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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!
Bonus Alt Gif:

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He growls and snarls, trying to dig in claws enough to draw blood.

Until she headbutts him.

His vision blacks but pain paints it bright. He loses his grip and falls back. And maybe there's shock too, that such a gesture done good from his Da, soft headbutts from the great goat muzzle, could be so painful from someone else. It blindsides him.

Eponine scrambles to her feet, clutching her plump cheek, which bleeds slightly from where he had dug his claws in. Even with her bonnet skew-wiff and her ringlets out of order, she looks scornfully down at the boy on the floor.

"See. I told you you weren't worth nothing. A girl beat you in a fight! That means you're a worse fighter than a girl. Haha - you're a weakling, you're a weakling!"

His vision clears. He gets back up, anger guiding him, growls and snarls growing from within his chestcage.

And then he stops, staring at her cheek. Her words don't even mean anything then, just noise over his head. He looks to the color on his claws and back to her again. His jaw is dropped.

"You're a mutant," He breathes. He can't believe it. everything she said... it was a lie. She's not a princess at all, she was just pretending to save herself. Then angrier, "You're no fish bitch you're a mutant! You're lower than the lowest you up and are! He's seen your blood! He's seen it before! What be wrong with you, sister, are you stupid? If anyone catches you you're dead. The culling drones will find you. All the adults will find you and rip you apart. Then they'll feed you to their lusii. You're cullbait, beastfeed!"

He starts to rise again. "I'm supposed to motherfucking cull you, I am." His blessed brother, his best brother, would be so upset with him. Oh if he knew, if he knew, he would be full of sorrow. He would want another of his blood he would want a friend. But she's not like him. She's not kind. She's mean and cruel. She would hurt him probably. She doesn't deserve nothing. "I'm gonna take out your squawk blister, sister. Haha. Honk."

Edited 2014-06-15 01:28 (UTC)

"I'm not a mutant. I'm Eponine Thenardier and my Papa will..."

She trails off, indignation dying on her lips as he continues. She doesn't understand much of what he says, but she knows enough to cover the cut on her face, as if hiding the blood will undo the damage.

She takes a step back, scared. "MAMA!" She screams.

"There's no one come for you, brightblood. My brother, he told me, he did. He only got saved he did. But you's just scared. You got your cruelty on harshlike. You should've been nice to me, like he was."

He takes a sauntering step forward. The boy hardly blinks.

Epnine Thendr, but she says her name weird, with more notes than what makes sense of six and six. Probably a quirk.

"Take it back." He says low. "What you got your verbiage spun up on. Take it back, sunbleeder."

His brother would be so sad, so hurt. But his brother ain't here. His brother don't understand. He never got to knowing how other trolls worked, how things had to be. He never had to fight for himself like Kurloz did.

Eponine steps back even as Kurloz steps forward. He's right. She's scared, no - terrified! Who is this boy? Is he really going to kill her? What's he talking about.

"If - if you kill me - if you do, then they'll chop off your head. They'll hang you. You'll be thrown in jail and your body will feed the prisoners. MAMA! PAPA!" She screams again. "MAMA, HELP ME!"

He laughs and it's a little bitter. A little angry and sad. His fists clench tight.

"No they won't," He says through gritted teeth. It keeps the shake out of his voice. "They'll tell me I did what was being right. They'll tell me I did good on the Empire, our species, on the motherfucking churches. They'll say I did good and they'll say all good riddance on your ass. Only reason why they'd cull me was if it was being funny... or if I got on helping you. Empire don't like mutants, sister. Empire don't like them none at all." It ain't fair. It ain't fair on his friend, his brother, who ain't never done nothing wrong, just got born wrong, got born too nice, too clean, too bright for all them darkbloods like him. How many nights did he pray for his safety? How many nights was it all up and denied?

"YOUR MAMA'S NOT COMING!" He roars. "Empire'll kill them too, because they helped you, stupid." Same as why his brother's weird troll guardian got on running too.

"So you do as I motherfucking say If you's wanting to be living still..."

Eponine doesn't really understand what Kurloz is talking about. Not all this talk of empires and mutants and blood. But she does realise that he's quite intent on murdering her and she cries frightened, angry tears.

"What do you want me to do?" She sobs

"Get your sorry on. Take what all you said back. Say you was wrong. And say my motherfucking name up ins your repenting," He hisses. His eyes dart quick to the blood on her cheek. "You help me find something good and sticky. Something what can get use on covering that up on your face, sister. Anyone sees that you're done and it won't be cause of me." He's not sure what they can use. Bandage her whole face? How would that even up and work? They need a hood, like Kankri's got.

"I find you a place to hide. And up in return, you start getting your nicities at me. You're lucky I got friend what I know and it was me you got meeting, not no one else. Elsewise you'd be dead already. Dumb enough to go pretending you got gills if you's only being indigo." He knew that. He had the scars all on his side still from when he got taught that. "Doing it up as mutant's some heresy what ain't even speakable."

And then he waits for apology.

"I don't know what you're saying, you stupid boy! You 're mad! I 'm not putting dirt on my face. I had a bath last night and I'm staying clean. You're mad! I want my mama!"

Eponine's on the brink of howling. She is getting more and more scared of the boy . Perhaps he 's broken out of a mental place?

"I 'm sorry," she wails, trying to appease him.

"Yeah I's being mad! Got my angry on harsh at you!" He snaps, misinterpreting her. It's not a very good apology what she offers and good part of him gets even angrier up for it. "I ain't said nothing about dirt, stupid, dirt don't stick 'less it's wet! Mutants have to cover blood or someone's gonna cull 'em for it! You ain't having no choice!" She ain't offering no respect. He ain't even want to bother. But Kankri...

"Say his name. Say it!" Prove he has one. He needs just this much back before he can even think on helping.

Edited 2014-06-19 22:12 (UTC)

" I don 't KNOW your name, you stupid boy. Go away! I don't want to play this game any more." Despite the tears, she manages to squeeze in quite a lot if contempt.

"This isn't a game! And he said his name was Kurloz!" He shouts. His expression twists. He could tear out her throat, he knows he could. He's had to do it before, to save himself, he can do it just to... just to get rid of her.

"Fine!" He turns his back, though he watches her careful still, half to cover his ownself, half to make it clear of the threat. "But she'll be all on her own when they come to cull a sister! Ain't no one gonna help you then." It's not really a bluff. Not from his end. If he leaves now, he's certain someone else will just do the job for him.

Edited 2014-06-19 22:21 (UTC)

"KURLOZ. Kurloz then!" Eponine shouts at his retreating back, "Now get out of here, boy! I have had enough! I shan't speak to you again."

She said his name. Someone said his name. Proof of worth and existence. It's enough. He'll take it.

He gives one last snarl-- a jerk toward her just to see if she'll jump, or scream. Then he's leaving at last, knowing if he goes, if she doesn't stop him, she's dead. He's moving toward the first door he sees to pull it open and slam it behind him.

And then, suddenly, he's choking on his own breath as he sinks down to the ground. His eyes prick but he forces that down hard. His hands rise up shaking to cover his ears and he holds his breath and waits, hoping that maybe, they'll take her elsewhere.

Or at very motherfucking least, the screams won't last long when she's culled. And then maybe, he won't have to hear his friend in them. She can't outrun her fates. Not no more than any of them can.

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