+1 tiny invisible child

[nerdeology]

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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[nerdeology]

...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.

[monolike]

[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?

[nerdeology]

...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?

[monolike]

[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.

[nerdeology]

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...?

[monolike]

[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.

[nerdeology]

[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.]

[monolike]

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

[nerdeology]

[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!

[monolike]

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!!!]

[nerdeology]

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!

[monolike]

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.

[nerdeology]

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?

[monolike]

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

[nerdeology]

[Mikleo lifts his arm to immediately bump it against Sorey's, the gesture so automatic he only thinks about it after the fact. He glances down at their two arms pressed against one another, his little hand side by side with Sorey's. He... has a lot of catching up to do. And Sorey's a Shepherd, too...

For a moment, he's torn on how he ought to feel, but finally he scrunches his face up stubbornly and nods.]

Right... okay, then! A Shepherd needs seraphim to help him, so now that I'm awake, I'm gonna do that.

[monolike]

[Goodness. Just like Mikleo. He stares his own perceived weaknesses in the face and just gets defiant about them. It's something Sorey's loved about him, admired in him, ever since before he can even remember. Whenever he felt weak or sad he couldn't help but be upset with himself, but Mikleo never folded like he did. Mikleo just dug in and made himself even stronger.]

Do you believe me about me knowing you when you're older? Because I do, and we travel all around Glenwood together, and you're the strongest water seraph there is.

[nerdeology]

....I'm what?

[Sorey had said that first bit before, sure- that he's supposed to be bigger, that this is some sort of anomaly - but the rest? How is that even possible? He can't do any fancy artes yet, he's never even left Elysia until now, and Sorey...]

But I don't... remember any of that. And I'm still little.

[monolike]

Well...hmm. [The problem is that there isn't even an explanation he can give Mikleo that makes sense to him. It's just one of those ludicrous things that happens and drives him a little crazy because he can't explain it.]

Think of it like...time-travelling. Like, maybe you jumped over a decade into the future, and that's how this happened.

[nerdeology]

...That's weird. You're weird.

[Which is admittedly just par for the course.]

You're not a liar, though, so it must be true somehow.

[monolike]

Thanks, [you little twit. Just believing him because he's a known terrible liar, that's so kind of you.] Either way, you don't have to worry too much. Just know that it's my domain that's safe here, not Gramps', and we're all good.

[nerdeology]

[To be fair, it's his overly-aggressive way of saying he trusts Sorey.]

What am I supposed to do, though? I can't do anything like this!

[monolike]

What d'you mean, you can't do anything? You've been doing plenty of something all day, otherwise I wouldn't have had to go tearing out of here after you.

[nerdeology]

All I did was look around the ship. That's not very important! Especially when you're the Shepherd- I have a ton of catching up to do!

[monolike]

[Oh.

Right, of course; even if he's older, of course Mikleo is still going to look at this the same way. He's been watching over Sorey since before he could even walk.] Well...you already combed my hair. And helped me get dressed.

[nerdeology]

That's baby stuff. You should be able to do that on your own.

[Though he's not really surprised that Sorey still manages to forget that sort of thing. He's always rushing around doing this or that, and his priorities are pretty unique.]