Honey, I Shrunk the Mercenary [Semi-Open, Active]

[guardiangunman]

Who: Ricardo Soldato, Klavier Gavin, Mello, Rue, Ed-- 100% open to anyone who wants to Time Paradox with Tiny!Ricardo, but please don't add to the clusterfuck.
Where: Dollhouse room
When: Day 1, after the doll bathroom log.
What: Ricardo writes a note and finds a note. He also finds himself a hell of a lot shorter than he has ever been before.

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[pfauenrad]

Klavier turned down the hall, his booted footsteps loud on the polished marble--the inevitable consequence of custom-made combat boots on any type of flooring, really. He was armed now with a neat dozen ziplocked plastic bags and one mildly disgusting piece of evidence.

I thought the pain would stop.

It was like a suicide note, or part of one, anyway; Klavier had seen a lot of those in his line of work--as well as a lot of forgeries and a fair number of confessional scripts.

He wished he had gloves for the doorknobs (and everything else) now, but realised that it would be pointless to prevent his own fingerprints when the hordes of children were putting their hands on everything on everything with impunity. It wasn't practical to treat the whole thing as a crime scene--but verdammt, he was going to keep this note intact, if nothing else.

He pushed the next door in, stepping inside to find a room full of...

...doll houses. Of course

And a table set with a bottle, tea cookies... and a note.Or two

ITT: Ricardo fixates on weird shit

[guardiangunman]

Ricardo felt the footsteps before he heard them; when he was this close to the ground, every footfall felt like a thousand drums under his feet. He hid himself in he shadow of the table leg. No one would step on him there and he might escape notice. If their kidnapper had been waiting for someone to try this, who knows what would happen now that he had?

A pair of neat trousers and black boots came into view. Very sturdy black boots. Practical, too-- the treads looked solid and the leather looked comfortable. Despite the dust they looked almost new. Good. It would be a shame for someone to let such a fine pair of boots fall into disrepair.

--Wait, what was he doing?! This could be his kidnapper. He had to focus.

The man seemed extraordinarily tall, even taking his new perspective into account. That aside, he didn't look much like Ricardo would expect from a scheming villain. Everything was well-kempt and matching and pretty. A politician, perhaps? He lacked any of the status symbols that Ricardo was used to, except perhaps the

Re: ITT: Ricardo fixates on weird shit

[pfauenrad]

In an otherwise silent room, even a small voice was startling. Klavier jerked, glancing in the direction he--well, that he'd assumed it had come from, minus the downward part, but of course there was no one there. Hesitating, he laid down the letter and stepped back.

And then he saw it.

Him?

This--

--what--?

What was he looking at?

[guardiangunman]

His cheeks felt hot again under that dumbstruck stare, but he refused to acknowledge it. He drew himself up to his full height-- as if that would help-- and stared right back with every ounce of defiance that he could muster.

"Thank you."

He stepped forward to stand on the letter, just in case the man decided to change his mind, but he never broke eye contact even to blink. He might be unreasonably small right now but he still insisted on being taken seriously.