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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 19, 2013 19:26:36 GMT -8
In all of Moose's memories, he'd never slept beside anyone. Not even with someone, but simply near them, whether pressed up against them for warmth or otherwise. In the LA heat there was no need to curl up with someone, but Moose had found he'd enjoyed it anyway. While he'd technically started on the far side of the bed from Oskenonton, he'd gradually inched over until he'd been pressed up against the warmth, even if it wasn't a conscious choice.
So Moose was a snuggler. Not like anyone would ever say it to his face.
He'd slept like a rock, dreamless sleep that he'd enjoyed. It was the best kind of sleep for him--dreamless and undisturbed. Perhaps he'd already had enough dreams for one night, or perhaps curling up with someone was enough to keep them at bay. At some point during the night he'd wound up under the blankets, pressed against the body against him, and when he woke his arm was sprawled across Oskenonton's chest possessively.
He stirred at the first sign of sun, feeling pleasantly warm. Everything felt nice. He didn't even have to work that day, and it meant he could reasonably lie in bed as long as he wanted. And good god, he loved having a bed. Having a couch was better then being on a bench, but having a bed was amazing. The bed felt like heaven under him, and he made a contented noise as he nuzzled into the bed.
It was at that point that he realized something was wrong, and he paused, shifting a tiny bit. Something was off. He shifted his arm, the one sprawled across Oskenonton, and stayed staring at the ceiling, suddenly concerned. Oskenonton seemed... small. Very small. Too thin. Was he sick? Was he half starved under his clothes?
"Osk..?" He asked out loud after a moment.
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Nov 19, 2013 19:51:10 GMT -8
tagged: Moose + Rhiannon time: May 15, 7AM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. Moose was a snuggler. He was quick to discover that in the middle of the night, when he woke up just a bit to find that Moose had attached himself to his side and likely wasn’t letting go anytime soon. It was cute, all things considered, but an attempt to ease him off ended in profound failure and he just let him stay there, though debated bringing it up in the morning.
He’d fallen right back asleep without a problem. He had no idea when it happened, or why it happened. Hell, he didn’t even wonder why it happened when he woke up. Perhaps it was something that he ate, or maybe it was a weird position that he slept in or maybe he was cursed by a witch while walking down the street for a misstep and she’d put a curse on him for insulting her religion. Realistically, he’d never find out.
When Oskenon:ton woke up, he immediately thought that it was too early. He’d shrunk down to less than half his size, and he was suddenly scrawny and gangly, short and extremely light. His memories had reverted, and he didn’t remember a thing past 9 or 10 years old… which was unfortunate, considering that he was used to being on a reserve from that time.
Oskenon:ton rolled over with a yawn, snuggling into the warm chest next to him. It felt nice, and the sun was just starting to come up… But he always needed a bit of coaxing.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 19, 2013 19:59:45 GMT -8
The tiny, thin little figure was now nuzzling up to his chest, and he went dead still. His first thought was that Oskenonton was actually much thinner then he appeared--that his clothes were too big, and making him look significantly larger then he actually was. The briefest glance as he pressed against him was enough to tell him otherwise.
It wasn't Oskenonton. It was someone else, someone much younger. A boy, not a man, and Moose's first thought was that he was either Oskenton's brother or son. It was impossible to tell, and they had never discussed their families enough for him to know. He was afraid to move, suddenly horribly aware that there was a kid pressed up against him, fast asleep.
Moose knew what they did to people caught with kids in prison, and he cleared his throat loudly, trying to pull away.
OSKENÓN:TON | MAY 15TH, 7AM |
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Nov 19, 2013 20:54:14 GMT -8
tagged: Moose + Rhiannon time: May 15, 7AM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. Oskenon:ton was sound asleep, though he did squirm around a bit on Moose’s chest before finding a comfortable place. He was always squirmy as a kid, finding the most comfortable of places to settle and sleep especially. Up against Moose’s chest was definitely the best place right now, so he was happy to snuggle there until told otherwise.
Which was very soon. He felt the vibrations of what seemed like a cough against his cheek before the warmth pulled away. Oskenon:ton whined faintly, snuggling into the sheets for a second before sighing and finally looking up at his mom—a man. Not his mom.
Who the hell was this guy?
Oskenon:ton raised an eyebrow, staring up at him for a second, unintimidated despite the vastly huge size different. ”…who’re you?” He asked, but not in English. At the age of ten, his primary language was Xaat Kil after all.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 20, 2013 6:57:50 GMT -8
Moose was absolutely, 300%, not okay with the situation. There was a kid in his bed. Alright, not even his bed, but some kid in Oskenonton's bed that had been practically glued to his side. He balked, inching backwards as if worried that the kid was contagious.
To Moose's mind, he pretty much was. If anyone found out he'd been sleeping nuzzled up to a kid, that was that. He'd be back in prison faster then you could blink, and he'd have a much worse time of it. The whole situation was perilously close to a worst possible scenario. He'd tried so hard to stay out of prison, and now, through no fault of his own, he was in real danger of going back.
There was a brief horrible thought--a thought about making sure the kid would be quiet--but he pushed it away. Better to off himself then hurt a kid over something like that.
He had no idea what the kid had said, and his brow furrowed into an even deeper scowl then usual. "Dunno what you just said. How'd you get in here?" And where was Oskenonton? He shifted, pushing himself upright on the bed so he was sitting.
OSKENÓN:TON | MAY 15TH, 7AM |
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Nov 21, 2013 17:55:39 GMT -8
tagged: Moose time: May 15, 7AM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. The boy yawned, stretching out like a cat under the covers before quickly nuzzling up to the man again. At that age, he was a pretty trusting kid. When he got to his early teens was he plagued with some distrust over strangers. Growing up in such a tiny community so far from any of the big cities, it was quite strange whenever someone new came around. It had vanished soon enough, however; Oskenon:ton was just a friendly person at heart.
The man soon slipped out of his grasp again, though, and Oskenon:ton pouted a little before sitting up himself with a little smile. Wow, alright, the man was freaking huge, but nothing he couldn’t grin at. If he were a puppy, he’d have his tail wagging 24/7.
”Huh?” His own brow furrowed for a second before the smile reappeared, switching over to English almost as naturally as speaking his native tongue. ”I sleep here… Don’t I?” He glanced around him, and that was when he realized he wasn’t at home, sleeping in his bed. His smile faltered for a second. Now where was he?
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 21, 2013 18:13:30 GMT -8
The kid would not let him go. It seemed like he was intent on pressing as close to possible, as if he was actively trying to get Moose in trouble. At least he hadn't started screaming--that was a small mercy, and he swallowed hard, halfway off the bed as he inched to the side, trying to keep away from the kid, even if he supposed it probably didn't matter. If the kid said anything, everyone was going to blame him no matter what happened.
"No, this isn't your bed. You're... you're what, Osk's son?" Moose was guessing son. Only why the hell hadn't Oskenonton said he'd had a kid? If he'd known...
Well, he wasn't quite alarmed enough to say he wouldn't have stayed, but he'd have been a lot more hesitant. Maybe Oskenonton had one of those... whatever deals. The word escaped him, but it made sense to Moose that maybe the kid was staying with his mom and only visited sometimes. After all, Oskenonton moved around a lot, and he'd said his income wasn't that reliable (although more so then Moose himself). It was reasonable that a kid would maybe only visit sometimes.
He squinted at him. Was the kid... was the kid wearing Oskenonton's clothes? Was that normal? Was that weird? He genuinely couldn't tell.
OSKENÓN:TON | MAY 15TH, 7AM |
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Nov 21, 2013 19:53:53 GMT -8
tagged: Moose time: May 15, 7AM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. Oskenon:ton blinked, peering around the room. It was small, but definitely not like home. There were little totems and items scattered about that he recognized symbolically, but nothing that screamed ‘home’ to him. Nothing he recognized was particular to that little home on a reserve on Haida Gwaii. He bit his bottom lip. Where was he? In fact, who was the guy right next to him?
He peered up at Moose again, lips pressed into a thin line. ”N-no…” He trailed off for a second, thinking, before speaking once more. ”I am Oskenon:ton.” And this man apparently didn’t know him, and vice versa. If this man kidnapped him, he wouldn’t be just lying in bed with him.
Oh, the mind of an innocent child.
Oskenon:ton looked down at his clothes, and they definitely weren’t his. ”Where am I?”
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 21, 2013 20:47:30 GMT -8
Oh fuck. The kid was looking around, and gradually growing more and more nervous. It was so obvious even Moose could tell and he was downright oblivious at the best of times. Was the kid going to scream? If he screamed, Moose was doomed. He had too many morals to hurt a kid, and he didn't even want to threaten a kid. He just didn't even want to think about it, but he was rapidly running out of options.
Not that he'd had any in the first place.
When the kid declared that he wasn't Oskenonton's son, Moose squinted. When he declared he was Oskenonton, Moose squinted even harder, if such a thing were even possible. What the hell was he talking about? He paused, pressing a finger forward to prod the kid in the chest.
"You aren't him. He's bigger. You..." He trailed off, still squinting. "You look like him a bit. Same hair and stuff. But he's older. So just tell me where he went so I can sort this out."
He utterly ignored the last question, fairly sure the kid was messing with him.
OSKENÓN:TON | MAY 15TH, 7AM |
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Nov 21, 2013 21:17:56 GMT -8
tagged: Moose time: May 15, 7AM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. Of course he was nervous, but he was also a child with more knowledge of the sea and the woods than the average hiker. He had a second instinct to face down dangerous or odd situations. This was an odd and potentially dangerous situation, so he was hesitant, but still calm. Nothing had shown itself yet. He thought that if nothing else, he’d just handle the man like he handled a bear. He was certainly the size of one.
”What do you mean? I am him, though.” As far as he was concerned, at least. He frowned a little, then looked around again. Yes, definitely not home. Why were those buildings just outside so tall, anyways? It didn’t look like the island, and it didn’t look like his house.
Oskenon:ton swung his legs off the edge of the bed, standing where he was. He was a small kid, for a ten year old, and he was all skin and bones and slightly wiry muscle that was beginning to grow. He was a speedy little thing, running through the woods and jumping over whatever got in his way. His clothes were much too big and unfamiliar.
”Why am I here?” He asked again.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 22, 2013 7:43:40 GMT -8
Moose was not generally the swearing type. He could manage just fine without cursing up a storm, although he was certainly capable of swearing bad enough to make a sailor blush. This time certainly warranted some cursing. The whole situation made no sense. Where the hell was Oskenonton? What the hell was going on? It seemed like both of them had questions, only the kid was remaining calm and Moose was definitely not. If it was a prank, it was a shitty prank. It was the sort of prank that could get him thrown back in jail forever. No one would believe him, no one would take his side, and he'd lose everything.
Moose drew himself up to his full height, jabbing a single meaty finger into the kid's chest. "Do not fuck around here, alright? I want to know who you are, I wanna know how you got in here, and I want to know where Oskenonton went." Moose wasn't entirely sure which of those things he wanted most at the moment. Maybe the last one--Oskenonton would be able to be a witness, and he'd hopefully know the answers to the other two. Even if he couldn't immediately make the situation alright, he'd at least be able to improve it, and that was all Moose needed at the moment.
At least he still had his clothes on, although he was looking fairly scruffy and probably needed a shower.
OSKENÓN:TON | MAY 15TH, 7AM |
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Nov 22, 2013 11:53:31 GMT -8
tagged: Moose time: May 15, 7AM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. Oskenon:ton was just as confused as Moose about the whole situation. Where was his mom and dad? Why were the buildings outside so big? Why weren’t there any woods around? Had he been kidnapped? Thankfully, he was a pretty calm kid. He was a different, more resilient breed than most ten year olds born in the city, after all. He was survivor at heart, especially since he hadn’t had any outside influences yet.
He scowled a little when the man poked him, though it didn’t look anywhere near as threatening. Instead, he just batted at the hand and took a step back, still staring up at him. He was going to get whiplash like that, or a strained neck at the very least.
”I am Oskenon:ton.” Couldn’t he get it through his head? He was tempted to mutter something rude under his breath, preferably in Xaat Kil, but he refrained because that wasn’t really nice. ”Who’re you, anyways?” And his initial question had yet to be answered.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 22, 2013 12:42:54 GMT -8
At least the kid didn't look afraid. That was a small mercy, wasn't it? That he didn't look like he was going to run or scream or anything. Because if he did... well, Moose had dwelled on that more then enough.
So what was going on? He still didn't know, and the kid kept insisting he was Oskneonton. He paused, still squinting but utterly unsure of what to ask. He didn't know enough about Oskenonton's younger days to actually prove anything. It wasn't like...well, actually, he could just do it and give it a shot.
He withdrew his hand, crossing his arms across his chest. "Moose. Tell me something only Oskenonton would know." He declared, well aware he probably wasn't going to be able to tell if it was true or not. It just depended on how specific it was.
OSKENÓN:TON | MAY 15TH, 7AM |
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Nov 22, 2013 13:10:41 GMT -8
tagged: Moose time: May 15, 7AM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. At least the man had stopped prodding at him. Oskenon:ton was still frowning, crossing his arms like the man was in a sort of small imitation. He didn’t at all look imposing, though. At the mention of the man’s name, he grinned just a bit, though. Moose. Like the animal. It was slightly funny to him, and he giggled slightly before letting his arms fall back down to his sides.
”Moose, like the deer! My name means deer.” And, well, that was funny to him for some reason or another. But something that only he would know? That was weird as hell, but he squinted and tried to think up of something, anyways. Something that only he’d know… There wasn’t much, truth be told. There wasn’t much about young children that only they knew.
”Um…” He was at a loss for several seconds. ”I… I don’t know.”
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 22, 2013 13:48:57 GMT -8
Moose scowled at the giggling, unhappy with that. If this was Oskenonton--which didn't make any sense--then was Oskenonton really that amused by his name? "I know your name means deer." He mumbled quietly, trying not to look annoyed by it.
The whole situation was bizarre and confusing, but if nothing else he was going to at least try and help one of them be less confused.
"Listen, you're not supposed to be here, if you're really Oskenonton. Older you is supposed to be here. You're like... my age and bigger. Not... well, those clothes are what you were wearing." Which was making his skepticism lessen slightly, even if it seemed absurd. "So I don't know how you got here or why, but I'd like the big you back, thanks."
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Nov 22, 2013 14:05:21 GMT -8
tagged: Moose time: May 15, 7AM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. Well, he was very real, as far as he was concerned. He touched each finger to his thumb just in case, testing and realizing yes, he was very real. But he’d like the big him back? What the heck did that mean? He knew he was small, but he was ten years old. Did he really expect him to be a giant at that age?
”Well, I dunno what to do!’ He protested, walking over to the door to the bedroom, pulling it open and peering out. Yeah, the whole place was so wholly unfamiliar that he didn’t even know what to do with it. He just took a step out, peering around again. Yes, he’d always been a curious kid, too.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 22, 2013 15:28:04 GMT -8
Nothing was being resolved, and Moose scowled--then yelped slightly as the kid went for the door. He was absolutely not sold on the possibility that it was Oskenonton, although he had seen some pretty odd stuff and he wasn't entirely ruling it out. He immediately headed over shoving an arm in the kids way and shooing him back in the room.
"Stay in there. We can't have Rhiannon or anyone else seeing you." He hissed, glancing over his shoulder and more then willing to force the kid to stay in the room. No one could see him. Absolutely no one. Even if he wasn't Oskenonton... but especially if he was.
"Stay there." He repeated, flat out shutting the door before heading over to the counter, where a pad of paper that was used to note down groceries lay. He peeled the front piece off, grabbing a pen that felt strange in his large fingers, and then wrote a note. The note itself was less like a note and more like a letter, because Moose had never written either, but he'd at least understood the basics of letter writing. So the whole thing came off as half horribly formal, and half utterly incompetent, littered with misspellings and errors.
It was also quite possibly the most suspicious letter ever written, and really could only have been made more suspicious if Moose had added 'I'm not up to anything' on the bottom.
It was at that point that Aura flitted over from her terrarium under the window, settling on Moose's shoulder. In hushed words he explained the utter basics briefly to her, before opening the door back to Oskenonton's room, stepping in, and closing the door tight behind him.
Aura's wings fluttered immediately. Someone did something. He's not natural. She declared. OSKENÓN:TON | MAY 15TH, 7AM |
DEAR Rhiannon
Osc is sick. I am taking care of him. pleease do not check in.
from Moose
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Nov 22, 2013 16:39:25 GMT -8
tagged: Moose time: May 15, 7AM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. Rhiannon? Now who the heck was Rhiannon? He had no idea, and he was just about to open his mouth and ask when he was abruptly scooted back into the room by Moose. He frowned again, but didn’t say a word. He was going to probably snip something in his native tongue when the man outright shut the door in his face, going off to do something else without him.
Rude.
But in the meanwhile, he supposed he could do some exploring. He went towards the window, curious about the buildings outside, peering out with a raised brow. Yep, definitely not home, and there were barely any trees in sight. It felt weird to him, to not have trees or anything of the like sitting around. There was grey ground and glass buildings and realistically, it all looked so unnatural to the ten year old’s mind that he had to look away.
Instead, he redirected his attention back to the room. A small wooden totem sat on the bedside, and he jumped onto the bed to pick it up, turning it around in his hand. Ah, now that looked familiar. He felt a little more comfortable like that, sitting there and rolling it over in his hand before putting it back down and opening the drawer.
A tomahawk sat on top of the various other things there. That was familiar, too. He was just about to reach for it when he heard the door open, and he quickly turned back around and shut the drawer to see Moose standing there with a bug on his shoulder. A dragonfly.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 22, 2013 16:57:00 GMT -8
Moose always looked like he was scowling, but on that day he actually was scowling. So something was off about the kid--he already knew that much. Magic though? He supposed it made about as much sense as anything else that had happened to him, and he double checked the door before standing by it. He didn't want to approach the kid--Oskenonton, maybe--but he didn't want to do anything else, either. The whole situation was terrible and awkward. The kid was sitting on the bed, playing with something Moose hadn't seen before. Something wooden--maybe a piece of Oskenonton's art? It didn't really matter either way.
"So you're.." Moose halted, immediately having issues explaining what the situation was. What was his relationship to Oskenonton exactly? He took a few moments to mentally pick it over before finally continuing. "You're my roommate. And you're supposed to be like thirty." Which wasn't much of an explanation. "And... huh what else. Magic is real and the bug said you got magiced like that. You don't remember anything weird?"
The thought that maybe he shouldn't spill everything to Oskenonton's younger self didn't occur to him.
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Nov 22, 2013 17:20:44 GMT -8
tagged: Moose time: May 15, 7AM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. Moose had seen him holding the totem, but he didn’t seem mad about it. Oskenon:ton gave another glance back at it; he recognized the animals well, and wondered briefly about who made it. At the top, barely formed, was a large moose, which he supposed meant it was for or belonged to the man. Its horns were still gnarled, having not been carved into a proper set yet. It looked sort of weird the way it was.
How old was he supposed to be? ”But I’m ten.” He quickly protested, sliding his feet off the side of the bed. Oskenon:ton glanced at the bug again, then shook his head. No, he didn’t remember anything but going to bed and waking up in a weird place.
”And… the bug talks?” He quickly scrambled off the bed, walking towards him to get a better look. Definitely a dragonfly, a small and shiny green thing that sat on Moose’s shoulder and looked fairly tiny compared to its owner. When did bugs talk, anyways?
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