N-no... no, I'm scared...!

[relinquishing]

Who: A very young Guy Cecil and a bunch of scary strangers.
Where: Yutopil Apartments and the alleys near the plaza
When: Monday morning - afternoon
Style: I prefer [Action], but I'll match.
Status: Open

[It was such a blur. He remembered it being dark and loud. There was shouting. They were running, his arm being pulled just a little harder as a window shattered in one of the front rooms. A scream echoed from another part of the hall, and he felt the urge to do the same, quickly biting his lip in fear. The shuffle of feet. The slamming of a door. There were soldiers. So many soldiers.

He was frightened.

Mary had said something to him. That he needed to hide. That he needed to live. Why? Why was this happening? This was supposed to be a happy day, right? Why were the soldiers here to hurt them? Why did his sister have to look so sad?

Mary... M-Mary, come back... I-I'm scared...!

He'd ducked away, knees to his chest and lip quivering, still trying to keep his older sister in his sights. And then, as if he'd fallen down a hole in the back of his hiding place... he was somewhere new. Mary was gone. And he didn't like it one bit.]


[Residents of the lower floor of Yutopil might here a thumping crash from Apartment 1-5 early Monday morning, followed by a loud wail. That's because one little blonde boy has literally fallen out of his bed and hit the ground a bit too hard. Nothing to truly hurt him in the end, but... well, he is a bit of a coward, and the impact is enough to startle him to tears. What is this place?! Where is he? And now his head hurts and oh no, oh please, what is he going to do????

He will eventually wander from his strange quarters, although the outside world isn't very inviting. Every face is strange and hostile, and with what he's just seen and heard he can't help but flinch away. So don't be surprised if you come walking through the plaza and hear the sniffling sobs of a young child, not even a day past five, huddled in the alleyway behind a building, head buried against his knees or hands wringing at clothes of the finest quality (dusted with the clouded markings of soot). He may look like an animal caught frightened in a bright light. But for as much of a man as Mary wants him to be, a stranger is still a stranger, and strangers are still frightening.]


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Comments

[surly_chosen]

What's your deal?

[The voice is beyond haughty, belonging to an older boy who looms - arms crossed - over the blond, hair fire-red and eyes ice blue and frigid. His clothes are at least as expensive as the young Gailardia's, possibly moreso, and impeccably clean.

Zelos Wilder is thirteen years old, has no idea where he is, and has decided to take it out on the first person he's come across.]

[chosencheer]

[There's another small blonde little child in Yutopil today. This one is a couple years older and a girl though. She opens the door to where she woke up to look at him, wearing a dress that's far too big for her.]

Are you okay?

[in the alley]

[cynicisms]

[Physically, Ganymede hasn't changed much at all - in body, he's the same age as he's been for the short time since he arrived. Mentally, he's centuries younger, the age he appears, around 15 years old. He's gotten over the initial fear of finding himself transported somewhere new (particularly because something about this place feels familiar anyhow), and now he's exploring.

After hearing a sound like an injured animal down the alleyway, he pads down it in his formal toga, his jewelry making soft sounds of metal on metal, his eyes a little wide as he finds a tiny boy there with tan skin and blue eyes and blond hair, looking for all the world like he could belong at home in Troy.

He kneels down, peering at him for a moment.]

Are you okay, little boy? Why are you crying?

[tinyphoenix]

_{[Ruca - now about six years old - makes his way to the other boy.]}

Hey, are you alright?

_{[He looks worried, but also a little uncertain of what he should do. It's not like he's ever seen someone cry - well, he himself is quite a crybaby but that doesn't mean he knows what to do when someone else is crying.]}

[livingvessel]

[The young Einzbern wakes up from the sound of a large thud coming from outside, followed by a cry. Slowly opening her eyes, she wonders where exactly the sound came from - was it one of her neighbours, maybe? Well, it's not early enough that she's tired enough to complain, but she does wonder what caused it.

So she slips out of bed and changes before slowly opening the door of 1-4, peeking out from behind and stepping out into the hallway. After a few moments, a nearby door opens and a small blond boy wanders out.

Ilya's a rather new resident of the Yutopil Apartments, but she's pretty sure that there's no one looking younger than her living on the first floor. Then again, he looks really lost, and on the brink of tears. The silver-haired girl decides to go and ask him, and maybe see if she can help. Because... well, if someone keeps crying, it would get pretty loud sooner or later too. And she doesn't like sad people.]

Are you looking for someone? [She bends down a little - something she almost never has to do when talking to people! - and folds her hands behind her back.] Maybe I can help you!

[zelda_hylia]

[Now that Zelda has figured out just what this curse is, she's attempting to collect all her friends. Guy is one of the first that she goes looking for, so it's not too long after he leaves Yutopil that she finds the boy, sniffling quietly and looking like he's trying to make himself invisible. Something's... familiar about him.]

It's all right, no one here is going to hurt you...