So, as this is something I started as practice, let's just get this over with this first: there's no guarantee that I'll ever finish the whole thing. My attention span is shit, as soon as I hyperfocus on another thing it's adios, amigos. (For at least 6 months, if not 5 years or 5ever.) Also, I don't write a lot and my style is rather convoluted, sorry about the consequences- you are already experiencing them. Anyway, I've never jotted down any of… these types of ideas, ever. So there's that, too. Anywho, without further ado...
„I imagine... this is pretty high on your list of 'worst decisions ever made'." is all she can muster in a voice that has an unfamiliar tinge of a higher pitch while looking down at an extended arm that is definitely not hers. As in, things she wasn't born with.
"I..." he starts, trying to rationalize the situation, but cuts the sentence off right there. The face, which used to be her playing field, looks just as stern and vaguely embarrassed as his would, and is quickly losing color, then gaining more than usual. A slim hand halfheartedly twitches into motion to reverse the mistake, to no avail- another digs into now longer hair in disbelief.
His devil fruit was, naturally, left with his body- a body which now she resides in. So if they want to regain their... privacy should be the word, well...
She looks back at her "new" hands- this doesn't feel all that different. Apart from her head not hurting from hitting it into a shelf yesterday, that is- instead, there is an easy to ignore stinging in her left wrist and side which might as well be from straining or a fall. As far as powers are concerned, though... she has no idea where to even begin if she wanted to give them a try. She's not even sure how Law ended up swapping them in the first place; after the first few hours of acquaintance it's clear that it takes little talent to push the man's thinly veiled buttons; playing dumb is beyond effective, even if it's sarcasm, -to which he is no stranger to in the first place, so what even is his deal?- but no matter what happened, he always kept his head straight. At least he did in this almost-week of acquaintance. He didn't drink as far as she knows, either, nor had an especially bad day, so... what was it that pushed him over the brink?
The handful of eye witnesses are also frozen in shock.
"Holy shit," is all that Usopp breathes as the 'yes, that just happened' sinks in. Chopper keeps slurping from his straw, even though his cup of milkshake has been empty for the past ten seconds. If the legends are to be trusted, they've experienced the consequences firsthand, and are also connecting the one, big, problematic dot in the picture based on it. Shachi and Penguin, who have presumably witnessed the effects more often, seem to be taking it better. Seem to.
"Well... thiiis is awkward," states the latter.
"And will remain so until it's... fixed," adds Shachi, scratching his nose. "... does this mean we have, like, two captains now?" he asks a second later, wondering.
"Well... I ain't no captain of yours." The statement in the de facto voice of their actual captain ups the awkwardness by multiple levels.
Grimacing, Penguin looks at Law, who has been staring at a nondescript wood grain on deck and is holding his head as he's likely trying to figure out something to deal with the problem; then shifts his attention to his captain's body and her in it, where he's greeted with a shrug. "As nice as it would be to have a cute captain, I guess we better hurry and do something as soon as possible." He summarizes. Shachi hums.
„Shucks, thanks~" The uncharacteristic tone makes the boys rather squeamish at this point while Law is reconsidering his life choices. The girl continues unfazed, though: "As for the fix, it's not that I couldn't... try. What's the worst that could happen, right?" Unsettling visions of many kind flash in front of everyone's eyes; before the occupant of her body could say anything, she concludes as a matter of fact: "Ripping out some vital organ and killing us both in an instant is what it is." She scratches her beard- this is a thing she has now. Which is actually pretty cool, because sometimes she muses over growing one, just for the hell of it- but then keep shaving for the rest of her life whenever she doesn't want it around? No, thank you. Now she gets to experience it free of charge, if this can be said about the situation.
Also, she's so... tall. She could get used to this, yes... feeling it. A lot.
"Is what it is," he speaks up finally, ignoring the amused half-smile that's slowly spreading over the girl called Kat's new face; "You'll need to go through some training before we even attempt this, or anything else, on a living target. Until that..." he takes a hard-to-identify look at himself, "we'll... have to get by as we can."
"No need to overthink it, alright. Should be fine." she assures him. "The longer I think about it, the more enjoyable this adventure seems, actually." She couldn't hide her grin if she wanted to. And even if she could... that glint in her eye? Whatever she's thinking of, it's a No and earns a suspicious look on Law's part.
"No funny business with my body." As the imagination if the boys is taking an obvious and immediate turn towards uncharted, wild, wild territories, he feels the need to clarify. Really now, if these hooligans had popcorn lying around, they'd be munching on it as if watching some especially exciting play unfold. "You will stay put; as in, right here. On board of one of the ships. Meanwhile I will stay put as best as I can while managing my crew, too, got it?"
"Yes, yes, geez," she says, rolling her eyes. Her place is right over there, down the coast past the docks, within plain sight, but whatever. He's lucky that right after the weekend there's a holiday, so she's free to play along for roughly six days despite having had other plans.
He doesn't look convinced. Well then.
"I will not promise to stick to your diet, training plan, music taste, or... whatever your daily routine is, okay?" she continues, counting out the items on her hands- those tattooed to hell-and-back hands. Steering her attention back on topic, she straightens herself to pledge in as official of a manner as possible, even forcing herself to keep eye contact for more than one second: "But I hereby also declare to do my best not to get your body maimed by marines, headhunters, or any of the people you've pissed off with your attitude in the past twenty-something years." She closes her left hand, save one finger. "Pinky promise." After a moment of consideration, she adds 'you better give me a list, though'. He is a man of many secrets and twenty locks on his mouth, after all. Also, she doesn't actually know shit about him past being as much of a wallflower as her, possibly having a degree and also a Reputation- keeping up with the news in general is not Kat's forte.
Law pulls his mouth to the side, but seems more relaxed upon hearing that. Then he turns around, leaving the expectant audience somewhat disappointed. "I'm... going back to my room. Come down tomorrow at 8. And do not fool around with the devil fruit powers until then."
"... should I just tell people who come to me that you fucked up?" she shouts after him before the door of the submarine could close. It stops halfway and stays ajar for a while. A harder pill to swallow than expected, huh.
He needs a minute to consider how to answer- the initial thought was to groan an exasperated "no, pretend everything's normal", but... getting his body back may take anything from a few days' time to... straight-up months, depending on her skills and outside forces. The option also leaves way too much room for shenanigans, which, based on the past two days, this woman here appears to indulge in. The harmless ones, yes... but she didn't appear to be one for Strawhat-brand tomfoolery at first, either, and what did he know. All in all, he's better off being safe than sorry. "Don't advertise it outside the alliance for both of our sakes, if you please. Also, they should look for me- I mean, you, if my skills are needed. The remaining ones, that is."
"Aye aye, captain~" he can hear from not too far away, with sarcastic tinge still intact. Law closes the door, staying still for a few seconds before making his way down to his chamber- does he really sound like that? He really needs to sleep on this if he can. Also, he has a rather big bump on his head and it stings.
The cool winds of the early night dissolve Kat's excitement from a mere minute ago, and she can feel her inner clock hitting one before bedtime. As she's about to turn around and get her stuff, it occurs to her that she's not supposed to go home- which gives her another rush of blood, and a slight sense of alarm.
"Wait... where will I sleep?" she snaps back, expecting the answer from the four silent judges still idling by.
Chopper stops slurping.