Keith (
tempredmental) wrote in
driftfleet2018-01-12 12:28 am
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Canon... BACKdate???
Who: Keith, OTA
Broadcast: No
Action: Huntress, Iskaulit (he's not allowed on the planet without adult supervision, but someone could bring him!)
When: The rest of January
Huntress
[O HAI THAR. There was suddenly a small child on the ship. A child that apparently had access to sharp objects that normally belonged to the ship's pilot... and was also a-okay with using them! Or carrying them around, at least. He woke up one morning in the body of a 9-year-old, and he's kind of at that mentality, too. Though, he was aware of things enough that it hadn't been a shock for him to wake up in a strange place. His memories were intact.]
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Iskaulit
[Keith might not be able to get himself to the planet, but he could get to the Iskaulit! He was stuffing himself on mac and cheese at the Melting Pot, or trying to figure out how he could use the punching bag in the gym without it knocking him over at his tiny size, or he was swimming in the pool. He could sometimes be found in the Lion's Den, Team Voltron's not-so-secret hideout on the ship in an old office near the main area.]
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Wildcard
[If he was with an adult, Keith was okay going to the planet's surface. Frankly, he probably could take care of himself, but he didn't want to get potentially all mixed up with any local version of child protective services and end up stuck on the planet in some sort of weird alien foster care system by mistake. So, it was just better and safer to be escorted.
But he was definitely willing to go along with snowball fights and other "kid-like" things. Careful. He was a pretty snarky 9-year-old.]
Broadcast: No
Action: Huntress, Iskaulit (he's not allowed on the planet without adult supervision, but someone could bring him!)
When: The rest of January
Huntress
[O HAI THAR. There was suddenly a small child on the ship. A child that apparently had access to sharp objects that normally belonged to the ship's pilot... and was also a-okay with using them! Or carrying them around, at least. He woke up one morning in the body of a 9-year-old, and he's kind of at that mentality, too. Though, he was aware of things enough that it hadn't been a shock for him to wake up in a strange place. His memories were intact.]
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Iskaulit
[Keith might not be able to get himself to the planet, but he could get to the Iskaulit! He was stuffing himself on mac and cheese at the Melting Pot, or trying to figure out how he could use the punching bag in the gym without it knocking him over at his tiny size, or he was swimming in the pool. He could sometimes be found in the Lion's Den, Team Voltron's not-so-secret hideout on the ship in an old office near the main area.]
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Wildcard
[If he was with an adult, Keith was okay going to the planet's surface. Frankly, he probably could take care of himself, but he didn't want to get potentially all mixed up with any local version of child protective services and end up stuck on the planet in some sort of weird alien foster care system by mistake. So, it was just better and safer to be escorted.
But he was definitely willing to go along with snowball fights and other "kid-like" things. Careful. He was a pretty snarky 9-year-old.]

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What he doesn't expect is to see a nine year old sitting on Keith's bed. He'd about to ask who he is and what he's doing there when he sees his eyes, an unmistakable purple, and looks at his hair as well...]
I'd--recognize that mullet any--- Keith?!
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Lance!
[Wow... that sounded really whiny.]
Why do you always have to make fun of my hair!
[And oh my god... the pouting.]
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What.
[He somewhat hesitantly approaches him and sits down next to him, poking at his cheek. Is this really Keith? His Keith? This kid?]
...oh my god, you're even more adorable when you pout.
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Stop!
[SWAT SWAT SWAT]
Look... I need some clothes, okay? I'm stuck here.
[Yup. Wrapped up in a blanket because Keith's normally clothes were just way too big, and he didn't feel like running around in just a t-shirt and no pants.]
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[Sorry, Keith, he's poking your cheek again. Because you're CUTE.]
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[His cute little voice squeaked as he said that.]
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gym
It takes him a moment to find Keith and he's... at the gym? Really? Oh, Keith. Some things never change... although he does look cuter like this.]
And what exactly are you trying to do with that punching bag, buddy?
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Well, that and his attitude and maturity level, because, at Shiro's question, Keith outright pouted.]
I'm trying to punch it!
[And he did, complete with a little kid grunt. It moved... slightly. He was strong for a kid, but not quite that strong.]
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I don't think that's gonna work in your current state. [He crouches in front of Keith and ruffles his hair.] And it's not very safe either. What do you need? Exercise? Or just something to do?
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Keith glared at Shiro, crossing his arms stubbornly.]
I need to be my real age.
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You know that's not something we can wish for, Keith. We can only wait. Patience yields focus, remember?
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Melting Pot
Slow down there, kiddo, you might hurt yourself. [He's more amused than actually chiding.]
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I'm fine.
[He sounded a little indignant, and a lot whiny.]
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[He chuckles, shaking his head, but partly at himself. Now is not the time to turn into his father]
So...is that as good as it looks? I haven't had mac and cheese in years.
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[Keith stuffed another forkful in his mouth, remembering to swallow again before he spoke.]
I haven't had it in a while, either. It's pretty good... considering what the Fleet gives us to make something like this with.
[His manner of speaking might sound a tad bit older than what a nine-year-old might normally sound like.]
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So since he assumes this is some new kid, of course he's gonna try to play nice! ]
Yo. How's the water?
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[The response was somewhat lazy sounding, like the kid didn't really care either way. He stared at Eithan for a moment, and then realized that he probably didn't recognize him.]
You have no idea who I am, do you?
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Uhhh... No. [ A pause, and he squints, trying to figure it out.
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[Keith almost pouted.]
Keith? Pilot on the Huntress? I got... glitched or something...
[He was annoyed about it, too.]
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Whoa! Keith! Dear goddess, that's-- wow. Hell of a glitch... I didn't think somethin' like that was even possible!
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Huntress
Oh man, he was going to be so.... Hunk stopped as something small slip around the bend out of the corner of his eyes. His head turned to peer down the ship's corridor to see at first glance, a small child? Even from behind there was something familiar about them.]
K-Keith?
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Then he heard Hunk's voice. Oh no... He sighed. Might as well just face it. He ducked his head a bit, and looked back.]
Hey...
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He will probably regret this later.]
Awwwww~ you're so tiny! It's adorable. I could pick you up and put you in my pocket. What happened to you?
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I'd like to think I'm too big to go in someone's pocket, Hunk.
[Tiny grumbling.]
I... I don't know. I just woke up like this.
[He crossed his little arms, pouting harder... if that was even possible.]
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No. Hunk. Focus up.
Hunk tried to compose himself but there was still this lingering 'awe' in his tone.]
That is definitely weird. Do you know if it was just you who got turned into a kid or are there others?
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