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Date & Time: Backdated to the week before the Uruguay mission, during timeswap.
Location: It's a whenever and wherever you want deal again!
Characters: Jacquese Foran & YOU
Summary: Jacquese is turned into his little acolyte self and is wandering around lost, come say hi.
Warnings: angry uncooperative mute child alert

[ In the compound and even outside of it, a young boy can be found walking around. A boy that might seem familiar to some. Jacquese, even without his horns and his monk robes, can still be quite recognizable. His hair is much shorter, but still long enough to be in a ponytail and the scar across his nose is still there too. The most notable differences were of course that he was much smaller and younger, looking to be about 15 years old, and the permanent scowl he was wearing on his face.

Waking up in a strange place and then being surrounded by people he'd never seen before with no familiar face in sight had been very disconcerting and it hadn't taken Jacquese long at all to decide he wanted out. He'd much rather be in the dreary Prontera Church than here, wherever 'here' was. With that in mind he'd set out to find a way out and regardless of what people told him, he kept looking. People, especially adults, couldn't be trusted after all. Father Remiel had said he'd always be there for him and where was he now? Not where Jacquese needed him, obviously.

So he sulkily keeps wandering around, getting lost and frankly not giving a shit about it. He has a mace if he gets anywhere where he needs to defend himself so he's sure he'll be just fine. ]

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[hornedomen]

Thank you.

[He held the plate with care. The smell of the food made him feel hungrier and he could barely wait long enough to take it to the table. He sat next to Jacquese.]

I'm starving.

[He took a bite and something came over him. Usually he had good manners when eating, yet this time he could not bother with it. His mother would have had a fit if she were here. But she was not here. Ico ate voraciously, as if he had not eaten for days. In less than a minute, the food on his plate was gone. He reached over to grab anything available on the table; more bread and a strange fruit. He was so hungry that he ate both at once.]

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[ Now Jacquese wasn't exactly the most well-mannered, cleanest eater either, but Ico had him beat there for sure.

He could only stare, a forkful of egg still halfway to his mouth, as he watched Ico practically tear into his food with a raised eyebrow. That wasn't a kind of hunger you got in one day. Having lived on the streets, Jacquese knew that from experience. Had Ico been out on the streets hurt like that for days? But if he had his own place to stay...

He found himself tilting his head as he watched Ico with some confusion. ]

[hornedomen]

[He continued like that until the fruit and bread were gone, as well as a sizeable portion of cold pizza. It was salty. He licked his lips.

I'm thirsty.]

Jacquese, do you want…

[He trailed off when he noticed Jacquese watching him. His ears warmed as his face turned red. He laughed, more sheepish than he intended.]

I'm sorry, I was very hungry. You want something to drink?

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[ Jacquese rolled his eyes at the apology, that Ico was hungry had been obvious.

He finally looked away so he could start on his own food without any reservation, although he certainly didn't devour it in the same way Ico had, and only paused briefly to nod without looking back up at the question about getting something to drink. ]

[hornedomen]

[As thirsty as he was, he placed a cup and an assortment of fruit juices and water near Jacquese first. Then, he poured himself some water and drank it so feverishly that it spilled over his chin. Once he drank his fill, he left to his room. He returned with papers, quills, and ink.]

I don't have a slate like yours. Will this do?