Can you like, fucking not?" She scolded as he wiped her smeared lip gloss on his jacket. With a huff she crossed her arms over her chest and cocked her hip as she waited. A stance she realized now was something Dane usually only took to tease her when she was being huffy. [break][break]

Once he finally stood back in front of her Gemma quirked one of her, Dane's, dark bushy brows. "Ya done? Got it all out your system?" Though as he suddenly dropped into doing squats her eye twitched in irritation. She was tempted to pick him up and toss him over her shoulder. See how he liked it. Until he brought up the possibility of this little mishap being permanent. "God I really hope not," she groaned as she rubbed her hands over her face. Though these hands were much rougher than her own and felt strange. [break][break]

If the change were permanent that would be weird to explain to Ashley. And would likely throw a wrench in any ideas of some relationship with him. "Nope. Nopenopenopenope, we're finding a way to fix this now," she insisted as she reached down to grab Dane and hoist him over her shoulder. Which, was oddly satisfying.

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MONDAYS ARE MANIC

wednesdays are wild, and fridays are about to get a little freaky...

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Dane smirked as Gemma continued to lament and groan. Seeing his own body poised the way it was — arms crossed over her chest and hip popped out, looking so much like her even as him — was more than amusing. What was less amusing was the ease with which she suddenly lunged forward and upended him over her shoulder. "Hey!" he protested, teeth grinding in his jaw as she straightened heedlessly. Then the disdain smoothed away as his lips spread in a wide, cat-like beam. "Oh! What a strong, strapping young lad you are! Sweeping me off my feet! I'm swooning! I'm —" an eye twitched and he grunted. "But you are really crushing my boobs, fucking Christ!" [break][break]

His face abruptly slacked, mind emptying with a sudden exciting thought. It thundered through his skull. Danced behind his eyes. Made the pain of her bony shoulders jutted in his chest completely inconsequential. As soon as Gemma put him down, he was definitely going to kick her — himself? — straight in the nuts. She'd done it to him numberless times over the years. Sure, he'd mostly deserved it, but still... she had to know what it felt like. Had to. If he got nothing else out of this whole experience, watching her writhe on the ground or throw up would make this whole weird-ass, fucked-up thing worth it. The idea made him want to wriggle free then and there.[break][break]

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"I don't know what you're always bitching about, this is kinda nice." Lifting his head, Dane sipped in a bracing breath and managed to raise his elbows to prop against his own body's shoulder-blades, cradling his face between his palms and glancing at the people freaking out around them. He kicked his feet through the air, trying to look adorable in his knee-highs. "Do you think if we just get far enough away, we'll automatically swap back? Every Gift has a range, yeah?" If it was as easy as leaving the Festival, then it really wasn't a big deal. Let the Sector handle it. Feeling strain in his neck, he dropped his head with a sigh and tried to crane down to reach his own cute butt and give it a testing squeeze. But Gemma's body was too short; her little arms absolutely useless. "Hey, why not be a gentleman and hold me bridal-style you fuckin' brute?"

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okay. uhm, so... you're in my body[break]and i'm in your body. why don't we, like...

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[attr="class","sixShpost"] The quick protest that was made as soon as Gemma picked him up was almost as satisfying as just being able to pick Dane up. It wasn't a feat she'd ever exactly been able to do. Sure she could brace his body against hers and help stumble him out of a bar or use her gift to simply float him in the air and pull him along with her but carrying him over her shoulder like this had never been a possibility. Not only because he was simply far heavier than she was but also because he was a foot a full foot taller than her. [break][break]

Trying to carry him over her shoulder like this before would have just resulted in his feet dragging across the ground and his body hanging half off of her shoulders since hers weren't as broad as his. But being in his body granted Gemma a new uncanny ability she'd never had access to. Even as he started going on about how handsome and strapping his own body was. Before complaining about how her - his - broad bony shoulders were digging into his - her - boobs. "Suck it up, buttercup. You'll be alright," she responded with a quick swat to his butt. An action that would have, and had, landed Dane face first on the ground with the offending hand twisted uncomfortably behind his back until he apologized had the situation been reversed. [break][break]

Walking through the panicked crowd Gemma was still scanning to see if there were anyone that was actually hurt. There had been people on rides after all. People holding children when that switch happened. Had it been everyone? Or was it more of a selective but wide range? She made no comment about how being carried like a sack of potatoes was "kinda nice". She'd found it lost the novelty when there were two brothers who had always seemed all too happy to snatch her up because she was so much smaller than them. Though his question on if they might be able to negate the gift by getting as far away from the carnival as possible made Gemma pause in her tracks.[break][break]

"Would ya look at that. It only took you getting switched to my body to grow a brain," she teased with an amused snort. "I worry about what that says for me in this situation though." She did wonder though if the gift could effect this many people how wide a range it might have. Still, it was worth a shot if nothing else. And she wasn't exactly in the mood to find whatever person did this to everyone. Though his question on why she wasn't carrying him bridal style made Gemma huff as she grabbed him and held him at arms length for a moment like a disgruntled cat. "And when's the last time you held me like a delicate princess?" She asked with a pout. Her brows knit together, her nose slightly wrinkled, and her bottom lip poked out. Gemma put him down then as she looked over the crowd of people and try and find where the closest exit would be.

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[Dane Wayland]

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MONDAYS ARE MANIC

wednesdays are wild, and fridays are about to get a little freaky...

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Gemma was unmoved by his protests and her disregard of them was as fitting in his own, deeper voice as they ever were in her own. She swatted at him and Dane only tried to make himself heavier across her as he sighed and resigned himself to his fate more graciously than she ever would have. [break][break]

She pulled him from over her shoulder to hold him (by the pits, like some discontented cat) in front of her, toes sifting just above the ground. He remained limp, arms dangling and eyes narrowing. She scrunched her face and jutted her bottom lip — 'tsk'ing about how he'd never carried her bridal style. "When would you have let me?" He scoffed in that sugary, too-sweet voice Gemma liked to use when she was toying around. He tipped his chin. "I'm so much cuter when I pout. Hey, bat my lashes — I wanna see." [break][break]

When she dropped him and his feet touched the ground, he gave a small bounce and smoothed down his short little skirt with his adorable and tiny Girl Hands™. "Do you think maybe... a big jolt will switch us back? Like some sort of shock to the system?" He commented with feigned nonchalance as he yanked at his hoodie sleeves and pretended to look himself over again. He was going to be so pissed if that was true — if he struck Gemma down only to be returned to his body so he could roll around and regret it. [break][break]

It would be just his luck. But... ultimately... it was worth the risk. [break][break]

"Maybe... his eye, fleetingly dark with intent, flickered up to watch as she looked around appraisingly. Distracted and unexpecting. Moving quick, Dane snatched at both her wrists and yanked her toward him — simultaneously lifting a knee to rack with unforgivable speed and strength between her legs. He held nothing back. She never had. "Something like that, Gemma?" He cawed a sharp laugh, leaping out of reach in anticipation that she'd buckle forward. "How does that feel, huh?"

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okay. uhm, so... you're in my body[break]and i'm in your body. why don't we, like...

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[attr="class","sixShpost"] "Oh please, I've let you carry me bridal style before," Gemma scoffed with a roll of her eyes. Admittedly those times had been when she was exceedingly drunk and unable to walk on her own, exceptionally tired and had fallen asleep in his arms before he'd even managed to get her to bed, or when she'd been actively on the brink of death. "Maybe if you weren't such a brute and just tossed me over your shoulder all the time I wouldn't be so combative," she huffed using his own wording against him. [break][break]

His comment on him being cuter when pouting made Gemma roll her eyes. Though she refused to give him the satisfaction of even acknowledging his clearly incorrect opinion. However, as she set him back down she barely listened when he talked about some sort of big jolt being able to change them back. That seemed less likely than just getting out of whatever range the Gift had. Though she supposed she couldn't fully discount any decent sounding idea at the moment. [break][break]

"Anh how do you suppose we go about some kind of big jolt?" She wasn't even sure what kind of jolt he was talking about. A punch? An electric shock? Telling a large secret that might just really blow their minds? However, she hardly had time to think about that before she was suddenly grabbed. For a split second Gemma was ready to be punched in the face or the stomach. Deciding if it didn't work she could just return to assault. what she wasn't prepared for though was to suddenly feel a knee in her groin. [break][break]

The pain didn't come right away but the body she was in tensed as if preparing for it anyway. Her breath caught in her throat and everything tensed as she fell to her knees. That very brief second of reprieve didn't last long though before gut wrenching, deep pain blasted through her body. Gemma wasn't even able to speak at first as she let out the air that had been trapped in her throat. Gemma fell over on her side with her hands between her legs as her face twisted in pain. She'd been shot, stabbed, burned, electrocuted, had her throat slit open. Gemma knew what pain was but she'd never experienced something quite like this. She felt sick, tasted bile in the back of her throat as her mind tried to wrap around where the pain started and where it ended. [break][break]

"You motherfucker!" She finally barked out once her mouth remembered how to form words. "Oh my god I'm gonna kill you!" Gemma rolled onto her back with her knees pulled together and her eyes still squeezed shut in pain. "Just you wait until you're back in this body." Perhaps she would have learned just how badly doing this hurt him and decide to maybe not do it again. That didn't seem the case however as she still moaned and whimpered in pain. "I'm gonna throw up," she whimpered. Even as it seemed the pain was starting to reside there was still a painful throb of hollow pain and discomfort. "I'm making sure the Wayland bloodline ends with you."

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The breath hitched in her throat and then left her body in a pained whoosh. Her knees struck the dirt, she rolled on her side, and Dane couldn't remember the last time something had felt so fucking satisfying. He cackled gleefully and bounced on his toes as he watched her roll around, groaning and clutching. The sight of it, despite the fact it was his own body there on the ground, made him soar. Even then, when she recovered enough to spit her vehement threats, he couldn't completely repress the twist of sympathy that pulled at his face. What man could? [break][break]

The look wiped away entirely when she whimpered that she was going to throw up. Eyes widening with pleasured awe, Dane dropped his shoulders and tipped his head; entire body seeming to slacken at the idea as he bent at the knees and crooned, "Please do, oh my God, please please throw up." Nothing would get better than that. Nothing. He wasn't even the least bit fazed when she promised retribution (which he knew very well she'd make good on). [break][break]

"Aw... humming contentedly, Dane stepped back to crouch beside her. He pouted his lips and batted his lashes. "Suck it up, buttercup. You'll be alright." As if echoing her own words to him weren't enough, he reached out to ruffle at her hair — scattering the rich brown bangs loosely across her forehead. It was just what she'd do to him in the same situation. "It'll pass eventually, champ." He quirked a brow as he straightened and offered a hand to help her up. "I'd like to think this will give you some sympathy for the future. But I know it won't. Come on, up you go."

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[attr="class","sixShpost"] Gemma pried her eyes open enough to see the absolute shit eating grin that was so clearly Dane staring back at her. "I fucking hate you so much," she groaned as she waited for her muscles to untense so she could move again. His crooning, begging her to throw up made Gemma glare daggers up at him. She wanted to badly to wipe that smirk off of his face. But it was her own face that she was looking at and she wasn't as willing to give herself a black eye or injury as he was. For a moment the only thing that helped ease her mind was imagining just how she would get back at him. [break][break]

As he spat her words back at her and ruffled her hair Gemma swatted at his hand as her face shifted from the twist of pain to a snarl. Once he offered her a hand up there was one way she thought to start her righteous retribution. She took his offered hand and slowly, gingerly pulled herself up from the ground. But she stopped once she was on her feet again with a look of confusing. "Oh you've got to be shitting me," she muttered to herself as she stared down at their clasped hands. There was no sign of her gift. No shift in her center of gravity. No familiar rush of energy from her core to the tips of her fingers. No familiar click in her mind of that silent activation. [break][break]

"Did they take my Gift too?" On second thought Gemma might be more willing to track someone down if her powers were suddenly gone. At first she felt a rush of anger until she thought of something. "How does your Gift work?" She asked as she turned her eyes back to Dane's. "How do you...summon things?" Gemma knew a little of how his power worked. At least enough to know it wasn't like Grace's. He wasn't just pulling random animals out of some sort pocket dimension he had. He made them. But that was the extent of what she knew.

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Gemma took the hand he held out to her and, as she started to lever herself to her feet, Dane had to recenter and plant himself firmer; not quite accustomed to hauling up someone larger and heavier than his current (itty-bitty, gremlin) body. He snorted at her intentionally ginger movements and poked out his bottom lip with pretended sympathy. "Feeling a bit tender, are we?" [break][break]

Ugh, he was never going to forget this moment. [break][break]

At her affronted mutter about her Gift, his eyes narrowed and he slipped his hand from hers, immediately reaching for that comforting and reliable reserve of warmth in his palms. Nothing happened. Probably because they weren't "his" palms. He flexed his fingers and scoffed when she questioned how his Gift worked, eyes fluttering with a brief flicker of sarcastic disdain. "With twenty plus years of practice is how it fucking works," he snorted, stifling the urge to roll his shoulders defensively. [break][break]

First, it'd been Nick — borrowing his power and making something actually semi-decent, first try. Now Gemma thought she might be able to make a beast, too? Just like that? He knew he made it look easy most of the time but... pah. It was almost a slight.[break][break]

His gaze traveled slowly back to his own (current) hands, with their slim fingers and long, decorative nails. He turned them curiously under his inspection. That would mean he had Gemma's gift. A dozen new ideas of payback and retribution flashed through his mind — of sending her sailing through the air, abandoning her in a tree, or shrinking her teeny-tiny enough to trap in his hands. [break][break]

Hmm. Even if he could figure out how to work it, he supposed it was risky. He wouldn't be used to controlling it. And... not wanting to accidentally crush his own body into a pretty pulp against the earth or send it floating into the sky without knowing how to bring it (safely) back down... he should probably be a little less gung-ho. It wasn't just another kick to the tendies. [break][break]

But then, they'd already clasped hands, hadn't they? He was well aware that Gemma's gift didn't require any more contact after that to activate. Maybe he should just try not to think about it at all. [break][break]

Dane tipped his head and let the creeping disdain seep from him in one fell swoop. He looked back up at her and reached out to reclaim her hand, before turning and starting them once more toward the festival's entrance. "If you're wanting to try it out, probably best we get somewhere a little less populated first." In any case, they still wanted to be gone before the Sector came barreling in. [break][break]

"How does yours work?" He asked, casting her an abruptly sober and cautious glance. "I don't want to end up maiming either of us without even trying. And as much as I kid about being okay with this new bod, I'd prefer to get mine back... ideally in one piece." Especially now that he knew he was without his summoning. Sure, Gemma's abilities were powerful but... his Gift was his. [break][break]

Dane's lips quirked faintly; a bit of careless amusement swinging back in place. "What a waste of a handsome face it'd be, if I accidentally sent you floating to the moon." And, with his luck, they'd body-switch again before he died.

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okay. uhm, so... you're in my body[break]and i'm in your body. why don't we, like...

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[attr="class","sixShpost"] Images of shrinking Dane down and squishing him like an ant or crushing him under the weight of his own audacity. Or his ego. Whichever was heavier. His ego probably. As he gave her that mock pout of sympathy she was met with another rush to hit him so hard that lip swelled up and stayed poked out. But those were her perfect, pretty lips she had to remind herself. "Go fuck yourself," she grumbled before she thought of what that might entail and shuddered. "Wait, no don't."[break][break]

As he seemed to get snippy at her questioning his power Gemma rolled her eyes. "Don't get my panties in a twist you big baby," she huffed back as she palmed his head in her hand. Though realizing his could practically palm her hand like a ball it was both satisfying and equally annoying. "I'm trying to see if this swap made us switch gifts too or just took them entirely." She gave his head a small shove before trying to adjust to the uncomfortable, dull throbbing between her legs. "How long does this last?"[break][break]

Gemma didn't think she'd be able to actually make something. She doubted that she could just imagine something and have it suddenly appear. Given all the anatomy study she'd seen Dane take a shine to over the years she assumed his gift had something to do with it. And she hadn't exactly had to worry about that sort of thing with her own powers. Though the idea of Dane with her gift was even more terrifying. [break][break]

Forming some kind of abomination blob (if she could form anything at all) was one thing. She knew from personal experience how unpredictable her own gift could be when you weren't practiced with it. Even now after years of practicing and learning to control it sometimes her own emotions could make things get out of hand. And Gemma had no desires to suddenly floating out of orbit or being crushed into a pulp. Would he be in her body permanently then? That thought was almost more terrifying than being crushed to death. [break][break]

Getting out of the general population was at least a good idea. The Sector was probably already blowing up about the whole incident and would be swarming the place soon. Not to mention other Hunters looking to track down whoever it was that caused this. "Don't move so quick though," she grumbled as she shifted uncomfortably in her walking. "I don't like being this aware of your dick. How do you even function like this?" [break][break]

As he returned the question on how her own gift worked Gemma huffed a quick laugh at him. "With twenty plus years of practice," she spat back the words at him mockingly. After a moment though she offered him a cheeky little grin. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," she offered in a teasing purr with a snicker. "I wonder if make me float too far up if we'll switch before you come crashing back down." She moved with him through the crowd of still panicked people, though now her mind was more concerned with making sure she still did in fact have her gift when she returned to her body.

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