“I have an idea,” I said to both of them. “It’s weird but just follow my commands.”
With nothing to do and nothing more to talk about, Carim and Aylwin followed my fancy. I unpossessed Gren’s body and asked Aylwin to carve his face out. The unweaving process is a sick thing that I couldn't leave my eyes on. With careful hands, Aylwin traced the outer perimeter of the face’s skin. A glowing blue line is left where his finger traced. When Aylwin has circled back and made an oblong around Gren’s face, he pinched the seams and pulled it out slowly. Sinews formed between layers and pulling it out made a sloppy sound. All that was left is Gren’s featureless face and barely breathing body. I can’t imagine the discomfort we’re doing to his body right now. First I possessed him and now his face is gone.
I grabbed the shepherd’s face and draped it on my face like how Aylwin and Carim did it. Just like before, a foam of skin bubbled where the seams were and covered my entire skin. If I could compare it, possession is better than this skinsuit. But skin suit feels more bare and personal. The skin covered my body and I came out naked and gasping for breath. The cold wind of the night licked my bosom, sending shivers running up my spine. Carim was nice enough to grab a change of clothing from the wagon.
Next, I gave Carim Gren’s face and the mercenary to Aylwin. Skin burst forth and covered their respective bodies. Aylwin grabbed a set of leather armor from the wagon while Carim unequipped Gren’s armor and wear it for himself.
“What’s the point of this exactly?” Aylwin said in a gruff voice. Carim nodded with Gren’s face.
“Absolutely nothing!” I said with the shepherd's voice. Well, not absolutely nothing. I just want to see ourselves in different bodies.