Act Your Age, Not Your Shoe Size! (AKA, Kid!Plot is Go!!)

[time_schizo]

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

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[uptonogod]

Jamie was asleep when it happened so he didn't notice any of it. And when he woke up, he barely noticed anything was off. A morning person, Jamie was not. With a groan he moved to get out of bed and immediately stuck his feet in his boots.

Boots that were now several sizes too big.

This was when it finally clicked that things were, in fact, not stellar. He stared at his boots a moment, wiggling his tiny toes before standing and making his way to check on John.

He didn't get very far. At the most, he got three steps and fell over with a thud. There were now five Jamies in the room, all a hell of a lot younger than they should be. As for John? He didn't know what condition he was in.

[codenamepyro]

The noise startled St John awake, his hand under his pillow to grab his lighter when he stopped and stared at the five kids in his room. "What the fuck do you want?"

And then he heard himself. That was not his voice. "What's..."

This didn't make sense, and John moved to sit up, suddenly seeing that his legs were a significant length shorter. "What's going on?"

[uptonogod]

The kids vanished one by one, a faint fffft sound and a slight contact glow as they were reabsorbed. Jamie sat up, ribbing his mouth and checking his hand for blood.

When he noticed John was different as well, he startled and backed up slightly. Again, he tripped over his overlarge boots and was sitting beside himself.

"Oh, for the love of God," Jamie said angrily, ears turning slightly red with annoyance. The duplicate vanished.

If it hadn't been for the way the kid in Johns bed was holding the lighter, or the look on his face, Jamie would have no clue who he was.

"Dude? Does shit like this happen often around here?"

[codenamepyro]

St John frowned, fingers trailing over the lighter in his hand. "One time, we swapped powers. But," they'd never been made young again, "never this."

He was frowning again, trying to figure it out.

He couldn't feel the heat, he felt cold. He never felt cold. What the hell was wrong with him? "I feel wrong."

[uptonogod]

"Wrong? Wrong how?" Jamie asked with a frown as he made his way over to John, sitting down beside him. He had a death grip on the sweatpants he'd gone to sleep in. His shirt was several sizes too big as well, hanging off his shoulders awkwardly.

[codenamepyro]

He stared at his hand, frowning. "I'm cold." He hadn't been cold since he was thirteen. His fever broke then. It didn't even take six months to figure out just how his powers worked. By fourteen he was on the streets.

"I think," St John bit the inside of his mouth and turned to Jamie, "I think I don't have my powers any more."

[uptonogod]

Jamie's jaw dropped immediately, a panicked look on his face. Shit. Oh, SHIT! This was bad! What if that was gonna happen to him next?! Oh, dear God. he had to do something. Thankfully, he was still an adult mentally. Mostly. He stood and hurried to one of the closets, pulling down some of the sweaters and blankets and walking back to John.

"We should check on the others." Meaning, in Johns case, anyone he knew. "Hopefully, this shit is temporary."

[codenamepyro]

Well, at least Jamie's personality didn't take a hit. "Yeah, whatever." John wanted to check on Esme at least. Make sure she wasn't defenceless. Like him.

His t-shirt practically drowned him, and his jeans would never fit. So St John took the sweater and blanket offered, pulling the sweater over his head and the blanket around his shoulders. "You think everyone will be kids?"

[uptonogod]

Thats because Jamie didn't know when to give in. He was sort of weird like that. He made sure John was wrapped up well before heading to the door and opening it to look out. He frowned at what he saw.

"Shit. Well, I have some good news and I have some bad news. Not everyone was turned into a kid...there are a lot of kids, though." And Jamie did not know how to interact with kids. At all.

[codenamepyro]

"No fucking way." John moved quickly to stand beside Jamie and stare out. Sure enough, there were a lot of them. Damn. John wasn't the 'don't know how to interact' type. He was the 'don't fucking want to' when it came to kids.

Even if he was one.

"I'm not fucking leaving." And he stomped back to his bed. "I don't want to deal with those shits." Annoying as adults meant fucking asshats as kids. Right?

But then, Esme was out there somewhere. Either unchanged, a kid or something completely different. "Man, this blows ass." And he got up off his bed again and went back to stand beside Jamie.

[uptonogod]

As much as Jamie hated everything right now, he saw some of the NPCMPs running around, trying to maintain order or some-such bullshit and the fact that some of them were kids and others had been aged to hell had the guy laughing. Until he heard how high pitched his laugh sounded and he stopped.

Damn.

"Lets go find Esme." He knew that was what John wanted to do.