Act Your Age, Not Your Shoe Size! (AKA, Kid!Plot is Go!!)
Martini threw himself at the door once again, nails scratching along the metal as he scraped his fingers over them. No one would hear him. It was the middle of the night. Stryker had decided to punish him for destroying the camp in Africa, putting him in one beyond all other for him. Solitary confinement. His fingernails had been mostly ripped off from his pawing at the walls, and he was bruising from the amount of times he had slammed into the door. He began pacing back and forth, eyes darting around the room. It was too much like being back at the asylum, the long hours of punishment, locked away from any and all people. He had lost days and even months like that, slowly losing his mind without anything to hold onto. He reached up, digging his fingers into his temples. He couldn't led that happen now. He had too much to lose.
He glared hatefully at the door. Stryker was going to pay. He would make sure of that. Martini closed his eyes, seeking out the flow of time in camp. Each person had their own time stream, and he had to sort through many to find Stryker's. Normally, he wouldn't attempt this at such a distance. He preferred to be up close and preferably touching whoever he was affecting. There was less room for error that way. But right now he didn't care anymore. Stryker wanted to act like Emperor Palpatine, he would age him to look like it! Martini slowly began manipulating the time stream, at first just pushing it a few years ahead. Then he begun to go faster and faster, speeding up the time around Stryker by a few decades. But as he did so, he began to feel the strain take its toll on him. He tried to keep his powers in check, but his mind couldn't handle the pressure. He groaned, dropping to his knees as he lashed out instinctively at any time stream his mind came in contact with. Some were turned forward, the creep of time suddenly flying by. For others, the clock was turned back, decades being reversed in a few seconds. At the end, he just lost it completely. He was longer controlling his powers, they were controlling him, and he himself was caught in the reversal of time. The havoc caused by his powers finally done, he collapsed on the floor and passed out.
Waking up, the door suddenly seemed a lot bigger than he had remembered. In fact, the whole room did. He sat up, his head throbbing from his previous actions. Standing back up, he looked at the walls. The marks his fingers had left were now a good couple of feet above his head. It clicked in his mind what had happened, but he refused to believe until he looked down, seeing the small, slightly pudgy hands of a child. His hands. He heard himself say, in the squeaky voice of his nine year old self, "Aw, shit."
(OOC: Kid!plot has started. Check the OOC for some important info, and use this thread to tag in all your characters and their reactions to waking up rather..... altered!)
He glared hatefully at the door. Stryker was going to pay. He would make sure of that. Martini closed his eyes, seeking out the flow of time in camp. Each person had their own time stream, and he had to sort through many to find Stryker's. Normally, he wouldn't attempt this at such a distance. He preferred to be up close and preferably touching whoever he was affecting. There was less room for error that way. But right now he didn't care anymore. Stryker wanted to act like Emperor Palpatine, he would age him to look like it! Martini slowly began manipulating the time stream, at first just pushing it a few years ahead. Then he begun to go faster and faster, speeding up the time around Stryker by a few decades. But as he did so, he began to feel the strain take its toll on him. He tried to keep his powers in check, but his mind couldn't handle the pressure. He groaned, dropping to his knees as he lashed out instinctively at any time stream his mind came in contact with. Some were turned forward, the creep of time suddenly flying by. For others, the clock was turned back, decades being reversed in a few seconds. At the end, he just lost it completely. He was longer controlling his powers, they were controlling him, and he himself was caught in the reversal of time. The havoc caused by his powers finally done, he collapsed on the floor and passed out.
Waking up, the door suddenly seemed a lot bigger than he had remembered. In fact, the whole room did. He sat up, his head throbbing from his previous actions. Standing back up, he looked at the walls. The marks his fingers had left were now a good couple of feet above his head. It clicked in his mind what had happened, but he refused to believe until he looked down, seeing the small, slightly pudgy hands of a child. His hands. He heard himself say, in the squeaky voice of his nine year old self, "Aw, shit."
(OOC: Kid!plot has started. Check the OOC for some important info, and use this thread to tag in all your characters and their reactions to waking up rather..... altered!)