thenearshore | 016 | The Good Old Days

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016 | The Good Old Days

Who: Everyone!
What: Ageswapping
When: July 15-17
Where: Everywhere
Summary: A breach in the space-time continuum is messing things up.

Edit: OVERFLOW is here!

The Far Shore has been dealing with a lot of space-time pulsating through the past week or so and everything is culminating on the night of the 15th, even though the Heavens are preparing for an all-out Obon bash. They had planned to have the celebration on the 15th itself, but Amaterasu asked to postpone a day due to the horrible feeling that is permeating the Far Shore.

And it turns out she was right to postpone everything. In fact, it will have to be postponed another whole month at this rate...

Before

Late in the day on July 15th, the new batch of shinki will arrive to a Far Shore with a thick, tense atmosphere. All night on the 15th it feels like something is about to happen - and it's difficult to tell whether that something will be good or bad. Any attempts to contact the management of the Far Shore have fallen on deaf, slightly harried ears and so everyone is left to their own devices to try and figure out why things are so tense.

July 16

Just after midnight, an explosive shock wave rips through the Far Shore, bringing on the age changes with it. Even the spirits of the Far Shore seem to be affected - for example, the library goblins are either toddling around on wobbly legs or are dragging themselves from place to place and looking decrepit. There are a few gods and shinki that seem to have been exceptions from the change, though it is not clear why.

July 17

Another wave of energy comes in the early morning of the 17th. Fewer people are affected this time and it seems to alter those people's ages a second time. There is no rhyme or reason to who is being affected further. Several of the library goblins have just dropped dead from severe old age. Oops.

Aftermath

Late on the 17th brings about one final burst from the energy that has been plaguing the Far Shore. For a short moment, every new temple glows with a soft light, seeming to beckon to their owners. But the light is gone quickly and everyone will find themselves back to normal with complete memories of everything that happened during their age adventures. The goblins that died, though, are still very dead. Looks like the library will need to get some new help soon.

In Summary:

Meet the newbies
Get aged or de-aged
Deal with other too young/too old people
Try to handle the consequences
Have fun~

Threaded | Flat

July 15

[Axel's not completely insensitive to the tension of others, but he's also a jackass, so he's been harrying the heavens to no avail. The whole infrastructure feels like it's about to have a meltdown, and when that happens, who knows what'll go down, both here and in the mortal world?

To relax these worries, he decides to head out on a walk with Ironclaw ne Pookie, attaching a harness and leash to her. He can be found arguing with said cat outside his home temple.]

Look, it's just a walk!

I won't be moving until you release me from this foul device, idiot porcupine.

You're supposed to be an indoor cat!

July 16 - Morning (Closed to residents of Hestia's Temple)

[The next morning, Hestia's temple is greeted by an unmanly shriek of a kid whose voice is still in the process of breaking.]

What the hell?!

[It's a familiar tone, to some, but definitely pitched differently. Pookie gives him a lazy swat from her perch at the head of the bed. She's... not a kitten anymore. He climbs out of bed, legs actually dangling above the ground.]

Feed me.

I'm... I must be ten years younger!

I don't care. Feed me.

[So Axel - now Lea, really, by the beating of his heart - lets the cat out of his bedroom and looks around. What if the same thing happened to the others?]

Ken? Chikusa?

July 16 - Later

Hey, you got a minute?

[Now that he's actually dressed (in clothes borrowed from his shinki's wardrobes), Axel's investigating. This can't be confined to his own temple, right? It's gotta be somewhere else too.]

Noticed anything odd lately?

July 17

[The next night brings about another change. No longer is Axel trapped in a childlike body - mainly because the owner of said body wouldn't recognize the name if you told it to him. Lea wakes up, and almost immediately starts exploring the world around him... and making trouble. Whether he's painting the sidewalk, picking fights, exploring where he shouldn't be, or releasing animals, he's a kid enjoying himself. Probably too much.]

((OOC: Replies for the 16th and 17th will be from

nobodyperfect.

Edited 2017-05-17 01:08 (UTC)

[For all de-aged children (or young enough teenagers), it's highly possible that they've run off from the temple they should be staying at. In fact, with some of the people who live in the Far Shore, this is basically expected.]

[And in that time, it's just as possible that those children will come upon a pair on a mission: a blond with a scar across his nose and a little boy in a beanie. They're actively looking for a place to stay, having immediately run away from the place they awoke in, and will gladly accept anyone else into their slowly growing group. Grown ups are scary anyway, right?]

[Eventually, however, they find a place: Hakkai's school. From then on, for the couple of days that these shenanigans reign, any child is welcome to find the place or either Ken or Chikusa who will happily lead them to it. Strength in numbers! They've claimed a classroom on one of the higher floors, and are really careful when it comes to watching out for adults.]

[Also they've been stealing food. They've been stealing so much food.]

[So welcome to Fort Smol Mafia! If you're a kid, anyway. Adults risk being bitten or Chikusa trying to get a booby trap to work on them.]

( bitty sooj replies will come from

housekey! he'll be aged down through the entire event. )

I. july 16th, izanagi jingu

Given that Souji's been here for a little while now, he takes this in stride.

A. The residents of the temple will find him up and at 'em like he usually is, after a quick look at the network. He makes breakfast, despite his height, and then goes to feed the cats. It takes much longer than it usually does, because his hands are small and his strength is marginally less. He's doing all of his routine work, because he has responsibilities, but, also...

Because he can't hear any of his Personae. None of them. He's trying very, very hard to not panic, and reasoning with himself that it's a lot of power for a ten-year-old, but here he is, regardless. Doing all of his work.

B. This includes his outside work, as he trots around his temple grounds, climbing things and cleaning up, taking stock of the cats. At one point, he can be spotted just sitting underneath the torii that sits at the bottom of the hill his home sits on top of, leaning against one of the red pillars that support it, scrolling through his now too-big phone and petting cats. Like this is completely normal for him.

II. july 16th & 17th, the far shore

He can't really do much at this size. Souji knows for a fact that taking prayers at his size would give Homura a conniption, if not kill her for a second time, due to the fact that he takes so many that are combat-oriented in the grand scheme of things. He could take some minor ones today, sure, but. Knowing his luck, an ayakashi would show up.

So, Souji can be found walking around the Far Shore, carrying a tacklebox and a child-sized fishing pole. His typical one is too big for him to carry like this - the same as his uchigatana is - so he's making due with this. If he comes across anyone, he'll approach them with a polite smile.

III. july 18th, meeting hall

When things are normal again, Souji makes a straight trip to the meeting hall. It's one part hoping he can catch someone who might have answers - whether the Heavens know what caused this, or if there's someone else who could tell him something - and another part just checking in on things. There were new arrivals, but at the same time... he just doesn't want to risk missing something because of it.

New arrivals means something odd happening, like they're being specifically targeted.

And with the murders having happened, Souji knows they can't simply ignore a strange event. Not when something so innocent as the Tanabata festival was hit so hard.

IV. wildcard

Feel free to hit me up with your own shenanigans, or message me at

folklores if you want to talk something out!

[With all of these bitties running around, clearly what's needed is a responsible adult to herd them all into one place and keep them safe - or at least content and distracted. Thankfully, Lunafreya seems to have aged in the opposite direction from most of the other denizens of heaven, so she's taken it upon herself to do just that.

Her graying hair is tied back into a bun, she's wearing spectacles with beaded chains tucked behind her ears, and her face is wrinkled, but that familiar warm smile is enough to let anyone know that it's the same Luna they know and love. She moves a little slower than she used to, but she's taking this all rather well, so she sends out a message on the morning of the 16th.]

Hello, everyone. It seems something strange is happening again. If anyone is feeling lonely, out of place, or if you just want someone to talk to, feel free to stop by Raphael's cathedral.

[Smiling, she lifts up a plate of cookies.]

I've just baked a batch of chocolate chip cookies, and I've got a whole library full of fun stories we can read together.

A. July 16 morning (closed to Izanagi shrine)

[Naoto had felt the intensity in the atmosphere throughout the day on the 15th. It had kept her up well into the evening hours, as she waited anxiously for something, anything to occur. The overall tense feeling in the air throughout the day, it had to mean that something would happen. Didn't it? However, as the clock reached 11:00 p.m., it finally started to seem like nothing actually would, and, as a result, Naoto's exhaustion from spending practically the whole day as a bundle of nerves finally caught up with her. She allows herself to retire to a peaceful slumber, unaware of what was coming just a little over an hour later.]

[Naoto wakes up on the morning of July 16 completely unaware of the shockwave that rumbled through the entire Far Shore last night. In fact, she cannot recall having quite so sound a sleep before. Stretching her arms over her head, did Naoto's pajama feel a little bit smaller and tighter for some reason? Or was it just her imagination. As she gets up to being her morning routine, it's then that Naoto catches sight of herself in the mirror. There's a momentary pause as her brain processes what it is she's seeing being reflected back at her.]

Wha- wha- WHAT IS THIIIIIISSSSSSSSS?!

[Sorry, Izanagi household. You may have just woken up to the confused scream of a familiar sounding adult woman, which sounded like it came from Naoto's room.]

B. July 16 - July 17 (open to anyone)

[Although Naoto's original plan was to sit in her room and wait for the effects of whatever was happening to wear off, she soon reasoned that whatever was going on may not simply fix itself, and that she instead would be better served by going out to try and gather information. Fortunately for her, not long after she woke up some years older, she'd found a professional looking, seemingly tailor-fit beige suit in her closet. Well, at least she now had something to wear that fits her current, adult self.]

[Naoto will be out investigating these strange fluctuations in aging for these two days. She may approach on occasion and attempt to engage some people in conversation, especially any of her CR that she might recognize.]

Excuse me. Have you happened to hear anything about what is going on? What could cause something as strange as this to happen on so wide a scale?

[Otherwise, you are free to bump into Naoto while she's out and about trying to find some answers.]

C. Aftermath

[In a weird way, now that her proper age had been restored, Naoto found herself missing the feeling of being more grown up, of being an adult. She had felt a certain difference after a little while in the way she'd carried herself. Wearing that suit while out investigating, there had been a certain, subtle feeling of being in her element and of achievement that, since returning to her proper, younger age, she was only now fully aware had been there. It was all strangely bittersweet.]

[A day or two later, Naoto can be found at a cafe on the Near Shore. She's sitting alone, quietly thinking to herself and occasionally taking a sip from a cup of coffee. Feel free to approach and try to break her out of this melancholy mood if you'd like.]

((Feel free to hit me up at

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Edited 2017-05-17 01:00 (UTC)

[Forrest is about to have an eventful couple of days - first aging up to early twenties, and then down to about age six. He'll be dealing with it the best way he knows how.]

July 16th

[Forrest as a young adult is the spitting image of his father Leo - if Leo dressed in pastels and wore his hair in curls, that is. He's grown taller and his features have become slightly sharper, but it's definitely the same Forrest. The first thing he did when he woke up this way was head to Odin's temple to seek Leo's advice, only to find his father's age had changed in the opposite direction. It seems dark magic won't be the solution to this problem, but at least he had the foresight to take away Brynhildr from the now young and inexperienced Leo. Once he's made sure he's safe at his own temple, Forrest heads out for a walk to clear his thoughts, often looking down at the tome in his hands.]

I wonder... can I control its power now?

July 17th

[The next day, Forrest finds himself in a younger body and in unfamiliar surroundings. To him, he's gone from a safe house in the Deeprealms with his foster family to a big scary place he's never seen before, full of people he's never met.

He's wearing a pink lace sundress and his hair is in pigtails as he quietly toddles around the streets of the Far Shore trying to find a familiar face. The longer he wanders, though, the more lost and afraid he gets until he's sitting on the ground quietly crying to himself.

Help?]

( usually

icyhot - shouto's aged down the whole time and has no prompts outside of this )

I. july 16th, the far shore (around)

Are you usually a child? Are you one for the day, and don't remember being a teenager or adult?

If you're out and about, Shouto will be wandering around, curious about everything. He doesn't remember his childhood, but considering he looked in the mirror and saw his scar, he figures it probably wasn't that great and leaves it at that. But he also... doesn't really know how to be a kid? So even if he remembers being in this place, and that he's a shinki, and everything that's happened, it doesn't cover the fact that he doesn't know what kids... you know, do.

So he'll approach you, if it looks like you're up to something possibly interesting.

#smooth

II. july 17th, the far shore (park outskirts)

Shouto didn't want to disturb the spirits - that would have been rude - so he's along the outskirts of it, practicing with his quirk. His control is a little difficult to get a good gauge on, at this size and power output combined, so he figures he ought to at least figure it out. He'd accidentally frozen and burnt things all day yesterday, after all.

Which results in some interesting looking ice formations, as he tries to figure things out.

He could probably make a slide or something, if asked. Ask him.

III. wildcard

Feel free to hit me up with your own shenanigans, or message me at

folklores if you want to talk something out!

[A]

[July 16th]
[Oona as a child honestly... Looks almost exactly the same? She's much shorter, obviously, there are no scars decorating her body, and her hair is cut to just below her ears, but it's still obviously her. There's also inexplicably what looks like a big orange starfish clipped in her hair to keep one side back, in case people had doubts who this was.

Unfortunately, she also has no idea how to walk. She's still without her mermaid tail, and it's painful when she tries-- nd terrifying, since she has no idea why she's suddenly human. The shoes Forrest had made her had been thrown off in a fit of confusion somewhere and she's been trying to basically army crawl anywhere but god is that tedious.

It doesn't help she can't speak very well either, knowing only a few words in anything that resembles speech. Understanding what others say is one thing, but she can't speak properly at all.

In all she's exhausted by this and currently is sitting on the ground in her extremely dirty and torn dress (it was pretty, blue with a wave pattern on it), bawling her eyes out. The tears become pearls the second they drip off her face, meaning a pretty sizable collection is forming around her too. Her crying goes back and forth between being actual crying sounds, and a strange, inhuman warbling whistling/crooning noise that, despite not being words, still seems to give the impression of speech-- More importantly, the impression of being terrified and alone.]

[B]
[July 16th or 17th]

[So Oona's learned to walk again, though she still limps terribly and is super unbalanced, losing her footing and tripping at the drop of a hat. Still, she's determined to keep moving on!! And it makes a good excuse when she does shit like this...:

Are you having a good day? Or even a decent one? Or hell. Just a day. Does't matter. Perhaps you're casually buying groceries or eating something you picked up from somewhere, it doesn't matter because Oona has latched herself to your arm like a leech.

She blinks big ol' blue eyes at you, and then pointedly looks at the food you have.] Eat? [And she points to herself oh-so hopefully. FEED HER.]

[Wildcard]

[De-aged or not, Oona can be found before or after the event as needed/wanted by anyone, just let me know!]

July 15th
[Owain has been impatiently waiting to be assigned to a new god. Also he's eager to find out what role he will play in things. So he's standing by main gathering places posing with his hand in front of his face, hoping to be recognized by his new god or goddess.

Something is also heavy in the air though and he'll shout at anyone who passes.]

Be wary traveler. Something lurks above the heavens. The air is thick with malice, like a viper ready to strike. Steel yourself and gather your allies. The time may be nigh!

[He has no reason to actually believe it's a bad thing. He's just going to jump to conclusions.]

July 16th-17th
[The shockwave hits and Owain finds himself aged up a year or so. He's wearing different, more revealing and skin tight clothing now and he is posing with his hand outward and arm twisted. He has the headband and everything.

Oh, and he's still verbally harassing anyone who passes.]

Do you feel it? A hex is upon us. I fear that even my greatest and darkest magics cannot unravel it. With the right tools I may be able to overwhelm it with my own awesome power.

[His cape flutters behind him as he swishes it about while talking dramatically.]

Aftermath
[Owain is back to looking like his ordinary, swordsman self. As ordinary as Owain gets. Still, like any other day, he waxes on dramatically at anyone he encounters. This time though his voice doesn't have the same boisterous energy and he seems to be generally half assing it.

He's a bit distracted.]

It seems we are as we once were. I guess it showed... I mean I suppose it revealed to us quite a bit. I wonder...

Edited 2017-05-17 01:21 (UTC)

((OOC: Note that Niles as a teenager will be dealing with uncomfortable situations such as hired murder, and doing anything for money, viewer discretion is advised.))

[After Niles gets the fuck out of where ever he is, because he doesn't know he even is, he starts to stalk around the place. He's a terrified teen, mainly because he doesn't know where he is, or what even is going on. All he can think about is finding something to eat. Finding some place to hide. And having someone give him money.

Because he'll do a lot for even a little. Just a little bit of something.

He's scruffy, wearing very little that isn't ripped or torn at this point. He's also rather cold, and his eyepatch is not his regular eyepatch. That's torn up too, and barely hanging on.

He heard someone call him Niles earlier, but he has no idea what that name means.

After all, someone gave him the name Zero. And it's all he knew.]

Hey.

[He walks up to someone, anyone, who's currently alone, and pulls on their arm.]

...Y'got any money? Need somethin' done?

Edited 2017-05-17 03:27 (UTC)

i. Closed to Ao

[He knows what is coming this time.

[It is not welcome. It is far from welcome. The sensation, the calling of God to - to their partner, tugs at him like the call of the dragon blood that guides him to his brothers. He had been no kind of master to Demyx, and had hardly wanted to be. The release from that bond had come as nothing but a relief; but it had been far too much to hope that the Heavens might understand he was never meant to assume such a station. Of course, as soon as they had realized it, they would have corrected that.

[Kija has the notebook, from last time, held to his chest. He has the door thrown wide. He stands in what he supposes he must call his temple grounds, to save whoever is coming the awkwardness of finding their way inside. He does not want to do this; he must do better.

[A smile, he thinks, would be wholly inappropriate.]

ii. OTA; The Far Shore

[He isn't at home.

[Kija knows his village, and this isn't it. Yes, it is his world; but it is still a village, there are still places beyond it, and he is absolutely sure that he would have noticed any one of the big, strange-looking buildings he has found himself surrounded by if they'd played any part in his life before. There's only so much any village can hold and this... whatever-it-is, is it a temple? Why else would it be so big? this peculiar place is nowhere he has ever seen. They would have no use for it, anyway.

[Which doesn't really help. No. He's... somewhere, and he can't remember getting there. Briefly, Kija wonders if he has been kidnapped. Would anyone do that? Well, bandits might, if they were very disrespectful and stupid. That... would seem to make sense, sort of, except there were guards and patrols and it would never happen, and also whoever had done it would surely have wanted to watch him? They would not have simply let him go wandering around as he pleased and anyway, he is sure he would remember something like that.

[In that case he is just lost. All right. Kija doesn't remember doing that either, he has been warned against wandering and so doesn't do it, but he is lost now, and that's a little... Crying or something wouldn't help, it won't magic up Granny or any other familiar face, so he won't do it. What he will do is - is help himself. He's not a baby, he can get home by himself, but which way is home? Maybe there is someone he can ask.

[Politely.]

Excuse me. Where is Hakuryuu Village, please?

[Because why wouldn't everybody know that?]

Before; ( Closed to Zeno )
[ Bright green eyes blinked once, then twice, her head tilting just a fraction to the side as she stared ahead of her. An all too confused red head teenager was standing on her own in the hall, everything about the surrounding view unfamiliar to her.

Chise looked down at herself, examining herself over-- she was dressed in her turtleneck and pants, necklace around her neck and bracelet at her wrist, the only off thing to be that instead of regular shoes she was wearing slippers. Why she was outside in slippers escaped her but she didn't dwell on it. After a moment to consider that she seemed perfectly fine, she proceeded to walk around the hall, curious and wondering where she could find someone to help her. ]

July 17th; ( Open )
[ She knew things were odd today but that didn't mean she couldn't go to the library to find a book or two.

Although it caught her by surprise when a goblin suddenly dropped dead from age in front of her, after the sudden new wave, unable to help the small yelp at that. She had been carrying a book to find a quiet spot to read and had nearly dropped it in her surprise. ]

Eh--?

Wildcard;
[ Chise will not be age swapping but if you want to do anything with her, throw a starter below and we'll go from there! Or contact me at

tantei! ]

Edited 2017-05-17 03:21 (UTC)

July 16

[ Yona had been slightly distracted the day before by the sudden arrival of the two new shinki and the subsequent memories of their death that had accompanied them. Shaken up, she'd put on a brave face for as long as she could manage before excusing herself for the night and collapsing into her pillow in tears.

She completely missed the strange feeling - or chalked it up to the tension she could already feel over Hak and Jae-Ha's arrival as her new shinki - and eventually fell asleep like that.

Fortunately, she woke up much less troubled the next morning. And also considerably smaller. Not that she was aware of that, since she'd quite clearly always been a tiny four-year-old goddess, everyone else must clearly be confused. As she is when she's older, Yona doesn't really have much shyness about her and while she's polite and composed as any ~~Princess~~ Goddess should be, she also has a bit of a mischievous streak and when not being minded by her shinki, has a tendency to slip off and follow wherever her curiosity might lead her... ]

July 17

[ Fortunately, the strange effect time had on her seems to right itself the next day, having her waking up her normal age (she thinks? Or is she now a little older?) and feeling very confused about the day she'd spend as a much younger version of herself. With things mostly seeming to have righted themselves for her, she'll be quick to seek out those she knows to see if they are alright as well. Oh, and if she spots anyone needing a helping hand or also caught by this strange and unfortunate magic, she'll be quite happy to step in and assist wherever needed. ]

Edited 2017-05-17 01:26 (UTC)

16th, wandering about the Far Shore
baby ballerina's
hiding somewhere in the corner

[Soujirou is feeling the lack of familiarity acutely despite being a shinki, and therefore not having much to compare it to. Possibly the feeling of being adrift and superfluous just comes naturally to him, an integral part of the person he used to be at age nine.

So he walks hesitantly, eyes darting around even though his face stays mostly expressionless, shoulders slightly hunched as if he's expecting a scolding. He's picked up a broom somewhere, he doesn't know why, but he's clutching it in his arms in a defensive gesture. If anyone looks at him for too long, he starts to sweep the ground where he stands, staring back intently.]

16th, at Hachiman's temple
where the shadow wraps around her
and our torches cannot find her

[He's found his way back to where he woke up, and is currently out in the garden, watching the multicolored ducks frolicking about the place with plain confusion. Everything looks so... so traditional and serene and imposing. The ducks clearly don't belong here.

He squats down, trying to outstare one of them as it waddles closer. Clearly this kid has never learned what hellbeasts ducks can be.]

This is supposed to be the home of a God? [He glances down at his broom on the ground, as if contemplating poking the duck with it.] Must be a pretty dumb God.

17th, about the Near Shore
so grow tall sugarcane
eat that soil, drink the rain

[No longer an unsmiling child of nine, there is definitely some of the awkward gangliness of teenage boys about Souji, though it's somewhat hidden by his loose clothes and the graceful way he moves. Apparently he hasn't grown out of that girly face or those big eyes in what appears to be four or five years passing overnight - although he has grown into confidence and good cheer.

He can be found all over, with some money he has somehow procured and an apparent determination to spend it. He most likely is continuously stuffing his face with candy at all times, even as he plays with toys and excitedly tries out clothes in the middle of stores like a complete disaster. Someone contain this. Or join him? You might not even have a choice as he'll occasionally turn to passing strangers and fling one of these at their face, or ask their opinion about clothes, or offer them some candy.

(How come he acts like a bigger kid now than before?)]

Edited 2017-05-17 01:28 (UTC)

Before - The Far Shore

[There's something coming. Even someone without his senses, he thinks, ought to be able to feel it, to taste it in the strangely-charged air.]

[Perhaps it's to do with O-Bon. It seems appropriate to him that new shinki would be arriving now -- it's a time for souls to cross over, after all. And that could naturally come with... complications.]

[He never seems to be in much of a rush, and indeed, often looks like he's just out for a leisurely stroll or serenely sipping a cup of tea (while watching the native gods and shinki run around like chickens with their heads cut off), but today, the typically-reclusive Shinki can be seen turning up all around the Far Shore, quietly watching everyone, keeping an eye out for a sign of what's going on.]

[It's coming, whatever it is, and he isn't going to be caught off guard.]

July 16th

[He was never a very big man to begin with. Most people tower over him, even with his habit of wearing rather tall geta.]

[But suddenly, the Medicine Seller is... a size he can't recall ever being.]

[Then again, he wouldn't, would he?]

[A child of about five is standing near a crossroads on the Far Shore, blinking in confusion at the weighty, layered kimono that's tied far too loosely around him, and the long sleeves that his hands can't reach the ends of.]

This... may prove troublesome.

[He's going to need new shoes. He might kill himself trying to walk in these.]

July 17th - the library

[Thankfully, he's spared the hassle of a second change.]

[On the other hand, he's still tiny, and the one time he went to the Near Shore to see if he could find any interesting answers there, old people who were close enough to the other side to see him kept trying to give him candy and ask where his parents were.]

[The Medicine Seller is sitting in the library, on top of a stack of books to help him see over the edge of the table, paying no mind to the body of a withered old goblin a couple of feet away.]

[He has research to do. That's more important, isn't it?]

July 17th - the library (ii)

[Other visitors to the library might be somewhat startled by the sudden appearance of a small child nearby, tugging at their sleeve for attention.]

...That book.

[He points a short, stubby finger, still with immaculately-neatly-painted nails, to a high shelf nearby.]

Can you reach it?

Aftermath - Sansa's temple

[He feels the light more than he sees it.]

[It doesn't take him long to get back to his mistress's temple, even on his short, stubby legs. Even so, it's starting to fade already when he arrives, and when it does...]

[He looks down at his clothes, and doesn't quite sigh aloud, but he's tempted to.]

[This won't do at all.]

[He manages to untie his obi and shrug out of his top, but keeps the too-tight pants, conscious of the thought that his mistress might not be comfortable with him running around completely naked until he can get back to his room. He can only hope no one will see the awkward shuffle that their tightness reduces his usual graceful strides to while he's on his way there...]

Edited 2017-05-17 01:28 (UTC)

July 16 & 17

[ Nanako doesn't think anything strange about waking up as a teenager, although this is sure to cause some confusion with anyone else who doesn't remember her being that way. Slim and still resembling her cousin in some ways, she can be spotted with much longer hair often drawn back off her face by a pair of pink ribbons.

She's got her hands full since several people she knows seems to be affected by whatever is happening and she's quick to look after any of the young children she sees that need help, as well as offering a hand to those who have remained old enough to look after them all - since they seem much outnumbered all of a sudden.

She can be found at certain times at her temple, cooking large meals and making bento boxes to be handed out to anyone who looks hungry and also enlisting anyone who knows what they're doing or perhaps just has an extra pair of hands to borrow.

Although on the rare times it seems like they might have everything under control she slips out to see some of her friends and check that everything in their temples are alright as well... Or maybe to just catch her breath and take a walk or a quick flight - something she is exceptionally better at at this age, light and graceful and experienced as she wings overhead. Hopefully, someone has some answers about what is going on soon.... ]

i. 16th - Cerberus

[ The vampire's familiar was after him. He'd left Ichiru to draw it away and even after two hours he still couldn't lose it, worst yet, he'd gotten lost! By now his legs were hurting and he couldn't catch his breath anymore, so by the time he turned a corner he wasn't fast enough to avoid the head-on collision with the other person and was sent him flying hitting the ground at a hard angle. ]

ii. 17th - Temples

[ Zero heard of the gods, of their powers. They could summon the elements like vampires. And some... some could even perform miracles. His heart had caught in his throat the first time he'd heard of them - Healers. It's what took him away from his brother. The young hunter was determined to find a Healer and bring them back to Ichiru. No more medicines. With a determined look, Zero approached the first temple and knocked. ]

iii. Wildcard

[ ota. feel free to make up your own scenario. ]

[ July 16 - Morning - Closed to Mikleo ]

[ Eric's about 9 or 10 when he woke up and he knew today was going to be good. Why? Because who cares everything's great. He'll find something to do.

And he did. He's busy making something with another little boy, a small wooden stand, table...thing with a crude sign saying 'ice cream' in English, Japanese and another language from Mikleo's world. Eric's grinning ear to ear at his friend. ]

This is the best idea ever made! Mikleo is the coolest!

[ July 16 - Afternoon ]

[ Summer was here, and it was warm. But fear not! Because there's this kid with a tray of a couple of soft serve ice creams. He'll be close by the stand, trying to get any adults or kids to come by and try his friends tasty treat!

You might be the lucky one where Eric shows off a couple of the ones made, giving some good puppy eyes. ]

Hey! Want some ice cream? It's pretty hot so you can cool down!

[ July 17 ]

[ After the surge, Eric's a little older, about 11 or 12, but he's not looking so good. Wearing an oversized t shirt that showed burns and bruises, a large one around his neck like he had been wearing a collar. His clothes being too big only amplified just how skinny he was, a bit too bony for a growing child.

But Eric wasn't concerned much with looks so much as running, trying to find anything, something familiar because this wasn't suppose to be where he was suppose to be, and it was causing panic.

Unfortunately that meant his running might cause him to collide with someone and he topples to the ground. It only takes a moment for him to start to scramble back up, terrified of the consequences. ]

A..ah...s-sorry! I'm sorry!

[ Wildcard ]

(OOC: If you can think of anything else just let me know! Ping me on plurk:senea )

[Cardia is unaffected by the timey wimey nonsense going around but she's having some trouble keeping track of her newly de aged shinki. He keeps wandering off. Are all kids like that? Not that she's ever talked to anyone under the age of ten before.

But she's worried about all the awful things that could happen to him while he's like this. What if he runs into an ayakashi?

She starts off searching the library, both on the near and far shore. Then she tries several bookstores, a local park (kids like those right?), and eventually just starts looking in any random place that comes to mind.]

La- I mean, Shaye? Can you hear me?

[And anyone from the far shore will likely get stopped for a quick question.]

Pardon me, have you seen a small boy with red hair and an eye patch?

[[OOC: Aged down account for

koukai_kirai!]]

Before - Hachiman's Temple

[He's got a bad feeling about this.]

[Of course, he's always got a bad feeling about things. That's who he is as a person. It doesn't help that in his experience, his bad feelings are usually right.]

[Hijikata is sitting on the veranda of the living quarters at his temple, smoking his pipe, looking out at the sky as if he's scrutinizing the far horizon for rainclouds.]

[The question right now is, is there any hope of knowing what's going on before it strikes, or should he just focus on being prepared to react the moment it does, whatever it is?]

July 16th - the Far Shore

[He's... a god?]

[He's a god.]

[Obviously, that "I'm gonna be a samurai someday" thing that people always laughed at him about was underselling himself!]

[Some of the clothes in his closet are a little bit confusing -- he's not quite sure how buttons are supposed to work, honestly, or Western-style shoes -- but he manages to find some yukata that look good, and spends a few minutes just admiring himself in the mirror on the closet door. (A full-length mirror! In his own home! How amazing is that?)]

[Sure, this place is weird, and if he's going to be honest, he misses his big brother and Kat-san and maybe even Souji, but that's no reason not to jump on an opportunity, is it? He grabs a wooden training sword from the dojo on his temple grounds, just in case there's any trouble, and heads out to explore the Far Shore!]

July 16th - the Near Shore - a shopping district in Tokyo

[There's something weird going on.]

[Toshizou is used to the way people react to him. He's used to turning heads without much effort, used to girls blushing and tittering, to other boys' admiration, to older men and women giving him the occasional appreciative, appraising glance. He might be from peasant stock, but he's damned if he's ever been common about it.]

[He's a grade-A heartthrob, damn it, so why isn't anyone even glancing at him?]

Tch... It's probably these stupid clothes...

[On top of being a little too big, they're so plain! There's nothing eye-catching about them at all!]

[Sulking a little, he begins to look for an accessory shop. Something in red ought to make this boring old outfit pop a little more...]

July 17th - the Far Shore, a public park

[Toshizou has got a lot on his mind right now.]

[It's been a little awkward to hang around his temple today, ever since Souji went from being the age he's supposed to be to being around his own age and distressingly attractive, so he's found a relatively quiet spot somewhere else to sit and have have a smoke and think.]

[Something's going on with people's ages, that much is obvious. And he's... he isn't unaffected, is he? That would explain why the clothes in his closet are too big. (It would explain why they're so damn boring, too. How old is he?)]

[The question is why it's happening, and what can be done. But he's only been a god for a day or so, and he's not even sure about how this is happening...]

[Spotting someone nearby, he looks them up and down with a curious eye. If he's been here a while already and doesn't remember it...]

...You. We haven't met before, have we?

Aftermath - Hachiman's temple

[...Oh, thank the heavens, it's over.]

[Hijikata lies down on his back in the grass of his garden, stares up at the sky for a moment or two, then rubs his face with both hands.]

...fucking embarrassment...

[And now he has to keep his memories of being that young and desperate and absurd? That hardly seems fair.]

July 16

[ Yata wakes in a strange place with no idea how he got there and as a young child, that's really not good. Sneaking out of the strange building he finds himself in and clutching the too-big skateboard he'd woken with, he slips out searching for anything and anyone familiar as he goes.

Although the more he wanders, the braver and more daring he feels, since no one's here to yell at him and this place is awesome. Even at a young age, he manages to be pretty talented on his skateboard, zipping around the Far Shore and poking his nose into anything that looks interesting. He might be a little wary around adults, because, uh, he doesn't want to start getting yelled at now that he's having so much fun, but other kids and even teens out and about might find him zooming up to them to say hi and see what they're up to, in the best of moods and openly energetic and cheerful about showing it. ]

July 17

[ So that was... weird. Really weird. Yata wakes up the next day back to his normal self (or as normal as he ever is) and heads out of his new god's temple to try and find some answers. Or maybe just see who else might still be stuck tiny. Or worse, old. Sounds like a pretty entertaining time, to him. ]

Edited 2017-05-17 02:06 (UTC)

[A: July 16th]

[Davesprite had felt the timescrew somewhere in the depths of himself, an unshakeable feeling that something was off in a way he could no longer really comprehend. But nobody else had seemed all that worried, so when he goes to settle down in his nest that night, it's with a relatively clear head.

When he wakes up the next morning, he practically falls out of the nest swearing, because what kind of uncool birdlike shit is this for him to be involved in?

It might be hard to recognise Davesprite, even for the people who know him - the bright orange is gone, as are his feathers, wings and ghostly tail. Indeed, he looks fairly normal for a thirteen-year-old boy, even given his hair and skin so pale it's almost white, and flashes of red eyes that can occasionally be seen if he turns his head at the right angle. He's wearing the same shades as he did as his sprite version, though, and his hairstyle and freckles are almost identical as well. He straightens the coat of the white suit jacket he's wearing, tucks a hand into his pocket, and looks out over whatever the fuck new world this is he's found himself in.]

Alright, I'm ready for any fucking minute the crew to come out from behind the curtain and pop the confetti announcement that I've been punked. [His lack of memories doesn't exactly support that being the case, though.]

--

[B: July 17th]

[Having figured himself out slightly more now and still with no memories, Dave(sprite)'s current main focus is the obvious time fuckery happening here. He'll be damned if he remembers why or how, but he can feel in the depths of himself that time is fucked beyond all recognition here, and he feels like it's his responsibility to make that stop being a thing.

Any likely-looking suspects will get a chill, casual approach from a clearly incredibly cool kid still in the distinct shades, as he gives them a long look before apparently deigning to speak to them.]

Hey, so, you look like you might've been here more than the last twenty four hours of whatever the hell this is, so if you know anything about the incomprehensible timefuck happening right now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.

[No, he's not any more comprehensible than Davesprite is. He also doesn't sound much like that's an actual threat rather than an attempt at a cool and recognisable quip.]

--

[C: Aftermath]

[The last coming of the time-wrecking wave is something the younger Dave can feel innately, but not do anything about - it's something he's kind of resigned to at this point, not that he really gets why that would be. Once the wave passes over, his body is caught up in it and begins to change back into the form he'd come here in, skin staining orange, feathers and wings returning, legs vanishing in favour of the ghostly tail.

As soon as it ends, Davesprite curls over, head held in his hands, because that just presented about seven fucking thousand questions he really isn't sure he wants to know the answer to.]

What the fuck, what the fuck was that-- [He breaks off as soon as anyone comes close, but not quite soon enough to hide his brief freakout.]

Edited 2017-05-17 03:33 (UTC)

i. 16th - Tag

[ How he got roped into the game no one will ever know but the moment it starts and he's suddenly deemed "it" everyone scatters running away from him. The teen looks passive, as if he isn't going to chase them down but the moment he see's someone step into his vision, he strikes. He never runs from a challenge. And suddenly, there's a red haired teen slamming you into a wall. ]

Tag.

[ He says in a passive tone, letting go. Sorry about that but he never got a chance to look at all the players so he's assuming you're one of them. By the way, you're "it". ]

ii. 17th - Chicken

[ The next day finds the teen in another - 'how did you get roped into this shit!' - mess. The name of the game - Chicken. The only rule - don't quit. And Mikoto doesn't. He and a gang of teens bike down a hill that suddenly breaks off into the ocean and while they all start breaking once the edge starts coming up, Mikoto doesn't, not even when the ground suddenly disappears beneath him and he's in the air looking as passive as ever before gravity decides to raise its ugly head. He goes down, bike and all, into the crashing waves below. Somebody save this idiot! ]

iii. wildcard

[ ota. feel free to make up your own scenario. ]

July 16th - Outside Bastet's Temple

[When he wakes up, he feels...]

[He feels calmer, somehow.]

[There's a moment of panic when he sees himself in the mirror -- slightly pudgy around the tummy, hair starting to go gray around a face still holding onto its softness and youth -- but when it fades, the calm is back. Or perhaps it's less that he's actively calm, and more that his baseline has just... lost some of its neurotic tendencies?]

[Like he's just more used to being happy, less afraid of everything suddenly disappearing.]

[It's... nice, to think he might be like this when he's older.]

[He wanders out to the front of the temple, pausing here and there to give ear-scratches to the plethora of cats (domestic and wild) who live there with them. For a while, he tries to do some light calisthenics and stretches, but the cats demand attention, and who is he to disobey?]

Yes, yes... come here, then.

[CATS. CATS EVERYWHERE, and he's pretty okay with it, to be honest.]

July 17th - the Far Shore

[A bit of grey hair? Make that a full head of white hair.]

[Yuuri's still determined to lead a healthy and active lifestyle, but going out for a walk this morning meant having to drop by the Near Shore and buy himself a nice cane. Still, he looks pretty serene, especially compared to his usual frequent states of panic. He's just shuffling around the Far Shore in his high-waisted pants and neatly-buttoned dress shirt like an old man might in any pleasant little Japanese suburb, nodding politely to anyone he crosses paths with.]

Good morning! It looks like another hot day today, doesn't it?

Aftermath - Bastet's Temple, presumably closed to Viktor or Yuri

[He's already in the temple when the glow starts, puttering around the kitchen to make a nice big breakfast for everyone. It takes a lot of focus to remember what he's doing, so he isn't really fully aware of the strange feeling in the air until all of a sudden, he finds his hands steadier and his body stronger than just a moment before.]

[He blinks, looks around... then just goes back to flipping pancakes. No sense letting them burn, right?]

[[OOC: If you'd like to thread something else with him, hit me up at

cognitiveleague, or throw a wildcard here and we can see how it goes!]

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