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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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.]

[tinystitches]

[Oh, he can wait. He can wait when all his senses are on edge like this, when he hears and sees the stranger in his space. He's on top of a shelf now, crouched and tense like a coiled spring. One heartbeat, two, three (Blend into the shadows. Control your breathing. And wait for your target to let their guard down. that's a rule from the Way of Assassination. Not that he's an assassin).

He waits. The figure steps forward, taps a foot against a tripwire and a shelf creaks and shifts and falls. There's a resounding crash, a distraction for the boy to drop down on her, a placement of elbows and knees and a knife held in one hand. He knows exactly what he's doing, he's trained for years, he has no difficulty taking down a larger opponent.

At least he's not going for a killing stroke. He wants to incapacitate the target, he wants to get some answers.]

[ecks]

[She stands that way for a while, for too long for an ordinary person to tolerate. She doesn't see it again, though, can't quite work out what she thought was wrong. False alarm? False alarm. She will proceed with caution as she finally shifts her weight forward, finishes taking that step, and --

NOISE

MOVEMENT

ATTACK --

She is at a disadvantage in every respect. Failure. Stay alert or die, stay alert or you deserve to die, she does not want to die, and so though he is literally on top of her and though her weapon is not in hand (FAILURE), she will not go quietly. There is not great strength behind her efforts to land return blows, but she has never needed strength when precision will serve as well. Even unarmed she knows which parts of his body to strike in order to cause him the most possible pain...assuming she can find enough freedom of movement to land such a blow while fending off that knife.]

Stop. Get off of me.