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They'd raced through the dungeon, Kuronue taking the West end, Kurama the East, and by the time they met up again, every water pipe in the place was glowing a different color. Some were even alight with colors that didn't even exist, or sparkled and dripped in disconcerting ways.

"Excellent," Kurama grinned, shoving his wand back into its holster. "I wonder what'll happen once the sprinklers go on in the greenhouses."

There was a long pause of contemplation.

"I think you might wanna take a day or two off work," Kuronue said, catching a distant tinkle of glass as something in that general area broke. Or, broke free.

"D'you think we might not have planned this out too carefully?" Kurama asked.

Another long pause.

“Still, you know... No need to get tentacle raped or something.” Kuronue looked oddly pleased at the possibility of such happening however. Especially since he knew it was possible.

Well, it was Kurama.

((OOC - Kuro socking done with mun approval. Basic chocolate plot rules apply, all the water in the school is magicked, cursed, charmed, and so forth, all with different effects up to the mun. Have fun!))

Date: 2010-12-21 09:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] herlivinglegacy.livejournal.com
Sephiroth was beginning to understand the utter strangeness of the school. As well as closets that spat clothes out at him and elves that gave him cold looks when he declined their sweets and insistences that he needed to get out of his room more, Sephiroth had come to expect certain things.

This was not one of them.

He gaped a little down at his chest, let loose a high-pitched horrified cry when he looked down a little further past his waist.

Struggling to find his centre of gravity for a moment, and one argument with his wardrobe later, Sephiroth was making his way down the halls, irritated, hair still wet, ill-fitting clothes sticking to curves that shouldn't exist. A grey, button up shirt he'd had to roll the sleeves up on and jeans that seemed too small. He kept his arms crossed over his chest, trying his damnedest to hide the fact that the cold was making his nipples hard and he hadn't been granted a bra--not that he'd know how to put one on anyway.

Sephiroth was in search of answers. Or a way to reverse it.

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