AGESWAP MEME

[phaseshifter]

hark, it's an


AGESWAP MEME

oh shit your character has been aged up? or down? or both??

admin probably did it, who fucking knows

looks like it's time to write some toplevel(s) and tag around for ~*SHENANIGANS*~

"oh but my character was never a kid/will never get old"

JUST EDIT THEIR CANON POINT OR TAG AROUND IDEK

I'm not your mom

or am I

have fun, fuckos

Comments

the laziest top level because I am SO BUSY but I love this meme

[gangsterbaby]

[Who's this in the house you've been staying in? It's a little boy! He's about seven years old and is wandering around curiously, but he's not touching anything, because this isn't his shit and you don't touch other people's shit. He is wearing Alfie's coat and socks, though, because he's woken up in them. He swims in them and comes dangerously close to tripping a couple of times, but what can you do.

When he comes across a stranger, he'll pause, not afraid but a little suspicious.]

Yeah? Who're you, then?

[He's trying to sound rough like his dad, but. He's teeny.]

[phaseshifter]

Uh. Hey there, kiddo.

[ Will Angel ever really feel 100% comfortable interacting with kidlets? The answer is no. Someone show up and save her from this one, pls. ]

I'm Angel. Are you lost? I mean - is there someone you should... be with? That I can help you find?

[gangsterbaby]

[He hesitates, unsure if he should admit that he doesn't know where he is.]

James Solomons. My dad.

[There. People who know who his dad is know not to mess with him.]

[phaseshifter]

Oh sh- f- shoot.

[ And this is suddenly EVEN MORE AWKWARD. Kid. Kid, where's your freaking beard. Cover your chin. It's indecent. ]

Well, I haven't... seen him around. You wanna tell me about him? So I can help you find him.

[ YEAH. ]

[headjacked]

I'm... the guy in charge.

[ Tiny Alfers is w e I r d. Yet adorable. He crouches down so his insane height isn't as intimidating. ]

Did you, uhhh... drop any rings? Or other jewelry?

[gangsterbaby]

No. Why?

[Are there rings on the floor? He's looking around for them now.]

Angel

[phaseshifter]

1 - BABBY

[ There is a little shit running around the police station. A little shit with very distinctive tattoos who's even shorter than usual. She looks about, what. Eight? Let's go with eight.

Anyway. When approached, she draws a pair of pistols. Finger pistols. HOW DANGEROUS. ]

Freeze, bandit! Hands up!!

[ DO AS SHE SAYS IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIFE ]


2 - LESS BABBY (but still relatively babby)

[ At first glance, Angel doesn't look too different to the way she usually does. There are lots of little tells that something is off, though - her hair isn't as lopsided, she looks much healthier (albeit just as pale), and she does seem to be a little younger. Four or five years, maybe?

She also looks freaking terrified, and on seeing anyone she'll bolt pretty much immediately. OH WELL, ]

1

[devoutish]

[Oh no, it's a tiny. He puts his hands up, of course.]

All right, yeah, you've caught me.

[phaseshifter]

[ AWW YISS. He's going to come quietly.

Probably. Her dad says you should never trust a bandit, after all. She'd better keep her super deadly legendary pistols trained on him, just in case. ]

Okay, now you have to go in the jail! And give up all your stolen bandit things!

[ In the cell, bucko. No funny moves. ]

Church

[blueteamproblems]

[Tonight, as you search through the house you find yourself in, you'll discover that someone has apparently left their tablet behind. It's just lying there on a table, completely unattended. Weirdly, though, it seems to still be switched on?

It's not accessing the network at the moment, though, which makes it a little surprising when it speaks to you.]

Hey, mind helping me out a bit? I'm kind of limited in what I can do right now.

[Hey, that's a voice you might recognise! It's Church! And he doesn't sound particularly grumpy for once!]

[phaseshifter]

[ Dude.

DUDE.

D! UDE!!!!!! ]

Church? What happened?

[ And why are her cuteness senses tingling?? Just gonna. Pick up that tablet. ]

[blueteamproblems]

Well, that's kiiiiind of a complicated question. Let's just say that for the time being, I'm stuck inside this tablet.

[And now there's a little blueish-white avatar of him on screen! Not that she'd recognise it as obviously him, because she's never seen him in armour, but shh.]

[blueteamsproblem]

[ Oh no Church needs help

and he's invisible

DON'T WORRY BEST FRIEND, CABOOSE IS HERE and is shooting a stream of confetti across the room because that's how you help people

right ]

I AM HELPING!

[blueteamproblems]

Yeah, you sure are. Great job.

Aymeric

[heiresy]

[A little elf pipsqueak is walking through the grocery looking very, very lost. He clutches his adorable little hat nervously. He calls for his mother, looking terrified. Without a response, he calls louder.]

lazyyyyy

[headjacked]

tiny

[ There's a ten-year-old boy running, screaming, in your direction, Pursued by a screeching, staticky anomaly.

Engage y/n? ]

--

not tiny

[ Who is this stylish man with a silver cyberarm? A nice haircut? ...considerable amount of gray at the temples?

Well. Who else is that tall, narrow, and obsessed with asymmetrcal pinstripes. Some things never change.

He never thought he'd be back here again, but hey, it's not like he remembered this place back home. He smiles, a more subdued one than normal, and looks back at his company.

One eye is a bright, glowing yellow. ]

What'd I miss?

2!

[phaseshifter]

The tie? I presume.

[ It's weird looking at him. Like, really weird. Did he hire a stylist? Is that an actual thing he actually did?? ]

Please tell me your socks are still goofy.

[ n-not that she misses the fashion dumpster fire or anything ]

[headjacked]

By goofy I'm assuming you mean amazing, and the answer is yes.

[ He pulls up a pantleg -- boom, fire engine, Atlas red with zigzagged stripes. ]

[devoutish]

[FOR FUCK'S SAKE

Alfie will just be snatching up the screaming kid and booking it towards the nearest house. Don't kick him in the sides, Rhys.]

[headjacked]

[ Terrified squeaking and some flailing, but no kicking. Rejoice, Alfie!

The anomaly gains on them, seeming to teleport short distance. ]

Whatisitwhatiiiisiiit?!

another lazy starter

[tinystitches]

[The little boy in the house with you is a quiet spectator, watching silently and alertly from the corner. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just observes. All night long. And if you've never been endlessly watched by a small, expressionless seven year old, it sure is an experience.]

[Or maybe he's slightly older, and you've found yourself suddenly on the ground with a shard of rubble pressed against your throat. At thirteen, Stein was already highly trained and experienced with combat, despite being small for his age.]

[headjacked]

[ Rhys is the shrieking kidlet Stein has a rubblepoint to, and he is taking it as well as can be expected.

By trying to shove fingers into Stein's eye. And nose. ]

[tinystitches]

[At this age, Stein is more used to fighting than Rhys ever will be. There is no chance that Rhys is ever getting his fingers in Stein's face, and a very high chance he's getting rubble shoved into his hand.]

[ecks]

[Ecks doesn't recognize this child, but she's aware of his presence almost immediately after she arrives. At first she tried greeting him, but when she didn't get a response she went about her business instead, checking the room, checking the exits, always keeping well out of reach and always keeping him in sight. Normally once she finished she would settle in with her tablet, but tonight, with this unknown quantity present, she simply sits down in her own corner with her things, stuffed animals not even pulled out of her pack....

And stares back.]

[godsspeed]

[ Like so many others, Castiel looks considerably younger than the people here are accustomed to. Unlike most of the others, this is because Castiel looks like another person entirely - instead of a tired-looking man in his thirties, the angel appears as a nine-year-old girl with bright eyes and long blonde hair. The oversized beige trench coat she has wrapped around her shoulders and the look of stern, impassive curiosity on her face should be very familiar to those who have met Castiel before, though.

It's hours after lockdown and she's still wide awake, turning over large chunks of rubble with deceptive strength and sorting it into neat piles. It's doubtful that there's anything of use buried in this house, but she seems determined to finish the task regardless. ]