Power Swap: Suddenly Attractive [open]

[Michael Wakefield]

Before breakfast, Michael hadn’t suspected that anything was different. His back still ached as it always did, and he hadn't yet tried to produce dust. It wasn't as though it was the first thing he thought of doing upon waking. No, first was the usual grooming routine, and then he would dress, then breakfast, which he supposed would be orange juice and a bowl of cereal, for lack of imagination that morning.

However, upon attempting to retrieve a spoon from the kitchen drawer, he was, as he would later put it in his mind, attacked by several pieces of cutlery at once. Though he had immediately closed the drawer upon experiencing that strange phenomenon, at least three forks and two knives had already glued themselves to various points on his upper body. That was... annoying. Very, very annoying. He would have thought that he was hallucinating were it not for the fact that his usual power prevented that from happening. Well, prevented it from drugs, anyway. Still, he didn’t bother to entertain the notion that just maybe he was really hallucinating because of some horrible condition. That sort of thing just didn’t happen to him.

Besides, he was sure there was an explanation for his sudden magnetism. One that hopefully also involved a solution. Pixie dust did not generate itself. And though this bothered him quite a bit - he didn’t really think it necessary to save more than a few bags of dust since that part of his power was still pretty strong - there was no use in complaining, really. Who would he complain to exactly? He was sure that the police would love that. ”Excuse me, but my pixie dust power has been replaced with magnet power and I kind of need the pixie one back so I can keep selling it to people as a psychedelic drug.”

At that moment, it didn’t matter anyway. Isis, his beloved dog, always came first. Calling her to him, he waited until she sat obediently before attaching her lead to her collar, and left for a walk through town... though not before pulling the sharp implements from his face.

Failing to notice the teaspoon still stuck to the back of his head, he ignored any strange looks and odd happenings arising from his sudden power switch, such as Isis’s tag breaking off and fixing itself to his leg. The spoon fell from his head as he passed a rather uninteresting little shop. Though Isis tried to alert him to it, suddenly very interested in the spoon that just appeared on the ground, Michael kept walking, unaware that whatever had fallen had come from him.

[Haley Shapiro]

Haley woke up feeling strange.

Okay, so she woke up feeling stranger than usual.

She brushed her teeth, took a shower, combed her hair and brought it up in tight ponytail and still, the strange feeling didn't go away. Deciding to go out for breakfast, Haley sneaked out of Hammel, passing by Vincent the security guard and out of the compound.

Rummaging through her pockets, she tried to find some loose change she might have stolen acquired from the older students to buy a donut and hot chocolate and patted her pocket to make sure the coins stayed there.

But the moment her hand left her side, she was suddenly being pulled forward by an invisible force. Her feet danced on the tarmac as she tried to find her footing again but in one quick move, she sailed forward and whapped into someone by her waist and she shrieked.

"What the hell?"

She tried pushing herself off the pepper white haired tall man but it was hard. And that was when she realised what the strange feeling was. Her powers weren't activating. She didn't have much control over it but it never switched off. Never. She had grown comfortable with its presence and sometimes she felt secure because it was there. But no, it wasn't there anymore and it was not helping her get off this man with a...spoon in his hair?

"Dude! Do you have like a magnet in your pocket or something because seriously, this is not funny!" She yelled, beating her fists almost helplessly to get the man's attention.

[OOC: Hope you don't mind my butting in ^^;;]

[Michael Wakefield]

Isis had gracefully jumped out of the way as the child came crashing into him while her master casually kept walking and rolled his eyes as though this was a regular occurrence. Her fists clattered against him every now and then and the Weimaraner growled at her, but didn't dare attack without Michael's signal. Not that he would ever set his dog on a person and most especially not a child! Nevertheless she was poised as though she would jump, if asked. His patience was wearing thin... but ultimately it wouldn't be worth it to snap now, in the middle of town with a child attached to him, making such a fuss that was making people look over with raised eyebrows.

"Look," he finally sighed, stopping when the spoon finally fell (though still completely oblivious to the loss of it). "Clearly something stupid is happening in the world today and my usual, controlled power has been replaced with... whatever this is." Gently pushing her away as the power finally just quit on him, he grinned triumphantly. "There, it's gone now, are you happy, petite?" Calling his pet to him, he made a move to leave without offering apology or further explanation, simply uttering "au revoir"... but then the magnetism seemed to 'switch back on' and the spoon attached to his leg, alerting him to its presence. He sighed once more.

"So that's where that went," he muttered, then looked at the young lady currently glued to his side. "Either you're stuck with me on this walk or you can relinquish whatever you have that is magnetic, because clearly that is the problem. Up to you." At this point, he didn't really care which, as long as she quit fighting him. Maybe Isis could grab her hand and try running the other way?

...Nah.

((I am sorry about the lameness of this post))

[Haley Shapiro]

She dropped on to the ground, scraping her knee a little but the pain didn't register to Haley because she had just been called petite. So uncool. "I'm not petite! I'm a kid!" She harrumphed before squealing when she was once again smacked onto the old man by her pocket.

Haley peered over his shoulder at the dog and waved with a little smile, giggling as the dog growled. When asked to 'relinquish' whatever magnetic thing she had, she scratched the back of her head and frowned. "What's relinquish?" She asked, wondering briefly why all the people she had met over the past months used words she didn't understand.

Kicking her feet away from her as they...well he walked, she rested her chin on his shoulder. If she was going to be stuck this way, she might as well get comfortable. Even if it meant being nice to the guy. "You smell like an old guy." Haley commented dryly, only meaning that he smelled just like the janitor at the orphanage, who so happened to be the only other old guy she had met, whom she measured every other old guy to, apparently.

"I'm Haley. If were gonna be stuck like this, I might as well tell you that." She paused and turned to the dog again. "She's pretty. That's a she right? Coz she's pretty."

[Michael Wakefield]

"Au contraire, you are, indeed, a little one," he drawled, just vaguely happy to be free of the little nuisance at last. Good things, unfortunately always had to come to and end, and she was glued to him once more. It was lucky that, despite his afflictions, he was still very steady on his feet. Otherwise she would have knocked them both over and Isis would have probably become distressed by these confusing events.

Rolling his eyes and continuing forward at her question, his cane clacked harshly against the ground. Was he irritated? Perhaps just a little bit. "To give up," he explained. "Let go, give away. Take whatever it is from your pocket that's attaching you to me." Isis sniffed at the girl's ankles before deciding that the girl was, ultimately, not a threat.

She seemed to be getting comfortable, which he figured was a very wise choice, all things considered. At least she'd stopped hitting him. "Your observational powers are astounding," he murmured wryly, the spoon on his heel making each step slightly uncomfortable, though not enough to stop or attempt to wrench the cutlery from his shoe. "I wasn't aware that there was a uniform scent amongst the elderly."

She did have a point... They were going to be stuck for a while, and children were often irritable creatures if they weren't paid attention. She was talkative, too, much like his daughter had been at her age. "You can call me Michael." He did prefer 'Mr. Wakefield' from children but they were already literally joined at the hip. Sort of. "Yes, her name is Isis... you can pet her, if you wish. She won't bite."

[Haley Shapiro]

"Seriously, what's with the big words, grampaw?" Haley chewed on her lower lip as he continued to explain what relinquish was. She turned to look at him as though he had become senile on the spot. "I'm not gonna give you my hard earned money! You nuts!" she exclaimed, conveniently forgetting the part where the money wasn't exactly hers.

Haley let the dog sniff her, she tried bending down to pet it but was pulled back again towards the old man. How the man was doing it, Haley didn't know but it was strong and if the only way she could get off him is to give him her money, she would rather be stuck on him until whatever it was that was getting her stuck was turned off somehow.

She was about to ask what "observational" and "astounding" were but after years of using it, she could easily detect sarcasm and he was obviously being sarcastic. She grumbled incoherently before he continued. "Oh yeah totally. Like...soap and smoke." She smiled at the memory of the janitor. Maybe she should break out and visit him. Now to devise a plan to hide in a suitcase heading for Albuquerque...

"Michael. Thassa solid name. Good job Mr. and Mrs. Michael's parents." She nodded and then looked down at the dog and at the people passing by, looking at them weirdly. "My grandpa." She pointed to the limping senior she was attached to. "My mode of transportation!" She laughed fakely before dropping it in favour of bending down once more to pet Isis. What a weird name for a dog. "That's a weird name for a dog. Why'd you name her Isis? She isn't icy."

[Michael Wakefield]

Goodness, she was young but he was speaking in relatively simple terms. Perhaps wherever she was being educated was running low on dictionaries? He tutted to himself, rolling his eyes slightly. "Then give the money to someone else, or put it somewhere else. I don't want your coins, little one. And I am certain that you don't wish to be stuck with an old man and his dog all day, either."

Not that there was anything that could be done while she stubbornly held onto her money. So he just kept walking and hoping the everything would suddenly revert to normal. That he'd have his useless wings and his pixie dust back. All he could do was hope, really. And listen to the girl blather on about old people smelling of soap and smoke. Which was sort of odd because he didn't smoke. Not any more, anyway.

"Wakefield," he immediately drawled. it would save her a few syllables. "My surname is Wakefield." He didn't mind much, though, putting on the facade of the slightly vexed and impatient grandparent. It wasn't far removed from his current mood anyway.

Icy. Good God, did they not teach children mythology anymore?

"Isis was the name of an Egyptian goddess," he explained as he limped along. Oddly enough, it was only the spoon that gave him grief, at least by way of physical impairment. "A goddess of fertility and motherhood. Although, she hasn't had puppies, so perhaps I chose the wrong name." It was going to be his daughter's name once upon a time, had her mother not insisted that he choose a nicer, more normal name. Of course, the crazy ex-wife didn't realise until it was too late that Selene was also a goddess. Just not a related one.

[Haley Shapiro]

[A/N: I TOTALLY DID NOT SEE THIS]

Had she known the old geezer thought she was dumb, Haley would have guilttripped the hell out of him by turning on the water works and told him about her sob story in the orphanage all her life...which wasn't even a sob story. But the education she got there was far from academic.

"But...but Oldie, I totes need it though. I gotta go buy me summat to drink. I could treat you I guess. If you wanted...like no pressure if you don't." She shrugged, not really meaning the whole "treat" thing. At all.

Haley nodded and made a noise of wonderment when presented with the older man's last name. Surname. That was a fancy name for last name, wasn't it? Or was that like...his sir name? Did she now have to address him as Wakefield? No...Michael. Or Oldie would be fine, she thought.

"Egyptian goddess? Of...fertility and motherhood? Like...wait...fertility is like fertiliser right? That stinky shit thing they use to help plants grow? So Isis' poop can help plants grow faster? That's gross but dude, it just means she can like grow a beanstalk in your backyard, right?"

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