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daybreakacademy2019-04-01 04:43 pm
deuteranope) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-04-01 04:43 pm
Entry tags:
- adelaide cooke: original,
- hat kid: a hat in time,
- hieke: original,
- héctor rivera: coco,
- imelda rivera: coco,
- jailbreak: original,
- james griffin: voltron,
- ky kiske: guilty gear,
- maverick taylor: no end,
- maya matlin: degrassi,
- nana daiba: revue starlight,
- rex arany: original,
- snatcher: a hat in time,
- tokidoki rikugou: amatsuki,
- ⨯bendy: bendy and the ink machine,
- ⨯hiccup haddock iii: httyd,
- ⨯isabel guerra: paranatural,
- ⨯michael: the good place,
- ⨯shuuya kano: kagerou daze
When You Made Wishes: start! (player plot)
Imagine Wist's surprise when April rolled around and their plan for a great prank was foiled on account of all those students just...leaving??? Truly, they have become the April fool... It's what they wanted, of course -- for the pitiful humans to find freedom -- and sure there are some stragglers around, but...in the end, they decide to take the win and enjoy a short break of their own. Good thing, too, or they might have pulled out all their hair in frustration when Spring Break comes to an end and the swarm of students and faculty willingly return to their prison.
While settling back into the academy and resigning themselves to a routine, the people of Daybreak will be soothed by a gentle tune rising up from the forest. It isn't a song they've heard before, and yet, somehow...it's nostalgic, isn't it? The soft notes of the pan flute stir up something in their hearts, tugging at old memories and drawing forth a feeling of dissatisfaction and longing out from under them. Let the song lull them into taking a moment to withdraw from the hustle and bustle -- hey, turns out they sort of need it. Maybe they're coming down with a cold, or just some quick little bug...
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>> user M3G4M4G1CH4XX posted on April 6th, 2019:
Why did you come back? You don't have to live like this.
Weren't things better back then? Try to remember what it used to be like.
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The odd message from an iris account that doesn't exist isn't up for long before the spell kicks into the next phase. However they manifest and from when differs from person to person, but those affected will all have the bizarre experience of watching some ghost of themselves from their past be born from their soul's memory. Don't think there are those that can escape this fate just by returning at a later time, either -- Wist can keep up this panpipe nonsense all day, every day if they have to. If that what it takes to get their point across...
Good luck trying to comprehend whatever point that may be, because now Daybreak is the new home to a bunch of familiar-looking rugrats and has to contend with whatever complications they may bring along with them.
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[For more information on this plot, please see this ooc infopost!]
While settling back into the academy and resigning themselves to a routine, the people of Daybreak will be soothed by a gentle tune rising up from the forest. It isn't a song they've heard before, and yet, somehow...it's nostalgic, isn't it? The soft notes of the pan flute stir up something in their hearts, tugging at old memories and drawing forth a feeling of dissatisfaction and longing out from under them. Let the song lull them into taking a moment to withdraw from the hustle and bustle -- hey, turns out they sort of need it. Maybe they're coming down with a cold, or just some quick little bug...
>> user M3G4M4G1CH4XX posted on April 6th, 2019:Why did you come back? You don't have to live like this.
Weren't things better back then? Try to remember what it used to be like.
The odd message from an iris account that doesn't exist isn't up for long before the spell kicks into the next phase. However they manifest and from when differs from person to person, but those affected will all have the bizarre experience of watching some ghost of themselves from their past be born from their soul's memory. Don't think there are those that can escape this fate just by returning at a later time, either -- Wist can keep up this panpipe nonsense all day, every day if they have to. If that what it takes to get their point across...
Good luck trying to comprehend whatever point that may be, because now Daybreak is the new home to a bunch of familiar-looking rugrats and has to contend with whatever complications they may bring along with them.
[For more information on this plot, please see this ooc infopost!]
ota;
[The song doesn't get much attention from Hieke - he's busy. He's always busy, and he's too busy to really stop and think about how much he wishes he could relax. He doesn't notice, at first, what's happening, doesn't even think the message on the network means anything.
And then there's another him. It looks...well. Mostly like him. Anyone who's particularly observant will be able to tell the younger Hieke hasn't quite mastered - or hasn't cared to master - the ability to make himself look human. Hieke's messy black hair is a little more curled at the ends, the tips of his ears are a little more pointed - teeth are a little bit sharper, eyes are a bit more golden. Subtle differences, except for the tail. Thin and forked, it flicks behind him as he walks.
Though the biggest difference between them, truly, is the way the younger Hieke smiles when he sees someone. Hieke is rarely that expressive.]
Good afternoon.
[Or morning, or evening - whenever Hieke sees someone, he'll great them, and offer them a little bow.]
b; when you had more self-control
[Hieke knows about the double, now. The...multiple doubles. The infestation of younger selves running amok.
He's not too happy about it. His, in particular, seems to be very crafty - which is bad, because it's the kind of craftiness that's a prelude to someone getting very, very hurt. Hieke's kind of trying not to hurt people anymore? He is actively putting effort into finding solutions that aren't just "do a murder"? This is kind of cramping his plans?
So Hieke looks rather frantic about all of this, and he makes a beeline to anyone he sees.]
Have you talked to me recently?
[Please be no, please be no, please be no...]
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Ugh—- A-ahh...!
[ This six-year-old comes into the world much the same way he'd done before: tears in his eyes and covered in blood. Down his entire front is soaked with dark red, spilling out onto the ground as he struggles to get to his feet— a sharp pain shoots up the left side of his body from his ankle to his stomach and he crumbles again, arms wrapped around his side, wet eyes wide and searching, mouth opening and closing but no sound coming out.
Where is his mother. She was right here. She was here. She has to be okay.
Maybe she's dead. Maybe he's dead. A world without Mother... this place must be hell. ]
ii.
[ Survival rates go way up after the first hour, and he made it... And now, he doesn't know what to do. He trudges up and down the paths of the campus, arms wrapped around his stomach and eyes to the ground so that he doesn't accidentally catch anybody's eyes, and tries to find...
he doesn't know what
ugh
what's he supposed to do? what's the point of doing anything...
He's got to go home. Even somebody like him, stupid, useless, weak, powerless, knows this isn't where he's supposed to be, among massive buildings and throngs of people and everybody chattering in a language he doesn't know.
With a sigh, he plops himself down in front of one of the school buildings and leans back against the wall, emptying out his pockets to set by his feet. Two dollar bills, a couple of dimes, a penny. Change left over from when he was running errands earlier that day. If he had to ration this out, he should try to find a public phone first, use the rest on a bus or train. He wonders how much a washing machine cycle costs, so he can wear something that isn't torn and covered in dried blood. ]
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OTA
[Is there a new student here?]
[A small, pale girl with short silver hair and neatly-ironed clothes clearly made for someone a size or two bigger than her is walking quietly through the campus, as though looking for something.]
[Whoever this girl is, she certainly isn't someone who's been seen around the Academy before, right? She can't possibly be any older than twelve, maybe younger, but it's not as though small children haven't been admitted before. And she definitely looks nervous and out of place. Maybe she's lost?]
[She seems like a very well-behaved child, carrying herself with proper posture and her hands folded neatly in front of her instead of reaching out to grab at things- though she's obviously curious, the way her gaze darts around when she doesn't think anyone's watching her, trying to see everything at once.]
[Whenever she is conscious of someone watching her, she immediately stops moving and politely lowers her head, the picture of an obedient, mannerly young lady trying not to give offense. Her expression attempts to smooth itself out into something more composed, but she's not quite able to hide her nervousness entirely.]
[She'll answer if someone addresses her, but won't speak until spoken to.]
[After all, children should be seen and not heard, right?]
II. head-heart malfunction
[Jail isn't a student or new- she's just hanging out in the cafeteria, draped over one of the benches in her usual casual sprawl, drinking something that smells intensely caffeinated.]
[But she's staring at her phone with a slight frown, and seems... preoccupied.]
[Without looking up from the screen, she asks:]
You feel kinda... off, today?
[It's not completely clear whether she's addressing you personally or just thinking out loud.]
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[Prompts Below]
The spell hits like a blow to his chest and that spirit steps from him, ripped away. He sways in place, reaching out. And then for a second he blacks out. It's not a pleasant feeling, when he shouldn't be able to do that at all, even just for a second. He groans and lifts himself up, only to stop and stare at the boy before him. It's a boy he hasn't seen for years and years but one that he, of course, recognizes. The boy stares back for just a moment, eyes wide.
Then the boy bolts.
"Hey! Wait! Come back!" Héctor cries out, but not only is it too late, but just as remembers, the boy runs faster the moment he's called. Teto is on the loose now, the only solace being that there's no Neto loose with him. It's still enough for him to mutter, "Oh no..." as the dread fills him.
Teto - Theater
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Héctor - Anywhere
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Teto - Trouble
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Héctor OR Teto & The Orphans
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Teto - Playing anywhere
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Teto - Enough
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[It's not too surprising that Avery has managed to escape from his older self given that Avery is still Avery at any size. What might be surprising is that this brown-haired, bright color-wearing, masked, very human child is who he is.
And it almost seems like he can't sit still for more than a minute.
He probably should be afraid, should question things a little more, but honestly Avery's pretty sure he's dreaming anyway so what's the point in worrying about it.]
B: Avery no. Child. Stop. (child)
[It takes some time, some scavenging, a little theft, and a whole roll of duct tape, but Avery is pretty sure that he's just come up with the best idea ever.
He stands at the top of a hill, next to a monstrosity of his own creation: a large cardboard box covered in cool stickers and doodles duct-taped to several skateboards.]
Hey! Watch this! This is going to be amazing!
[oh god please stop him.]
C: why (child)
[Somehow, a bunch of pencils and silverware have gone missing. How Avery managed to get ahold of them is anyone's guess.
And yet here he is in the Banquet Hall, going from table to table, lugging around a bag behind him and carefully spelling out naughty words in multiple languages on each individual table.
Truly this is art.]
D: Catch and Release (adult)
[Avery never thought it would be this hard to catch himself, but it appears he didn't give his caretakers from when he was young enough credit. Just as he starts to close in on his younger self, some other brat comes along and breaks his concentration, or the masked menace gives him the slip.
It's time for more extreme measures.
Rings of thorns dot the campus at random, with a few even popping up in the secret passages the faculty use to get from place to place. They're not too hard to dodge if you notice them, and to his credit Avery hasn't placed them in spots every average joe is going to stumble into, but they are plenty, and they are annoying.
Anyone who wanders into the thorns will find themselves trapped, first as they snap up to form a fence and then within a dark, swirling violet void.]
E: RIP (adult, with sleeping child)
[That's it. He's done. He's managed to trap the little brat. All he had to do was wait for him to go to sleep. It was so easy! Except for the part where Avery would like nothing more than to stop existing for awhile to make the exhaustion go away.]
Kids...
[He stares blankly up at the ceiling of the library, not so much sitting in the armchair as he is sinking into it, his arms resting on the armrests and his head level with them. He looks like a disheveled mess.
His younger self lies curled up on the armchair across from him, mask on a side table and book loosely clutched in his arms. Avery can't bear to look at him.]
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[The song caught his attention, pan flutes were something from his own childhood, centuries ago. He stifles a yawn, and pushes away the planner, maybe he'll just take a quick nap.
Meanwhile, a boy about eight, dressed in rather old-fashion clothes has found himself in a very strange castle. He quickly covers his mouth with his hand to stifle a sound, as he quickly gets up and tries to move as stealthily as possible.. meaning going on tiptoes, peeking around corners, quickly darting when he sees an adult.
They'll figure out he escaped, and they'll try to capture him so they can ransom his father. He ends up for all his attempts at stealth drawing a lot of attention to himself with all that scurrying]
B is for Brat
[The blond boy in black stockings and a light blue tunic had scrambled all over the Campus, half-wary but mostly curious, and apparently no sense of caution, as the boy can be found attempting to climb up on onto the roof from the outside, making pretty good progress for such a small kid but really it's not a good idea to just let him keep going...]
C for Card - wild
[Make your own prompt, feel free to hit me up at
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[Goro Akechi is ten years old, and the room he wakes up in is much nicer than anything he's ever seen before. This would be great, except...]
What the hell?
[It's in Japanese, he doesn't have any reason to know he should be speaking English...but at least there are translators?]
This isn't my room. Where the hell am I?
[...Of course, once he gets his bearings and leaves, he's not much less confused. Anyone in the dorm want to find a lost child wandering around, looking perplexed?]
[B) When you made...dishes?]
[People in the dining hall might notice something peculiar. Food seems to be going missing any time someone turns their back on it, vanishing right off of plates. At one point, an entire serving platter disappears.
The culprit is hiding under the tables, scrambling around and grabbing any food he thinks he can snatch without getting caught. Some of the food goes directly into his mouth, though the majority of it ends up on his stolen platter. Once it's full and he has what looks like an opening, he makes a dash for the exit, hoping to take his haul somewhere quieter to eat.
....Later, he can be found curled up by a wall in the quad, the remains of his feast lying next to him, and groaning in pain as he clutches his stomach.]
(Threads may contain reference to child abuse/neglect and suicide. Please let me know if you'd rather those subjects not come up.)
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a; childlike wonder...?
[The child sitting in the hall is - well. Largely unremarkable. Black hair, blue eyes, black clothing. What might be remarkable is the way he winces as he shifts, legs pulled underneath him. There's the shine of tears in his eyes, and he sniffles a bit.
He wants to get out of here. He wants to go home. He's not supposed to be left alone, not when they don't know what the daemon's done to him.
He wants his father.]
b; childlike wonder, but on wheels
[Eventually, the problem of being unable to walk without being in pain is solved. Noctis has a wheelchair now, and he's ready to see the world. This place is so different from Insomnia - there's so much white!! - that he wants to see every inch of it.
He's a little limited, thanks to the wheelchair, but he still manages to be just about everywhere. (He might be a little enamored by the idea that he can go anywhere - and nobody can tell him no!) On the flip side, he's not very good at using the wheelchair just yet, so your legs are definitely getting smashed into if you're not quick.]
S-sorry...
[At least he has his manners.]
c; adult exhaustion
[When Noctis' clued in that there was a younger version of him going around he was nervous, and then immediately comforted. What danger could his younger self get into? Everything was going to be fine.
So he's not that bothered at all, but he is a little curious.]
Hey. [He brushes his hair back.] What do you think about all of this?
[Hopefully they're actually aware something is going on...]
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Nana Daiba | ota!
[Nana Daiba, age eight, didn't really notice appearing. The flash came when she rounded the bend at her school -- and turned only to find herself in a different school. Now, she isn't sure where she is. She quickly ducks back around the corner; hiding against the wall, and trying to not stare.
Her English isn't very good. She can't read her own name in English; she doesn't even register the door with a nameplate with her name as "hers." Instead, Nana looks around, and two things occur to her.
The first is that she doesn't know where she is. She doubts her parents are here, but... after they got promoted at their company, they're not--
And the second is that she has to talk to someone. And that's terrifying.
Which is why she, silently, sits down in a corner and curls up into a ball, trying to hide her face. If she ignores everyone, maybe, the world will just go on by without her and it'll all be okay.]
B. A LITTLE BANANA'S GOTTA EAT
[Eventually, Nana gets hungry.
Which is how, in the Lumiére cafeteria, there is a girl -- visibly just Nana Daiba, hair in the same two tails (but shorter), and wearing light green dress over a white turtleneck -- standing in the doorway. She's still shy and quiet, and trying to not talk to anyone.
But she is staring.
She is staring at the ice cream station, which is serving banana splits today. Maybe Nana was a different girl when she was little, but some things never change.]
[ooc: Because the world is cruel and unfair, there isn't any art of Little Banana so um. We're going to have to go with her teenaged icons. Abloo.]
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Ekkehardt Gehring | ota
[ If you're seeking out a quieter place to escape the relative chaos that Daybreak has descended into, you might find someone else there. A little boy dressed in black, formal clothing, wearing an unadorned mask that covers half his face. His white hair is tied into a messy, low ponytail.
If you look human, he might flinch away from you. If there's something that stands out about you, some distinctive feature, he'll stare.
But mostly, he's just trying to read. To stay quiet. Hidden. It's how to be safe, after all. ]
B. little shadow (child)
[ For clearly inhuman or sufficiently strange-looking characters, they might find they have someone tailing them, a little way behind. Even if there's a negative reaction, little Ekkehardt won't stay away for very long; he seems far more nervous when out and about in the halls otherwise, and is willing to take the chance of being negatively reacted to in order to explore further. ]
C. babysitting (adult)
[ Ekkehardt Gehring aged forty, on the other hand, is far too busy to worry about his eight year old self. If there are children doing dangerous things, it's not an unfair assumption to make that he'll be attempting to take care of it - whether with bandages, spells, or his own two hands.
Anywhere he's needed to corral or watch over particularly rowdy children is where he'll usually be, showing stress on a level that is unusual even for him. ]
D. rest (adult)
[ Very occasionally, he can be found somewhere much quieter on campus, just...resting. There's no flicker of red in his mask's sockets, or really much movement besides the occasional slow breath.
He's not ill, or injured. Just tired, in a way he usually isn't. ]
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There's a twelve year old Japanese girl in a school uniform of some kind (White shirt, green skirt, so certainly not Daybreak's.) who doesn't look nervous, per se, but does look like she's trying very hard NOT to look nervous. She also keeps toying with her hair (which is pretty long, and reaches about half way down her back), occasionally revealing a bright red and painful looking scar on the back of her neck that continues down under her shirt.
If you're another lost child, she does her best to look mature and knowledgeable as she asks "Are you lost? I think I know where we are, actually."
If you're an adult, she still tried to look like she was cool and in control, but she didn't hide a bit of relief in her voice at the thought of handing the responsibility of her situation off to someone who can make everything Be Okay. "Excuse me...is this, uh...Am I in Daybreak Academy?"
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Grimm | OTA
For how much Grimm adored his teleportation ability and flames, there was a time where he had barely any control over his powers. Before the Troupe ever found him, during the time where he had been human and living on the streets, it was Alderic Lavoie and not Troupe Master Grimm who had to deal with the hand he had been dealt.
It can happen nearly anywhere. There is a puff of red smoke that deposits the twelve year old, who quickly loses his balance and promptly faceplants on the ground. Hosting himself up, Alderic quickly looks around.
There is quite a difference between Alderic and Grimm's current appearance. Hair still tied back but clumsily hacked at to be a bit shorter, his clothing is old and tattered...and probably stinks. It's been a month or so since...everything happened.
But that is not Alderic's current worry. Judging from the surprised look on his face, he clearly has no idea where he's ended up.]
...um? Sorry?
[2 - Grand Hall
So this? All this food? It's a sight enough to make Alderic cry, if he was predisposed to being as dramatic as his older self.
That said however it was wonderful to see and the sound of the homeless child's stomach growling is probably loud enough to be heard from space. But he hasn't gone to take anything yet.
It is mostly because he is unsure if it's okay. It wouldn't be the first time Alderic has been shooed away when going up to ask for food. Without any cash, one can't get food and that is why he started practicing singing and dancing. He'd seen people do the same thing, so he could too!
But that hasn't changed anything. He doesn't know if anyone can just take some and is somewhat too nervous to ask.]
[3 - On the town (child and adult)
Tucked away in a small corner of the town square echoes the sound of music late at night. The sound jumps from genre to genre with each track passes and coming closer will reveal the source.
Grimm has finally encountered his younger self and while he finds it both strange and a little sad to see, he knows why Alderic is the way he is. And so, he simply won't yet speak of what happened in the past with the child.
Instead he has set up a small portable speaker connected to a personal ipod and just let it play while they dance together. Grimm's movements are much more simpler then normal and his child self a little clumsy but they've managed to attract a small crowd watching their dance.
But more importantly, Alderic looks happy. Even if the child is simply a result of a spell, even if it is just Grimm himself in the end, the Troupe Master wanted to pass down the idea that it does indeed get better. That he finds a family again, that it will become easier to breathe.
A gift from the future for the past.]
[ooc: Grimm's inner child is from before he became a vampire. During this time he uses his real name (Alderic) so I will be using that to mark the differences between the two.]
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This younger Maya seems to lack that quiet of her older form, not just in Maya's Flame. This Maya is without any sort of supernatural power. The deeper reserve of sorrow that seems to define most of Maya's actions. This girl, this child, wanders around the campus with a curiosity and excitement. Sure, it's a little weird, she has no idea how she got here. But- this place seems pretty cool, and there's so much going on.
The other sign this is definitely Maya would be the cello case she has with her. That's a bit of a tell. "Um, excuse me, where am I and how did I get here?"
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Rex Arany 🐕 OTA
Pupper Power- Early
Rexxy has decided the most likely scenario here is that one of his mother's many enemies has kidnapped him and pretty soon this entire structure is going to get knocked down by one of the natural catastrophes she drops on the heads of those who irritate her. He first wonders if he should find someplace it won't land on him, but concludes mom would never do it when he's in here. He then thinks he should run off, but that'd probably make him harder to find and thus cause mom more worry.
So eventually he decides to take this place down himself and save her the trouble. He can be found doing sick combos on masonry with a big stick that he wields with exceptional precision, what with having a few years sword training under his belt.
Pupper Power- Late
So now he knows he has not been kidnapped. His babysitter is here. Mom just dropped him off without waking him up, it's fine.
That means it's time... to explore! Plus he doesn't get to spend time with other kids often. Not that he minds too much. He doesn't really see any difference with him being friends with kids or adults, but the novelty of other children is lovely! In particular, if he spots any nervy or shy looking kids, he's running right up. Poor things clearly need a new best friend.
He can also be found swimming in the pond naked, because if they didn't want you to swim in it why is it there?
Unleash the Beast
During his explorations, Rex found the stables. The sound of animals is an instant draw for most kids, and he's no exception. There's something more to it though. He can feel something dragging him in, like a sweet scent for his soul.
Hey kids. It's Indrik time.
Those who are familiar with the beast may notice that despite having extra weight on his back, the pony-sized monster is vastly more graceful than usual. Perhaps because adult Rex constantly admonishes Indrik for his clumsiness and tends to think of him as useless, Rexxy openly and often expresses his love for the creature that he formed an instant connection with. Copy or not, fragment or not, Rex and Indrik are inseparable down to the soul.
So rather than crashing through benches, the king of beasts in training bounds effortlessly through crowds and hallways, his long serpentine tail trailing behind him as heavy hooves move elegantly. Despite his cow shaped body, he runs more like a deer, with Rex holding onto his flaming red mane to act as both steering and support.
Rexxy absolutely must show everyone how much he loves this fat baby, so when they leap up onto a suitable pedestal, Indrik throws his head back and Rexxy throws his hands up. From Rexxy's fingertips and Indrik's nose is a blast of multicoloured sparks. Indrik's unleash a cheerful snapping sound like fireworks, whilst Rexxy's are silent but spell the word 'L O V E.'
He's having so much fun, everyone.
the beast is unleashed...
And the priest... is greased!
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Maverick, Ricky, and Ricktoria...ota
[Heck... How did he get himself into this situation? All he'd wanted to do was check to see if the noises he heard might have been Ramona coming to get him, but there that stupid cat had gone and slipped out. Now Ricky is pressed low to the ground, shivering slightly despite the large hoodie he's wearing, and making a worried face at the ball of fluff that's gotten out of his reach. He's managed to track her down, but...
It's the plaintive mewls of a cat that are more likely to call attention to this situation, since the kid isn't making a sound, but once Ricktoria's cries for help attract someone close, Ricky scrambles to his feet and goes to tug at the person's arm. Come help!!!]
TWO - HOT CHOCOLATE AND HELLO KITTY
[In an effort to calm his kidself and wrangle together any stragglers in the area, Maverick's set up little signs that suggest in English, French, and google translated Spanish, Japanese, and Russian that if you follow them over to Lumière dorm, you'll find yourself some quality hot chocolate and/or popsicles FOR FREE. Only extreme temperature treats, apparently...but also there's a drawing of a cat! That's great, right?
Indeed, anyone curious enough to trust these advertisements will find two redheads -- one just a child and the other in his late teens but still kinda small, all things considered -- taking over several chairs and a table to deliver on their promise. Well, the kid isn't doing much, really, huddled onto the arm of one of the chairs with a steaming mug, a phone pressed against his ear, and a leash looped around his wrist that leads to a fluffy white cat in a harness and purple galaxy collar. There's a few other mugs sitting around empty, a simple French storybook of The Tortoise and the Hare, packets upon packets of hot chocolate, and Maverick minding the hot water while he sneaks glances over to his younger self. He doesn't really...have much that can be used to keep these kiddos calm and happy, and he knows he isn't the person to try, but who the hell doesn't like hot chocolate?
The popsicles are Somewhere, and coffee will also be offered if it looks like someone could use it.]
THREE - WILDCARD
[For a random encounter with either Maverick or his six-year-old self, Ricky! My plurk is
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[The girl looks to be about nine years old, at most. She has dark hair pulled back into a pony tail - and she looks absolutely terrified. She's in so much trouble. Her parents are going to be so mad. She's not supposed to wander off, because that gets them in trouble. And when they're in trouble, it's her fault.
She needs to find them. But she's not supposed to talk to strangers! Strangers always ask too many questions. That's what her dad always says.
But it seems like everybody here is a stranger - and she doesn't recognize the words on some of the signs here. They're all really funny looking.
It takes her a while, but she eventually will approach someone, looking nervous.]
Um, I'm sorry, but...uh...
[Her mouth snaps shut, and her cheeks flush with embarrassment.]
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[After Adelaide has ascertained that she's not in trouble, and her parents aren't anywhere close, she relaxes. She's in France - she's heard of France! It's a place she never would have thought she'd go to, but she's here, and nobody can tell her she can't do anything.
So what she decides to do is climb some of the trees outside, giggling to herself as she makes her way higher and higher.
Eventually, she reaches the top, and if she sees someone passing by she'll call out to them.]
Hey! Hi! Can you see me?
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[Adelaide is surprised when she sees her younger self running about - she's still drained from the hunt, from the rescue, that it takes her longer than usual to piece together the little girl who looks exactly like she did when she was nine is actually her.
Adelaide can be found with her miniature self for the duration of the spell, after the first few day. She doesn't want to let the little girl out of her sight, and whenever she runs into anyone else she offers them a tired smile.]
Kids are a lot, geez. You doing alright?
[Hopefully most kids aren't a handful....]
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[Across campus, reality seems to be crumbling in places.
There's some sort of...possibly a small void? Whatever it is, it's drifting idly around campus, engulfing whatever it decides to pass through, but ultimately only seeming to consume small bits of landscaping and masonry. Different features can be seen from different angles, like dozens of glowing primitive eyes or long ridges of curved bone-spines. Shapes shift into other things as it's observed. It might give you vertigo to look at.
It's hovering around pretty much anything it can find - including people, to whom it may shove a general sense of curiosity and excitement directly into their brain.]
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Yeah...oh, no, there's supposed to be bones in there. The hard framework part...yep.
[Michael has located his past self! He's not too bothered by it - honestly, as far as past versions of himself go, this is about as harmless as it could've been. He's not too sure about hanging around in that form, though, so he's decided to coach Past Michael through taking a human form.
Oh good god it's the singularity.]
Hey! Check it out!
[Michael indicated Past Michael with a grin. Past Michael attempts to take a step and falls flat on his face.]
Ooooh...yeah, legs. Forgot about that.
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Cereza hadn't gotten sick for so long, that when the symptoms did arrive, she honestly didn't know what was going on. She'd gone on about her day, occasionally stopping to shake her head and wrestle down the strange, heavy, beleaguered feeling she'd been getting in waves.
At the end of the day, and idle at one of the coffee shops, it happened. Her... Aura... sneezed?
Honestly, that was the only way to describe it. A purplish haze seemed to wobble from around her, convulse and lash out a bit of itself to reel and wobble on the tiles nearby, coalescing into...
...A little girl. Four or five years old, wearing a hand-me-down pince-nez and dressed in raggedy clothes and clutching an unfortuante-looking stuffed kitty doll.
"...Mummy? MUMMY! It's you again!"
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Cereza puts down her coffee.
"Well. Either everything I know about biology is wrong, or something really strange is going on here. In any case, come here little one. Let's get you some hot chocolate, and then we can talk."
Care to comment, as the little girl gladly scrambles onto a chair opposite her, uh, mother?
B: The Little Shadow (Cerezita)
Cerezita is braver than she seems. As long as "mummy" is within the building, the little waif is happy to investigate, scurrying around the halls and eyeing the displays and art with no little amount of awe.
"Everything's so nice here!"
You may find her in the library, where she's discovered the colourful picture books and has them scattered around her for herself and her kitty doll to read.
Or maybe the biology greenhouse, watching the flowers (Someone remind her to watch out for the ones with teeth.)
Or maybe in the cafe's bakery, eyeing the croissants and quick to ask the nearest stranger "What are those?" in an accent that sounds a lot like Cereza's.
C: More of a Wine Aunt than a Babysitter (Cereza)
She wasn't aware, when she sneezed out her little counterpart, that Cereza wasn't alone... As she goes about her day and ushers the little girl along, she'll find herself high-stepping through crowds of children with a disgruntled look on her otherwise pretty face.
After nearly tripping over kids in the parks and enduring crying toddlers in the cafeteria, splitting up fighting pre-teens in the halls and physically lifting one off of a high rail by their overalls and out of the jaws of certain doom, she eventually slumps down into a seat in the teacher's lounge.
"Where... where did they all COME from?!"
Technically she knows the answer, but that doesn't stop her from complaining.
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Normally, the third floor of Lumière is strangely quiet, given the music ban that has not yet been lifted from Imelda's rules. But on this particular afternoon, there's a young girl, no more than thirteen, singing to herself in the kitchen area. She's clad in a purple dress with large, bright orange and pink flowers embroidered onto the bottom hem, while her hair is tied back into a long braid that trails down her back.
"Señoras y señores, buenas tardes, buenas noches~ Buenas tardes, buenas noches, señoritas y señores~"
Her voice is a soft and pleasant alto, singing this familiar song mostly to herself but not so shy that she's too afraid of being heard. She does a little spin as she moves from the fridge to the counter, depositing some pieces of fruit on said counter before dancing a few paces away again to find a knife.
"To be here with you tonight, brings me joy que alegria~ For this music is my language and the world es mi familia~"
After searching through a few drawers, she comes back to the counter and starts cutting up the fruit for a snack--all the while completely oblivious to the cardinal rules she's breaking.
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Being a teenage mage at a magic school, Imelda would probably die if she had to stay cooped up all the time. So she can easily be found wandering the grounds and the buildings, peering through windows and peeking through doors and generally trying to snoop wherever she thinks she might be allowed to go--or wherever she thinks she might get away with going.
If someone catches her where she doesn't belong, she'll immediately assume the most innocent of faces. She's only looking! She wasn't going to touch anything. That's harmless, right?
((Feel free to use this as an open prompt to catch her snooping around anywhere your character might be!))
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