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All over various worlds, throughout history and even in the future, strange things are happening.
People are dragged from their own time and world into a new place, a strange place.
And that's not all.
An unfortunate side effect of the journey is to make them grow younger and younger. By the time they reach their destination, every last one of them has become a young child.
At first they -c-
still retain some memories of their adult life, but slowly these fade, until they are left only with the memories they'd had when they were at this age in their own world.
Now they are taking the time to explore their surroundings, wondering what's going on.
Setting: A huge, beautiful meadow, covered in soft grass, with patches of flowers here and there.
Oddly enough, there aren't any bees, -c-
though sickeningly adorable animals abound.
At the edge of the meadow is an enchanting-looking forest, and off in the distance a lovely manor house is visible.
It's all rather Disney-esque, and pretty much perfect.
/Too/ perfect... -d-
bic: Rooke, a pirate captain on the ship "Aphrodite", had been reading over maps in his cabin... Then It happened.
Suddenly, he felt a strange pulling sensation, and all about him were flashing colors, glimpses of other lands, other worlds swirling around him.
Almost as soon as it had begun, it stopped.
His booted feet hit solid earth, and he fell to his knees with a small "Oof!".
Looking about-c-
himself, he raised an eyebrow.
/Where am I, by George? Perhaps I DID have a bit too much ale... Is this what being drvnk is like?/ He wondered to himself, getting to his feet and absently brushing off his knees.
Odd... Things looked a lot bigger here than they were normally.
That's when he happened to glance down at himself, and let out a small shriek, green eyes widening in horror.
His hands -c-
were small, childlike, without the callouses he'd earned in his years of pirating. His frame was slightly chubby, and he touched his cheek timidly, moaning a little when he felt the softness of youth.
His green greatcoat and cravat had shrunk to fit his new size, and his white leggings now had grass stains on the knees.
He ran his fingers over his face and through his short black curls, trying -c-
to figure out what age he was now.
Where was he?
What would his crew find?
What would Alary...
Who was Alary?
Hm. How odd. He couldn't remember...
His ship...
Did he have a ship?
Vaguely, he realized his memories were rapidly fading away, and suddenly he was completely a six-year old.
."What /is/ this place?!" He demanded, his voice adorably childlike. "Reginald... If this is some trick, I'm -c-
telling Mum!".
His British accent and stiff way of talking were out of place on someone his age, but he'd always attempted to speak properly, even when he'd been six before.
."Oh, NO! /Grass/ stains? My trousers are ruined!" -d-
Several looonnnnnng moments passed before the heavy oaken door slowly, slowly began to open, letting out a -c-
long, low creak, as if in protest.
On the other side stood an old man with a long, matted beard and deep-set blue eyes. His nose was rather hawk-like, and his lips seemed to be constantly turned down.
He looked over them all, and his eyes crinkled a little at the corners as he smiled, showing scary, rotting teeth.
."It verked! It verked! It really verked!" He chattered happily, sliding his -c-
txngue over his teeth absently. "I cannot believe... Ah, but come, come! You /must/ come in!".
Somehow, Richard didn't trust that old man.
He was eccentrically dressed, wearing long white robes, a strange peaked hat perched on his bald head.
There was a staff in his gnarled hand, and a pine marten draped over his shoulders, a lazy exprxssion on its furry face.
."Erm... No, thank you, good sir. -c-
We were simply wonder... wonderi... We just wanted to know where we are.".
."Oh, but I /insist/!" He said, giving them a creepy grin that showed off his horrific teeth in a most unappealing way. -d-
 Ithtar · Mon Apr 12, 2010 @ 12:25am · 0 Comments |
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