Five-Year-Old-Malkus age event. [Commentlog]

[doctoral_bird]

[Well hello there, boat! Malkus was previously shuffling around the luggage deck, looking for more doodads and whatchamacallits when all of a sudden BAM, Everything suddenly looks HUGE to the 3 1/2 foot tall five year old.

After fighting with his terrifyingly huge clothing, Malkus decides to do the normal toddler thing to do! Break down and cry!

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[consummateturk]

[Veld's wanderings have taken him up to where little Malkus is curled up in his bag. He stops and looks around for parents or guardians but doesn't see them. Slowly he walks up to the little fellow and asks quietly if he's alright.]

Hello, are you lost?

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[birdfacedoctor]

[Malkus looks up at the fellow, sobbing softly.]

I-...

[SOBBING]

M-My hat...is too big...

[SOB]

And-...And I dunno wha- hah-haaaappened....

[Malkus curls up, trying to get as little as he can get.]

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[consummateturk]

[Veld looks around for a hat or something that's smaller. He was such a small thing. It wasn't as though Veld could leave him. ]

Parents around? Family? [Veld finds a little cap and offers it to Malkus.]

[commentlog] ffff too lazy to switch, this icon looks tiny enough

[doctoral_bird]

[The little kid takes the hat with a sniffle and a fading sob.]

N-No...No-bawdy...I'm alone...

[He replaces his hats, finding that the little cap is just the right size.]

[flipflopirk]

[Purple's nearly been smushed a total of 14 times now; why isn't everyone else tiny like him? It isn't fair.

He fills with relief when he comes across someone who appears to have been shrunk down, like him. True, this person... bird... thing is still quite a bit bigger than him, but it's not as big, and that's enough for Purple to bank on.]

Hey, do you know what's going on here? Why are we small?

[birdfacedoctor]

[OH GOD A MONSTER, Have a tiny shriek as Malkus rolls backwards, curling up in his bag. He can't see you so you can't see him! That's how it works!

Unfortunately, Purple can easily see the little tykes back sticking out of the bag.]

[flipflopirk]

[Purple's stubby antennae perk forward in curiosity. He stumbles towards the bag, managing to hoist himself up the side with the assisstance of his PAK legs.]

Why're ya hiding?

[It may be a monster, but it has to be the cutest little monster anyone ever saw, if only Malkus would look at it. Purple reaches forward and pokes the bird-boy's back.]

I'm not nearly as scary as you are. Come out and talk to me.

[birdfacedoctor]

[The little kid shivers when poked. Letting out a small yelp.]

D-Don't hu-hurt me...

[He peeks up, staring the little bug looking creature in the big purple eyes.]

Wh-...What do you wh-want...

HOPE THIS IS ALRIGHT

[miss_squeakles]

[Guess what? The clown's found you, and she's gonna try to pick you up!]

SURE LOL

[birdfacedoctor]

[Malkus can hardly see you through his big fumbly mask but shall resist nonetheless! You'll have to pick the bag up in order to get him, like one of those ladies who carries their chihuahua in their purse.]

YAAAY

[miss_squeakles]

[It takes a bit of fumbling and grabbing at him, but Squeakles eventually catches on and just grabs the whole bag!]

Wanna go on an ADVENTURE?!

[Clue: Saying no will do absolutely nothing.]

[birdfacedoctor]

N-Nno! nono! nononono!

[The little kid wiggles and squirms around in the bag, flailing his little arms over the side, trying to escape]

No adventers! no adventurs!

[Damn this little voice's pronounciation problems.]

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[intimacyphobic]

[Lucrecia creeps up quietly, a haggard, ghostly figure. She peers into the bag with an inquisitive expression. A child! There's a faint, trembling smile.]

An orphan, I take it? Did your parents... abandon you, little one?

[Because this, obviously, is the way to go about talking to a frightened child.]

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[birdfacedoctor]

M-...my pawents?...

[Sniffle]

Th-...N-No...They just...Aren't here...

[And then the thought pops into his tiny little mind...They're not here, so that MUST mean they left him...Oh god que more crying.

Malkus looks up at her-h-h-ohmygod HAVE SCARED CRYING NOW.]

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[intimacyphobic]

[She coos softly and pats him. Ooh, ooh, so cute: can she keep him?]

It's all right, shhh, shhh, Lucy is here now.~

Why don't you come with me? We'll... get some cookies or some such.

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[birdfacedoctor]

[He shrinks back, very cautiously letting out a little "nnyyyeeeeuuuooo!" resistantly.]

...Cookies?...

[No Malkus no! Don't fall for the temptation of cookies! This lady wants to make off with you and...bake you! put you in a stew! He eeps at this thought!]

[hesmypuddin]

[Harley didn't really have any clue as to what the hell was happening on the ship today, but it was a good deal more action than she'd seen in some time. She'd had a great time working up a sweat with Maia earlier and was really just enjoying listening to various passengers on shipNET.

She decided it was about time to go and get a bit to eat and pauses as she leaves her room on Deck 12, most conveniently a short distance from the luggage pile. The sound of a sobbing child can be clearly heard a short distance away and she frowns, looking that way.

She turns on her heel and marches back that way, dressed in a pair of pink short shorts and a tight girl-tee and some fuzzy over-sized bunny slippers. She makes her way over and pauses as she comes across a very familiar looking, albeit tinier, version of a gentleman she's grown quite fond of in her limited time on board the Elegante.]

Malkus?

[birdfacedoctor]

[That voice is familiar...Malkus remembers it coming from a rather beautiful woman back at the ball...The young kid lifts his head and glances over at-...Miss Harleen! Older Malkus would be rather dumbstruck at her appearance (in a good way, of course) but little Malkus is HUMILIATED TO BE SEEN LIKE THIS.

But still, he responds in his adorable tiny little voice.]

Miss Harween?

[hesmypuddin]

[Harley squats down next to the teeny tiny Malkus and can't help two things: 1) she finds him utterly adorable, and 2) she will be keeping a firm eye on him until he returns to himself!

Her heart melts just to pieces at his tiny, childlike voice and she nods her head, pigtails bouncing.]

Ya betcha nose .. [She glances around the hall and then down at him, tucked into his doctor bag. She's not embarrassed, nor is she all that concerned about those around her.]

Well .. I ain't sayin' it ain't strange, but at least I found ya before ya got yerself hurt, ya know? From what I've been hearin' over the communicators, this kinda stuff doesn't last too long .. maybe a day or two..

[birdfacedoctor]

[The little guy holds his mask against his face with his tiny little hands.]

I-I'm not aways like dis, I swear...

[The 5 year old in Malkus wants to dive at Harley and cling to her but the logical thinking Malkus does not wish to embarass himself further.

So all he does is give a little kid sniffle.]