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Who: Errybody
What: HOT SPRINGS: HOT SPRINGS EDITION
Where: Hot springs. Different hot springs. Not the hot springs that turned everyone into six year olds.
When: March 25th - March 29th
Warnings: Cursed springs. Sex swapping.

Right outside the resort is the main attraction, a collection of natural hot springs, separated by gender with a co-ed spring in the middle. Despite it being late March, there's still a dusting of snow on the ground, making the warm springs all the more inviting.

If the main resort area is too crowded for you, there are whispers of a secluded, private spring down a secret path. It's supposed to be very nice--if you can find it.

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Crabbyland is not where Henry planned on going, though this guy sure did look like she was already neck-deep in Crabbyland. Henry was laying on his stomach on one of the boulders behind Shadow, and had been around the area for quite some time. Only now did he feel like talking to somebody, and what luck, there was somebody there! Grouchy as she may be, Henry didn't really mind her mood.

"What's got you so down in the dumps?" asked the dark mage. Seriously, he didn't even bother introductions or anything... Who even was he? He was never at the academy before. What was even stranger about him was that he wasn't even dressed to get in the springs: instead, he wore his typical attire, cape and all.

"Mm. It's none of y--"

Shadow froze, eyes locked on the stranger and their garish, foreign attire, a stark contrast to the rest of the hot springs' atmosphere. Around him stood and sat many a human, clothed loosely, if at all. This one, however, was covered from neck to toe, completely covered from the soothing vapors around them.

Needless to say, it kinda threw him off.

"You... What are you doing?" He couldn't stop staring. This looked so silly! "Do you expect to come in here like this?"

"Nah. I don't plan to," replied the Plegian mage, propping his head up on his palms.

"But it sure is fun people watching! Boy, you guys are all heading that-a-way," to which Henry gestured in the general direction of the secret pathway that he'd already been down; "And sometimes, if I'm lucky, I get to witness some terribly embarrassed people run for their rooms! So I'm just taking the spectator's seat, riiight here."

He removes one of his hands from under his chin and pats the boulder.

Those springs... The way this man was treating them so lightly...

Oh, Shadow was very displeased. Why? Because the very same thing had happened to him. Did this kid find pleasure in other peoples' misery? Was that it? What a nasty little ingrate. ~~Also, Shadow's totally not hypocritical at all.~~

He stood up in a flurry of water and steam, fur bristled and body, uh... somewhat curvy for a male. Henry might notice that with a sharp eye. If he did, did he care? No. If he was going to laugh at his body in its current state, it just gave him an excuse to sock him in the nads. That was always a fun time.

"Excuse me? This is no laughing matter. Do you even know what the springs are capable of?"

"Yes sir," replied the dark mage cheerfully; "A little switcharoo: a boy walks in, a girl comes out, and vice versa! You've been down there, huh? You know what I'm talking about~"

Henry didn't even need to look at anybody to know they were cursed, especially with such a simple one. It was too easy!

Oh, good.

Yes, very good.

That all gave Shadow plenty of reason to do what he wanted to do the most.

With that, he stepped closer, looking at him innocently, almost too innocently, hands laced behind his back.

He then went to try to kick him in the shin.

Enjoy that massive, silent, "Fuck you." Love, Shadow the Hedgehog.

And so his shin, which dangled in the air while he relaxed, was kicked. Henry did not seem phased, but he finally decided to stop lounging on his stomach like that. He raised himself to a sitting position and examined his leg for blood - which there was none immediately apparent. Maybe later he'd find a bruise if he took off his clothes, but for now... he couldn't feel a thing.

"Aww, that wasn't very nice," commented Henry, letting his leg drop next to his other one. "What did you do that for?"

The strange thing is that it probably should have hurt more... But Henry had delayed pain sensation. Very delayed. And very dulled. So it wasn't strange to him, that he couldn't feel anything.

Edited (Prince and the Edits) 2013-03-27 23:18 (UTC)

What.

"What."

That didn't hurt? Not even at all? A strong enough kick from him could leave someone with a nasty concussion. Except Silver. Apparently, he's too thick-headed. OHO. In this case, Henry hardly even flinched! What was that even about?

Granted, this wasn't one of his concussion-inducing kicks, but that still should have caused some pain. Sheesh. Either this one was deceptively strong or he was losing his touch.

Shadow knew what he had to do.

He had to experiment.

Cue him stomping over and attempting to smash his foot onto the mage's own. There. That had to hurt! Right? Right??

Ouch, hear that? That didn't sound too good! Henry stared at his foot and looked back at Shadow's foot, but then looked up to his face.

"Yeah, that's what I'm asking," he said, tilting his head. "Oooh, I bet this is broken, maybe..."

Henry lifted his foot to examine it, too. What did he do wrong in this exchange? He wasn't looking forward to the pain he'd be feeling later, and he could even feel a dull ache in his foot already. Very, very dull, and hardly noticeable. What was he being punished for...?

"You know, you shouldn't go around stepping on people's feet like that." Gently, he levered his foot back on the ground with his hands, but didn't budge otherwise.

"You are the one laughing at other peoples' expenses...!"

Shadow took one, two steps back. Broken? Maybe? That was a very clear yes or no question. Did that even hurt? He still didn't look very phased. This couldn't be just an average human. No, sir. This was all so far from logical and it left him defensive, if not just a little worried.

"You..."

He pointed a finger at him, fur bristling in a sign that meant, basically, "Don't you try to touch me or I'll stab you with my spines."

"What are you?"

"Oh, I'm just little ol' me," replied the dark mage, gracing his fingers along the back of his shin. He didn't think rising from this spot would be such a good plan in the long run... "And hey, a little curse here and there can be pretty funny. Don't judge! Besides, it's a terribly weak curse~ It'll wear off on its own! I can tell."

Oh, right. What are you. That usually translated to requesting a valid introduction, huh? Henry wasn't very good at such matters. "Oh, yeah. My name's Henry! What's yours?" And still, his smile fails to falter.

"Oh, yes, surely."

It was obvious that Shadow didn't trust him. Why would he? This was likely just an excuse to make him look like less of a bad guy. Oh, he knew better than that. Humans were capable of being double-crossing nitwits, after all. Was he really human, though? Apparently, he wasn't about to get a straight answer. Ace.

"I couldn't care less for your name," he scoffed, continuing to step back. He hoped he wasn't going to just fall right into the springs this way. He better be calculating this correctly! "I want to know what you are. You are no ordinary human!"

"Oh, that's all you wanted to know?" he said with a laugh. "Yup. I'm just an ordinary human. Human as human can be! Born a human boy to two human parents somewhere in a small human village~ No catches."

"Liar."

Shadow stomped forward, lashing a hand out to snatch his collar and tug it closer, his sour expression showing nothing less than him meaning business. Mr. Smiley here was beginning to irritate Mr. Un-smiley to the point of spontaneous vein combustion.

"No ordinary human can withstand my power," he snarled, dangerously up in his grill. "There is something more you're not telling me."

"Whoa!" he exclaimed, not expecting such hostility. So he doubted him, did he? "I'm telling the truth, actually. I don't lie! Can't think of a single moment during this conversation of ours that I lied~

"What else do you want to know about me? I could start listing stuff off, or you could give me some direction. Let's see, my favorite food is tomatoes, I love dogs, I prefer sleeping on my back..." He allowed for a lapse in his listing, giving Shadow room to interrupt.

Nope.

Shadow was done with the stupid excuses and pointless drivel. He tossed him backwards by his collar, following to make sure he wasn't going to pull any moves. This chipper boy had more secrets to him, and he wasn't going to let his guard down. That could end up fatal.

"How are you able to withstand me? I don't care about anything else. You will tell me. NOW."

Ouch. He really was getting mad.

"Ah- !" Henry gasped, landing on the jagged rocks that lined the springs. He might have stood back up from there, but he could easily feel the dull pain in his foot. It wouldn't do to mess with it. But it would do to press further in this conversation: Henry didn't see what the problem was.

"How? Withstand? Pfff, I don't get what you're going on about," he said, rubbing his hand against his side. "What do you mean?"

"I am a super-powered hedgehog with perfect strength."

Oh, yes, Shadow was skipping straight to the point here. He wasn't going to speak cryptically, let alone in a roundabout fashion at all. This one was clearly both dense and oblivious, whether or not it was a ruse. He had to ensure that everything he questioned was relayed expertly.

He tapped his foot. He was getting impatient. He wanted to know the mysteries behind this one now.

"My attacks should have caused agony, yet you are hardly in pain. Explain your durability." His impossible durability.

Now this made sense! So he wanted to know why Henry wasn't responsive when it came to pain, did he? Henry breathed out, an airy note accompanying his sigh.

"Soooo, why I'm not screaming and yelling in pain just 'cause you broke my foot? That's all?" he confirmed, tapping his cheek with a finger. "Easy-peasy: nerve damage. That's your answer! Pain stops hurting after what I've been through, hee hee~ Can't feel it yet. Is that why you kept on hurting me? That's pretty cruel, you know. What if I were just really good at acting?"

"Regardless of the situation, I find it tough to pity you. In fact, I fully do not."

Ouch. Shadow was being just a bit harsh! Ooooh, Mr. Hedgehog, those words cut. He lifted a brow, looking down to his foot and wondering if he really did break it. If so, that was kind of... hmmm...

He had to wonder if that nerve damage excuse was a lie, but he couldn't properly determine that now.

"You're lucky you aren't in pain, or else you would be writhing in agony. Count your blessings." If he wanted to nail this one at any point, he'd have to do more than just causing simple pain, but any further action wasn't necessary now.

"Hey, mister," Henry piped up, lifting a finger. "You never told me your name. I asked earlier, and I'm supposed to meet people. A name would be nice, since you hurt me and all. Right?"

Perhaps so, but did he have incentive to tell him his name at all? Actually, yes. Yes he did.

"My name is Shadow," he spoke softly, yet it was with an ominous and deep tone beneath it. "Remember my name well, because I highly advise that you stay out of my way." Lest he attempt to break the other foot.

"Hi Shadow~" Strangely enough, Henry wasn't daunted in the slightest. He waved at Shadow and then let his hand drop back down to rest at his side. "Whew, getting names here is like pulling teeth! Glad that wasn't too bad."

"Now that you mention it..."

Shadow grabbed onto his clothing, tugging at it and looking to him with a look most impish.

"Pulling teeth does sound like a fine idea. You'll be a fine guinea pig."

That sadistic, nasty little smirk said only one simple thing:

Run, motherfucker, run.

But he can't run! Heavens forbid he injure the foot he can't feel is hurting. Feet are important. You walk on them.

Henry tilted his head. "Eeehh? What, do you teach dentistry? I'd rather not leave these pearly whites in the hands of somebody without credentials."

Really, though, that stuff wasn't mattering to him. His hand roamed up to see if he could loosen Shadow's grip on his clothes. Why was he being treated so poorly right of the bat? Everybody's been doing this to him, it seemed... It didn't make any sense to Henry. But hey, if this was the game this guy wanted to play, he'd play along.

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sexswap: March 28th, unisex springs

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