lifenet | [During the age event]

[That's never a good thing to see on the Rock. Well, adult Ren is incredibly concerned about All This.]

hostile? why are they mad?

It's...difficult to say. Either they're from far into the future like some of us are. Or, from before they lost their memory.

It wasn't possible to get anything out of them or them to hear beyond...their anger. They were looking for a fight.

[He was their punching bag. But better him than someone else.]

[At some point he's back as himself, and he has time to see this. Of course, this would be happening when he literally can't remember it for long periods of time.]

What happened?
Are they also susceptible to this?
Was there anything they may have forgotten in the present but knew then?

They didn't remember us at all or the events I remember happening for me, ten years ago. Back then after the Overgrowth and everyone revived they told me they reflect what happens to us. There were flowers growing out of them.

This time they didn't even physically show themselves.

And yeah this island was built upon for a reason. There was a sacrifice involved in the making.

I really wouldn't push them right now. I got the impression they were looking for a fight and that's all they wanted.

[... She recognizes the handwriting and frowns. She doesn't bother asking if he's alright - it's obvious that he isn't. Instead, carefully, she adds another note on the rock.]

If you see this here before coming home, I will be out behind the cottage.

who is that??

[ its written in the clumsey hand of a child who's unused to her letters ]

[That's frustrating. It would be fruitless to make he trek to the temple-no sense in invoking their wrath needlessly, but she'll remember to check once the kids have all returned to normal.]

i hope theyre okay. we should try checking on them again in a few days. they might be back to normal then.

Probably should. It should be someone other than me. They were really angry with me.

They're the god of the temple on Enso island, the main one we all live on. Normally they're not so...looking for a fight.

[Keith does see the message before he returns. So Allura is back to normal. Or...as aged as they are. He slips around the back of the house and raps on it.]

Hey. [He's a little better after spending time with his spouse. But the shadow is still there lingering in his eyes.] I got your message.

It sounds dangerous, I agree.
But I cannot help but wonder if they might know something now they wouldn't then.
It is hard to remember the past when we are away from it, and impossible to recall far enough away.
But if they now remember, we may be able to learn something we couldn't at any other time.
It seems like it may be too good to pass up.

are they a primal???????????????

i think they were scared

they wont be mad at you next time

[Which she actually has no clue if that's the truth or not. They might be mad at everyone. Who the heck knows what's going on, but hopefully that makes this rockbean feel better for the time being.]

ill come with you

If you go for it, don't mention Bliss or their real name Rapsho. If they say you're speaking of events that didn't happen...I guess you can try to reason with them.

Good luck.

...I've never heard of a primal before. Tell me about them.

It's really better I don't. I mentioned Rapsho. I'm not welcome there anymore.

[It's the latter. Definitely the latter. Alteans do not age as quickly as humans do after the onset of puberty. She almost appears twenty-three instead of the apparent eighteen. There's ten additional years she recalls but it's very much obvious as it happened while she was awake and nothing had changed like she believed it should have.

She'd only taken the time to change into her Paladin armor's undersuit from her royal gown, and is sitting down cleaning the chestplate with her even longer hair than usual braided and twisted into a bun. Evidently her younger self decided it needed more pink. She looks up at the rapping on the wall and offers a meek smile.]

I can see that. [She places the armor piece down and stands, moving to meet him and pull him into an embrace. Her being queen means nothing when it comes to family.] Would you like to spar?

[She doubts it will fully help, but working out the upset and hurt he must still be feeling if that look in his eyes said anything should at least be a decent next step.]

[Cue Kravitz in the bg writing that tidbit down before he replies...]

I'll keep that in mind. I don't wish to endanger them, or myself, but this opportunity is too precious to ignore.
If they want their memories back, these could be important ones.
I would advise you to ask them about if they want to hear it when they have returned to their normal self, though I don't know when that could be.
Thank you.

I'll...think about it. I don't want to be in their way if they'd rather not have to deal with me again.
Just wanted to get the word out.
Thank you too.

Not today. [Normally, he'd be all for fighting until he couldn't get up for a while. But right now he's still warm from Shiro's touch and soothed. Pain is what it is. He will walk with it until it finally fades.

He wraps his arms around her and hugs her tightly.]

Mending and upkeep today. I want to see what I can fix from those ripped clothes. [He'd torn the clothes he wore when he changed. That top cat shirt is a favorite and he doesn't want to lose it.]

[She's never seen them get angry-not enough to keep people from returning indefinitely. Her memories are hazy as hell right now regarding anything about them, but she remembers they were always pretty collected when she was a child. Except for when they. Weren't. Due to circumstances out of their control, usually.]

that was their friend so they might be very sad right now

itll be ok

I'm sure they're sad but, over top of that? Angry. Very, very angry.

I know Rapsho was their friend...I just didn't know how long they thought Rapsho was dead before...they were.

theyre big monsters that people can summon because they think theyre gods. theyre very dangerous and can temper people.

[Allura nods slowly. The desire to help still lingers, even though she'll admit it's still much of a personal failing of hers that attempting to help those close to her is... well, awkward attempts might be an understatement in some cases. Saving a people from tyranny and ruling her own? Sure, few problems involved. Personal issues? Don't mind her, somehow making tripping over herself and landing on her face elegant.]

Mind if I join you, then? [She asks into his shoulder. Her grip tightens in response as though trying to convey that she's here if he needs her -- silently and through subtext.] I've been meaning to patch a few tears and holes in mine as well.

[They could use thread from that juicy shirt someone had snuck into her belongings if needed. No one's claimed it in the long time since; it'll be fiiiine.]

Of course. I'll tread lightly.
Thank you for your help.

Of course you can. [He has a mind later to talk to Muffet about thread and sewing. He gets by but a true teacher would be more than ideal. He lets go of Allura and heads for the front of the cottage.]

We can catch dinner after that. The bigger fish will be around with Kosmo sleeping in the house.

...what do you want to use thread from?

Good luck, and any time. Let me know if there's anything further I can do.

The gods here are actual gods. But they're limited by their domain. Storyteller is about imagination, creativity, and stories. While Balance is exactly what their name suggests.

Tell me what tempering means. It sounds like these primals can control people?

[It's probably a good idea. She's been teaching herself for some time after... Well, best not to think of a time long lost right now. She smiles warmly, if still a little concerned as she relents and follows him to the front.]

He does have the tendency to scare some off, yes. [She smiles knowingly and shrugs.] Do you recall the rather odd shirt someone slipped into my clothing ages ago with "juicy" on the front?

[Calling it a "shirt" is an understatement. It'd barely cover her chest!!]

...oh the juicy stuff. [He knows that stuff well. Lance tried to get everyone wearing it and he refused. A lot. He unlocks the front door and holds it open for her.] We could use the ‘juicy’ boxers too. You know the ones with ‘cryptid’ on the back.

I’ve been looking for reasons to shred those for ages.

[They’re back with yellow letters on the back. It would be pretty easy to avoid all the yellow.]

[Allura enters, a slightly mischievous glint in her eyes.]

Well, it sounds about as good a time as any!

[Allura points out, perhaps a little too excited to be rid of the blasted thing on her end at least. (Sorry Lance.) It's cathartic!]

yes

it cant be fixed

...so it's for life.
There's no way to help them. Not even temporary death because...they're already gone inside?

[He opens the Shirogane bedroom door and slips inside. The boxers are retrieved along with his favorite hand constructed seam ripper. He had made it ages ago and still uses it.

Keith emerges with an idle thought to make sure Shiro feels like sleeping in a little tomorrow. Just for their health, of course. He presents the offending article and his seam ripper.]

Want to do yours first? It’s going to be great to get rid of these either way.

it takes their soul forever

even another primal cant re-temper someone.

[Allura wanders into her own room and retrieves the device and a needle she'd made at some point. She briefly sticks it into her bun as she walks out with shirt in hand and smiles. Ahh, this is going to be great.]

Certainly. [She can't wait to be rid of this great offense is it obvious yet.]

I'll get the right side you get the left. [He waves his seam ripper with a grin. The moment she sits down he grips his side and opens up the seam with laser precision. He sighs, happily. This is what he needed.]

The 'cryptid' aliens win this one. [He looks at her and nods. Her turn.] So, how big are the spots you need repaired.

Thankfully not large, though they're also a lot of them along the sides.

[She sighs, looking at the poor shirt on the nearby table as she takes the seam ripper and opens the seam with relative ease, but noticeably less precision as Keith. She hands it back to him and offers a helpless shrug.]

Juni kept pawing me awake this week, neglecting to not use her claws at the first few nudges.

Probably wants to play. [He grins at her as he opens the seam along the shirt's sleeve and passes it back. It feels easy and light. This is what he needed, comradery and building towards something. Allura clearly needs it too.]

Want to go out and play with them after this? Kosmo could use it too. He's acting a little weird.

Probably, though she's rarely been this insistent before... [She accepts it and starts to work on it, but pauses at the information. A single white brow raises as she looks up briefly.]

Oh? How so? [She asks, getting the other sleeve and handing it back.] I believe it's your turn.

[team cryptid: 4 | clothing items: 0]

[Keith gets the seam along the collar of the shirt and passes it back. The next step is time consuming but simple. He could do it in his sleep. His mother had been terrible at it but he learned it long long ago with his father.]

He keeps doing double takes. At all of us. He was following the people turned into kids for a bit.

[He didn’t know what to make of Shiro when he was younger for a bit too.] I think he isn’t affected by whatever is changing all of us.

[He's lucky to have been taught these skills while young. She had people for this long ago, but... well. Best not to talk about it. Instead she focuses on the seam at the hem and sighs. Well, they danced around it long enough.]

I vaguely recall agreeing with those looks. It was weird for me, too... when I was a child. [She shakes her head, handing it back to him.] When I wasn't as affected, at least.

[In that way. It still feels like years ago even if logic is trying to tell her otherwise. That it's only been a handful of days.]

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Yeah. You were just really small. [Unlike the awkward town that was Shiro from way before they ever got together. His husband had reasonably been overwhelmed and needed time to fathom even the hints of what was ahead of him. Keith sighs.]

But it feels strange now, doesn’t it? Like it happened a long time ago.

[He says he uses the seam ripper to its fullest potential. They need a patch a certain size.] Can you show me the area that needs patched? I want to get this slightly bigger than the damaged spot.

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