Age Swap: Snowhell Edition

[swatsflies]

How To:
1) Age your character up, down, or both (Provide options for either if you want)
2) Pick if they are just changed physically or both.
3) Toss up a top level with a description.
4) Oh and they are now in Norfinbury.
5) People tag in reactions or maybe they are the ones hanging with your character.

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England

[lytling]

[Aged down! Now thinks he's been pulled from the 1100s, so he will have no memories of being in Norfinbury previously. But he's the same angry loser in a smaller package. Physically, he's about seven.

He likes hiding in small places that make him hard to see but give him an easy way to ambush people. He isn't carrying a lot or wearing much besides his old-timey children's clothes and cloak.]

[rattlingthestars]

[ That he likes hiding in small places is probably why, upon hearing something rattling or breathing, Jim is sticking his head into a cabinet to investigate.

Yeah, he's going to last a long time in Norfinbury.

Anyway, yeah, sticking his head into England's hiding place like this is a great idea. ]

Hey!

Jim

[rattlingthestars]

[ There is a small Jim Hawkins - maybe five or six, no undercut or earring to be found, swimming in his usually oversized jacket - trying to climb the outside of the chapel. He was making pretty good progress at it, but he's managed to get to an overhang on a window and can't quite stretch himself far enough to catch the edge of the roof without actually jumping.

Which... he might do any second now because he's wobbling precariously anyway and it's jump for the roof or fall six feet to the ground.

Some things are apparently inborn. ]

[swatsflies]

[Zell is used to handling rowdy kids and also used to his boyfriend climbing ALL THE THINGS. He's part space monkey. Instead of trying to stop him, Zell is hovering from the ground. Arms held out to catch the other if he falls.]

C'mon Jim, you can do it. [He's giving a smile as he watches the other. Zell has every intention on climbing after the kid as soon as he reaches his destination. Best guardian, right?] You're almost there.

[heroproceeding]

[ He'd just looked away for a second.

A fuckin' second.

How in the hell did he manage to get up there so fast!?

Really- he's all for fun and games. All for a challenge. But that's high for a six year old and the last thing he wants is for the kid to get hurt. Sure, he could easily throw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, but that's not the point.

Which might be why he's trying to reach up and collect him if he'll let 'em. ] Hey, hey. Easy there, kiddo.

Zack Unfair || 10 | 10 | AH-HAHAHA....

[heroproceeding]

{A}
[ It's cold. So much colder than Gongaga. And that makes it first rate miserable in the first place. Or at least that might have been the main focus of this ten year old's brain. Except for the fact that there's a thing that might be drawing his attention away from that predicament.

Maybe normal ten year olds would see a monster of that size and caliber and run. But not Zack. Zack totally-going-to-be-a-SOLDIER-some-day Fair stands tall and proud wielding an umbrella like he means some serious business as he shouts at it haughtily: ]

Come and get it! I'm not afraid of you!

[ This kid has a lot to learn. ]

{B}
[ His stomach grumbles in protest. His clothes are light- t-shirt and shorts -making him shiver as he tries to huddle away in the burrito roll of rug he's found himself in. It's comically too small for his young body in the end. But he's trying to deal. Trying not to let this place get the best of him, even if the house had gotten progressively darker and darker as evening started to come. It's okay. He's okay. He'll wait out morning there as planned. He won't be alone. Like hell he cares that he is anyway! He's good! He's-

freezing as he hears banging- or is that knocking on the door? Either way, the hairs at the back of his neck stand up on end before he struggles out of the rug and runs at it as fast as his scrawny legs can carry him. He shoves back as the table he pushed in front of the door starts to skid back, yelling: ] Leave me alone!

{C}
[ Atop a snowy hill, what at first seems to be another piece of rubble from another disheveled house sticks out of the ground. Only something's amiss.

There's no house to be seen for a good hundred yards.

And upon closer inspection? The long piece of metal appears tempered and shaped with patience and precision. More like a sword than the metal sheathing it was likely constructed from. Pointedly left there. ]

B

[rattlingthestars]

{B}

I gotta come in! [ It, at least, doesn't sound like a monster; the voice is a high-pitched child's, stuffy and stuttering with the cold. ] C'mon, open up!

[ After all, Jim's spent the day trudging through snow. He hasn't gotten very far in that trudging - he is, after all, very short and not particularly strong against the wind - but he's dutifully trudged until he could find another house. All that and the door is blocked. Darkness is coming on and he doesn't have time to make it to another house. Instead of begging, though, Jim just launches himself at the door again.

Surely, fifty pounds of force is going to open it. Right? ]

C and i'm filing for friend divorce

[rattlingthestars]

[ So this is it. It's what Jim's been searching for since he woke up older, no answer from Zack on the tablet, no one having heard from him. He'd hoped maybe that meant ... well, he doesn't know what he'd hoped, because the thought of Zack leaving hurts almost as much as the thought of him dead. The captain's coat - royal blue and gold, probably hard-won - flaps uselessly around him in the wind as he staggers up the hill and falls on his knees at the base of the sword.

The tombstone, more like. ]

You promised.

A

[spoileralert]

Nope!

[ Steph, now 22 and more fit, swoops onto the scene and scoops Zach up like a kitten. ]

Nope, nope, not happening, nope!

Jack

[youarethebandits]

[At 13, Jack is a tiny and skinny little nerdlet. There's no scar on his face, just a pair of shitty scratched-up glasses. Really, the only things he has in common with his adult self are his mismatched eyes and the bright yellow shirt he's wearing.

He's sitting in a corner, curled around his tablet and tapping away at it. Though he's trying to pretend there's no one else in the room with him, he glances up every now and then with a nervous frown, making it clear he's very aware of the other person's presence.]

[fairygodtroll]

[ Vriska cannot fucking believe that miniJack is a FUCKING NERD.

Or okay, no, she totally can. This makes so much sense. Lame wimpy thirteen-year old nerds are very much her type, after all, so maybe them growing up to be badass heroes with yaoi hands is some kind of universal constant? Maybe she likes weakslime dorky losers because she has some kind of future hotness sensing powers along with all her other cool talents and gifts?

Whatever, who cares, the point is look at this fucking dweeb. Check out the way he is obviously trying to be cool, ignoring Vriska like she isn't the most awesome and interesting and fascinating thing he has ever seen in his shitty dumb human life. Bless. It's cute! Unacceptable, but cute. As soon as he glances her way, Vriska winks and waves as obnoxiously as possible. ]

You can talk, you know. I don't bite! Unless I get reeeeeeeeally hungry, and I like just ate a couple of hours ago. So you're fine! Right now.

[phaseshifter]

[ This is the weirdest shit thIS IS. THE WEIRDEST. SHIT. Dealing with Handsome Jack is hard enough, but dealing with Bitty Jack?

HOW. HOW EVEN. HOW DOES SHE EVEN APPROACH THIS. ]

Umm, J--

[ Wait. Jack? Or John? Which one. And wait, will he freak if she knows his name? This is the worst thiS IS SERIOUSLY THE WORST WHY WHY WHY ]

--just wondering, um. Have you - do you want something to eat? Or, um...

[ THE

WORST ]

[futurepaladin]

[Nope not allowed.

Shiro manages to put up with Jack being a nervous nerd for maybe two minutes tops, before he gives up and walks right over to him, holding out a hand.]

Your glasses, lemme see 'em.

Brian

[0thingsonmymind]

*To most people he's not recognizable. There's no mask, no creeping around and remaining silent, he's just...normal. He does have the same hoodie, but the hood isn't pulled up and its clearly much newer (and cleaner).

He's also much more friendly, made obvious by the smile and hand raised in a greeting.*

Oh, hi there.

[maskintape]

[ Holy fucking shit what.

If Tim looks like he's seen a ghost, it's because that's pretty much what's happening here. His mouth opens and closes a couple of times as he mutely reaches for something to say, but. He's got nothing.

His first ever friend is here. And alright. Not mindfucked beyond recognition, not dead and broken on the ground. He's fine, and the guilt being lifted from Tim's shoulders is too much for him to process right now. It's Brian. The real Brian.

There's a part of him that's already worrying about what this means for the other one, but shh. ]

 

 

Hey.

[ He's not going to cry he's noT GOING TO CRY ]

Emmanellain

[boozegeoisie]

[Most won't recognize him immmediately, for he's far smaller than he once was. Going from 6'4 to 4'6 or so is quite the change, after all! One could assume he's maybe 9-10 years old, but considering elezen, he may very well be older. He's dressed similarly--at least noble looking clothes, though he lacks the furred coat, and his hair is still rather long. The ears, of course, are a good hint as to who he might be.

That is, if one could catch him. Presently, he's running, running from something. From what, is anyone's guess, but this little elf child has speed. If one looks from whence he came, however, they won't see much of anything to be running from. Perhaps an over active imagination? Or maybe the source of his terror has long since been lost, but he's still running.

If one can't catch him, he does eventually stop, hiding in a house, curled into a ball in the corner of a room.]

[phaseshifter]

[ HELLO FELLOW SMOL. Bitty Angel certainly isn't fast enough to keep up when the fancy kid with the ears hurtles past, but darnit she tries.

Trying involves following the footprints left in the snow and falling over a few times. Duh. By the time she reaches the house, her braids are covered in snow and she is cold and wet and tired and there's only one way to express this. ]

Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude--!

[ Aaaaaand flop. She falls (carefully) onto the floor face-first, giggles a bit, and beams at the Ball o' Elfboy in the corner. ]

I found you! You can stop hiding!

Angel

[phaseshifter]

[ Oh hey, look who's even tinier and more wee than usual! Angel's seven-year old self is considerably happier-looking than her present-day counterpart and has her tattoos covered by a sweater and gloves, but is still easily recognisable. She can be found running around the school, ducking in and out of classrooms and occasionally shooting at imaginary bad guys with imaginary guns. Yes, she makes little pew pew noises. Yes, it's freaking adorable.

The fun abruptly stops as soon as she sees anyone she doesn't recognise, though, as it's time to hide behind the nearest doorway and peer out from around it. STRANGER DANGER. ]

[youarethebandits]

[Oh god. Oh god how is Jack supposed to deal with this. She's so tiny and innocent and just like he remembers and how is he supposed to let her see him like he is now, all scarred and old and mean?

The thought of avoiding her completely only passes through his mind for a second, though. Nothing could be worse than leaving her alone in a place like this. Despite everything, he's still her father and it's his responsibility to take care of her.]

Hey, it's okay, sweetie. It's just me.

Cloud

[meteorrains]

[It's pretty easy to recognize Cloud, even if he has lost approximately nine years and four inches. And looks suspiciously happy for a fourteen year old who has to wear that ridiculous scarf every day of his life. He even appears to be taking far better care of himself than the older version everyone's become accustom to. It's completely possible that this is most put together he's ever been in his entire life.

Which is really sad, actually.

The snow and cold doesn't really bother him, having grown up in a mountain climate until he ran off to join the army. In fact, it bothers him so little that he's currently knelt down, gloved fingers scooping and gathering, packing and forming, and dumping each newly formed ball into a little pile next to him. As if he's preparing for something. Or someone.

Whoever happens to stumble upon him is likely going to get a snowball directly to the face.]

Steve

[starsandtights]

[OK FINE. Steve is 14 and looks about 12. Pre-serum, obviously; he's short and skinny and bird-boned. His Brooklyn accent is markedly stronger (for those of you unfamiliar, think Bernie Sanders. And then laugh a lot). He is terrified and trying to cover it with bluster. Terrified less so because of being suddenly transported to post-apocalyptic distant future Alaska full of monsters and strange nonhumans—it's a little bit that, but it's kind of an adventure, too, crazier than the comics, although it would be a better adventure if Bucky were here. No, he's terrified because it's cold as hell here, colder than New York, he never does well in the winters and if he gets sick there's no hospitals full of doctors and medicines, not even his ma and Bucky to help him, and he doesn't trust this NIMA malarkey as far as he can throw it.

Steve spends a lot of his time scavenging for all of the warm things he can find. He's got a blanket wrapped around his face—he tries as much as possible to avoid breathing the cold air directly—and he moves slowly and deliberately, trying to avoid having to breathe too deeply or quickly and risk triggering his asthma, and also—his joints hurt, ugh.]

[futurepaladin]

[SUP LOSER

Shiro, who is also 14 and a bundle of angry, is actually happy for once. Mostly because he finally found someone who is short like he is, and possibly even a little shorter than him! It's close, so it's hard to tell for sure. Shiro will assume he is taller though.

For a moment, Shiro forgets that they are all trapped in a hellish winter wonderland. Because in that moment, Shiro has triumphed over one of his shortcomings.

Of course, the reality of their situation kicks in as soon as the wind blows again, and Shiro finds himself shivering. It seems like Steve is cold too, so maybe they should team up to find kindling for a fire or something.

So yep, Shiro will just be interrupting Steve's scavenging, and he does it in a very dramatic way too, Namely, sliding down a small mound of snow on his feet, skidding to a stop near Steve.]

Yo.

Stephanie Brown at 22 is Batgirl

[ichoosefight]

[ This is spoileralert I promise I just have an icon addiction ]

This is way too many children.

[futurepaladin]

Hey, who're you calling a kid?

[Because only tryhard kids care about being called a kid.]

Shiro Fujimoto | he 14 now

[futurepaladin]

[Look at this angry shitlord meandering around snowhell. He has no idea what to even do, because as far as he can tell it should be the 1970s and tablets are not a thing for him. Hell, cell phones aren't even a thing.

So he's going to be angry and stomp around in the snow while trying to find some food. Watch out because he is 1000% grump and prone to snapping at people. Well, except for kids, he can watch his mouth around kids.

Speaking of mouths, he's smoking right now too. Don't ask how he got those cigarettes, it's magic.]



((btw this is lionson with another journal because shitty teenage Shiro deserves his own journal))

[ecks]

[She's curious about his cigarettes, and it seems better to keep him in view until she is ready to peel away and take shelter rather than allow him out of her sight and risk an encounter should he take an unexpected turn. She follows him at a short distance, moving silently from one hiding place to the next. It is familiar. She has done this before.]

Rees. And Dumpy

[headjacked]

[ Who has two organic eyes and arms? THIS KID. But, uh, probably not for long if he keeps doing what he is doing.

Rhys is clinging to the back of a familiar looking drone. A drone who is now huge. His screams are mighty bellows.

Despite his inexplicable upsizing, Dumpy is clearly struggling to keep the ten year old aloft. He may not be a baby screambot anymore, but he is, and always will be, kind of rubbish. ]

[phaseshifter]

[ That is the loudest robot that Angel has ever seen. Heard. Whatever. It is loud and huge and dumb and she loves it already. ]

I want a turn! Me! Me me me!

[ She's a little dismayed to find that she can't do That Weird Thingy With Her Brain That Makes Her Special Arm Things Glow at this particular robot to say hello properly, but that's okay. She'll settle for waving both arms at it instead to get its attention.

Oh also there's a kid on the back of it too she guesses? Whatever, Other Guy, LOOK AT THE ROBOT!! ]

Jade (with bonus Becquerel!)

[eclecticbassist]

[ So uh, Jade's less furry than usual. And even smaller-- maybe seven or eight years old. It's kind of hard to see her at all, though, because she's curled up against a preposterously big dog. Normally Becquerel would be keeping an eye on her from afar as he went about his doggy business, but Jade is cold and he's the size of a small bear.

She's very focused on her tablet as she draws a bunch of shitty scribbles, occasionally pushing her glasses back into place. It's the same pair her older self wears, so they're huge on her babby face. ]

[0thingsonmymind]

*He's a bit confused here. She looks....kind of like someone he knows but much smaller. And the ears he usually IDs her by are not in their right place. In fact they kind of look like they're on another creature entirely? He's...not really sure. He's not sure what to make of any of this.

So he's just going to stare. He's not too close but he's not that far either, so definitely noticeable.*

Stein

[tinystitches]

[Stein is small for his age (thirteen, in case anyone was wondering), small, and short too. He's dressed in stitched-up white and a jacket that was sized for a future him, which is big enough to nearly drag on the ground as he walks through the snow. His first priority is to find his weapon, then they'll get out of here.

For now, he's poking through racks of canned food, and setting up elaborate traps for anyone unlucky enough to walk down the aisle he's setting up camp in.]

[ecks]

[Something is wrong here.

She stands stock still, frozen mid-stride with one foot raised. There was...something. Some reflection of light that wasn't right, wasn't expected. Tripwire? Or perhaps only frozen water on the floor? She can't see it now, and so she remains patiently in place as her gaze rakes the space around her.

Too bad she's too preoccupied with the potential trap to look for the person who set it. Too bad, too, that she will eventually put that foot down and continue on into the aisle if she can't figure out what alerted her.]