Playing Hookie [Hyper]

The drow couldn't help but smile when Envy mentioned something about his name being high and might and not so much old time-y. Was Charles a fancy name? Thinking about it, it did have a kind of pompous air to it. Even the way the sound tastes in his mouth and on his tongue was bad. The name tasted like mostly sharp edges and uncomfortable corners--he'd just assumed that since he hadn't heard that name anywhere except in old books that it had been phased out of the human naming convention.

Apparently he was wrong.

"Well. It is, kinda. 'S from an old priestess tale about a celestial a' light that came into the drow cities to eradicate all th' evil, 'til a warrior named Mz'sid killed it by stabbing it in the eyes and cutting off its head."

That warrior's house, Rakorch, immediately gained the favor of their god, and changed their insignia to the head of the celestial that Mz'sid had slain. Legend has it that the House--now ancient and powerful beyond measure--still has the head of the vanquished celestial hanging over the entranceway to their compound.

What a load of tripe.

Sid raised an eyebrow. Apparently Envy wasn't his conversational partner's real name. Intrigued, the dark elf straightened up from the wall, arms crossed and very intrigued. "You're only Envy when you look like that? And I guess when your not Envy you go by... Invidia, was it?

"So... what do you look like when you're not Envy then?"

At the moment, Envy (or was it Invidia? He wasn't sure. The whole thing was kinda screwy if he was being honest) had Sid's undivided attention. The idea of someone who wasn't as they seeemed was more than a little interesting to the drow, coming from a place where not being what you seemed was one of the most valuable skills to have. All things told he thought that Envy was interesting. He wouldn't mind picking his brain for a little while.

Or was it her brain? He didn't know.

After he was told to just use Envy's appearance but imagine he was a girl, Sid's mind began to work. He imagined that she'd have longer hair, maybe fuller lips and smaller waist, soft breasts and supple thighs.

Envy was a pretty hot girl.

"You make for a pretty cute girl then."

Seeing the other person blush a little was the only push Sid needed. That meant that his words weren't unwelcome, and he let himself speak his mind, arms crossed over his chest.

"Yeah, well I might as well be. Too bad I don't always look like that 24/7."

"Don't sell this form short either. It's not like shifting into being a boy suddenly makes you unattractive. After all, I couldn't imagine a cute guy if you weren't cute always."

Still, even saying that, he could understand how shape-shifting could be a problem, especially if you couldn't control it. Sid tried to imagine himself, randomly shape-shifting through the day, never knowing when he woke up if he would be Sid the whole day, or halfway through if he would suddenly become Sidette. It was such an odd idea.

"Yeah," the dark elf agreed, pressing his back once again to the wall. "I guess if you could control it you'd never have to worry about shifting if you didn't want to. I imagine it can get awkward, huh?"

"Well, I guess I didn't expect you'd think that and actually say it upfront."

"That's just the kind of guy I am," Sid said, gesturing to himself. "When I think it, I say it." This wasn't entirely true--being around the block on the island a couple of times has taught him a few things about avoiding conflicts as best as he possibly could. Not that he often wanted to avoid conflicts, but sometimes he just wanted to avoid getting into fights he had no hope of winning. Which he thought was an honest, realistic goal.

Apparently some people didn't quite think the same way. Some people thought that his more tactful nature was a result of him getting soft. He'd punched most of those people until their noses were so much dust.

"The only time this happens is when I'm not conscious. It's usually when I'm asleep. Most of the day is fine."

That was good. He couldn't imagine just sitting in class and just suddenly bam--you're a different gender. That would be weird as hell. Like. Really weird. Especially in gym class, where you're running around, doing strength things and then suddenly your entire build changes.

What a mess.

"I dunno," he said, scratching his head as he cast a look out the window. "If I was a shapeshifter that didn't like my other form, turnin' back to look like myself even for a couple minutes would make me feel better."

Sid shrugged.

"That's just me though."

Geez this guy was funny despite his efforts to have absolutely nothing to do with him when he first walked into the room. He'd seemed to determined to not talk to him back then that he couldn't believe that this person--who'd made him laugh for at least the second time in an hour--was the same guy who rejected his introduction.

How weird life could be.

"I mean, I've offended some a' those guys before. S'not like their flames hurt me." Much. They hurt a little, like when someone pinches you or something like that, not so much to the degree that he would stop.

He didn't mind switching, but just thought that it was confusing and inconvenient. Yeah, Sid could see that. He could see how just casually waking up one day and being a different gender could screw up plans. He wondered if his Envy's genitals changed with him

Maybe that should be one of those questions I keep to myself for my own safety.

"Have you told people you're a shapeshifter?"