[The feed opens to a boy about ten years of age. Anyone who knows him (or Roxas) would notice him younger than his usual self. He's frowning (pouting, actually) as he adresses the camera, leaning back against a tree trunk. His clothes look a little baggy for him, the normal tight turtleneck he has on looking loose. He's on the thin side too.

When he speaks up, his voice is kinda squeakier than normal.]

... so did anyone ever figure out what affects people from aging up or down? I mean, I wouldn't mind aging up...

[He lets out a defeated sigh, shoulder slumping.]

This is just plain annoying...

[Anyone strolling through Gefion park can take note of the lanky kid in almost too big clothes sitting underneath a tree, writing in a notebook.]

[edit: Roxas' thread has been completely filtered by now, not just the latter part. gosh, Access.]

[The tone of the voice that speaks is collected, and his questions calmly asked, but those familiar with him may be able to sense the thread of urgency barely there in his tone and frankly one only need listen to the questions he is asking to suspect there is something up.]

I am looking for a man. He is Syrian, has dark hair and skin, and one arm, his right. He keeps his left sleeve always pinned.

He answers to Malik.

[He pauses here, silent, before adding sharply;]

Malik, if you hear this I request your immediate attention.

[ A young woman appears on screen, probably familiar to some. Sophie woke up a few years older much like several other residents in Asgard today. Her face somewhat resembles her younger self and she's only grown up to be around 5'2", but you can also notice her features have matured. Instead of her hair in pigtails, it's left untied and hanging down her back, nearly touching the floor and she's wearing a very simple long, white dress that she found in the hall.

While she does look different today, her personality is still the same. ]

I... had a dream like this once, where I suddenly woke up as an adult.

[ You might catch a second of her frowning, like something's bothering her. After telling Damien about herself earlier, she's feeling a little down. But hey, at least she isn't crying anymore. She can't really hide it, but suddenly she smiles again. ]

How is everyone else doing today? It's nice being a little taller.

[ Even if it's likely to be temporary.

She'll be lingering in front of the Thor House and strolling about the other city districts, trying to enjoy herself until the end of this "curse". ]


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 [Here, among the crowd of new children and adults is a rather puzzled and elderly Will.  It was one thing to know himself to be an Old One.  It was another things altogether to wake to find himself being closer to Merriman's apparent age than his own age of 12.  Still, he is not much surprised.  Confused certainly. But in the grand scheme of things this was not such a great change. ]

Hello.  [He peers calmly into the video with some curiosity.]  I am wondering if anyone here might have some idea about what is going on.  Even for such a place as this, it is not every day that one wakes up so very changed.

[Ramirez isn't much for video posts, or really anything related to the subject of social interaction. He prefers to stay in the background, gather his information from a more passive standpoint.

This, however, is a special occasion, and the video feed clicks on to show a very young-looking boy with a very well-honed sense of anger about him, if that angry frown on his face has anything to say about it. He almost seems to be trying to set the bracelet on fire by the sheer force of his glare.

He's not particularly expecting any actual answers beyond yet another trick of the gods, but damn it, he's pissed.]

Someone better have an explanation.

[...It sounds much less intimidating when the voice in question is not a deep bass baritone but rather the high, androgynous voice of a boy who has not quite reached puberty yet.]

[The girl that appears on your network is indeed Rose Lalonde, though it may take a second look or two for you to realize it. Like many others, she has grown older; she appears to be in her late teens, and has filled out quite nicely.

She never quite grew out of that knowing smirk though, which is the expression she shows to video feed as she sits primly in her room.]

Well, fellow citizens of Asgard, how are you faring in the wake of our most recent turn of events?

I've happened to see a lot of distinct opinions on the network; some appear to enjoy the gift given to them, while others seem to be nothing less than morally outraged by this scenario.

Consider this a poll of sorts, my dear comrades; were you affected by this recent turn of events, how does your newfound age make you feel?

I find myself quite content with their decision, though it does take some of the fun out of growing up.

[ He's pouting. Pouting and twirling a pen between his fingers. Also, there's a distinctive lack of facial hair and wrinkles on his face.

Guess who's in his vague late teens-early twenties? This guy. ]

Have I mentioned yet that I hate magic?

Because I really hate magic.

[ And then there's a scoff, sitting back. ]

But hey, at least it's nice to not run on batteries.

[ A tch, and then it ends. ]



[ooc; I have to run out the door, but I wanted to post this ;; Tags will definitely come later when I get home! ♥ ]

[ While there's normally a much older face (and voice) addressing everyone, it's been replaced by something a bit smaller. And considerably cuter. Of course, he's not exactly pleased about this either. It's really difficult to scowl with this sort of face. ]

Hello. Unfortunately, I'll have to postpone my plans with several of Sigyn's residents until things are more...normal, but they will proceed as soon as this is over. If anyone has information as to why it's happening, please contact me as soon as possible.

Also, this is somewhat embarrassing to ask but—

[ The angle changes, drawing back enough to show him standing in the middle of a room in nothing but a long-sleeved shirt several sizes too big for his now smaller body. Charley waves his arm in a dismissive motion, material flopping over as he does. ]

Does anyone have anything more appropriate to wear? I can't go out like this. [ Then, his voice is kind of soft before the feed ends. ] I could meet you somewhere close to the Sigyn House if I need to. Thanks.


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