Age Meme

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~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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Have fun Sigma

[carnagecarnival]

[Chitters and squeaks abound, the grub tries to scurry, first away from Sigma's hands, then once he's scooped up, out of them. But the bug is small and strength is nil. So instead, the creature simply squirms. A lot. It's six tiny black legs scurry and scramble.

With any luck, it will climb up Sigma's arms, faster than a baby has any right to move. Then promptly, honks and squeaks in Sigma's ear.]

[twoklimmen]

[OH GOD the legs, those little black bug legs, how they move one after another is beyond disgusting. But the baby can't help what it is, and Sigma steels himself to swallow his revulsion.

But then it's on his arm and up his shoulder and- NO, HELL NO, he's seen this movie, seen what these alien buggers do once they get close to the face. NOPE! He seizes the thing mid-honk from his ear and, lifting him gently but firmly with both hands, holds the grub arms-length from his face and looks him in the eye. That's not a sound babies anywhere are supposed to make. His scolding is equally firm.]

No. No! [Then he realizes its not a dog and probably won't respond to that. He hesitates awkwardly.] ...Shhhh. Stop it.

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[The insect squeaks again, startled. Its little legs curl up against its body in terror, and even still it tries to curl more, trying to hid its face but unable to do so in the light of being held as such.

It chitters unhappily, still trying to curl.

And then then the "shh"s start. It stops, going, very still. And then gradually goes lax, all its legs hanging limply, eyelid drooping.]

[twoklimmen]

[Sigma's heart stirs empathetically as the creature writhes and curls, frightened by his scolding. Oh, no, it was terrified of him... this wasn't right at all. He begins to shush it more, now, hoping it would stop making those terrible scared squeaks.

And then it goes limp. For a moment Sigma just stares, and then hurriedly brings it close to his chest to make sure the thing's still breathing. He didn't kill it, did he?! He gathers the thing up in his arms and watches him silently.

Though he doesn't look up, there are probably, like, a fuckjillion people staring by now, and Sigma starts off towards the elevator with his cheeks flushed pink while he assesses the grub's vital signs. Worst case scenario, someone on his floor will know what to do.]

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[The grubs breathing has gone slow and calm, only more so now that he's held close. The grub is of cold blood but Sigma is not. He's very warm. And that's really nice.

The grub chirrs and then, soon enough, a full on purr erupts. The insect snuggles and burrows closer, trying to soak it all up before settling. Its eyes close completely, content.]

[twoklimmen]

[Safely tucked inside the elevator now, Sigma holds his breath as the creature's breath slows- then sighs in relief when the thing appears to go to sleep. Oh gosh, he's purring. It's just like he's looking after a cat.

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrecious kitten. Well, he can't scurry around and shout for its family while its resting. Better head back to his room. His dignity saved with no spectators (or so he thinks), Sigma begins to pet the thing and bounce a little. Wasn't that what Moms in malls do when they're holding their kids in the lineups? Fuck, whatever works, he guesses.

Once he arrives at the tenth floor, he bows his head and tries to shield the grub from the rest of the Tributes - and then rushes to his room and locks the door. Phew. It's only then that Sigma truly has time to assess what he's gotten himself into. Would this thing take a piss on him? What did demonoid insect babies even eat?

Sigma sits on his bed and wonders nervously what to do when his cat jumps up to investigate. Upon seeing the small, breathing creature, the animal presses its stomach to the quilt and begins to stalk forward. Sigma hisses at him, recalling his pet's name instinctively.]

No, Nye, it isn't a snack!

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[What did they eat? A good question to ask truly. All manner of things perhaps; plants, meat, some mass produced thing, their pupation cocoons, other bugs, the corpses of inviable grubs, the sock that just so happens to be lying around... who knew but the gracious Jade trolls of the caverns and the mothergrub herself?

One thing was for sure, as with most babies, the sleep is not deep. The insect is roused by the presence of a predator and Sigma's hissing, squirming as if to possible get any closer. Then, it begins to hiss.

It is still too young for a lusus imprint. To the cat anyway.]

[twoklimmen]

[Sigma hisses, his new bug baby hisses, and then Nye hisses, making himself appear larger by raising his hackles and arching his back. Terrified an all out war might begin, Sigma has no choice but to shield the grub with his arms, pulling him away from Nye protectively, and then poke the furious cat with his foot and try to get him off the bed. The cat responds by growling.]

Godfuckingdamnit, you two!

[So his room's out. Sigma rushes out into the District 10 common room and deposits himself on the couch, letting the bug creature sit beside him on the cushion for a minute. Just a second, while he gets out the communicator he was wearing but pocketed earlier...]

[carnagecarnival]

[A victorious escape! A young grub has lived to see another day! A true miracle. If the grub were more concious of the world around, it might feel validated, being chosen to keep safe over being used as cat food.

And now, for the first lesson in child care, Sigma; a great many things can happen in a second. Even more in a minute. Especially when said child has six speedy little legs to zoom with.

Just a glance over and Sigma will find, there's not a baby in sight, not on the floor, his lap, the arm rest, or the seat.

And then in a few more seconds, he will feel something nestling into his hair, tugging and pulling the way a cat would at a blanket to make itself comfortable.]