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Who: Lisa Snart with select starters. (Open to anyone who wants CR, though)
Where: Event Locations
When: Duration of the event
Rating: PG-13 (Default)
Summary: Lisa's a bitty and she's lost and puzzles are not her thing and she might be a little scared.
The Story: This eight year old child can be found scurrying silently through the corridors, sneaking food, and occasionally staring at the puzzles without much progress. She just didn't have the focus for them. Maybe if whatever they unlocked was shiny and expensive, she might be able to put more thought into it. But for now, she didn't quite grasp the point. These puzzles are crazy and so is this place, she's fairly certain.

Once she is reunited with her brother, Lisa stays close to his side most of the time. There are occasions when she accidentally strays or gets lost looking for a snack while he works on finding keys for the door. She has also decided that those monsters in the halls suck and could they please just go away now?

The gash between her neck and right shoulder is fresh, stitched together haphazardly by untrained hands, and stings like hell. It might look to be a few days old, but still fresh enough. The more she moved around, the more it ached, so running from those creatures in the corridors was awful!

[OOC: Run into her anywhere! Alternatively, PM me or hit me up on plurk if you want a tailored starter!]

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Lisa woke alone and fidgety. When she realised what all was happening, she tried to sort herself out and find her brother. Normally, she could protect herself, but she couldn't even carry the Gold Gun right now, let alone aim properly. Not to mention, she had this innate fear of everything, right now and Lenny was her only safe harbour. So she set out to find him without much luck.

Her trek brought her to food, but every little sound made her jump, so eating leisurely wasn't an option. She scarfed her food down too quickly and ended up with the hiccups. Being brought up as a thief had already turned her into a very silent sneak, however those hiccups made it all that much more difficult.

When she heard movement outside the room, she froze. Fight or flight instincts kicked in, but that ingrained conditioning tried to urge her to face the sound and confess so her lesson wouldn't be so painful. Despite all of that, she just couldn't move, still in the doorway while fighting to keep her hiccups quiet...

Billy woke up to another event, great, at least this time it didn't look like Wonderland had tried to turn him into a kid. Really he was grateful, he didn't particularly like suddenly being seven again. Especially when there really wasn't anyone around from home anymore. He's been wandering around, trying to avoid the weird monsters that can't die and round up some of the kids to keep them safe. He turned a corner and saw a little girl standing in the doorway to the kitchens, looking lost and scared and his heart went out to her. None of this was fun.

"Hey," he said trying to keep his voice gentle. "You ok, sweetie?"

There was that moment of deer-caught-in-headlights and that following moment of the internal struggle of should I run? but his tone was so gentle. Something about him was just approachable, even if she didn't recognise his face. It was possible he was someone she already knew aged down like her, but she couldn't be sure. She did edge back just a bit, anyway.

"Yeah. Just... just trying to cope with..." She gestured around her and shrugged a bit. The action making her wince. Idiot. You should know better than to move that shoulder. "I'm Lisa. I'm not usually this..." Well, she's not usually any of this. Small, skittish, scared, shy, but fighting it all was just exhausting. "...small, I guess."

He didn't recognize the name Lisa, but that didn't mean anything, there were plenty of people he didn't know in this place. He crouched down so he was on her level, years of experience with younger brothers made him pretty good with kids. "I'm Billy, do you have people here in Wonderland with you, or are you alone?"

He noticed her wince and he frowned. "Are you okay?"

She wants to quip about how that's a pretty personal question, or that 'candy, little girl' isn't going to work on her: defensive reflexes, honestly. But she doesn't. Instead, she looks down at her hands, avoiding his gaze that was now on her level.

"My brother and his--his partner. There are others, but Lenny and Mick'll be looking for me." Because they would. They wouldn't leave her stranded and alone, especially when they realised she wasn't answering her phone. She... might've lost it. She doubted it'd take them long to realise that none of her close contacts knew where she was, she was sure.

"I don't think we've met before." She lifted her gaze back up, but couldn't hold it up long when he asked if she was okay. Her hand covered the gash in her shoulder. "Y-yeah. It's just--it's an old memory. My brother treated it. It'll be okay again when I get back to my normal age."

Okay, so this is Wonderland and Weird things are gonna be Weird sometimes. Maya's made her peace with that. So when she encounters someone tiny scrambling in some direction or another, she'll patiently grab that person by the shoulder and make an attempt at eye contact.

"Okay so which one are you normally and should be working on getting a band-aid for that thing?"

Lisa jumped and struggled when she was caught, but only when the voice registered did she still her desperate wriggling. Her gaze dropped, and she almost seemed to fidget for a moment.

"Lisa..." She offered quietly and covered the stitched wound with her hand, trying to hide the wince. "It's fine. Lenny took care of it..." It wasn't fine. The heat radiating off of it meant it was infected, which was her own fault for not covering it properly. He'd probably be upset if he found out she wasn't taking care of it.

"You're older than me, now. This is weird." She tried to smile, but it just felt strained.

Edited (PHONE, WHY IS LUSA IN MY DICTIONARY ANYWAY? B| ) 2017-03-11 02:28 (UTC)

"Lenny did?" And at that, she gives the injury another once-over. She's familiar with how Len takes care of injuries, and this doesn't seem like it fits the bill very well. "Is he your size now too? Because I think this might be a job for full-sized motor skills."

She has no idea how to fix something like this. Kanji can probably handle things in a pinch, but she'd rather find a more self-reliant method.

"And I'm definitely older than you now. I'm pretty sure that means I'm allowed to boss you around and send you to bed without dinner if you mouth off, too."

"I don't know... I haven't seen him since I woke up. Lenny stitched it back home..." She shifted nervously. Yep, she just admitted to the girl that sees her as a threat that she was lost. She was vulnerable, not that she even thought Maya would want to or try to harm her, but it was just a hard thing for the adult Lisa to admit. Considering herself pathetic and utterly useless was a state of mind that itty bitty Lisa was used to, however. Even if her adult mind kept trying to tell her insecurities to go take a hike.

There was a joke there, and Lisa should've picked up on it. She should've quipped right back about how physical age and mental age were two entirely different things, but... it didn't make it to her tongue. Instead, she shrugged her shoulders shyly and dropped her gaze. "Wouldn't be the first..." The words were out before the thought registered in her brain and she looked bewildered for a moment. "But you should know, I'm a hand full at this age." She tried to remedy the mood with a joke.

"You're gonna get lost if you stick close, you get that, right?" Mick asked as he noticed her straying off from the group again. Admittedly, they weren't the best group to be in, all they seemed to do is fight each other and they weren't getting very far very fast, mostly because of Mick attacking their puzzles.

She's smaller than she used to be, her legs probably don't have as fast of a stride and she's hurt, he doesn't blame her for linger. Mick moved in closer to her and crouched down. "Is it patronising if I ask if you want to piggy back? Cause I'd take one if I could get one, I hate walking." And Leonard was a man on a mission, he was hauling ass and it was a lot of exercise.

His voice made her jump, but she smoothed over her features far quicker than the her of this actual age could have or even would have. "Sorry..."

Lisa crossed her arms almost defiantly when he asked, and retorted with a, "Yes." but she smiled after a moment. Being with Mick and Len had considerably calmed her nerves. She felt safe again. Not that she hadn't with Rip, that was probably the closest thing to safe she felt when not around her brother or everyone's favourite arsonist.

"But I still won't say no." She added almost sheepishly.

"Hey, look, this way we get to beat Leonard to the next puzzle and you don't gotta talk. That's pretty damn swanky if you ask me." Mick turned around and crouched, ready for her to hop on. This wasn't the first time he'd done this with Lisa and hell, apparently it wouldn't be the last. He'd have to keep her safe, it was important and her being this small and wandering around? It made him feel a little paranoid.

It was safer to have her where he could see her. "Climb on, princess."

The nostalgia of the action was almost suffocating as she hopped onto his back and held onto his shoulders. "Thanks Mick." She let her head drop to rest her chin on his shoulder so she could watch the path ahead of them. This was the most normal she'd felt since she woke up tiny.

"But maybe we should let Lenny do the puzzle this time." She teased. "I don't think we're as qualified as he is at it."

"No worries, Lis." He refrained from any pet name from when she was small for now cause she might have a complex and he doesn't want to piss her off. Pissing off Lisa Snart? Bad idea. He kept his pace somewhat swift to avoid any unfortunate confrontations but he didn't exactly move too fast, not wanting to jar her around. They had time to find Leonard, no rush. "I definitely ain't. I don't get puzzles. Puzzles are too. And you don't need to know puzzles either. Only geeks do."

He smirked playfully, unable to resist. "Like your brother. He might have all that swagger but let's face it, he's a total geek."

Edited 2017-04-04 11:40 (UTC)

"Lis!" No, it didn't matter that Lisa is a lot smaller than she ought to be and that he's changed as well, when he spotted his sister walking down the corridor, he recognised her immediately.

It only took him a moment to be by her side, crouched down for a proper look at her. His eyes fall on the gash on her shoulder and it's like a gut punch, a sharp reminder of one of many failures. He hadn't done a good job keeping her safe, he had just done his best. Sadly, not enough.

But even though she might look like she once had again and he was several years younger too, he still had more composure, had his memories. So his face showed little and he forced his eyes to focus on her face instead of the wound he remembered so well. "I've been looking for you. How's it going, sis?"

That was the voice she'd been looking for since she woke up in this topsy-turvy laboratory land as a midget. Don't mind her throwing her arms around your neck as soon as he's down on her level. She clings for just a moment then gets a grip on her senses and pulls back, ignoring the sting on her shoulder. She refused to show that it hurt, because she knew Lenny and she knew he hated seeing her in pain. He'd patched her up to the best of his abilities and she was eternally grateful. Without him, she probably would've bled out. Funny how he looked at her wound as a personal failure and she looked at it as a blessing that he'd been there.

"There are freaking blobby monsters lurking in the halls and I'm armed with eight-year-old limbs and lung capacity. Running this much sucks." But she smiles anyway. Leonard instantly makes her feel safe in any situation. "I was trying to find you too. Are you okay?" She looks him over almost frantically. He's so little, and she knows she's littler, but it still seems like such a huge difference. It's been a long time since she'd seen him this scrawny.

Leonard doesn't at all mind her clinging, even reaching up to stroke her hair without really thinking about it. Maybe it's been years since she's been this small, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't remember.

"I'm fine," he assured her right away, although he'd have said the same even if he was bleeding out right now. "Just younger, physically. Not the kinda change it is for you." Sure, he was back to being a teenager, but mostly he just lost some muscle mass in that and looked marginally younger than usual. "Don't worry about me."

However. "I need to clean up that thing, Lis." He gestured to the wound on her shoulder. "It looks infected. I used to be an idiot."

"I'll always worry about you." She countered, but seemed to accept the answer anyway. Because whether she said it or not, she worried. She might think her big brother was invincible at times, but it didn't eliminate the worry entirely.

But when he dissed his work on her wounded shoulder, she frowned at him. "You've never been an idiot. Ever. It's my fault for not taking care of it. I'm the idiot." She should've been cleaning it or something. Instead, she was running around the halls from monsters that were mostly harmless, apparently.

"You really don't gotta defend me from myself, Lis." It amused him, obviously, and so he was smiling, even as he looked at her wound in concern. "Kinda have the urge to pick you up when you're like this."

Or hold her hand, for that matter. She was small, he didn't want to lose her. But obviously Lisa is really a lot older and independent by now - hard-earned independence, if he was honest with himself - and so he knew better than to do either of these things. Instead he simply starts walking.

"There are some... things here. Monsters, creatures, beings, whatever. But so far not bothering them seems to work for me." He almost told her that she didn't need to be scared but, again, he stops himself.

Not a little kid any more.

They catch sight of something conspicuously white and gelatinous trailing out into one of the hallways, apparently menacing a young girl - one whom they don't recognize, but they've grown accustomed to that, after discovering a good half of the adults in Wonderland have been shrank down in age.

The point is, Lemon Bread doesn't seem to understand she doesn't have food for her, or maybe she's just...lonely. Either way, Frisk's expression steels with resolve as they toss a bag of popato chisps. It bounces off the back of her head with a sticky splat, and her malformed body half-turns, hissing.

Smells like sweet lemons.

"It's okay." Whether they're speaking to the girl or the Amalgamate isn't clear, but for now - it can be to both. "I won't hurt you."

Lisa's fears weren't rational, and if her rational mind would catch up with her, she'd realise that these things weren't actually trying to hurt her. She was just terrified of them and let her fears get the better of her. She was injured and scared and lost and confused and this thing had her cornered--

Until Frisk showed up. She skirted past the Amalgamate quickly and darted to Frisk's side. She needed to get a hold of these rampant emotions! But right now, she needed to not be cornered by terrifying lurkers in the halls.

"Frisk? How-how'd you know...?" Don't mind her as she almost crowds your personal space without actually touching you. The instinct to cling to someone was warring with her adult inclination not to be touched. "Thank you."

She definitely does stick to them like glue once she registers that they're here. And they still can't say they recognize her - sorry. They're sorry. - but at least Lemon Bread isn't rearing up like she's mad anymore. The bag of chisps more or less gets absorbed into her, but based on the way she bunches up contentedly in the corner, that was really all she wanted.

"I'm sorry." The words slip out before they can...

They're sorry, though. They're sorry for all of this. And they're sorry they don't recognize her.

"I don't know...um, you look different."

"What?" Frisk, she wants to shake you sometimes. "Y-you just saved my life. Don't apologise. But I meant, how'd you know what to do?" She's still shaky and unsure about Lemon Bread in the corner, but she's less terrified now that she's not looming over her angrily.

"Yeah, I look different. I'm sorry. I'm Lisa. Lenny's sister." She... smiled. She most certainly did remember Frisk saying she could call them if she needed their help. They helped, even though she didn't call.

Lisa. Lisa. They only take a moment to take in her appearance before nodding. And it means they can slide past the part where she insists they don't apologize. Said it all wrong again, and they're sorry for that too. But they hate sorry.

Everyone hates sorry.

"I mean, I didn't know if you were..." The sentence trails off limply in the absence of anything else to say, so they simply move on to the next pressing issue: "The Amalgamates aren't bad. Most of them are just hungry."

Her mouth forms an 'o' as Frisk explains the Amalgamates. She turned to give Lemon Bread yet another glance in the corner, regarding her with the slightest bit less fear. She could understand being hungry. Lisa nodded, returning her attention to Frisk. "Well, I thought she was trying to eat me, so... still. Thank you." It didn't help that in this body, her emotions and mindset were different. She just assumed she was a target to be assaulted. The gash on her shoulder was proof of that--was the cause of that mentality.

"So... none of them will actually try to eat me?"

"No." The word emerges firmly, louder and sterner than they mean for it to, and that's - wrong. Bad. Immediately shut their mouth, flinch, glance away. Don't forget your place. Don't forget that you're smaller than them, even if they don't look it. Don't let it go to your head.

But their gaze lights on the injury on her shoulder regardless, and their brow furrows.

"Did one of them do that?"

The reply was stern and normally, Lisa wouldn't be bothered. Normally, she was in better control of herself. Lisa flinches away before she can stop herself. For the briefest moment, her eyes were wider and fearful. However, her skills as an adult, developed as Leonard raised her helped her smother the fear and hide the expression.

That question wasn't expected, but it probably should have been. "No." She replied easily. "My... my father did." She shrunk in on herself a bit, looking away. She seemed ashamed. Embarrassed. Small, even for her already small size. She didn't realise she'd backed up until her back bumped a wall.

Messed it up. Messed it up, and right after she says it, nervously, they recoil, because they're making that same mistake again. They're turning out just like Chara says people like them turn out. Proof of what people like them always turn into.

Just as bad. Even worse, because they're supposed to know better. Want to reach out, say something like sorry, but everyone hates sorry. It's just a word you say.

They shrink. They know they shrink. Hands curling around their arms, hugging themself, looking down, away. If they're smaller, maybe they'll disappear. But they - at least they didn't come unprepared. Right?

It takes a moment, but eventually they fish a fresh bag of chisps from the pocket of their oversized jacket. Offer it to her without looking up.

"They're magic." And then, realizing that explanation won't exactly clarify as to why they'd be helpful, they fumble to add, "they convert to energy. Heal you."

Lisa seemed completely lost when Frisk offered the crisps with that explanation. It even took them another few moments to register the added clarification. She crept from the wall and reached out timidly to take them, nodding. "Thanks." She tugged the bag open and trustingly popped one in her mouth. She's trusting you, friend. Please do not pull a Flowey on her.

After a few more crisps, Lisa seemed to relax some, offering a small smile. "We don't really have anything like this where I'm from. We actually don't have anything like those creepers in the hallways, either... Will giving them food work on all of them if this happens again?"

She's on edge. That's okay. They were too, and would be still, in her place. The first time down here had been harrowing, and that was only after some measure of trust had been ascertained between themself and the monsters, themself and the voice that guided them, even if they hadn't always thought of them nicely. Not even then.

Not all that fair, even then. Never really were.

"They like food." They nod a quiet confirmation. Would try for a smile, but it'd look false and forced, and weird. "This is my...this is where I come from."

Not their home. Anymore.

Lisa takes some solace in the fact that food would work the next time she sees one of them. They scare her at this size, but thinking about it differently--thinking about it from an adult standpoint, she didn't need to be afraid. She just needed to feed them and she'd be okay.

But the admission startles her a bit. She blinks back at Frisk in awe for a moment. "This...?" She immediately feels for them. It's bad enough for her to go through it for however long Wonderland decides they should be subjected to this terror, but to live a normal life here? "I'm sorry, Frisk." It must be so hard for them.

They know that look. It's sympathy, it's pity, it's looking at them like everything they've known and lived through is something to feel sorry for. As if they didn't bring every inch of this upon themself.

"It's not bad," they hasten to clarify. "Looks scary, but...the rest of the Underground isn't like this at all."

Or rather, it took some getting used to. It took some getting to know everyone and knowing how to Spare every monster. Their responsibility to prove they're not a threat. They're every human that's hurt them. They're every person that has the potential to hurt them.

Monsters are scared of them. And they should be.

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The most profound and detailed threadstarter you are welcome.

Most adorable starter ever!

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MIIIIIICK! ;w; <3

Secondary bro to the rescue

Best rescue duo, tbh!

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