[05] † Action/Voice
['Sup, Elegy? Jade's hanging around the front doors of the Mezzo Hotel, checking it out now that repairs are done. Staying in Gigue Hall doesn't quite have the same appeal as it did before. It's way too dark, too depressing, and too likely to leak. Plus there was that mistletoe business last month.]
[However, he is not yet aware of the aging effects that are taking place. He knows something isn't quite right, but can't seem to place a finger on it. And that uncertainty is starting to get on his nerves.]
[To hell with it. He's risked worse than walking into a hotel.]
[He strides into the lobby, and immediately notices that the world around him is much... taller than it was a second ago. Where he would normally have to incline his head a bit to make eye contact with most people, they now dwarf him. His clothes no longer fit him; he has to remain still lest he trip over his own boots. Pocket rummaging ensues, and a Tone is located under layers of fabric.]
Has anyone else been turned into a younger version of themselves? [He sounds mildly annoyed. And about twelve or thirteen years old. Other people in the lobby may notice a boy trying to shuffle out of sight under a pile of clothes.]
[OOC: I've had to make him younger than the ten years guideline, since ten years in either direction wouldn't have made all that much of a difference. His mentality is the same as his adult mentality, though.]
[However, he is not yet aware of the aging effects that are taking place. He knows something isn't quite right, but can't seem to place a finger on it. And that uncertainty is starting to get on his nerves.]
[To hell with it. He's risked worse than walking into a hotel.]
[He strides into the lobby, and immediately notices that the world around him is much... taller than it was a second ago. Where he would normally have to incline his head a bit to make eye contact with most people, they now dwarf him. His clothes no longer fit him; he has to remain still lest he trip over his own boots. Pocket rummaging ensues, and a Tone is located under layers of fabric.]
Has anyone else been turned into a younger version of themselves? [He sounds mildly annoyed. And about twelve or thirteen years old. Other people in the lobby may notice a boy trying to shuffle out of sight under a pile of clothes.]
[OOC: I've had to make him younger than the ten years guideline, since ten years in either direction wouldn't have made all that much of a difference. His mentality is the same as his adult mentality, though.]