thestormishere | ☈ strike #03 (voice / action)

[ It may be snowing and looking like a good day to just take it easy, but life for this particular Luceti resident is... by no means very peaceful right now. There's a dull fwump as a journal falls open onto the ground with something heavy on top of it... and a moment later the sound of a horrified shriek and panicked panting pierces the air as someone scrambles to their feet up and off of it.

Unfortunately, the journal's view remains fixed on nothing more than the sky for several minutes, white flakes slowly falling onto the open pages, but then finally, lured in by the sound of voices, a rather alarmed-looking face sporting strikingly blue eyes and severely-mussed black hair appears. ]

Hello? Help! Wh-what's going on?

[ And anyone who's out in the snow right now might notice a particularly distressed and cold young man holding his journal close to his chest as he peers around him. He doesn't look like a New Feather, but he also seems... rather lost.

That would be because not only is Lightning Farron suddenly quite a bit younger, but she also happens to be in

wingenvy's full grown and very male body right now. Oops.

FFXIII spoilers only if you happen not to know Lightning's real name, which... isn't even plot-important anyway. Replies with

notfairron. ]

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[...Oh, boy. It's hard enough when it's just Zack pouting over some disappointment; knowing this is really a little girl who's got good reason to be upset...ouch.]

A fal'Cie...? It can be fixed, it just takes time. I promise, you're not going to be like this long. And there's a place you can stay in the meantime--it could be like a little vacation! [Maybe a little too chipper for the situation, but he wants to convince her it'll be fine.]

[ A long pause as she takes that in, her head down. After a few moments though, her brows draw together and she glances up, an appraising look in place. ]

Are you a soldier, or...?

[ Hmm... no, they usually have a certain look about them, as far as she knows. ]

A scientist?

[The faintly offended look at that second suggestion will probably tell Claire: no, Aerith's not a scientist. That, and she doesn't like them much.]

Ah...? Well, hmmm... [What should he say here.] I'm not either of those, but there are scientists involved. ...Actually, there's a soldier involved in this, too. You've got his body right now.

[ Wait wait wait WHAT. She didn't even consider something like that...! She looks down at those hands- come to think of it, they're callused, like they'd been using a weapon regularly. She hadn't noticed before now. ]

His body? That's...

[ Weird. Impossible. Crazy. All of the above. ]

So what? They just-- switched my brain with someone else's? A soldier's?

...That's about what they did, yeah. [He toys with the collar of his shirt, since he's thinking "oh, and they also de-aged you over ten years" and that isn't "just" switched, whoops.] And they'll switch you guys back. They know how to do it, so... I know it seems pretty bad right now, but it's not going to stay that way.

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