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BODYSWAP/POWERSWAP MEME

1) Comment.
2) The person who comments under your post has suddenly switched bodies (or just powers) with you!
3) ???
4) Profit!

Go, meatlings!

Comments

[i-had-one4this.livejournal.com]

Extreme dodging skills and the ability to throw/wield knives really fast

[in-ur-ikebukuro.livejournal.com]

Izaya blinks for a moment, seeing his own body from outside himself for the first time before patting himself down, curious about what Archer has in his pockets. Nice suit, immaculate, full head of hair, gun... Gun?

He giggles demurely into one hand, pulling the gun out of its holster with the other; in Archer's body, this makes him look incredibly creepy. "I'm a secret agent!"

Re: Extreme dodging skills and the ability to throw/wield knives really fast

[i-had-one4this.livejournal.com]

"Not anymore, duh. Now you're just an agent."

What the hell, is he wearing a parka? This fur totally wouldn't be acceptable from a half-rate furrier. And who cut this guy's hair, an unlucky bomb defuser?

"A good-looking agent. I'd say you just made a step up, wouldn't you?"

[in-ur-ikebukuro.livejournal.com]

Izaya grins. "You're probably a little too old for me." He spins the gun easily around one finger, aiming it at some unseen target, then mimes a gunshot -- pow!

"But I do like the odd James Bond movie now and then. So. By what name do I call my new benefactor?"

[i-had-one4this.livejournal.com]

"Archer. Sterling Archer. And I don't like to draw that comparison. Come on, who takes weak shaken martinis? Everyone knows that means less alcohol, not more."

He has knives. Knives are cool. Not as cool as that gun Izaya's toting around like it's some toy. I mean, it is a toy, but it's Archer's toy! And it's a very expensive toy that the drones in Weapons & Resources had to bring him! He had to yell at them a whole thirty seconds!

[in-ur-ikebukuro.livejournal.com]

"Orihara Izaya. But you can just call me Izaya. Everyone else does." He grins back at Archer. "And more is better? Sounds like a motto that could get you into trouble."

Izaya likes this gun! It's not that he hasn't held one before, but guns are a little harder to come by in Japan. Of course, he could probably go to W&P and wrangle himself one if he really wanted, but sweeter was the weapon you nabbed from someone else.

"Archer-san, huh? That's a pretty cool name. Very secret agenty." He motions toward his own hidden knife collection. "They're pretty nice, right? I made sure they were all weighted just right. You can't really afford to miss when your opponent isn't human."

[i-had-one4this.livejournal.com]

"When it comes to alcohol, cars, guns, jets, honeypots, caviar, and untraceable receipts, I tend to like more," Archer says in a tone that should imply 'no freaking duh'.

"Yeah, it's a great name." Nevermind that the ISIS computer 'randomly assigned' his code name to be Duchess. Hopefully with no ISIS around, he won't have to hold to that. "If I didn't have so many other thing I like about myself, I'd probably say it's my best asset, but you know."

He pulls out a knife and, with the combined fluidity of Archer's own skills and Izaya's practice, flings it and lands it eye-height, point-first in the wall. "What is that, a Buster Warenski knife?"

[in-ur-ikebukuro.livejournal.com]

"Hmm. Sounds like you live the high life. Me, I'm just an information dealer. Well, I was before they blew up my planet." Izaya laughs, as if he finds this unexpectedly entertaining rather than horrifying. "Too bad. I really loved that planet."

"Oh my, no. I never name my knives. It makes them hard to throw away." Coin flip as to whether that was a joke or not.

"And... is this a gun in your pants?" Seriously, even Izaya wouldn't keep a loaded gun down there.

[i-had-one4this.livejournal.com]

"What, information dealers don't live the high life? Half of what ISIS steals is data discs and computer information. It's not nearly all the expensive diamonds and nuclear weapons it looks like on TV." Archer seems rather nonplussed about the whole planet go splodey thing.

"I mean the brand. Who actually names their knives?" Archer chuckles, pulling the knife out of the wall and twirling it around his hand, somehow managing to not cut himself.

"Oh, yeah. That's the Chekov gun. It's, you know, in case I end up with a hooker who's a double-agent and need to shoot someone from the hotel bathroom."

[in-ur-ikebukuro.livejournal.com]

"Here I was hoping you'd put a stop to an invincible robot army or two." He laughs. "I do pretty well for myself, but sticking my neck out for all that spy stuff? I'll have to pass. I want to live a nice, long life."

He shrugs, replacing the handgun with a little flourish. "You'd be surprised. Some people get pretty attached to their weapons. There was a whole stabbing spree the other month, you should've been there. The touching story of a girl and her supernatural knife."

Izaya cackles, pulling out the Chekov gun. "My, how callous. Are you a good spy, or a bad spy?"