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.]

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[withsparkles.livejournal.com]

[He's not really sure about that yet.]

Boooooooom! Call it Trölladyngja! [Very excited]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

...what are you talking about? [Even with his telepathy, he's confused. :| ]

[withsparkles.livejournal.com]

[Well, this is a little island that is mostly made up of very active vulcanoes and a bit snow right now. You're allowed to be confused.]

Vulcano! [Giggles and clings to Schuldig's leg even harder.]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[The boy looks around, either for the kid's mother or, perhaps, volcanoes. He sees neither.] I don't think there are any around here... [This seems like a safe assumption.]

[withsparkles.livejournal.com]

[Noms on Schuldig's pants]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Younger and more tolerant though he may be, he still has to draw the line somewhere. And a little boy gumming his clothes is a fairly reasonable place for that line to be.] What do you want? [Now he sounds rather irritable.]

[withsparkles.livejournal.com]

[Thinks for a moment.] Explosions!

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[This...surprises a laugh out of the older boy, if only because it's been awhile since someone's been so direct with him. Also because it's a little incongruous a demand from a kid that size.] Well, I don't have any.

[withsparkles.livejournal.com]

Can chu make ones?

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

No...but I probably know people who can. [Rosenkrüs and its various types of psychics are weird, okay. :| Also there may be a reference in Assassin & White Shaman to Crawford setting one off somewhere.]

[withsparkles.livejournal.com]

[Having come into intensive contact with iceland, Schulding might be starting to sparkle about now.

and the babby is disappointed. No explosions. Nothing entertaining here, at all. Boring.] ...Up!

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

You want me to pick you up?

[withsparkles.livejournal.com]

[Giggles, agreeing:] Up!

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[The boy sighs, but he seems to have resigned himself to indulging Iceland. He's small and skinny, however, so while he does manage to pick up the kid, he probably won't be able to hold him for all that long.]

[withsparkles.livejournal.com]

[The child clings to the boy's neck and gets comfortable there.]