Helbindi couldn't believe this was happening, why did he have to end in such a weak body? He felt he couldn't defeat the weakest of enemies and ge just stand it!
Feeling weak wouldn't help him so he decided her would recover his body and kick whoever was inside it, but before he could reach his body, he ran into two of Natasha's friends, Seth and Duessel, who seem to have been training before the 'cleric' appeared.
"Sister Natasha, what happened to your dress?" asked Seth, shocked ti see the deplorable state of Natasha's clothes, that had been dirtied and torn after the clumsy fall.
"Uh?" Helbindi just glared at the paladin, annoyed he would ask about something so trivial, he only cared about that because he must have seen it as an incompetent weakling that could even keep his uniform in check, "Why do you care about that? You have a problem with me?"
"None whatsoever Sister Natasha, but your role in the order is indispensable, seeing you like that might make people doubt of you capabilities as a healer" Seth formally said.
"Tch, a healer? Cut that crap, you think I'm weak!" Helbindi yelled, ready to wrestle Seth, who just seemed shocked by the cleric's aggressiveness, Helbindi turned his attention to Duessel who has remained quiet during the whole exchange, "Hey you, old man! Give me your lance!"
"Excuse me?" Duessel was mostly confused by his countrywomen's change of attitude, he has never seen her holding a weapon before.
"Your lance, give it to me! I'll show you I'm not a weakling, and any idiot can wear a lance!" Helbindi was stretching his hand towards the lance, and Duessel didn't try to stop him, mostly curious to see how this was going to end, after instructing certain reckless lancer in the past he had a good idea of what was going to happen.
When Helbindi touched the lance he realised it was much more heavy than he expected, but not wanting to see as a weakling he tried to at least hold it and hit the dummy a few times to show his toughness, but the more strength he put into holding it the more he started to shake uncontrollably but still tried to hit the target but the lance fell down his hands before he was close to hitting anything, which made him realise how sire his hands felt, not to mention how physically weak he felt, "Damn it!" he grunted.
"Sister Natasha, being a healer is just as important as wilding a weapon, don't let this get to you, I'm just confused to see you trying to do this kind of training" Duessel said as he picked up the lance.
"Shut up!" Helbindi yelled as he stormed off, fearing that this weakness would send him back to the dirt.
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"Oh what a cute mask!" a familiar voice chirped behind Gerome, immediately startling him, shuddering as he turned around to see her, Cherche.
"What do you want, mo-" he stoped himself before screwing up, "Cherche"
"Why so grumpy, Tana?" Cherche seemed shocked by the venom in the 'girl's' voice, "I just wanted to ask why that mask, it looks so cute with all that sweaty hair, I bet it can even stick to your face!"
"No..." of course his mother would find this temporary 'mask' cute, she had knack for seeing anything repulsive as cute.
"Ow what a shame, but why are wearing it? With that and your grumpiness you almost look like my Gerome" her own comment seemed to make her giggle.
"I'm sure your son as good reason to be 'grumpy' with a mother like you! And mask are a tactical advantage! It makes a rider go unnoticed in battle and in public!"
"I think you're wrong about mask, they just make you more noticeable like it's happening right now" she pointed to the messy braids covering his face, "And it's hard bonding with Gerome, he's always so distant, but I'm still a great mom! Right, Minerva?" she asked to the wyvern walking behind her who proceed to grunt in approval as Cherche patted her head.
"Don't get Minervykins in this!" he impulsively yelled, realising to late he had made a mistake.
"Minervykins? That's odd, I heard Gerome calling her that before" Cherche took a hand to her chin as she started thinking about it, "Mmm, the mask, the broodiness, being angry at me, and now Minervykins, you're acting a lot like Gerome today, you fell well Tana?"
"I-I..." Gerome gulped, already dreading of all things Cherche will want to do if she knew it was him inside this girly body, "Yes! I'm fine!" he shouted as he ran away, just confusing Cherche even more, maybe she should keep an eye on 'Tana' from now on, something in her attitude was worrying the wyvern rider.
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"Oh man, who knew I was such a great merchant" Balthus proudly spoke with himself as he hold a small pouch filled with golden coins.
He was sure it was enough to pay his debts but since he had been doing deal after deal he didn't have time to count his earnings so he opened the pouch and started counting, and the disappointment was obvious on his borrowed face once he had finished.
"Just fifty golden coins!? How's that's possible?" now Balthus started thinking back to all his deals, now clearly remembering his strategy of starting low, offering to sell a weapon for one golden coin, at first he thought it was great idea, he had sold all the weapons in a matter of minutes but feel it wasn't enough so he decided to sell something else.
He could feel the lack of that something as he could feel the cold breeze of Askr hit his barely covered body, maybe selling Anna's clothes wasn't a Greta idea after all, but somehow it was his most profitable deal, some guy that was willing to pay thirty golden coins for it and he thought it was a great deal, way better that any weapons deal he had that day, but now he saw the deal had backfired on him.
"Well, at least I can give this to my body, it won't be close to paying my debt but fifty golden coins are fifty golden coins" Balthus said as he entered the bar where he was sure his body was, and as soon as he opened the door he saw himself, sitting on a stool, drinking as he usually did
"Hey you!" he shouted, immediately catching his body's attention and also most of the bar since the sight of an almost naked 'Anna' wasn't exactly something anyone in Askr had seen before, "Take this, for your debts" Balthus told the other his as he threw the pouch at him.
"Nah, sorry I don't let others pay for me, I pay my debts with my own hands" the other Balthus answered as he threw the pouch back at him.
"Uh..." now after getting his offer rejected Balthus realised the full extent of his current predicament, he was stuck in someone else's body, he practically had no money, and the valuable stuff he had was sell at ridiculous prices that barely gave him anything, and now his own body had refused his help, how was he even supposed to swap back now? Maybe since he was in a bar he could drown his sorrows with those fifty golden coins.
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