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+1 tiny invisible child

Who: Mikleo, OTA
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Huntress, Iskaulit
When: Now-ish!

( video; )

[The communicator comes on with a shaking motion, revealing a captain-sized bedroom decorated with various nerdery; those who've been there will recognize it as Mikleo's. That fact is fully cemented when the camera zeros in on Sorey, asleep on the bed with the sheets half-kicked. The communicator is juggled around, then back again, zooming in and out as if being played with by someone who doesn't know what they're doing. It's quiet for a long moment until at last a voice speaks up- young, maybe six or seven, sounding incredulous and very confused.]

How long... did I sleep...

[Sorey stirs then, and the voice yelps quietly and rolls off the bed, communicator turning off in the process.]

( action; huntress )

[There's a little boy wandering cautiously through the halls, poking into rooms if the door is unlocked, gawking at just about everything he sees. He'll be initially shy around strangers, especially any non-seraph and extra especially around humans, but he's a curious sort, so expect to be grilled for information once you prove to be harmless.]

( action; iskaulit )

[At some point he'll make his way over to the other ship, courtesy of one of his shipmates, and that's when the exploring really begins. He'll get into everything he possibly can in this place- every open and available room, every nook and cranny, even the accessible vents, here and there. He's in the library (oh, the library), the garden, the interfaith center, his water room. He's clearly not afraid to poke around unknown places, either.

Just like on the Huntress, the presence of others will make him wary, and humans (or those who carry some malevolence) will get double-caution out of him, but curiosity won't kill this cat. That's the idea, anyway.

Sorey's probably nearby, being the hovery-protective sort that he is, but that's mostly so any malevolence doesn't cause a problem. Mikleo's no longer protected through the sub lord pact, after all.

He may also be accompanied by a baby pengyon, toddling along behind him. Just because.]

((ooc: so yeah mikleo's de-aged for a while, thanks to an augment glitch! he's invisible on camera and his permissions for seeing him in person are here! by now he should be visible to his whole crew. ))

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[Geez...he really was more bossy when they were younger. How could he have forgotten this?

Sorey lets himself be marched around, whistling for Vivi to waddle after them as Mikleo drags him half-hunched back down the hall.]

You know, that's not really my fault since you left without even a note or anything. I can hardly be blamed for this.

Don't try to dodge responsibility! Remember what Gramps said- "don't give in to fear, you two! Stand strong and stay calm."

[He's quick to scold, too, continuing to pull Sorey along like he owns the place. Even in a short span, he knows the route to the room they'd woken up in.]

You really must've been hopeless without me.

['Stand strong and stay calm' he says...

Still, Sorey can't help a quiet little smile to himself at that.] I can't really deny that...though I'm pretty sure I won't catch a cold just from this, y'know.

You could. Better not risk it!

[Even if you're built like a stockhorse now for whatever reason, he remembers the fragile little human kid who got sick when he went an hour with wet hair or left the window open in a rainstorm. Without the others around, it's up to Mikleo to make sure that doesn't happen.

He bullies Sorey into the room and starts rifling around looking for proper clothes.]

Okay, okay... a clean shirt, socks, and shoes! Your underwear's clean, right? Did you have a bath yet?

I usually take a bath at night, since my work gets me really dirty- Mikleo, stop that. [C'mere you little runt, Sorey's just gonna pick Mikleo right up and deposit him on the bed.] C'mon, you don't have to choose my clothes for me. I can handle it.

[OMG DON'T PICK ME UP THAT'S SO!!! RUDE!!! Mikleo tries to wriggle free but before he can even begin he's already down and on the bed. So Sorey is getting pouted at now. He's getting pouted at so hard. You giant. You nuisance. What right do you have to be big enough to do that.]

Fine, then prove it!

[PROVE IT, OH HE'S GONNA PROVE IT!!! Gets dressed, just like an adult! Shoes too! ~~forgets to comb his hair~~]

There, see? I'm seventeen now, Mikleo. [...wait] Actually, I'm eighteen! I'm way older than you, and way more mature.

[eighteen what the frickity frack--

w-well!! Mikleo takes a moment to shake off his shock and sits up straighter, trying to look taller than he is.]

You're not older just because you're bigger! I may not have grown while I was asleep but I'm still older than you!

[Though he doesn't know why he inexplicably fell asleep for like twelve years, it doesn't matter a lick. No one can take their age difference away from him, not even Sorey.]

Well you're normally nineteen, there's just something weird going on that turned you into a kid. [It'll wear off eventually. Probably. Where is his comb- ah there it is.] So don't go running off without me, okay? We don't have Gramps with us so we don't have the luxury of his domain to protect you.

[Normally nineteen? Turned into a kid? What the heck is that supposed to mean? You're weird, Sorey.

He's about to comment on that, but Sorey's last words stop him short. His hands close into little fists in his robe, his gaze dropping to the floor.]

Gramps... really isn't here, huh.

[It's one thing to hear it from the others, strangers he doesn't even know, but when Sorey says it? Then it's real.]

[Hwhat? Sorey turns around at that quiet voice. ...oh. Right. Even if it's Mikleo, he's still a child. Sorey can't just talk to him like he's a shorter version of his more adult self.

Sorey comes over to crouch beside the bed, reaching out to take one of Mikleo's hands in his own.]

Yeah. It's just you and me. [Well- that's not entirely true.] We have a lot of friends here, but we're the only ones from Elysia.

...Mm...

[Mikleo mulls that over quietly, looking down at the hand around his own. It's so much bigger than he remembers, and it makes it really hit home what his current situation is- stuck in the middle of nowhere on some strange ship without Gramps, without anyone he knows except Sorey who's awfully different from how he used to be. It's... pretty scary, actually. He'll have to figure out how to deal with this properly. Though he's not quite sure what Sorey means about the domain- he can clearly feel one, even if it's a little off from than he's used to.

Well, he'll figure that out later. For now he reaches up with his free hand, brushing it through Sorey's hair, his expression conflicted; he's still kind of sad about what's happened, but at the very least, Sorey's still here. And he's still hopeless without someone to help him out.]

You forgot to brush your hair.

[Sorey squeezes Mikleo's fingertips gently. The trepidation on his face is obvious, and it makes sense; they hadn't even thought about leaving their village when they were this young, had they? Just exploring the ruins nearby had been danger enough for them, and it was only bearable because there was always someone to come find them if they got in over their heads.

Maybe...maybe Mikleo needs this. Some semblance of normalcy, some kind of familiarity. Sorey fetches his comb from where he'd dropped it onto the bed, holding it out for Mikleo.] You're right. Could I get you to do it for me?

...Yeah, okay.

[He tries to sound resigned to the task, but in truth, he's relieved for the normalcy of it, and he's too young to conceal it with the ease he does when he's older. He accepts the comb and waits until Sorey is seated in front of him, brushing it gently through Sorey's hair to get the tangles of sleep out.]

You keep it the same way as always, huh?

[Even though Sorey has to sit on the floor so Mikleo can properly reach his hair, this still feels so nostalgic that if he closes his eyes, it's almost like they're back in Elysia.] No need to change it, right? Not like I'm trying to impress anybody.

Well, you could.

[But he still keeps it to Sorey's usual style, anyway, floofing it in all the right angles with practiced ease- it's the same hair, the same feel, just a bigger head, meaning there's more of it. It requires a bit of practice but it doesn't take him very long to get it right.

He pauses then, a little reluctant to pull back, but before he does he notices something- or rather, he realizes what he'd been noticing the last little while. Hastily he drops the comb and slides off the bed to face Sorey directly, arms outstretched to pat his chest, eyes wide.]

Where is it... are you carrying something? An artifact, or- or some blessed item from Gramps...?

[Wha- hey, he was enjoying that.

But honestly the question would've come up sooner or later after Sorey told him they weren't in Elysia. Besides, if Mikleo knows Sorey's the one with the domain, native he'll be more careful about straying too far out of its protective reach.] Uhhh, the domain, right?

It's no artifact, Mikleo. [Takes Mikleo's hands in his to lower them.] It's, um, mine. I'm a Shepherd.

[He gets a deadpan stare for that one.]

What? No way.

[Sorey can't be the Shepherd- Shepherds are big, powerful, noble heroes of the world. Shepherds travel the world fighting hellions, purifying evil, righting wrongs. Shepherds are a big deal. Sorey is, like... Sorey.]

Wh- you didn't have to dismiss it that quickly! [god ur mean]

[look he just knows you ok]

Well...! Who would believe something like that? Shepherds are supposed to be serious, aren't they? The Celestial Record goes on and on about how big and important they are!

You really don't think much of me, huh? [Turns back around and picks Mikleo up again just to hold him over his head. SEE HOW BIG HE IS!!!]

Aahh!!

[Mikleo flails, his cheeks going bright red - how dare!! how dare!!! - and tries to reach down to pull at Sorey's hair.]

Put me down right now! Not fair! That's not fair!

Hahahaha! This is what happens, Mikleo! Reap what you s- ow ouch! [geez what a grip

Sorey lowers Mikleo down to his lap but doesn't dare try to pull him away with his fists around his hair like that.] Okay, okay. I get it, no abusing my superior physical strength.

You better not.

[Mikleo puffs out his cheeks, giving Sorey the best annoyed pout that he can muster.]

It's weird, though... you're really a Shepherd now? No fibbing?

[Crosses his heart and holds up his arm for Mikleo to tap with his.] None. I really am.

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