AGE PLOT SHENANIGANS

[microbrobotics]

WHO: Everyone and anyone!
WHERE: De Chima, various
WHEN: Around 6 PM EST, March 25th
WHAT: Age plot kickoff!
WARNINGS: Cuteness.

[ LET'S GET THIS PARTY OFFICIALLY STARTED! Opening events so we don't do too much comm flooding (although people are welcome to make their own posts for the event). You're welcome to toplevel with your character if you'd like to have them show up somewhere else for this plot.

Current toplevels:
Spring Festival in a De Chima city park
De Chima #1
De Chima #1, later (Minato)

The age plot will run from March 25th through Sunday, March 29th. More deets available at the plotting post. ]

Comments

[equinamity]

A | De Chima - Day of the Festival

[Riza was unfortunate enough to be at the fair and close enough to hear Sabriel 's bells. She's now spent a solid hour stumbling around the fair, swimming in her clothes and struggling with a puppy that seems quite riled up. Eventually she finds an inexpensive jumper and buus that with money she assumes her father must've given her for the fair. It's a practical purchase; he won't mind.

No longer a shuffling bundle of fabric, she sits on a bench with her colorful puppy, pressing her face into his neck.]

Puppy, puppy--what are we supposed to do? Your name tag says that you're my puppy but I don't know where we are.

B | Heropa, later in the week

[With time, little Riza is less wary of her surroundings. She still feels lost, but Papa wouldn't want her to fuss--the best way to solve problems is to be rational and panicking won't help her figure out where she is or how she got here.

Kind strangers may want to interrupt the six year old wandering around with a puppy, looking flabbergasted at all the technology around her.]

[ooc: I couldn't find any icons and I don't have a program to make them ;_;]

B

[siriusly]

[punch magnet, puppy magnet...the latter's not much of a power so much as the circumstance of being the guy sitting on a curb with a half-eaten hoagie. at first, little paws pouncing at his back and arm make him flinch and startle, but that's up until he can turn his head and peer over his shoulder to see the little guy.]

Oh– Hey! Haha– Take it easy, this isn't for you!

B

[equinamity]

Boba puppy, no!

[The puppy, as instructed, freezes and then tramps back to the little girl. If puppies could scowl, that's what he'd be doing.]

Sorry mister.

[siriusly]

Oh-- hah-- [he straightens back up and turns to see the puppy retreat back to its little owner. when he catches her eye, Manabu grins.]

That's alright, no harm done. No need to cry over spilt lettuce, yeah?

[equinamity]

Mmmhm. I'm sorry.

[She fidgets, glancing away. What's the right thing to do?]

Um. I can get a new sandwich if you'd like, since Boba made you kind of ruin it...

A

[extirpations]

[Like most of these events the festival itself is only of minimal interest to Kimblee. He goes for the chance to see other imPorts, to watch the people who show up and see if anyone catches his eye. And these events often end with fireworks which even he can enjoy the spectacle of.

This time he decides to stop by later in the evening, some personal business keeping him occupied till well after 6pm. When he does arrive it seems there's something slightly odd about the crowd - there are more children than normally present at these imPort events, or that's how it feels.

He doesn't usually have time for children - they're too noisy, annoying and messy for him - but he finds his attention drawn back to a young girl sitting on a bench, nursing her dog. Something about her is familiar though it's hard to place from where. Unfortunately there's no sign of her parents or guardians around for him to talk to so eventually, reluctantly, Kimblee approaches her.]

Do excuse me young miss but are you here alone?

[Smiling politely and hoping she doesn't start crying about being lost. The last thing he wants is to be stuck with some sobbing child. Ugh.]

A

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[The little girl looks up at the stranger, her fingers still tangled in Boba's fur. Big amber eyes blink, tilting her head.]

Mmhm--I got kind of lost. I don't know how I ended up here....

[At least she's not really upset; she's just looking rather confused.]

[extirpations]

[That... she is familiar. He doesn't know any children though. He detests children so how could he know her?

...There had been some rather odd network posts made recently. He hadn't had much of a chance to look at them but a few details had been immediately apparent...]

Ah. I see. [How do you even talk to children? Well, she's not crying so he can push on for now.]

...What is your name Miss?

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[She smiles at him, absently scratching Boba's head.

Ready to get really freaked out, Kimblee?]

I'm Riza! You don't have to call me miss, I'm only six!

A. ALSO 1/?

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[oh my god I am lost I am so lost.

I AM SO LOST.]

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[I CAN'T FIND MR. HAWKEYE'S HOUSE ANYWHERE AND I WAS RUNNING SO LATE AND NOW I'M SUPER LATE AND

oh my god he's going to kill me I'm never going to pass as his apprentice]

[incendere]

[Maybe I just took a wrong turn maybe if I go back this way....]

[incendere]

[oh. That girl sitting on the bench over there looks oddly familiar.]

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[IT'S RIZA

OH GOOD. I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE HERE. AND MAYBE IF SHE'S HERE MR. HAWKEYE MIGHT BE SOMEWHERE NEAR BY TOO]

DONE

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[He runs over to her, narrowly avoiding a hover car as he crosses the street. When he's just a few feet away:]

Riza!

:3 EDIT: I MAKE MY OWN ICONS I FOUND A FEW PIECES OF FANART

[equinamity]

[The blonde turns, tilting her head. Her eyes widen. He looks like he knows her, but she doesn't feel like he's familiar. Nothing about him, even, suggests that she ought to know him.

But that sure is her name.]

Hello, mister.

[She waves, smiling. Up close, it's obvious that she's much smaller than she was when they first met. When he addresses her by name, the confusion on her face spreads.]

How come you know my name?

OH NO CUTIE ALSO 1/?

[incendere]

[He's all ready for a 'oh mr. roy i'm so glad you're here! My father is right over there so let's go meet him together so we can all go home!'

[incendere]

[But then she calls him mister.]

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[And asks why he knows her name.]

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[Oh my god did I approach Riza's evil twin or something was she hurt DID SOMEONE HURT HER OH MY GOD WHO DID IT I'LL PUNCH THEM]

DONE

[incendere]

[He examines her briefly. SHe does seem a little shorter and leaner than when he first went to Mr. Hawkeye's house. But maybe the strange situation was just distorting his judgement.]

I uh...

[WHAT DO I SAY]

Are you all right?

Heropa!

[hands4healing]

[Winry is back to being an adult now...and walking Zoey along. She sees a little blond child walking...Boba?]

...Riza?

[Well...okay...so Ed's little, too...and she had been little and...]

Heropa!

[equinamity]

[Riza blinks, looking up at the unfamiliar teen. Another person who seems to know her, who addresses her by name--but who she has no memory of. Boba excitedly tugs on the leash, almost dragging the child behind him in his excitement to greet Winry and Zoey.]

Um...hello, miss.

Do....well, Boba seems like he knows you and your puppy. Have I met you before?

[hands4healing]

[Well...that's different, that you don't know her, Riza. But Winry kneels down to pet Boba while Zoey stands there, her tail waving.]

We're friends...when you're older. I helped you find this puppy!

[Oh, but where are her manners!]

I'm Winry, and this is Zoey.

[equinamity]

[Riza reaches gently for Zoey's head and scratches the dog's ears, thinking. Amber eyes eventually trail to Winry, uncertain.]

Hi, Miss Winry.

I'm not sure how people get older and younger, but lots of people said that's happened. It's weird.

[Boba licks Winry's face, happy for the definite familiarity--after all, Riza might be here but she's smaller than Boba's ever known her. And he's a dog. There's only so much understanding a dog can do.]

I feel weird knowing that I don't know the stuff other people say I should know.