Age Changing Meme!

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AGE CHANGING MEME

Because the child-unfriendly streets of the colony are clearly the best places for children right

SURPRISE! You are not the age you were before! Are you older? Younger? Do you remember being the way you were before, or has it always been this way? Did CERES mess up the coding again?

Want to play out a game AU of tiny babies running amok on the streets? Old geezers telling everyone to get off their lawn? Anything in-between? Go nuts and have fun!!

Meme taken from here!

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Mutsunokami Yoshiyuki | 153-213

[newtimes]

( Look... he's literally a new spirit in this world right now, especially when you consider that those first hundred years was spent sleeping and developing a sense of awareness to begin with. Appearance wise, he looks mostly the same-- he still has wild cowlicks all over and his eyes are bright and smiling but his hair is tied back and he has a much calmer aura to him. He also doesn't have that very special gun of his anywhere on him.

You won't catch Mutsu running around at this age nor will you catch him shooting off his mouth at anyone who will listen. He's quieter right now, much more observant as he takes in everything around him and tries to find his place and purpose. Instead, you can find him sitting properly-- waiting, even-- for anyone to come for him. Maybe he has some tea and snacks for anyone who might keep him company right now but he hasn't touched any of it for himself. He's more preoccupied with looking out the window at a world he hasn't seen... yet.

He's almost over three hundred years younger than he should be but he's more serious and mature than he ever will be. Oh, well, he was always a bit of a contrary spirit at least??? )

[spes_phthisica]

[Mutsu has gained himself a tiny observer.

On one hand, he's a stranger, and Souji has next to no experience in how to interact with strangers, which makes them a bit scary. On the other, he looks nice and calm and... friendly, right? It looks so peaceful, sitting there with the steam from the tea curling in the air in front of him, gazing through the window as the golden evening sun falls in slanting beams into the room.

From having been peering around the doorframe, he hesitantly nudges the door a bit more open, takes a hesitant little step... and stops. Should he back out again? Should he stay where he is? Should he walk closer? In the end, he dips into a stiff little bow, gazing up at Mutsu through his fringe.]

I'm... sorry? [For what is unclear, and he sounds rather uncertain that this is the right thing to say as well.]

[oldtimes]

( He'd noticed the small child hiding behind the doorway but had opted to say nothing about it. When he was ready, Mutsu was certain he would come forward and sure enough, he steps forward with an awkward bow and apology of sorts. Mutsu can really only smile as he turns his attention to the boy. He's reminded of the children at the Sakamoto house-- small; hardly large enough to carry a sword like him and certainly of no use to him but with plenty of potential in the future, )

It's okay. ( In response to an unclear apology. Though nothing was ever wrong, it's best to let the boy in front of him know that everything is fine. Mutsu beckons for him to come closer, ) Are ya lost?

late but hi

[plunderage]

[something catches Britain's eyes as he's ambling through the streets of Cerealia. this place is weird, weird and attractive in that everything is so shiny and new and HE WANTS IT ALL. the fact that something is able to distract him from all this shiny is a feat in and of itself.

Britain must find out what is calling to him.

and, lo. he sees what appears to be a young man just sitting there. but there's an aura surrounding him. he's not human. but then, what is he? a spirit? Britain's going to find out.

very shortly, Mutsu will find the end of a long pistol pointed at him. connected to that pistol is a blond man with an over-sized red coat draped over his shoulders]

What are you? [to the point]

never late

[oldtimes]

( There are too many strange and new things in this world for Mutsu. He's confused more confused than surprised when he finds himself staring down the barrel of a gun. He's heard of guns-- powerful weapons from the west that are very hard to come by. So hard to find, he's never seen one himself, in his limited time in this world. He's oblivious to the danger of this situation and if anything, finds it amusing once the initial confusion has passed.

What a strange and rude man this is, waving things in his face. Are all westerners (he is a westerner, right?) like this? )

Hah, hah! A lot of people can tell the difference here. ( It's strange. Frankly, he isn't even used to being seen by so many but apparently this saniwa that summoned him has a great power.

Still kneeling, he turns to position himself so that he can face England directly. He also carefully slides the sword that had been at his other side to his front. England might notice an aura coming from the sword-- the same as Mutsu. ) If ya wanna know about me, ya'll have better luck exchanging words but since ya asked...

( But still, he lowers himself to bow to the stranger. He's a good a sword-- respectful to people so as to not embarrass his family. )

I'm Mutsunokami Yoshiyuki, sword to the Sakamoto family.

[plunderage]

[what a polite young man! or... young thing. whatever he is. England raises one furry brow in question before pulling back the gun. his question was answered, so there's no reason to threaten]

Did you say sword? [his eyes flick over to the sword Mutsu is holding. sure enough, the auras are one and the same. it's weird. he's never seen anything like that before... and he's seen a lot of things] You're a sword?

[oldtimes]

( And he rises, sitting up straight once more, )

That's right. There're swords in ya'r country too. ( There are a lof of things he doesn't know about the world still but every country has swords, right? ) I'm a tsukumogami. Do you have those in your country too?

[plunderage]

I don't know what that is. [an easy smirk comes to England's lips. even if he's confused, he doesn't show it. he sweeps his eyes over Mutsu again, and the sword he is holding] But if you're a real sword, then I want you.

[oldtimes]

( To which Mutsu's grip on his sword tightens. He doesn't like where this is going but he stands his ground, )

I have a family and master already.

[plunderage]

[sounds like the sword gets it. that just makes England's grin wider, amused]

Well, now, I don't care about that. [it's more fun if someone else owns Mutsu anyway. then England can have the pleasure of stealing him. the glint of maliciousness in his eyes is unmistakable] All I care about is getting you back to m'ship.

[newtimes]

( That's scary. Until arriving here, he's never left his home and so the thought of being stolen truly frightens him. Which is ironic, considering his most famous master is destined to steal him away some day but England you are not that person okay!!! )

I'm not leaving but I suggest ya do.

( Otherwise they'll have to fight, and he really doesn't like that. )

[plunderage]

Can't do that. You're too special. [he holsters his gun, then draws a cutlass from a scabbard hidden behind his back] But I'll give ye a fair fight. I wanna see what you can do.

shhhh

[helmets]

[ the thing is, death never ages.

another couple hundred years and celty still looks the same: body of a woman in her early 20's, still young and nubile, forever in her helmet and bodysuit. the only thing that's changed at all is her demeanor, perhaps. she's lived for an even longer time now, watched cities rise and fall, the birth and death of days. there's still that timeless air about her and that's probably something that will never disappear.

nothing really surprises her anymore, but perhaps seeing mutsu like this does make her do a bit of a double take. he's always been so vibrant, so loud and colorful and full of life, just like sakamoto. this new subdued version of him seems so different; the fact that he's actually sitting still is a feat in a of itself.

but an old friend is still an old friend and celty joins him, sitting next to him as he looks out the window. she takes out her device and turns on the voice application. ]

Waiting for someone?