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Age Meme

~Age Change Meme~

1. Your character has been brought back/drank some magic potion/awoken as a different age!
2. Are they younger? Older? Tiny? Ancient? Can they remember everything before, have they forgotten completely, or are they in some foggy in-between? What are they like now if any different at all?
3. Post with your characters! Add prompts or just simply talk about them!
4. Pictures can be thrown in too if there are any at all!
5. Tag each other and thread things out! Did you ever want to see if someone was a bratt when they were young or if they ever matured? Now you can!
6. Have fun!
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He barely keeps from letting the fear overwhelm. He can't get his power to work for some reason, can't feel the people even thought they're all around, smiling at him with too many teeth. The fear is only in his head and in there it screams.

He walks the tower, trying to get away from everyone. Surely there must be a place to hide? Or even better, a way out, escape back to home it must be somewhere.

He hasn't even his clubs. There's too many people. He's not sure he can win if he gets pulled into a fight. But there's one person who would be even worse off and his breath catches with he spots him. This is the second time he's caught him in a crowd, danger impending, but this time, there's a relief. He runs to the boy with the bright veins and softness.

"Kankri! Kankri! Brother best!"

"Kurloz," he says, fear and relief mixing evident in his voice. There's too many people and none of them are ones he recognizes, none of them are even trolls, so it's near enough to make him sob at familiar horns and facepaint. He doesn't, though, just hugs onto the other troll before he can remember that Kurloz never was big on being touched.

It would be one thing if this were the market, if his mother was with him, if he was somewhere where he knew how far he could push things before he needed to run, but here he's just frightened and overwhelmed.

He goes stiff, flinching as he does, like his best friend might sink strife weapon in him, but of course he doesn't, Kankri would never. A second to lower the claws he's raised, to stop himself from pushing Kankri down, from drawing the blood that would surely damn him. It takes a second more to ease.

And then, he can hug back. Then he can realise it doesn't feel bad at all. But first he's going to melt like his bones are so much jelly upon Kankri.

"Brother," He groans. "You ought give warning first to me."

Finally he begins to untangle. His hands are on Kankri's arms-- who is to stop him from easing them into grasping his friend's hands? Except for sense. Sense is a good saviour.

He says, "It is of motherfucking goodness true to have a brother before his gandering."

"I know," he says, obviously cowed, ears drooping as Kurloz starts to untangle. "I'm sorry." It's hard, remembering most other trolls don't regularly engage in physical contact, remembering that this particular troll especially needs to be warned beforehand.

"There's just no one else here that I know, I can't find my mother, and I saw you and I just -- I'm glad that you're here. I'm glad that you're okay." He takes a moment to look Kurloz over, to ascertain that he is, indeed, okay. It's not unusual for him to be injured after all, it's a valid concern.

He watches Kankri's ears flop down and he feels bad. The sorries don't make him feel better up none at all. He gets a twitch up in his fingers what he ignores.

"S'aight, brother. Just ain't got wants legit for the eviscerations done on what's being familiarities kicked true motherfucking proper. Ain't want none for that."

It gives a little swell and ache seeing Kankri look him over. He looks around them too, not seeing his mother-guard-troll and not getting too sorry on about that though he don't say so. It's weird. He should be able to feel Kankri's fear. He can't. He can't feel nobody's, not even the familiar. It makes him uneasy.

He leans in close, getting a whisper ready. "No one saw, right? No one got gandering on a brother's hue?" He doesn't have a weapon, his power won't work. The only thing they can do is run if it comes to that.

He shakes his head and whispers back,

"No one. I was very careful, and no one's tried to attack me." Mostly, everyone's just been staring. He's used to being beneath the notice of others; usually other trolls think he's a maroon, not even worth looking at once, so this is unusual enough to be off-putting. That combined with his natural wariness of crowds is making him more and more antsy the longer they stay in one place.

"Can we... do you think there's anywhere that's less crowded?"

He breathes out. Relief for that all up in this. So many motherfucking leaves getting their Re's. Of course there are still nerves up underneath, like bone under muscle, but it ain't as much of a motherfucking thing.

He looks around again, frowning. Then, he nods his head and slowly reaches down to take the other troll's hand. Truth is, he doesn't really know a place they can hide. But he's the strong one, the one what knows what to do, and Kankri is... Kankri's everything else. The good parts.

He gives a small squeeze and starts pulling Kankri along, eyes darting for a place, while also trying not to seem like he ain't already got one. He peeks in through a door, then gestures on in, so Kankri will know it's safe to follow. The place shines and its so very white. It's real extravagant and he finds a chair which he immediately goes to shove against the door. Then he turns around. He tries not to look surprised when he finds the most incredible ablutions room what could ever up and be. It could even be the Empress's.

He walks over to the tap and turns it. Fresh clean water comes out and he grins wide. "Get on beholding this shit," He says. He scoops some up in cupped hands and drinks. No salt. Miracles.

Edited 2014-06-19 08:51 (UTC)

He takes Kurloz's hand and squeezes tight, and his grip doesn't soften until he has to let go so Kurloz can position the chair under the door handle. With that done he relaxes and actually looks around the room they've entered.

It's quite possibly the nicest room he's ever been in in his life. Everything's sparkling clean, there's glass and crystal everywhere. There are soft white towels and a thick rug under his feet that his toes squish on in a way that is utterly foreign and deeply luxurious.

"Does it taste good?" he asks wonderingly, dipping his hand into the stream of water. He has to stand on tiptoes to reach it properly. "It's so clear..."

Curiously he turns the other tap, and the water starts coming out hot.

"Oh!"

"Mmmhmm!" He says, nodding enthusiastically. He can't help taking another, then another. Then he scoops up more, this time, a good amount, ready to offer it to the shorter troll. Only for Kankri to twist a nob and suddenly, the water starts hissing like a beast's gonna come up from it. He watches it heat and steam, like how all his own water had to get doing over fire.

"Motherfuck..." He breathes. And then what hasn't been drunk, he lets slip back to the sink. He reaches out with his coldblood fingers to touch it, in all his wonder, then jerks them back, grinning with surprise, even when it stings a little. "It's hot!" He says, like it ain't obvious. "Warmer than you is brother." He laughs.

His own bare feet squish in the carpet. It ain't quite like sand, it doesn't give all the way, but the fabric is soft. He wouldn't mind wearing it, maybe. Or he could lay in it.

He gets the craziest thought up in his head; what if they just up and stayed in here? It could be fine. It could be nice. Even knowing they can't it's good to pretend.

He reaches for both taps, seeing how fast it can get on alternating between hot and cold, like magic. Then he gets a grin up on him, with the water being a nice warm feel, he gets his hands in and flicks just a little of it at Kankri. He gets a giggle on something fierce.

Kankri giggles right back, wiping the drops of water from his cheeks. He reaches back into the water, and instead of just getting some on his fingers and flicking, he cups a handful and tosses all of it. A bigger baby highblood requires more water, right?

They're going to ruin this room. He can't really bring himself to care -- for just right now this room is theirs, and it's beautiful and clean and he's going to enjoy it.

Kurloz shrieks and makes like to duck. Not that it helps, oh no. The water gets all on him and his hair drips. It gets a bit on his paint. He ain't even mad.

He reaches back in for the water, grin all mischeif, and it goes back and forth. They're gonna get water up over everything everywhere.

He feigns dying, gasping out, "ooh, I've been culled!" and he sprawls dramatically on the carpet, what is at least a quarter wet now. He can't stop grinning though and he peaks one eye open to peer up at Kankri.

He looks so happy. Kankri looks like there ain't nothing in the world wanting to come down on him, just the joys and jolly. He's... kind of happy too, thinking he made that happen. He wonders if maybe, it can be this way more often. Maybe even all the time.

He moves his hand over the carpet he lays on. "Feel it, brother. So soft..." He says, like it ain't just excuse to bring him closer. He doesn't mind the wet spots of the carpet. It reminds of Da's fur.

Edited 2014-06-19 10:11 (UTC)

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