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.]

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, ]

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!]

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?

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.]

[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. ]