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BODYSWAP MEME

1. Post with your character, name and fandom in the subject.
2. Someone else replies to your character.
3. They are now in each other's bodies.
4. Have fun~

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Han glowers in a way that Aphra would have recognized as Han's even with it coming from her own face. He was only a couple of heartbeats behind her, in terms of understanding what was going on, but he already hated that he wasn't handling it as well.

Then again, she was clearly getting the better exchange in this deal.

"You were standing too close to that thing when it went off."

Han pushed himself up onto his side for a moment, gathered his energy and then, drove this sore and unfamiliar body up onto it's feet. He payed particular notice to where his center of balance was now (lower, more in the hips than in the chest) and how strong Aphra's muscles seemed to be (more than he expected).

"Yeah, cause I was trying to get a good look at it!"

She started to pocket the crystal and put it her bag before realizing that Han Solo wouldn't have her bag. Or well, he would now, but his body wouldn't.

So she approached him, giving her body a look over as she opened up the bag on what should be her shoulders. The crystal plopped to the bottom, but it didn't seem like it was going to do anything soon.

"Don't get any ideas of running off with my body, alright? You wouldn't be able to make it as me anyways."

While she didn't mind the situation for now, Chelli Lona Aphra was the one with the doctorate which meant Aphra's face was the one that could sell all this off with her accreditation.

Han watched it fall into the bag. No. It definitely didn't appear like it was going to go off again anytime soon, which was not a thought he was pleased by. He'd been in charge of Aphra's body for ... what? A matter of minutes? He already wanted to be himself again.

"I certainly wouldn't try flying like this. Your reflexes seem awfully slow."

It wasn't particularly a slam on Aphra. When it came to his ability to react there weren't all that many that could keep up -- a fact that had been noted time and time again by his commanding officers during his academy days.

"I wouldn't worry about that," she says with an annoyingly familiar grin.

Usually, she'd have argued with him, but now... she seemed strangely fine with his not particularly a slam slam. Whatever could she have up her sleeve?

Aphra brushed back her hair, then straightened up the jacket she was now wearing.

"Obviously I'll be flying. I mean, I'm Han Solo, after all. Best damn pilot in the galaxy."

Probably the first and last time she'll say that about him.

It was both annoying and familiar. There was no way his confident grin looked like that when he was flashing it, though. It couldn’t have. It looked so ... obnoxious and people didn’t think he was that. Obviously. He had lots of friends!

“You are not Han Solo.” Han in Aphra’s body huffed. “You couldn’t be me on your best day, even with my ... body.”

With that, Han closed his eyes and drew himself up to the full height of Chelli’s body. There wasn’t much point in being miserable . It was gonna wear off or they were gonna change back somehow — because it had to — and then everything was going to go back to normal. And he was never, ever going to let her convince him that they ought to work together again.

With that mental peptalk over, he starts rummaging through the things Aphra was carrying before their bodies got switched. She was full of sneaky surprises so he didn’t doubt she was carrying at least one hidden weapon. Probably an explosive one, knowing her ...

Edited 2018-09-23 19:27 (UTC)

"But I get to fly, right? Riiiiiight?"

She made Han sound like a kid begging to stay up late. Admittedly, she might be playing it up a little so they could both hear what his voice sounded like doing this. Her review was that it was very funny and yet a very accurate portrayal of his true personality.

But as she noticed him going through her stuff, she quickly dropped any hint of playfulness.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Han glared daggers at Aphra. He definitely did not sound like that and besides, he hadn’t had to ask for permission to do anything since his days as a White Worm and even then ... not very often.

“I’m trying to make sure there’s nothing freaky or anything that can blow me up in this bag.”

Who knew what a double crossing ‘archeologist’ carried around in a satchel?

Edited 2018-10-05 16:01 (UTC)

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