I'M THE REAPER OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR — open

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    body swapping, posession, whatever one wants to call it, isn't a new experience to chica. she's done it multiple times in the past. it's almost second nature now, to override some pour sap and jack their body for her own uses. sometimes though, that son of a bitch she takes over is too attached to their original host that they decide to fight her for it. normally, chica can beat them back down but well, this motherfucker was different and she had to kiss that spanking brand new host goodbye, which sucked ass. so the girl, not too keen on flaunting off her corporeal figure, went and plucked up whatever body she happened to find. as fate would have it, she found herself something grand. the patter of paws sound when the girl shifts into the village, pointed ears facing forward and eyes narrowed in thought as she studies clan life. a caracal is no lion, but she supposes it's better than being a fucking phantom, so for now its enough. ugh.

    ❝ LOUI VUITON BODY BAG ❞ CHICA FAZBEAR

    THE SANCTUARY & INFORMATION

    He sits and he waits, feeling broken and hollow
    Hands held close to his face, screaming,    "Why do I bother?" — tags

    the male is skilled in taking bodies, as well, but it doesn't make him feel good about himself. nor, however, does he feel particularly bad about it either. he had always lived with a spirit inside of him, coaxing him to slowly get over the things he couldn't control, and those were one of them. the world was a cruel, cruel place in that regard. he'd fix his oculars on the creature curiously, an invisible eyebrow raised. "having fun?"

    -- Reyna --

    Possession and all those bonuses which came with it hit a little too close to home for the staggered wolf. Her ability to take the form of another and either purge or control the host spirit was something she had long lost, though whether this power had simply faded during her exile or if she was unconsciously suppressing it was hard to say. Either way, Reyna had been somewhat familiar with Chica before she had fallen in that spiral of inactivity, and upon quietly moving up beside Lucian she found her head tilted slightly in confusion "I'm...sure you looked different before" Her gravelly voice would echo towards the duo as the cloaked Harbinger slowed to a gentle stop.

    -- How was Purgatory? / Tags / Diary --