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Who: Kurloz and Mr. D
When: When the curse started
Where: Wherever they end up meeting
Style: Whatever
Status: Closed

Kurloz has been in Vatheon long enough that waking up to a strange ceiling on a Monday morning isn't a cause for panic, though it is a cause for irritation, particularly when he discovers that the reason the ceiling is different is because it's a house that isn't his, up on the island. There's also the small matter of the body not being his, either.

It's fortunate enough that he recognizes the face on this body, otherwise he would be feeling a lot more wrathful. This humanoid body, with its lack of horns, with it's strange little quirks and lack of stitches, is an inconvenience, but there are secrets in his own body, secrets that must be kept. With Mr. D he has a better chance of making sure they're kept.

Still, he'd better hurry. He barely hesitates to pull on one of the strangely-patterned shirts, and begrudgingly accepts that he won't be able to paint his face, before sending a quick message to his own SFC. Hopefully Mr. D will heed the warning in it and stay put, but Kurloz doesn't bother to wait for an affirmative response, he just starts off toward the elevator.

There is one benefit to this body. It's very good at scowling. The locals aren't trying to stop him at all.

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Waking up in a strange room was not the first thing he'd noticed. Or even the second or third thing. Feeling the horns as he was waking, he'd thought for a moment he'd been turned into a satyr... but as consciousness slapped him in the face, Mr. D noticed more and more about the strange anatomy. The full realization of what had happened came first with the sewn lips... and then the knowledge of the real reason why the troll didn't talk.

Oh, Mr. D was surely staying put. What other choice did he have, really?

He needed a mirror. The was something completely new, even to the god, and he wanted to know everything about it.

With a bit of searching, Mr. D would be able to discover that there was a mirror in the bathroom, not too far from the room he'd awoken in. There are few things around Kurloz's room that would actually work as mirrors, but that wouldn't matter for long.

It was only a few minutes before Kurloz was coming in the door of the house. He ignored the way the door slammed against the wall in favor of making his way up the stairs. "You better not have gone and bolted, motherfucker," he shouted ahead of him, secretly pleased with how commanding it sounded. That was one thing he could appreciate about having a voice again.

Edited 2013-08-06 22:38 (UTC)

When Kurloz (in the god's body) arrived, Mr. D was indeed standing in front of the bathroom mirror and taking a reeeaaally good look at everything. What Kurlox had just missed was a rather thorough physical inspection, and he was now staring at the face, particularly the mouth. And the horns. The horns were great.

Mr. D heard his own voice before he could see himself and made a mental note that he should start swearing in English more. He didn't mind the way that sounded at all. It seemed to express the type of mood he was in, and that suited him just fine.

It's not like Mr. D could shout back at him (although for a second, he tried and failed), so he waited exactly where he was for his inhabited body to appear. When he shrugged in response, he hoped it conveyed the "what the fuck" he was feeling.

He would have plenty more time to hear swearing from his own mouth, because Kurloz was very fond of constantly and liberally peppering his sentences with "motherfucker" and variants thereof. After his first shout, however, he seemed content to finish making his way toward his room without any further comment, then the bathroom.

Kurloz stared at his body from the doorway, observing Mr. D's reaction carefully. "I suppose a brother's gotten his understand on for the proper communications available to him," he said.

Mr. D turned and nodded. He'd thought that the lips were just part of the mime act, but missing a tongue is something quite a bit more serious. He tilted his head to one side (horns were fun, he'd decided) and simply signed the word "why?" with a questioning look on his face. Didn't hurt to ask, he supposed.

Kurloz's smile twists at Mr. D's face. It's not nearly as impressive without the facepaint or the stitches, but it manages to look eerie anyway. Maybe it has something to do with the look in his eyes.

"This motherfucker once had a kittysis who he loved red as could be. One day, he accidentally spoke a secret so loud and horrible her ears bled, and she never used them again. So a brother got his righteous silence on the best way he could, so that secret all wouldn't be spoken again."