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Age Changing Meme!

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!!

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[If you think she's rude now, come meet her as a very jaded five year old after she inadvertently caused her mother to have a nervous breakdown because of her powers and got taken to a special kindergarten for level 7 espers. Where she was neglected and shunned by her caretakers. Fun times for everyone!

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hands_off.]

[There are a few different flavors of Rock Lee available! Although... honestly, most of them act the same. The primary differences are strength levels and the amount of shit they've been through.

~8 Years Old: This child with a ponytail has not yet truly begun the path of hard work. He is struggling to make it in his first days of ninja school without any natural talent and is used to being taunted by his classmates for being a failure.

13-14 Years Old: Pre-Timeskip Lee. This is pretty much like the current version of Lee, just smaller and younger, plus he hasn't yet earned his flak jacket. Also available is the sad period where he has to walk around with a crutch and has been told that he'll never ninja again.

Adult Lee (30s) Rock Lee has grown up and become relatively more responsible. In his older age, Rock Lee seems to have embraced a unique philosophy known as "fuck sleeves tbh".

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[To put it lightly nothing ever goes well when a child is forced to deal with the death of his parents and abandonment issues due to being passed from foster to foster, on top of repressed memories thanks to having an incredibly powerful Shadow sealed into him.

Minato's younger self is quite alike to him, but he has the distinction of being incredibly unsettling and creepy thanks to being more or less an emotional flatline with little regard for his life and a whole lot of issues besides.

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orpheaned!]

[Kazuya as a child was bewilderingly different to his older self. He was still blunt (he will always have a direct path from brain to mouth, sadly), but it was heavily tempered by the fact that he was very shy and hesitant. To any strange adults or teenagers that approached him, he constantly looked half-petrified, like he expected them to eat him or run him off somewhere.

Probably not helped by his "imaginary friend", who was determined to keep Kazuya was interacting with anyone taller than him by declaring them all cannibals (it had to explain what that was, and it did, in gleeful, gruesome detail) or scoundrels. What's a demon to do when its host turns into a very breakable, killable child? Make it so terrified that it didn't do anything dangerous, of course! Kazuya would most likely come across as bizarre with how he spoke to this "imaginary friend" out loud, no matter who was watching.

In short, who wants to talk to this skittish, semi-possessed child?]

[There was a mini-Minny. He didn't know the guy had a little brother in Cerealia. One that looked, so eerily like him...

...

Possibly a son??? No, wait, that'd be stupid. Minny would've had to be... just how old was he again?]

Er, hey. [How did one even talk to kids? He had a feeling that Midori-style interactions wouldn't go down well here] You an Arisato?

[The contrast between Souji as an adult and as a child is a stark one. While the former is cheerful, incredibly social and excessively childish, the latter is quiet and withdrawn, clever beyond his years but also, it has to be said, a little bit creepy. There is just something rather unsettling about the way he stares, and the unexpected sharpness in his tone from time to time, and the way he just never seems to smile.

He is also absolutely indistinguishable from a little girl, and is dressed in obviously not modern clothes.]

a; Streets, OTA

[He can be found wandering about the streets for a while, staring with wide eyes at everything that comes across as incomprehensible to a nine-year-old from 19th century Japan. Which is, more or less, practically everything. Sometimes he flinches away if someone gets too near, and while he might seem remarkably together for a child wandering around on his own, his small hands are closed into tight fists, and they're shaking.

Occasionally, he'll wander up to a stranger, child or adult, and pull a bit awkwardly at their sleeve.]

Can you help me? I need to go somewhere.

b; Swordhaus, semi-open to anyone who might be there

[He has found a sword - probably someone's vessel, perhaps only put down for a moment while its owner is busy with something. He's kneeling on the ground, the sword in front of him, and after a moment or two he reaches out hesitantly and picks it up. Turns it over in his hands. Bites his lip. Grabs it by the hilt and-

-throws it across the floor, away from himself, as if it just bit him. He looks rather distressed.]

I can't do that. I can't.

[Tiny weirdo.]

c; The park, OTA

[The tiny boy has found a tiny pig, which seems to have gotten attached to him. He's rather happy to have made a friend, and is now taking it for a walk in the park. By running back and forth in front of him, the pig even manages to spur him into running a bit, jumping over smaller obstacles, climbing a couple of moderate-sized rocks. He's not quite smiling, and his movements are still a bit timid, but there is something at least a bit lighter and more relaxed about him now.

Right until the moment both the pig and he manage to head on collide with someone, at least. Then he looks positively mortified and, it has to be said, rather frightened as well, bowing deeply and shuffling in front of the pig just in case.]

I'm very sorry. I should've looked where I was going.

Edited 2015-11-07 23:48 (UTC)

[Cain is twelve, although he looks about nine--and if you thought he was short and frail before, you didn't know him when he wasn't getting three squares a day. Well, now you do, I suppose.

In any case, he's tiny, pale, and waifish, and he is not happy about this. Unfortunately for him, a strong breeze would knock him off his feet just now.]

a. 7/8ish
[ as a child of this age, haru is still as quiet and serious as ever with a healthy dose of fearful wariness of human adults. he looks younger than he actually is, if only because he's quite small and too thin-- he's obviously missed more than a few meals. he also has a bad habit of flinching at any sign of raised voices or rough play, but he doesn't run from it.

despite that, he's a very dutiful little kid, and will occasionally be found clumsily doing chores around the house (cooking, dishes, laundry) with the aid of a taller step-stool. ]

b. 27
[ ten years later, haru's still quite petite, but he's obviously grown into himself. he's a lot more confident than he used to be, and he can even smile a little now and then. his powers have grown a great deal, as well as his mastery over them, and he's become a fairly accomplished swordsman by now.

.. thanks to ten years of his more fashionable swords' assistance, he's finally given up the grandpa cardigans and ancient clothes and dresses more fashionably. he also keeps his hair in a ponytail that reaches roughly his shoulderblades.. and the underside of his hair is still pastel pink. ]

[Welcome to Time To Break Your Heart, population: Oona. She might look rather different, being scrawnier and looking to be about the equivalent of 16 or s, with hair that only reaches her chin. And, most importantly, no scars whatsoever.

She also just radiates a totally different sort of aura. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, she's gotten the hang of walking around on two legs, wearing clothes, and speaking English (which, for easiness' sake, she still knows!) and seems fascinated to be here.

In fact, she doesn't seem to have any of her older self's memories, running around and seeming delighted by everything.

If your character isn't noticeably not-human, expect the young girl to frantically approach your character and grab their hands with a grin] You! You are human, yes? Ah, you are so cute! You live here yes, this is a...a city? Lots of humans! They are everywhere!

[She sounds so excited] What do you do? Live nearby? Tell everything! Is there a port? Are there sailors? Want to meet more!

[Maybe it's the strange, broken speech pattern that'll clue you in on who this is supposed to be, though, if nothing else.]

[OR PART B]

[Oona here is absolutely fascinated by the technology. So many blinking lights and strange things she never had under the sea. She's got a ring of flowers on her head and thing of fries in one hand, curiously nibbling on them as she walks.

At a crosswalk, the symbol goes from the green walking man to the red-orange stop/don't walk sign, but Oona has no idea what that mean. All she sees is something changing colors/symbols, and her curiosity compels her to...step right off the curb.

Someone grab her before she gets hit?]

Edited 2015-11-08 00:16 (UTC)

( 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??? )

Edited 2015-11-08 00:42 (UTC)

Ah, the little master is working very hard~

[ An oodachi spirit is going to kneel down to Haru's level to interrupt from whatever chore he was doing, but a nice pork bun in hand and held out just for him. Haru also gets a little pat on the head for good measure and a gentle smile from the bigger sword. ]

But! He should take breaks too. Otherwise he has no time to eat like a little master should.

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[ haru is still clearly not quite sure how to deal with or talk to the spirits that claim to be his sword tsukumogami. he's used to spirits in general, of course, because he's seen them his entire short little life, but.. most of the spirits he's familiar with aren't strong. they're bound to his parents' house, or they're tiny tree and plant spirits.. things like that. and while they seem to like haru and talk to him and teach him things, it's not like this.

he pauses in the middle of scrubbing a pot, tiny hands engulfed in giant rubber gloves, pale green eyes wide and solemn and still a little nervous. he clutches the pot as he glances from the oodachi down to the bun, then back up to the oodachi again. .. it's really for him? really?

slowly, hesitantly, he sets the pot back down in the sink, pulling the gloves off and setting them aside. he fidgets nervously atop his step-stool for a moment or two more, then he cautiously reaches for the bun. --when he has it, he then splits it promptly in two, offering the second half out to ima without a word. ]

[ They can blame timey-wimey shenanigans for this sort of confusion on poor Haru. Meanwhile Ima gives as many fucks as he would were he a tantou:

That is, absolutely none. ]

For me? Aren't you kind, Haru-sama~ I graciously accept it.

[ He does a bow of his head and takes the half out of Haru's hands. Those thin wrists, even for a small child, make him frown a bit, but he hides it behind taking a good bite into the pork bun. ]

... Does the master often do tasks like this? Usually a parent or an adult should do it.

[ the look he gives the oodachi at that comment is a slightly puzzled one. slowly, he eases himself to sit on the top step of his step-stool, practically curling himself around his bun. he's been here a little while now, but food like this--good, fresh, hot--still hasn't lost its novelty for him. he's not used to having more than the bare basics-- and sometimes not even that. everything he can spare, he usually gives to his younger sisters.

he takes a bite of it, eyes closing briefly as he chews silently. when he swallows, he forces himself to pause. he doesn't want it gone too soon, after all.

lifting his eyes again to the oodachi, one skinny shoulder lifts in a tiny shrug. ]

.. I.. [ ah.. it's okay to talk to the spirits here. he shouldn't be nervous. ] I-- I do them at home.

That is because no one else will do them if Master does not, I presume.

[ He's steel given life but it's enough life to just feel a pang of hurt for his saniwa. There's that faint memory of how Haru, a bigger Haru, giving him a pile of snacks, combing his hair... Watching this smaller saniwa cherish something small like that, something he picked up on a whim. So, he sets his half of it on the table and gets up, moving over to the sink. ]

Tell you what, I'll finish up cleaning that pot and the dishes. Finish your food and watch over the last bit of my steam bun- You can eat it too if you're still hungry.

[ He's not inclined to do chores, but this time is fine. Scooting the stepping over, he takes the gloves Haru used (maybe they should get Haru smaller gloves, they shouldn't fit Ima's hands) and gets to work. Fear him, caked-on grease. ]

( there are several versions of inaba you can choose from.

four year old inaba, which is the youngest of all inabas, is actually really smart! she can write her own name in hiragana and has watched a romance movie before. in german. she also knows what a deep kiss is.

middle school inaba tends to distance herself even more than her high school counterpart; she's kind to others, but tries her best not to show it. she doesn't have any friends, and is actually rather lonely.

high school inaba is the same as her normal counterpart. or rather, that is her normal counterpart. you're free to choose an earlier version of her as well - specifically either hito random inaba, pre-canon or hell, even asu random (aka amnesiac!inaba) as well.

and there's also post-canon inaba, who has graduated high school and is going to college with taichi. she pretty much acts the same, really, though her hair is a little longer, her clothes a little more colorful.

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miniban! )

[ haru startles as he and his step-stool are slid out of the way of the sink, half rising as if to protest. this doesn't seem right. there's a lot he doesn't know about his swords at this age, but he knows at least that imanotsurugi is famous. he definitely shouldn't be doing something as mundane as the dishes. ]

I-- I can-- [ he can do them??? he doesn't mind. .. of course, he also wants to finish the bun while it's warm. and he's not sure if he's really allowed to protest if one of the swords wants to do something, even if that something is haru's chores. ]

I-Ima-san. [ nervous again, he sinks back down, hovering on the edge of the step, the bun held between small hands and green eyes very wide. ] You don't.. have to..

[Yep, the girl's definitely getting scooped out of the way. Namur hauls her under one arm even as he lifts his leg and slams his foot into the grill of the oncoming car, stopping it instantly. He scowls at the driver, who is understandably upset, and tells them in no uncertain terms how little he cares and where they can shove it. Then he saunters back to the sidewalk, dropping the girl slowly so she'll have a chance to land on her feet.]

Word a advice sweetheart, stay on the sidewalk, aye-

[And then his brows draw together and he looks utterly confused. He leans down to sniff at her to be sure.]

... Oona?

[ if you run across a small child wearing something that looks like a lab gown and an expression of utter puzzlement, yes, you've run into Adolf Reinhardt, age 8. he doesn't resemble much of his older self: there aren't any scars, for one, minus the small red irritation on his left cheek, and his carefully crafted neutrality isn't quite there yet in his younger counterpart.

if anything, the kid looks a little scared— what did he do wrong, this time? why did they put him here? where is 'here'?

he's not really supposed to be out without his supervisor's permission, so after a long while staring down at his feet, he'll walk over to the nearest person and speak up very quietly: ]

...Do you know where Professor Bellwood is?

(( ooc; or, you know, do whatever!! wildcard it up, i'm game for anything. ♥

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s1042! ))

[awwww... look at all the cute little babies running around here? don't you want to see babby Engwand too?

WELL. TOO BAD.

the England you get is a nasty, rebellious teenager who has nothing better to do than to take what isn't his and hoard it. you have a shiny piece of jewelry? what about a brand new jacket? his sights are set on it now. and he's not afraid of using unethical tricks to get it.

so here comes Britain, sauntering into the ~~meme~~ room in almost a lazy fashion. a long red coat is draped over his shoulders, and he's even got a blunderbuss tucked into his belt. he's chewing on what probably should be a pipe, but it's just a long piece of straw. his boots look a little wet, like he'd just stepped in water, and he smells like the sea.

do you dare cross his path?

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Edited 2015-11-08 04:57 (UTC)

[ Oh, Inaba knows what's going on here. She knows exactly what's going on, and it comes to Inaba to no surprise because of fucking course CERES would pull shit like this.

But Inaba doesn't show surprise in her expression. No, instead she shows something more neutral, calm. If only because she's done this before for a few weeks. She's not sure if she should thank or curse Heartseed for giving her experience in this situation. Because she can deal with this rather fine.

Though, she does have to ask, just in case as she brings her hand up in greeting: ]

...Yo. You don't know who I am, do you? [ She needs to make certain if this is just physical or if it's both. And she knows that the last time it was both, they still recognized people from their "normal" age. ]

[Older? Younger? The best of both worlds, actually: A reincarnated little kid, ten thousand years in the future?? Great.]

[This Chibi isn't nearly as talkative, nor as well-versed in Eliatrope culture; he is, after all, from a time his people are not. What he does have, though, is the same hat and the same wide-eyed curiosity he's always had. He has no clue what all the lights are, nor all the people, so tall and so unfamiliar. This isn't Emelka, or the icy place Jiva took him to that he can barely remember.]

[What he does know, though, is that his brother is missing. This is something he needs to fix, and now. Walking around wearing a worried furrow on his brow, Chibi weaves through all those people (all their legs), obviously searching for something. If he bumps into you, he might not even apologize, but just keep going.]

[But if you look helpful, he might ask, in a tiny voice:] Have you seen my brother? He's a black dragon. [No, really.]

[Oona likes wandering the city, regardless of the time of day. It's just usually she's too busy sleeping to really appreciate the daytime hours, but when wandering around in the day means access to spending (too much) on sweets, she might come around to a more normal sleep schedule.

She's not really used to people speaking up to her either, especially not children, so at first she just stares in confusion.

Looks around... Nope, definitely talking to her. Weird. Well, she likes kids! She just doesn't have much experience with human ones, so she leans down slightly and tilts her head.]

You are lost? I do not know anyone by such name. But there is building near with professors. [She knows there's a school and all so maybe he needs a teacher...??] Will he be there?

[She yelps in surprise at suddenly being picked up, dropping the fries in her alarm. She's really far more upset about the lost food then the fact she almost got hit by a car (some things never change, apparently), and she simply pouts when she's set on the sidewalk.

She has a few choice words to say (namely that he totally owes her more fries now!) when he's suddenly leaning in to sniff... her??? Oona gives him a baffled look back.]

Eh? Yes, suppose... That is how name would be translated. Know me? [She eyes him uncertainly.]

[As a kid, Hiro is disturbingly different from his older self. He's more quiet and keeps to himself, but can open up more to people that he feels more comfortable with. (That's where he gets a little more outgoing and sassy) A strange and helpful kid who's oddly independent and self-sufficient for his age. Brave and driven when it matters the most... And will probably protect other kids from bullies even if that adds more fire onto himself. (BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT A HERO WOULD DO)

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notsoshining! He's walking around in a very sullen fashion as he's looking for something sweet to eat.]

Edited 2015-11-08 05:33 (UTC)

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inaba himeko | kokoro connect

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england | early 1700s

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Hiro Kageyama | 8 years old