TYL Event - after Nagi's return to his normal age

[have_your_lives]

[You know who has no respect for personal property? Or, apparently, bazookas? This guy. He literally tried to just grab the thing off of Lambo, because there is no possible way wrenching a bazooka out of someone's hands could end in anything other than candy and rainbows. Or whatever would be the evil equivalent as far as Schuldig is concerned - probably tears and kicked puppies.

It's been mentioned before that Schuldig has no inkling of common sense, and this should be an excellent reminder to everyone how crippling of a disability that is.

What actually happened was that the bazooka got dropped onto hard concrete and went off more or less in the telepath's face. And instead of being blown into the bloody, quarter-sized pieces he probably deserved, he got rocketed back into the past, while his twelve-year-old self has been jerked forward in time and dumped into Mayfield.

The upshot of this is that a small, skinny boy with scruffy orange hair is prowling around Mayfield. He's dressed in worn, nondescript grey clothing and looks kind of malnourished; there are many methods of discipline in Rosenkrüs, and denial of food is actually one of the pleasanter ones. Unlike others in this same situation, he seems less confused than wary and suspicious...but those who expect Schuldig's usual personality in a smaller package will be significantly surprised if they approach him. He's fairly easy to recognize with that hair, in any case.]

[OOC: I wish I had more icons for him as a kid, but this is pretty much the only one that even looks remotely close. :| You may see a lot of it.]

Comments

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

It's true enough. You don't want to get to know me, you just want me to get to being him. [Among the things Keane is not - Schuldig being foremost among them - 'stupid' is apparently high on the list.]

[victimofgod.livejournal.com]

[Hey, he's not actually a bad kid, if he's all that smart.]

At least I see the connection.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

I don't. [And now there's a hint of unguarded uncertainty - or perhaps it is guarded, and the uncertainty is simply so large that it can't all be hidden.] He's nothing like me. He doesn't even have the same name. And I don't know why. [And that can't help but be pressing, because he can sense that some sort of serious upheaval would have to take place to turn him into Schuldig but he hasn't the least idea what form it might take.]

[victimofgod.livejournal.com]

I was someone else when I was your age, too. [But going back to Gaelic grammar as a deterrent to prying, for however effective that will be.]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

And did anyone try to make you be then who you are now?

[victimofgod.livejournal.com]

No. But I would've been curious about my future, I suppose. [He doesn't actually care, he's just interested in talking with Keane out of a morbid sense of curiosity.]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Couldn't you be changing the future by messing around with who I am in the past?

[victimofgod.livejournal.com]

That's a possibility. But I doubt it. [He shrugs, bored of this. So younger!Schuldig was a brat with a different name. Big deal. It looks like he's not even that interesting yet.]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

I'm definitely going to have to change a lot if I'm ever supposed to like you.

[victimofgod.livejournal.com]

We have our similarities. You'll grow into them. [Going to walk off now.]