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The Age Up/Down Meme

Look, most of our characters have lots of backstory to take advantage of, or headcanons for their future. This is the place to use it!

Prompts

1) People are suddenly shifting ages on the good ship Teremity! It's probably space waves and will fix itself in a day or two, so enjoy reliving your mispent youth.

2) You were always this age! Nothing bad is happening and you all already know each other and it's all cute af. A fluff option.

3) You are this age... and going through your round (or a remixed version) of your Airlocked season. Not for the REALLY young age downs!

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[~~and some of us have headcanon that's no longer viable THANKS SQUEENIX~~]

[Ardyn Lucis Caelum II, age eighteen, looks not unlike Junpei, if Junpei had wine-red hair slowly edging towards shades of violet and hazel eyes that weren't quite yellow just yet. He wears the same orange scarf he always does, along with a black outfit and a silver accessory on the right side of his head that resembles a small horn or antler. He carries himself like any other confident teenager even if his speech patterns are pretty archaic; he's casual, friendly, and almost always smiling. Except when he's causing trouble. Or flirting. Then he's smirking like the coeurl that caught the chocochick.]

[If we're going the murdergame option, the Champion Healer is exactly as kind and affable--but one hundred percent serious when he needs to be, especially during trials. He doesn't take any death well at all, but consistently refuses to let anyone see him unless he's either smiling or determined. If he's beaten to organizing an afterparty himself, you can bet he's helping as much as possible and checking up on everyone.]

Edited 2017-09-22 03:35 (UTC)

[new regeneration, who dis]

[Long story short and partially incorrect? Time Lord aging is WEIRD. Despite looking and acting far younger than his other self, the Doctor's PIP, if affected, will list him at the ripe old age of about 1100. His personality can best be described as something akin to a housecat with infinite catnip access who somehow frequently manages get to seemingly impossible places in ways that aren't clearly accidental or deliberate. If we're talking the murdergame option, this translates in trials to focussing on seemingly everything but the relevant evidence until he points out some critical idea or clue, usually assuming everyone else had already been aware of it.]

[He has little mercy or patience for any intentional culprits, but takes each death very hard, usually disappearing for most of any afterparties. He also has a very bad habit of trying to test the exact limits of any rules in place.]

[La la, coming in after getting the mail when--]

Bwah! Warn people when you're playing around with the hardlights, you'll make people think there's an intruder! ...Wait, who is this?

[for being a full three years Ardyn's junior, Xander is already starting to look aged past his years. But his long gangly limbs and not quite leaned out baby face give him away. He sure TRIES to act older, always frowning and lecturing others. But occasionally he can be caught laughing or joining in on the fun- after which he always looks guilty.

During trials his mature facade breaks though, and he often can't look anyone in the eye, and he stutters through evidence, though his meticulous notekeeping has helped more then once. In fact, tonight's trial had him actually cry out and bite back tears at the execution- and flee right after. All anyone could get out of him was that 'Father would be disgusted with my conduct.' He doesn't show up at the afterparty at all. But around the time things are being cleaned up for the night he shows up, red faced and sweating, curls limp and stuck to his neck... and shocked to see anyone still up.

He stares, then turns, clearly meaning to bolt]

[Yes, technically this is a journal for Mai's hope and not actual child Mai. However, this is a meme and I do what I want.

Mai knocks on Ardyn's door and shyly looks in.]

Um... you're really good at healing stuff, right? Better than me, since you're a grownup.

Oh, Yurika! Good, you're okay. It's the Doctor, not a hardlight though. Woke up like this, some kind of extremely isolated freak temporal storm, bouncing around my own timeline while staying in the same time and place. Really quite fascinating, though now that I say it out loud it's slightly less fascinating and rather more slightly terrifying, a bit.

[A brief pause, clearing his throat.]

...Anything good in the mail, then?

Ah--sometimes, yes.

[Ardyn's door was usually left open; if he was afraid someone was going to kill him, it didn't exactly show. He greeted Mai with a small smile, stepping back to allow her to come in.]

I fear myself ill-equipped for it now, but are you hurt?

Ah--Xander, wait.

[Ardyn crossed the room perhaps a little too quickly once Xander turned around, quickly slipping the pen he'd used to do so into a pocket before reaching out to the other royal's shoulder. He was particularly mindful of the prince among all their other companions, for reasons the king had never quite gone into detail about.]

Come, sit down; there's still some tea left if you would like some, and I'm sure there's yet a sandwich or two in the kitchen.

[Mai shrinks back at first, shakes her head, and cautiously steps in.]

No... But, um, I think I did it wrong.

Bills.

So you're supposed to look like this?

What is it you mean, my dear? [A little too tall for his age, he knelt down to Mai's eye level.]

Apparently, yes! It happens. Sometimes. Bit of a long story.

[Mai sniffles and tries to look serious.]

I was crying because someone sprayed the bee-san hive by the school, but then they all started coming back and now they're chasing everyone. I think they're mad.

Well, we don't have anything but time... Wait, that was really bad, wasn't it?

[Wait. Wait, hey. Who's this grandmotherly woman puttering about a space murdergame? She certainly seems rather Betty White-esque, from the sweet, unassuming exterior to the mischievous, clever interior that you just can't bring yourself to suspect until it rears its head. During the peaceful moments she bakes and makes the children - i.e., anyone younger than her - laugh and feel a lot more at home and comfortable, and she will grandmother the heck out of you if she feels you've been straining yourself, or perceives that you're incredibly upset. During the serious moments? This Jane Crocker's bones may creak, but her brain is sharp as a tack, and she observes murder scenes and takes stock of clues and can put them together with relative ease, not pleased in the least with anything that's happened but determined to get to the truth and set right what's been wronged.

She's got a funny, old-fashioned way of speaking still, and that distinct "Hoo hoo hoo!" of a laugh, so exactly how much has changed in Jane besides the addition of a several decades?

Open to all three options!]

[When Ardyn is suddenly there and touching him... Xander stiffens, eyes wide and fingers digging into his palms, as if bracing for something. But in another breath he unwinds.]

Th... there's no need. I was already rude enough in not responding to the invitation...

[Ardyn had to try very hard to look serious about that, for a much different reason.]

[Namely, because he thought it was hilarious.]

Oh, my. I hope everyone's smart enough to take cover, at least.

Just a bit bad, yeah. Accurate, but bad.

Think nothing of it. It was hardly what I would call a royal invite necessitating attention.

[He dropped his hand once he noticed Xander's discomfort, gesturing back towards the dining room.]

I will not force you if you would prefer to be left alone. And if it is solitude you wish, then I can take my leave instead. I would just like it were I to know you'd eaten something today.

Jane! Good.

[The Doctor is pacing around frantically, but stops and does a sort of pirouette in place as he spots Jane, approaching.]

It's me, the Doctor. Try to stay calm, but something's gone very badly wibbly wobbly. Not sure what, not sure how many people it's affecting, don't know how to fix it. Ignore that last part. We need to find everyone and get them together, take stock of everyone affected.

[He takes a couple short steps back and forth before turning back to her.]

There's something I'm missing, I know it. Something big, staring me right in the face, you ever get that feeling?

[Welcome to crotchety grandpa town. While Tenmyouji, as he introduces himself, doesn't seem like a bad person per se--that is, he's not cruel for cruelty's sake and has no plans for world domination--he's definitely an asshole. He wastes no time on sympathy or trust--not unless someone's a child in need. Then he's got a softer side, buried as it is under layers of gruff garbage.

The man is sharp but too quick to anger, which often clouds his otherwise decent powers of observation and character judgment. Those who can withstand his bitterness and acid tongue long enough will find that he has a goofy sense of humor and a more generous nature than he projects. At times he may be found looking at a picture of one of two children.

As the Champion of Salvage, he's a keen investigator but not necessarily the greatest at putting things together. It makes sense, given how much he pushes other Champions away--he just doesn't know people as well as he should. He does, however, attend afterparties, and if he survives to later rounds, he may even hand-deliver root beer floats to those who look like they need it. If that doesn't do the trick, he may have a rough word of grandfatherly wisdom to share. He has, after all, been through this before.]

It's... less I desire to be alone and more I didn't want anyone to see me for a bit.

[he had been in the gym, "training"- aka swinging his practice blade over and over to express his rage and grief in a way that kept them hidden and private and secret. Such was the Nohrian way.]

I could use some food now I think, after that.

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Then by all means, you're welcome to join me for a while.

[Meanwhile there was the Lucian way, which was 'bottle everything up and smile because you are not a human but instead what the kingdom requires of you'. And of course, Ardyn was smiling as he turned to get two cups of tea and leftover sandwiches, setting them down on a nearby table.]

We should count ourselves lucky we've so much useful help in the kitchen, nay? I'm hardly any skilled hand with anything of the sort.

[Was.

Was that a bucket of water that just fell on Tenmyouji's head as he opened the door to the kitchen?

It takes the old man a moment to truly register what Just Happened, but once he does, the fire rises to his face. If this were a cartoon, steam should be rising out of his soaked clothes. He clenches a fist and yells with the cantankerousness of a thousand grouchy grandpas:]

Who the hell thinks this is funny? I'll kill you!

[It's still so damn weird to see his younger self's almost-doppelganger traipsing around talking like ye olde timey Renfest actor, helping the others, throwing himself into the role he's chosen. Tenmyouji wants to tell him to stop before he gets hurt, turns into a bitter dried-out husk at twenty-two that even the apocalypse couldn't weather further, but he doesn't want to draw the kid's attention and turn that earnest hero bullshit on him, either. So he stays away aside from the occasional snide comment in trials or at meals. He doesn't need that particular headache.

It's after one motive announcement, though--one about futures, and hell if that's something Tenmyouji can ignore--that he finds himself unable to leave well enough alone. Maybe the others were fooled by that constantly determined energy, but he knows a faker when he sees one. So once it seems like everyone's settled down, withdrawn to their own spaces to deal with the ramifications of their Overseers' offer and how willing they are to break trust, Tenmyouji knocks on Ardyn's door with the toe of his shoe.]

Hey, kid. You in there?

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