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~ 27 [Action]

[After a rude awakening in the barracks by Simon to discover the village is slowly patching itself up, Gelda's heading back to house #27 to check up on her housemates- Both the temporary ones and the usual. There's something strange going on today, that much is certain, but she can't quite put her finger on it just yet.

Of course, those who're familiar with Gelda will realize she looks a bit odd herself. She's wearing something similar to an army uniform and seems a bit more fit than usual. Feel free to run into her while she's heading home and ask her about this strange attire.

When she gets home, the first thing she'll do is check up on Nephry, Dist and Anise. If there is something strange going on, they may be affected as well.]

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[The moment she hears Regal's voice, Gelda stops listening to the actual words and focuses solely on that female tone. Oh no... Oh no, not another one! Not the same thing that affected Dist!

She gets up from her chair again and, without giving any kind of reply, strides towards the kitchen counter to get a closer look at Regal. The first thing her eyes will be drawn towards is his (or is it "her"?) chest.]

[Why hello there Gelda, aren't we looking mighty perky today?]

[Her lover has breasts. Her lover has breasts. Nice ones at that, but that's not the point! If Regal, just like Dist, is convinced h- she was a woman all this time, that just leaves the question: Whose memories are being tempered with? Has her lover always been a woman?]

... I need to ask you something. It may sound strange, but I believe there's an experiment at work today.

[Regal doesn't turn away from the pot she's stirring, but she does tilt her head out of curiosity. She apparently hasn't noticed anything out of the ordinary about Gelda just yet-- then again, however, the differences there aren't quite so... noticeable.]

An experiment? What makes you think that?

[She pauses for a moment, biting her bottom lip. What if Regal remembers their relationship differently? She'll need to tread carefully.]

In my memories, you aren't a woman. You're... male.

[... well. The stirring stops, and Regal turns to face Gelda, mentally noting that she's never seen her in that particular outfit before. That by itself isn't ringing any alarm bells just yet, however. But Regal wants to make sure she just heard that correctly, so:]

... male?

[She gives a curt nod, feeling rather silly.] Male, yes. The same accounts for Dist, who seems to be having trouble fitting into her clothing today. I remember Anise being only fourteen years old even though she's clearly eighteen now. And Nephry... is a Lieutenant Colonel in the Malkuth army, though I clearly remember her being the Governess of Keterburg.

[That's odd. Regal will abandon the pot for a moment to step closer, raising a hand to rest it against Gelda's forehead to check for a fever. What else could explain these crazy hallucinations.]

Hmm... you don't appear to have a fever. Perhaps the heat is getting to you; why don't you sit down and I'll get you a glass of water?

[Well. Gelda's a little offended by that remark. She'd think Regal of all people would believe her. She steps away from her housemate's hand, shaking her head softly.]

I believe it's an experiment, or perhaps a side-effect of repairing the village and its barrier. If you need proof, simply go to see Dist. [She waves her hand vaguely towards Dist's room. Go on, then.]

[She frowns, considering this. An experiment WOULD explain everything Gelda mentioned...]

I'll be right back.

[And off she goes in the direction of Dist's room... only to return a few moments later with a deer-in-the-headlights expression on her face. Oh goddess, Dist has breasts. There are not even words for how many levels of wrong that is.]

[It may have been wrong on many levels, but it ironically proved Gelda to be right. That's why she smiles faintly at the expression on Regal's face. She's not one to say "I told you so", but...]

It's quite a sight, isn't it?

One that I never wanted to see, though I must admit it is strangely fitting somehow. I'm glad I escaped the effects of this particular experiment myself.

[Because dude, being a guy? How creepy would that be? You'd have to pee standing up!]

[Regal, let's not speak too soon. There's no telling whose memories are right and whose are wrong. If Gelda's right then, well... Oh, let's not burst her bubble.]

Yes, I can imagine. As handsome of a man as I remember you being, you aren't a bad woman either.

[Regal shakes her head with a combination of amusement and horror.]

I'd rather not entertain that thought for very long. A man? I suppose it could be worse, but I would still prefer to remain in my own body without any such alterations.

[Hearing Regal talk so badly of her male self is a little disheartening to Gelda. That is the man she loves, after all. ... Or thinks she loves. Perhaps if Regal knew what sort of a man her male self is, she'd think better of him.]

... So what's for dinner? [She leans closer to the kitchen counter to have a look at what's on the stove.]

[Little does Gelda know that in Regal's mind, not only has she always been a woman, but she's also with Gelda. You know, with Gelda. Which might make things just a little bit awkward when that part comes out (ha ha).]

Nothing fancy, just some chicken in an apricot glaze and potato salad. I thought it might be nice to have something cool during this hot weather, and that would give us enough leftovers for lunch or dinner tomorrow.

[Uh, you might want to watch where you're leaning, Gelda, because you're now pretty much at eye level with those boobs, and since Regal has turned slightly while they were talking, Gelda is probably getting pretty up close and personal with them right about now.]

[That sounds pretty good to Gelda. She prefers chicken over other kinds of meat, most of the time, and glaze works well with anything. While she's still mulling that over, she suddenly comes face-to-face with Regal's chest. She's just not used to a rack so big it can invade her personal space when she gets too close. Her eyes widen slightly before she quickly backs away, a mild blush on her cheeks. Act casual, act casual...!]

A-ah, that sounds delicious. I look forward to it. [Her smile is pretty convincing, if only at how ridiculous the situation is.]

[Unfortunately for her, Regal takes that blush entirely the wrong way and thinks she's being coy. Well now, two can play at that game... she's going to abandon the stirring for a moment (surely it won't boil over if she's distracted for just a few seconds) in favor of reaching out to rest her hands on Gelda's waist. Aaaaand leaning in for a kiss now...]

[The moment Regal places her hands on Gelda's waist, she already realizes what's going to happen here. She's just not entirely sure what to do about it. Regal is the one she loves, the one who looked after her all this time (and viceversa). She can't just reject him because he's suddenly a she- What if she was always a she and it's Gelda who's wrong?

Needless to say, she isn't backing away, though she isn't exactly welcoming the kiss either. She's a bit too confused to take any kind of action. It feels so different when it's coming from a woman.]

[Part of that difference would undoubtedly be those (rather large) boobs pressing up against Gelda's own chest. As for the rest of it, however, the way Regal kisses is very much Regal, even if the body isn't what Gelda is used to. The technique is still the same; if nothing else, that should reassure her that this really is Regal.

Or that might make things even worse, either or. But Regal will break the kiss and pull away once she senses that Gelda isn't exactly into it, studying the other's face with a puzzled expression.]

Are you sure you're feeling well?

[Same technique or not, there's still a difference between rough manly lips and soft female ones. A difference Gelda hadn't expected to ever encounter first-hand. And then the chest pressing up against her, oh lord. She feels relieved when her partner backs away again, if only so she can release that breath she's been holding and pull herself together again.

She can't get herself to meet Regal's eyes, though. She feels like she disappointed her and seeing Regal's expression will just make her feel worse about it.]

I'm... I'm fine. The experiment is simply getting to me.

[At the moment, Regal just thinks that Gelda is being affected by a combination of fatigue and the experiment, maybe even hunger as well. She understands all too well how much of a mood-killer that can be, so she'll lean in to press one brief kiss to Gelda's forehead before turning her attention back to that pot so that the apricot glaze doesn't bubble over.]

Perhaps you should go sit down and have a glass of water. That might help you feel better until dinner is ready.

[She can't deny Regal has a point. Ever since the earthquake happened, she hasn't been sleeping well; She's just been running around healing people and fretting about those monsters. Some rest would do her some good.]

Yes... I'll do that. Thank you.

[She fills a glass with water before sitting down at the table, smiling faintly. Woman or not, Regal's still her knight in shining armor.]

[... and the awkwardness still reigns. Time to do something about that.]

So, how was your day? I would hope there is less demand for healing now that the majority of the injuries from the earthquake have been treated and those monsters have disappeared. It looks like the buildings have even started to repair themselves again.

Yes, they have. A rude young man entered the barracks early in the morning, demanding that we move our patients at once because the clinic has been rebuilt. All because he desperately wanted to train.

[She still hasn't realized that rude young man was Simon.]