Set Sail

I swear to Drunk I’m God. (Closed)

baugris:

Logical processing faltered as thoughts grew to contradict each other as confusion took hold. Diana found herself simply holding on tightly against her body as the world started to spin in dizzying colors.

“Sch-witshed bodiesh?” The question posed was as coherent as Diana could make it as she struggled to stand up. Hands gripping tightly around her waist, she slowly dragged herself up until, she stood unsteadily hugging her old body.

“Tha-sh okay, I kind of like-sh you anywaysh, sho thash alright.”

She couldn’t help but smile and raise a brow as she looked at her own body clinging to her. Even as a drunkard mess, she still looked good. She felt like a rare opportunity was slipping through her fingers. Sigh, well she’d gotten one thing she wanted; a drunk warrior queen.

Is this how she’d ended up on all her failed attempts so far? She was getting an odd sense of deja vu. With no effort whatsoever, she scooped up the her-Diana into her arms.

“Only kind of, hm? And here I thought we had something special.” She looked around the room, she knew what the responsible thing to do was. “How many fingers am I holding up?” She wasn’t holding any.

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I swear to Drunk I’m God. (Closed)

baugris:

Confused and more than a little dazed, she reached up and waved only to find Rider waving back. How… funny.

A grin reached across her features as she turned towards her companion. “That… Thatsch a good trick.” The words came out slurred and Diana felt just like putty in her own grip.

“How did you do it? Wave and have me…” Diana cut off at this point as she stared into her own eyes. Hands reached up quickly enough to ensure that she was not mistaken, to grasp her own pulchrous features.

“…”

Her brain tried to make sense of these happenings and could not process this change.

“Sho… How did you do thish?”

It was a slightly strange sensation, to watch yourself reach up and grasp your face- her face. Okay, to watch someone else in your body reach up and grasp their own face which had you inside it. Rider shook the dead end train of thought out of her mind, that wasn’t going anywhere.

“This ain’t me, sweetheart, and I’m guessing it ain’t you either.”

“Quit grinning at me like that, this ain’t a trick! Something’s going down and it looks like we’ve switched bodies.” God, the one time, the one time she was going to get Diana wrecked and this happened. Drunk was not the state she needed her in now. Yet, she mused to herself, she probably wouldn’t even be drunk if it wasn’t for this.

She made another mental note to reprimand Diana for her cheating body later.

“Can you stand? Probably shouldn’t stick around here too long.” Honestly, she wasn’t really afraid of anything happening to her body that it hadn’t seen already, but you should never underestimate a drunk person, especially on their first time.

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murivu:

He was truly enjoying his drink, but what provided to be more of an entertainment was how she’d often curve the line on her lips. Not to mention, the suggestion given made him twitch in delight. Such a job was something he would thoroughly enjoy, he could only imagine. Bringing his glass up once more, her words halted his hand.

Lancer’s eyebrows raised, if only to repeat what she had just said in his own head. Lightly dropping the glass, his eyebrows furrowed in thought. A master that was holy, not to mention… tall. He’d rather not assume they have the same person in mind, but such a thought was hard to avoid. “I’ve seen other Servants too,” The Irish returned in kind, barely smiling. “Dunno who yer’ talkin’ ‘bout but… I could be just ta’ man yer’ lookin’ for.”

He didn’t know what she was talking about, or so he said. The changes in his features were almost imperceptible, like he was inwardly recalling something that had slipped from his mind. Whatever- if anything- it was, he wasn’t following it up, and she wasn’t going to press.

“S’probably just something I read about, no big deal.”

Her eyes flashed as he continued. She could work with a bit of intrigue. She raised her glass to her lips one more time and set it down on the bar a few seconds later, empty.

“You look like a fast one.” She leaned a little closer. “So, you ever notice how much effort they put into making this place feel perfectly authentic? It may be artificial but they don’t skip the smallest detail. The city even gets most of its trade shipped in, and I think there’s an aspect of the experience they’re missing out on.”

I swear to Drunk I’m God. (Closed)

baugris:

Diana was teetering on the edge of consciousness and the last drink he consumed was certainly pushing further and further into sleep. And then she heard her voice coming out before her.

Lifting her head, she sure was surprised to find herself staring at herself frantically trying to rouse herself. She hiccuped as she fell into her embrace, not even noticing that her boots had grown loose around her leg and the crown which she wore so proudly was now shifting atop her head.

“Yesh. He– He killed her at my wedding.”

Another hiccup.

“What-sh wrong? What-sh the problem?” She finally asked watching herself freak out.

Drake however knew exactly why her clothes were suddenly feeling much tighter, uncomfortably so. But was the reason really happening? She’d heard plenty of tales of the sudden and unexpected incidents the city could experience, yet this was the first she was witnessing.

A far great realisation hit her; this is why she’d always been losing! Diana couldn’t even get drunk! The effects the alcohol had been having had reversed on her, and now she could see what she’d likely looked like most of those nights. Admittedly, still pretty good. She made a mental note to ask diana for her outfit sometime.

Thank god her coat was long, as her vest hadn’t kept up with the sudden change in height.

“Are you kidding lass? Shape up!” She found it was with incredible ease she could hoist up the her-diana and turn her to face the mirror, side by side.

“Something wrong with this picture? Wave your hand, I’ll keep mine still.”

Speaking of arms though; she felt strong, really strong. She took a moment to throw a glance around the room before turning back to the mirror.

“That’s plenty kinds of awful sugar, and you’re going to tell me all about it. But something is going on. You’re drunk by the way.”

I swear to Drunk I’m God. (Closed)

baugris:

Diana’s groans escaped her lips as the Warrior Queen dragged herself back up. Something had gone wrong, something was weird and as strands of pink hair dangled in front of her vision Diana wondered if she hadn’t been drugged.

“It’s a complicated tale. Csh-ertainly I had been grateful, it wash… I had– We were meant for marriage and… And then he killsh my mother.” If she had been more aware, Diana would have noticed all the different signs of change wracking through her body. As the scar spread across her face, Diana collapsed once more onto the table.

“I hate-sh him.”

Yes, something was wrong. She frowned, why was she so sober? This wasn’t right. They’d been drinking for a while now... Yet Diana seemed like not only was she getting drunk (the only time she’d been able to confirm this so far), but she was getting smashed.

Being as painfully lucid as she was, the slow change in hair colour from a shiny black to a bright pink was unmistakable, and she was getting... Shorter? That couldn’t be right; the woman was like an oak. Then, her face... That scar.

It was her scar. Diana was... She was her?

Maybe she was getting drunk. A special kind of drunk where she was literally beside herself. The answer had to be at the bottom of the glass. A swift draining later and she was displeased to find she felt exactly the same. She turned over the glass in her hand and almost dropped it in surprise. She rose from her seat instantly, looking towards the mirrored wall of the room and sure enough, she was greeted by Diana.

“What the fuck!”

“Wait- killed your mother? Who the- Ah, Diana! Are you seeing this?!” She waved her hands in a frantic attempt to gesture at the two of them.

I swear to Drunk I’m God. (Closed)

#baugris #extreme perception

baugris:

If Diana had noticed the look in her eyes, she might have been angered. Though the Queen was entirely more focused on keeping her eyes looking steadily at her partner’s breast?

How odd. Yet Diana did not ponder the thought any longer as she realized she had been addressed.

Eyes shifting back up as she slowly made an attempt to sit straight, finding that even despite having corrected her posture, her line of sight rose no higher.

A frown graced her brow, though Diana pressed onwards with her tale.

“It was. Well, I was falling for a long long time and… and the worst most horrible person saved my life.” As her brow creased further, Diana reached forth to grab at the glass again and tilted her head back in one fluid motion as she let the alcohol burn a path straight down.

Her finely honed and pirate senses- crafted upon years of the voyage and living a lifetime of the unexpected- were telling her that something was afoot. Or maybe it wasn’t. Was she on a really low seat or something? Maybe the drink is just destroying her posture. Good, yes.

“Whoa there lass, are you sure you can handle tanking that?” She grinned.

“You might wanna slow down, if you can’t handle it.” She knew what she was doing. “The most horrible person, eh? Surely they’re a might less horrible after such? I should say I owe them for this.”

sabelvonschwarz:

Rowdy or not, Rider was still a woman. And such close contact disregarding personal space and complimenting his looks from one like her had enough power in it to paint the tall man’s cheeks with a light tone of red.

Of course however, he ignored the reactions of his body and kept his posture.

“ Yes, I grasped that the first time around. You can still call me Saber in return then. “ He replied to her. She seemed insist that he would have to address her. Maybe she suffered from sever short-term memory. Siegfried was not one to blame those with handicaps.

Drinking? He pondered in silence. Long has it been since he indulged into such things. “ Ale works fine. “

Evidence of a beating heart on his face only strengthened her grin, but her eyebrows arched for half a moment as he spoke.

“You don’t say? Hmm, I hope that doesn’t turn out to be anything.” She waved it off in almost an instant.

“I take it you don’t do a lot of drinking around here? I know a great place for ales if draught is what you like. Not exactly the party scene I was thinking of when I noticed this” She gestured towards the glow on his chest as they walked. Pointing up to her own face she spoke “You tell me yours~”

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I swear to Drunk I’m God. (Closed)

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baugris:

She accepted the drink again and tilted her head back as she poured it down her throat. She didn’t even realize that she had dropped the glass but when Diana found her head inching ever closer to the surface of the table, she had to jolt herself away.

“A-as I was saying. When I– I was young, I… There was a boat and I was thinking of wanting to explore the outside world but well, when I was on the boat I didn’t manage to get very far.”

As her eyes wandered back to her glass, she found it once again filled to the brim, and as she reached towards it Diana stopped. Her had dropped down against the table as she fixed her eyes upon Rider.

“There was this great Kraken that burst from the sea and slammed my small– sailboat to pieces and I fell down and down…. and down into the ocean.”

Dear god; was this it? Was this actually happening? Had she finally worn down her resistances? Against the iron woman it felt almost too good to be true. Drake scrutinised her companion carefully, but she couldn’t keep the smile off her face.

Of course, there was the possibility she was just trying to lure her into a false sense of security- no. She could see it in her eyes. This was really happening. And she felt fine, better than fine. Better than any day she’d spent here so far.

“You know I’d almost pegged you for a sailor.”

Rider’s eyes widened ever so slightly as she dropped her hand suddenly onto the table, and she had to fight the laugh away from her lips.

“A kraken, huh? That’s no small terror. And how did you make it out of such a predicament, your highness?”

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“You’ve seen some harsh times lad, yet you’re still determined. I like that.”

“I also like the look in your eye when you’re checking me out.”

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