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Gods. Hazette wasn't sure if that was actually Hazel, or if it was Hazel's emotions being channeled into the absolute anger engrained into that tiny body, but those were some choice words. Much more tame than what she would have said, but choice nonetheless. Fuck, had she tainted this poor...

Holy shit. Holy shit. The bullet hit him. It hit the Espeon. No, no, no, no, no. How many people am I going to fucking shoot? No, no, no... But, it wasn't her. Hazel was the one who'd taken the shot, so really-- No. It was her gun. Her body. Her muscle memory. She would not, under any...

Another shaky exhale, and she forced herself to nod some more. "Like I said. Y...your heart was in the right place. You just need to be careful." She was ready to go. She needed to lay down.

Odette began shaking her head. "D...did you think that was a tranq?" She exhaled shakily. "N-no. You didn't do anything wrong. Your heart was in the right place, I know what you wanted t do." Her words were firing out as fast as the bullet that had just been shot. "It-it...my fault. It's my...

Hazette shrugged her big shoulders. "It's not for everyone. My boyfriend falls asleep during ballet recitals, so I get it." Now it seemed that among all of this swapping bullshit, the psychotic Wes swapped into an Espeon. And was causing problems. Again. As an Espeon. Carrying a knife...

Hazette began to clap her hands...or she supposed talons together. "That was actually very good for your first try and no instruction," she praised. "I'm very proud of you. You're quite good at this. Was there any particular move that you've seen before that you would like to try?"

Hazel's giggle made her giggle. "I promise, it's part of it. The move you would do with that is to start standing up, then slide your legs out until you fell into that split. Like I said, very fun." She thought for a bit. "Or, you could do a grand jete. Not the same movement, but it's a kind of...

Now Hazette simply looked...proud. She'd never considered taking up dance instruction; she had far too little patience for it. She could barely handle herself when she kept fucking up her own moves, but imagine if it were somebody else? No thanks. Anger issues and teaching did not mix well...

She nodded in approval as she watched Hazette execute the movement. “I would hope it does,” she said. “I’ve been dancing for a long time. Now try third position. You’re gonna step that right in front of the left now. Just slightly. Toes are going to stay pointed. Then, keep your right arm...

Thank gods, she seemed to understand. Odette nodded happily, though she kept her movements small to assure the helmet didn't cause additional problems. "Well, let's start with basics," she said. "You'd want to learn positions. Stand straight and put your heels together. Make sure your toes are...

In some sense, she tried to urge this new form to smile. However possible. She wasn't even sure if she figured out where the lips were. "Yeah," she agreed, hoping Hazel would understand so she didn't have to type it out. "Sometimes it's okay to let it all out. I would know." It was true, this...

Gods, if Odette had access to her fucking fists right now… Tap, tap, tap.

Odette could hear the anger in Hazel's words--her own voice. Of course that would manage to shine through, even with an entirely different speech pattern. She tapped away at her phone screen, before shoving it back toward him. On instinct, she stepped in front of Hazel, as herself, protectively.

Odette felt a hand press against her neck, and it was only then that she realized just how heavy the thing really felt. Then the voice she heard was...her own. Wide-eyed, she turned her big, weighted head around to see herself, cringing as the helmet put more pressure on her neck as she moved...

[[Forgoing emotes until swap ends so nobody gets confused]] Odette could feel it. She was close. She was so close. She was within herself, and then she wasn't...and then... She felt a change. A shift. Her form felt...different. Heavier. Taller? Taller. Wait... No. This couldn't have been...

She nodded once. "Of course, I understand that," she said. No mythic or legendary was capable of everything; not even Arceus as far as she knew. "But it's worth a sh--" "̴̧͖̣͎̣̠͎̤̳̟̳͓̥̮̠́̔̊̑̎̀̾̅̋͑̚̕N̷̮̈́͂͗͒̒͒̚O̸̢̻͚͇̥͙̰͆̍̅͊̉̈́̇͆͆͘̚͜͝.̸̡̢̖̟̩͓̗̫̮̪͔̩͍̎͋̒̇̓͐"̸̢̮͔̣̝̹͉͇̙̱̟̇͝ͅͅ Odette flinched at...

Odette felt her phone buzz, and glanced down to see a text from Gladion. She looked in his direction, before stepping forward to greet Manaphy. Everyone else had seem so taken aback by its arrival, but…she supposed she was a little desensitized to the presence of legends and mythics. She turned...

Odile momentarily stopped thrashing. Being that she was covered by the jacket, nobody could see the confused face she was making. She knew she was making it though. “̸W̸h̷y̵ ̷w̴o̷u̵l̷d̷n̶’̸t̴ ̵y̸o̶u̸ ̶b̷e̵ ̵y̷o̸u̷r̷ ̷o̶w̸n̴ ̶w̴o̷m̶a̶n̵?̶ ̸D̶i̶d̵ ̷y̴o̵u̴ ̵b̵e̸l̸o̷n̶g̵ ̷t̴o̶ ̴s̸o̵m̵e̷b̶o̵d̶y̸...

“̷O̵h̵ ̶n̶o̷w̷ ̴y̵o̶u̵’̴r̷e̷ ̴d̵o̷i̶n̸g̴ ̵i̵t̶ ̶o̷n̷ ̵p̸u̵r̵p̶o̵s̶e̶ ̴b̶e̶c̴a̷u̸s̵e̷ ̴I̷ ̶m̵a̸d̷e̵ ̸y̸o̴u̷ ̷u̴p̷s̴e̷t̵.̸ ̸T̴h̸a̵t̷’̴s̸ ̸n̶i̷c̸e̷,̴”̵ Odile said in a monotone. “̵W̴h̸a̴t̶’̸s̵ ̷n̵e̴x̸t̶,̵ ̸a̸r̴e̶ ̴y̷o̵u̵ ̸g̸o̴i̶n̴g̷ ̶t̷o̵ ̵r̴e̶c̶i̷t̷e̸ ̶a̵ ̶s̷o̵n̵n̴e̸t̵ ̶t̴o̴ ̴m̵e̴?̸ ̵I̶...

[[On mobile, no emotes]] Enora, ever the polite social Butterfree, was first to turn around, eyeing Violet and this other Hazel. A lot of Hazels. But at least they were completely different species, so it would be easy to tell the two apart. “Pleased to meet your acquaintance. I am Enora, and...