[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.]
[ 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, ]
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!
[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!]
[ That would be a better story, wouldn't it. Gosh diddly dang darn it. ]
Yes! I tracked you with satellites! And cameras, in the snow! And then - I was in space, and I had to get here fast, so I did - I got moonshotted here. BOOM!
[ Which doesn't feel entirely fair, now she thinks about it. Bandits don't get all that cool stuff. This one doesn't even have a gun! LAME? ]
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.]
Did you? Goodness, no wonder you caught me. Nobody's ever tried any of that with me before. You're a natural, you are.
[He turns out his empty pockets, looking for something to give her that he doesn't... mind giving her. Oh, here, here's a pencil in his vest pocket. It has cartoon foxes on it! Total bandit loot.]
[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.]
[ The pencil is accepted with the appropriate level of reverence. She isn't sure what the animal is supposed to be - a weird puppy? - but whatever it is it's super cute.
She's not supposed to take things from strangers, though, and remembers a second too late. Poop. Maybe if she trades, instead?
Carefully, she offers one of her pistol hands. Trading imaginary stuff is still trading. Her dad says that's what the stooges in accounting do at work, so...? ]
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