nepleutpas | ( musebox ) body swap

[ She'd woken up in her own little cottage. Everything had been fine. Until...

Nope. Nope. This isn't her body. Not even relatively close. Her clothes don't even fit...

Cue panicking. Panicking and--

... Has the rest of the world stopped? Because that's what it feels like right now. She's somehow found herself outside the cottage, and nobody is moving. She reaches out to touch someone nearby, and... nothing.

She's running through the village with nothing but a pair of boxers, wrapping a gigantic, red cloak around herself for warmth. Center City is strangely quiet and still as well.

That is, until she stops running.

In the middle of the street.

Suddenly, noises everywhere. She reaches up to cover her ears as a car swerves around her, honking loudly at her.

This isn't happening. Someone wake her up from this horrible dream. ]

[It's the honking that makes his head swivel, and sends dark curls flying. The sight of the man standing, red cloth draped all around him, is enough to prompt legs into a run.

But it's a slow run, hampered by short legs and muscles unused to sprinting and no superspeed whatsoever - and he almost trips once on pants that are three sizes too big on this body - and another car's gone swerving around the man before Barry makes it to his destination, one slender arm reaching out to grab at the man's arm and tug him towards the sidewalk - and safety.]

Are you okay?

[It's strange to have to look up to meet those eyes, and stranger still to hear such a high-pitched voice coming from him.]

[ Despite her newly developed abilities, this seemed to move in slow motion. It was like staring into a mirror.

Except... she was there. Standing in front of her. Asking if she was okay.

Stunned, Morgana reaches out to touch the woman's -- hers? -- face. It felt real. But how could this be? Who was this woman? ]

[Barry's slightly less dumbfounded than Morgana, if only because weird stuff happening seems to be a staple for Justice League members. Still, it's positively bizarre seeing his hand reaching out towards him, the shock written all over his face - is that really what he looks like? - at this turn of events.

Her reaction is almost a mirror of their first meeting, and it's enough for him to let out a laugh, except in this case it comes out more a giggle.]

It must be very weird seeing yourself not in a mirror. I promise we'll get this sorted out soon. [First things first though.] We should find somewhere safe though. My apartment's nearby, if you want to go there.

[ She'd never seen The Flash without his suit, and had no way of knowing that this was the same man, and her experiences with his speed had been vastly different when she had just been a passenger. Time had sped up during their first meeting, but now it felt as though time was slowing down.

A slow nod. ]

Going inside may be best.

[ A step forward. And suddenly, she's lost him. Cursing silently, she quickly backtracks to where he stood, frozen. She reaches out from behind, and wills herself to stop. ]

I... I'm sorry. I don't...

[ There's no way to explain this. ]

[One second he's here and the next he's gone and Barry only has a fleeting second to wonder - is this really what it's like for everyone else? - before he's back, or more accurately, she's back. It seems all too quick, and he's barely had a chance to blink.

Still, he smiles, reaches out a hand to grasp hers. The touch is meant more as an anchor, an attempt to prevent her from accidentally bolting off again, but he can't deny that it feels nice.]

It's okay. It takes some getting used to. The first day I had it, I ran past the taxi I was trying to catch before I even realized.

[The anecdote is meant to be comforting, a balm to her clearly frazzled nerves.]

Hopefully you won't have to deal with it for more than a few days though.

[ So this really is his body. It makes sense, but she has long given up on things making sense around here.

Still, the confirmation comes as a relief. Though the rest of his anecdote had gone way over her head, she understands the meaning, and the purpose. ]

We'd best be on our way, then. Before I lose you completely.

Now that's not something I'm used to hearing.

[But he makes quick work all the same, leading them in as brisk a fashion as he can manage. It's a journey made more difficult by his clothing - a pair of pants three sizes too big and with the bottoms rolled up four times, all held together by a sash around the waist.

Still, they make it into his building and up the stairs, whereupon he unlocks the door to his apartment and leads her inside.]

Feel free to have a seat anywhere.

[ After the day she's had, the trip down the block and up a few stairs seemed to take forever. Thankfully, it's a lot warmer inside. Her cape is thick, but not thick enough to keep her from freezing her balls (literally) off, considering what little she had on underneath it.

Wrapping the cape tighter around herself, she eagerly takes a seat. Not moving is likely the best course of action in this case... ]

I don't think I ever caught your name... I'm Morgana.

( musebox ) body swap

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screech I'm sorry I'm so late

dat barry allen... always so late >8( also icons... barry you should smile more

HE SMILES IN THE REBOOT i just hate mixing canons don't judge. but bolthead@ij has more icons

nah, I understand the pain