[u]Po looks up, his eyes glazed over. He turns his head too you, his face soaked with sweat.[/u] Nothing like that, just changing bodies. I had a..... mishap with this one a little earlier. [u]Po raises his shirt, showing a blistered and rotting cavity covering the left side of his chest.[/u] I accidentally stabbed myself with a potent toxin that I hadn't fully known the effects of. It's already working it's way to my heart, so I need to change bodies fast. [u]Po covers the hole back up, finishing the rest of the circle. He removes a dagger from his bag. It's long, jagged blade is covered in ornate symbols and runes long forgotten. The edges of it are stained with crimson. He raises the blade too his forehead, almost as if he's praying to it. He takes the blade into both hands, then plunges it deep into his chest. As the blood from his body comes into contact with the symbols, a bright darkness envelopes both of the bodies. Strands of white erupt from Po's body, chaining together and flooding into the corpse. The corpse's face suddenly is flush with color. It sits up, coughing and sputtering.[/u]