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blooeyedtroll · 3 years

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Home on the Range

Rated PG-13ish Lolz. For occasional cussing and maybe innuendos(?). Lolz. This can also be read on Ao3. Feel free to read it there if you prefer.

More art scattered though out this fic, hope you like it!

Hello friend! Welcome!

This is a One shot fic that takes place in mine & @messybitch802 ‘s :

Efflorescence AU.

This is the beginning of our tale, I hope you enjoy.

This is in Hickory’s POV. I thought this would be a fun way to introduce Bloo and Messy. It also seemed fitting since Hickory will play a larger part as our tale unfolds.

However, I’d like to think this could be enjoyed as a fun one-shot Hickory & Dickory fic as well. This fandom needs more Yodel Brothers content!

Big thanks to @jade-green-butterfly and her random ask that kicked my butt in gear, giving me the inspiration to finally start writing:

Anyway, let’s get to it. Enjoy!:

HOME ON THE RANGE

"Rock Trolls... no doubt about that.”

The rugged, orange haired Troll put down his hammer and stepped away from the task at hand. Fence work could wait. This needed his immediate attention. Around this time of day he'd expect to see, at most, a tumbleweed passing by the entrance to the Ranch. Maybe. Nobody ever came out this way. Not since he'd been here anyway. At a good clip, it was about an hour trek away from Lonesome Flats. Which suited his needs perfectly.

The perfect place to lay low and still blend in.

"Bist du sicher?" whispered a muffled voice behind him.

"Of course I am. Now hush, I'm gonna check it out. Stay in character. An’ be ready, just in case."

The orange haired Troll patted the front of his jeans, freeing them of a satisfying amount of dust from the day’s hard work and checked his reflection in a nearby trough. Grinning as he placed a straw of wheat that was kept in the brim of his hat; between his teeth.

Perfection.

Who would guess otherwise, that the reflection in that water, was anything but a genuine Country Troll?

It took a lot of work shopping, trial and error, but he did it.

Well, they did it. The four legged, rugged, handsome, Country Troll was in actuality...two Trolls.

Two brothers to be precise.

Yodel Trolls by the names of Hickory and Dickory.

The last Yodel Trolls by their accounts, and they happened to be the best damn team of Bounty Hunters and Mercenaries in all of Trolldom.

For good reason.

The best tool to their disposal was their ability to blend in. So much so, it was only until it was “too late” for their marks, by the time their true colors were revealed. And this disguise has been their best yet.

Hickory, though the youngest brother, was the much taller of the two. So he was the face to this particular get-up. Making Dickory to be left with the tail end. Literally. Understandably, this was not ideal for him.

And he definitely made it well known on many occasions how he felt about having to play a literal “horse’s ass”.

But by gum, was he the best ass you could ask for.

At this point, Dickory had mastered the art of synchronizing with Hickory's movements, in such a way, it was now practically impossible to spot anything amiss. It was as if they shared one mind while under the guise of this centaur-esk being.

And while Dickory was fairly sour about the whole situation, Hickory found himself more and more, fond of living day to day as a Country Troll. Very much so to his brother’s shagrin. The look, the music, the lifestyle...everything.

It had been two months now since the brothers found themselves here, in Country Music territory. However, last anyone on the outside had heard about them, was that they had "yodelled so hard, an avalanche fell on them"...or something? Which was just what they wanted. For the time being anyway.

The brothers had struck a deal with their last mark.

For his freedom, he was to spread said rumor, so the Yodelers could lay low for a while.

Queen Barb, of the Hard Rock Trolls, was no stranger to the two brothers. As a matter of fact, she was one of their most frequent clients for the past few years. Which suited them just fine. Well, almost. The last few jobs they did for the young Queen, left a bitter taste in Hickory's mouth. Not so much for the tasks she asked of them, but because of something she said and what he saw on their last few visits to Volcano Rock City. Maps. Marked up. Plans of some sort. Hanging everywhere. The young ruler, looking the most tired he'd ever seen her, yet looking as if ready to burst from being too tightly wound, at any moment.

"Hopefully next time I see you dudes, one way or another, we'll all be singing to a different tune. It's gonna be so Rad."

Whatever was going on, both Yodelers agreed that it was definitely not worth getting caught up in. They could just feel it. Deep down. They were hired to track Trolls down and do what needed to do, to get by.

Both of them could be shady characters at times, but they had decent moral compasses to live by. So they told themselves.

That's why the presence of Rock Trolls at this moment made Hickory's blood run cold. Could it be possible somehow, some way, they had been found out? That whatever Queen Barb was up to, she was looking for them? What is it that she’d need them for anyway?

No. Their plan worked perfectly. Blend in as a Country Troll, lay low for a while, only do the occasional "job" when the opportunity presented itself, just until the Queen of Rock cooled her head or went through with... whatever she is planning.

Not a soul knew about Hickory and Dickory being here.

Well.

Unless you counted, July.

Miss July, the owner of the Ranch. A rather interesting Troll.

A Pop-Country Troll. The only mixed genre Troll around these parts. Unlike her four legged, centaur, Country loving neighbors; she walked on two legs... well, hooves. Her appearance could be compared to a more "Satyr" like build, with a perfect blend of both genres in her appearance. The bright colors of a Pop Troll, but the sturdy build of that of a Country Troll.

A Tough, stern older lady-Troll, with a heart of gold.

Running this place all on her own, while tending to her extremely elderly parents.

That's one of the reasons he never expected any visitors here. Nobody in town wanted anything to do with Miss July or her family. Didn't much like associating with “their kind” if they could help it. Though you'd never hear them say it in polite conversation. But that suited Miss July just fine. That's how she liked it. Ever since Miss July and her folks suffered a terrible loss to their family, decades ago, she rarely went into town if she could help it.

Which on one such occasion, is when she stumbled upon the Yodelers, in their first attempts at putting together their “Country Persona”.

They had been camping not too far from her Ranch and the Town, when she found them both, struggling to even walk in time together, in a pair of poorly made four legged pants.

July took their word as Gospel. That they were just fulfilling a lifelong dream of wanting to, in some way, be a Country Troll. So she offered them a place to stay and to show them the ropes on what it meant to be a Country Troll. If they agreed to work for her at her family’s Ranch.

"Until you feel you can stand on yer own four hooves!' She teased.

It could be easily wagered that July being an outcast in her own community, could be a factor of sympathy she felt towards them, making her wanting to help any way she could, and possibly what made her not judgmental in the least. That, and as tough as she put herself on as, she was sweet as apple pie, through and through.

Which did make Hickory especially, feel guilty about not being more upfront with her. As much as he could be anyhow.

Especially so, when the occasional “job opportunity" presented itself around Lonesome Flats during the Yodelers free time. Turns out, there were plenty of Trolls who had a bone to pick with others, or needed matters settled around these parts. Not to mention, crooks-a-plenty to turn in.

But both brothers always repented. By being very diligent working for Miss July on the Ranch. Anything she needed done, got done. It was the least they could do for what she had done for them for these last two months. So the last thing needed was for anything to get ugly around here.

As Hickory approached closer and closer, he could feel his brother tensing up.

"Easy.” He whispered under his breath, smirking, patting behind him in attempts to calm his hotheaded companion. While still maintaining a nonchalant and calm demeanor.

Having spent a fair amount of time in Volcano Rock City for past jobs, and even on several occasions for other clients; needing to spend time incognito as Rock Trolls, it was fairly easy to recognize them from afar.

Upon closer inspection, it did come across as rather curious to see them wearing Country attire. They couldn't be trying to blend in, could they?

No. Not by the way these two held themselves.

One Troll in various shades of blue in appearance, the other in peculiar shades of green from toe to tip. Both faces, still covered by wide brimmed hats. The blue Troll's demeanor was nervous right from the jump. Their green companion, holding them by the hand, grounding them. As if to keep them from sprinting away at a moment's notice. Both looking tired from the trek they must have taken from town to get to the Ranch property and from the sun's unforgiving afternoon rays.

Nothing but what seemed to be electric guitars and simple backpacks on their backs. However, these were definitely the most impressive guitars Hickory had seen in all his life.

The blue Troll’s, from what he could make out, was sage in color and looked as if it was made of some large critter's battered wing. Almost bat or reptilian in nature. The green Troll’s guitar, an imposing, venomous violet, crafted by what could only could be guessed as being once the claw and stinger of some scorpion-type critter. One he certainly wouldn't want to tango with.

Lackeys of Queen Barb’s? No... couldn't be.

"Nobody knows we're here"

"We've been so careful."

He repeated over and over to himself. Almost mantra-like. He really had no reason to be this paranoid he kept reminding himself.

“Who are the most feared Bounty Hunters and Mercenaries in all Trolldom?”

“The Yodel brothers. That's who.” He smirked at that last thought. Puffing his broad chest a bit more, in response to his inner pep-talk.

And no Troll, no matter now--

"H--Howdy!" The blue Troll, clearing their voice, shakily called out.

"Right fine day, isn't it?"

The traveler seemed to ease into the drawl like putting on an old pair of comfy shoes, and with each word, their confidence seemed to boost. Stepping forward from their green companion, they removed their wide brim hat and gandered up at Hickory, with a small smile that damn near made his heart leap through his throat. In a good way?

That was...unexpected.

His usual quick witted mind and tongue, on the spot turned into a train that just left the station.

Those eyes. Absolutely pierced him right through. Large, inquisitive, pale, cerulean eyes. Staring right at him under dark lashes, and surrounded by a cascade of cobalt freckles.

The closest shade of color he could compare those eyes to were a color he hadn't thought of in ages. Snow. Snow that as a Trolling he played in. Usually when you found yourself making forts or laying in heeps that came up so high, you would look, and you'd catch the glimmering sunlight, shining through it. A shade of blue that just melted you to the core and drew out a smile, without you being the wiser.

"Right fine.” he responded. Recovering from his wandering mind.

No time to be side tracked by an adorable, freckled, blue-eyed Troll. With sweet, curvy features, who has solid looking muscles that look they could easily crush--

"How can I help you? You folks seem a bit far away from home. Don't get a lot of Rock Trolls around these parts.”

Thank goodness his voice seemed to be the one on track; at the task at hand.

“Oi! What’s that supposed to mean?”

The green Troll stepped forward, hotly, removing their own hat, as to glare directly at him. Sizing him up. Only a tad taller, but much more lithe in figure to their companion. Definitely much more fierce. Not just in attitude, but in appearance. Their eyes, deep as sapphires. Teeth, the bottom row protruding two large tusk-like lower canines. Ears, pointed back and just as sharp as their claws, which he found himself one the other end of, being pointed at. Just as he felt his hair prickle, preparing himself for what was bound to happen next, the tension was immediately neutralized.

"It's okay Mess” The blue Troll cooed, calming the green one.

"Sorry to just come on over uninvited, but uh, does a Troll named July still live here?"

"You mean Miss July? Sure does. Why, if You don't mind my askin’?"

"Well you see, she's my... can--can I please talk to her? If she's around here today?”

A good long pause washed over the three.

Hickory could feel the trepidation radiating from Dickory behind him as he swished "their tail' in annoyance. Normally, if this was any other situation, it'd be too bad for these two. He'd send them right on their way, or worse if it came to it. They seemed capable. They had guitars, they were Rock Trolls. Random Rock Trolls, showing up, asking for not himself or his brother, but Miss July. Out of all the Country Trolls in Lonesome Flats.

But the waves of anxiety radiating from this freckled Troll were massive; and when their friend wasn't staring daggers at his direction, they were gazing so tenderly and sympathetically at them. These weren't agents of Queen Barbs. These seemed like folks on a sad mission of delivering news, or something of the like. They looked as though this was the last place they would ever want to be.

Dickory always insisted that Hickory was too quick to let his heart think first before his head when it came to their line of work. He didn't see it that way though. Hickory thought himself a good judge of character. Hell, that's why they found themselves in this situation now. Tipping his hat in a friendly manner, he smiled at the two.

"Well, why dontcha follow me then. I'm sure Miss July is making lunch right about now. You folks are just in time. Name's Hickory"

"Messy." replied the green.

The blue Troll remained silent.

"Adorabull got yer tongue cutie?" he teased

Those freckled cheeks lit up in seconds, a flushed lavender. Too cute.

"Somethin' like that' They smiled sheepishly.

All the while, as Hickory walked with the two up to the main building on the property, they stuck to idle chit-chat. About the weather or the nearby town. They passed by many of the fences that housed just some of Miss July's critters. As well as a few stables, paddocks, a decent sized workshed, and the small house the Yodelers had been staying in since they arrived here. It was once they passed that particular building, the blue Rocker stopped in their tracks momentarily. Just staring. Almost trance-like. They only moved again once Messy had firmly grabbed their hand and they followed.

Finally, they reached the main building's porch. The family home. Without any prompting, the two travelers waited at the bottom steps of the porch. Hickory nodded, thinking that might be best. He walked up to the open door. The wafting aroma of today's lunch filling his nostrils. Chili with sweet rolls? If he wasn't mistaken, he could smell fresh squeezed lemonade too. Knowing better to barge in while she was in the Kitchen...

"Pardon me, Miss July?" he called out.

"Dammit Hic, I told ya once, I'll tell ya again. Lunch is on when I ring the damn bell, that's when it’s good and ready!"

Hickory couldn't help but chuckle. That July was a firecracker.

"It's got nothin' to do with that Miss. You see, You've got yourself some visitors."

"For the last time Hic, just call me Jul--"

July emerged from the doorway, holding in each hand a glass of lemonade with mint garnish. No doubt as something to appease the Yodelers until lunch was done. As soon as her eyes met the two travelers, she stopped dead in her tracks. Glaring at them something fierce.

"These two are the visitors I was talkin' about."

"Rock Trolls, huh? Here? Whaddya want?"

The blue traveler, clearing their throat, voice cracking; they smiled, eyes glazed and sparkling with unshed tears. Staring at July as if a secret wish had been granted.

"Aunty Ju-Ju? It's m-me. It's Bloo. I'm home."

Bloo? That Bloo? Could it really be? Hickory didn't need to dwell on that too long though. July suddenly yelped out loud, in such a way that it startled absolutely everyone. Including herself apparently because those glasses in her hands dropped and shattered to bits.

"You couldn't be-- w-what kind of game are ya playin’ at?!"

July at a loss for words. This was serious. There she stood, knees buckling, lip quivering, tail thrashing. Unable to look away from the Troll in front of them at the end of her porch. A look of torment across their face.

Slowly, the freckled Troll smiled sadly, and reached behind their back for their instrument. Hickory acted quickly, putting himself between the two. Staring intently at the Rocker. They stared back, as they slowly brought the instrument forward.

"Please. Let me play?"

Hickory's nostrils flared, biting down hard on the straw in his mouth. How was he so stupid? Well, he wouldn't be fooled this time.

*~strum~*

Though the guitar was imposing and electric, with a stroke of their hand, it played a long, twangy, unmistakable, Country cord.

Silence.

Laying a hand on Hickory's shower, July gently moved him aside, her attention almost trance-like on the player. Waiting.

As if they understood, they shifted and picked up their guitar in earnest. Strumming again, but to a much more upbeat melody. Much more upbeat than most Country music Hickory had heard around town that he grew to enjoy. This sounded more... Pop? Much more like something he'd hear July singing on a day she was in a particularly good mood. Or something July’s elderly mother, the Pop Troll of the family might hum.

That's when they began to sing along, starting off slowly and gaining strength with each note. A large smile on their face as tears cascaded down their round cheeks. As if putting on the show of their lives. It was raw, and beautiful.

"She loves rock ‘n’ roll,

they said it's demons’ tongue,

She thinks they're too old.

They think she's too young,

And the battle lines are clearly drawn.”

“She's a wild one,

with an angel's face,

She's a lovely Troll in a state of grace,

When she was three years old on her daddy's knee,

He said you can be anythin’ you wanna be.

She's a wild one.

Runnin' free."

“She has future plans,

and dreams at night,

they tell her life is hard,

she smiles, sayin’ “that’s alright”, yeah!”

“She’s a wild one,

With an angel’s face,

She’s a lovely Troll in a state of grace,

When she was three years old on her daddy’s knee,

He said you can be anythin’ you wanna be.

She’s a wild one.

Runnin’ free.”

"She's a wild one”~~

"~~Runnin' free.” July finished and sobbed the last line.

"That was the song I wrote for your Mama... all them years ago..My Bloo. My little ‘Bloo-Jay’ came home!"

Hickory stood fully aside now, allowing the two to embrace, for what he now had realized had been the first time in more than two decades. An embrace that both warmed and broke your heart, all at the same time. This was July's pride and joy. Her niece. Bloo, the only child of July's older sister June.

June and July were extremely close sisters. Best friends even.

June was a very free spirited Troll who fancied herself a part-time singer at one of the local bars in town. On one of these trips to town, she met a traveling Rock Troll by the name of Ziggy. Busking for food and drink. Let's just say, it didn't take long at all until wedding bells were ringing and Ziggy was part of the happy family here on the Ranch. The couple waited a while before having a Trolling. The two were busy enjoying married life, Ziggy took June traveling, fulfilling her dreams of seeing life outside Lonesome Flats. And wherever they went, they were singing up a storm. When they returned home to settle down, at any bar or club, or bingo hall that would have them, they continued singing their hearts out. Occasionally even dragging July along. The three of them became inseparable. Especially after Bloo was born. The townsfolk even seemed to warm up to the entire, oddball family. It was all turning up roses for the family finally, after what felt like ages of trying to live in harmony. But it all came to a crushing end.

Shortly after Bloo turned five years old, a serious, contagious illness spread throughout Lonesome Flats. Most folks who caught it, eventually recovered, but there were eight fatalities in the end. June was one of them. The family was torn to pieces by June’s passing. Ziggy just wasn't the same Troll after. A year passed and just as they thought things might slowly start looking up, Ziggy and Bloo were gone.

Apparently he had packed himself and Bloo up one night, and just left without a word. July knew he had family back home in Volcano Rock City, and figured that is where he would take Bloo to raise them. But July dared not go there. For good reason. A Pop-Country Troll, travel to Volcano Rock City? Demand her niece back from a heartbroken father? While leaving her extremely elderly parents to fend for themselves? No. July would be turned away or torn to pieces. King Thrash at the time was feared for good reason in those days and most Trolls feared Rock Trolls the most out of all the other Tribes.

July and her folks basically moved on by learning to mourn the loss of June, Bloo, and Ziggy. They never expected to ever see Bloo or Ziggy again. Yet here Bloo was. Embracing their aunt, while Hickory and Messy looked on fondly. His smile grew wider as he realized how overjoyed July's folks: Clay and May, would be to see their grand-baby again. Something they thought they'd never live to see.

He could see it now that he got a better look at Bloo, as they were bombarded with kisses and hugs, that they did share a little resemblance to their Pop-Country Aunt. Though without a doubt, they took after their father Ziggy the most. No wonder Bloo wasn't easily recognizable at first glance, they looked so different in comparison to how they looked back then as a Trolling.

Who would have thought that he'd meet the Troll who's childhood pictures adorned the home he and his brother were staying in? Which happened to be Bloo's Old family home on the Ranch. The same house they had stopped to stare at on their way to the main house.

"Small world we live in!” He barked with laughter.

"Welcome home Miss Bloo, glad to meetcha." And he meant it, whole heartedly.

"Glad to be home again.”

END.

(Song used was Faith Hill’s ‘Wild One’. Tweaked for this story)

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phoenix-manga · 3 years

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DCA Dorm Leaders + Sophie turns into Kids?!

It happened at different times but the experience was shocking nonetheless. Everything odd just happens when you interact with NRC students. For some reason, the one time the ten dorm leaders of DCA visited or interacted with NRC something unexpected happened...

Evonie

She was spilled with a potion that a student was carrying but accidentally dropped it from the window of the alchemy class. Her form shrank in the puff of purple smoke and when it was gone she was suddenly a toddler.

Epel who was escorting her around the campus grounds started to panic and decided that in cases like these he must go to the dorm leader. As soon as he brings her to Vil, she's going to be dolled up in little frilly dresses and ribbons while an antidote was being made.

Evonie's two dads always dress her up in cute clothes which shouldn't be a problem… But she was used to cotton and animal onesies, Vil was making her wear silk and a bit of lace that are kind of itchy.

Epel just feels odd with the entire scene he is witnessing. Evonie looks very displeased, he can only look back with a look of understanding her ire. He hates lace too…

When Epel has to look after Evonie, she'd sit in his room chewing on apples and rolling around the blanket. She wasn't very active but she never made a fuss, Epel thinks that the Evonie right now and the older Evonie barely has any difference, which puzzles him.

Ella

A lot of students are dropping potions from the window nowadays, Ella is the latest victim to the falling chemical and this time Rook was with her.

There she was, a toddler who looked up at Rook with her big eyes, he almost forgot what he was going to do since he got distracted by her cuteness.

Of course, he reports the incident to Vil who reports to Divus. While waiting for the antidote, the Pomefiore dorm is blessed with the image of a cute doll-like toddler waddling around following Vil. The first moment Ella's eyes saw Vil she immediately points to him and says, "Pwince".

It was so endearing and it got a chuckle out of Rook and Vil. If Vil was too busy to look after her, she was left in Rook and Epel's care, she'd busy herself playing princess with Rook and clumsily doing curtsy, Rook laments on how he wished he had a sister as charming as her.

Ella would assume Epel was a princess but he can't be mad at her because she's a kid. He'll just tell himself repeatedly that she's a kid and doesn't know any better.

Allison

Well, the incident happened in the alchemy lab in DCA this time. She got turned into a toddler and while the students were busy trying to calm down and prepare an antidote, Allison sneaks off through her door and onto Heartslabyul grounds.

She starts looking around and sees Trey and Cater, she rushes towards Trey and grabs onto his leg, startling him. They were shocked to see a child here of all places and at first, they thought it was a little sister of one of the students.

Until Allison used her doors to get away from Cater who was trying to grab her that they realized that it was indeed, Allison.

The game of tag starts, at first it was Trey and Cater chasing her around the garden but she kept on using her doors to transport into various spots in the dorm area, she ended up in the lounge than the kitchen, and so on, the entire dorm was on high alert for a pink-haired toddler and magic doors.

What about Riddle? He was already informed when he saw students crouching around trying to find something or someone…

He tries to be calm and order the students to get her out quickly, but as soon as she sees him and calls him a "The Grumpy Tomato" he forgets that she's a kid and chases after her only to have her use a door and he nearly crashes into the wall. Allison is definitely going to get an earful from Riddle after this fiasco.

Briar

It happened during the time she visited NRC, she was hit with stray magic in the main building and it turned her into a toddler. Everyone in the area was panicking while Briar was confused and startled by the yelling from the students.

The one who found her was Lilia and the moment he sees that gold hair he rushes towards her only to find her… very small and very young. This was amusing for the old fae and it brings back memories of nostalgia. He can easily remove the spell cast on her but he allows himself to be a bit selfish and bring her over to Diasomnia.

Lucky for him, Malleus and his two guards are in the lounge chatting. The three of them froze when Lilia plopped Briar on the coffee table. Her big blue eyes scanning the faces of the people in front of her.

Briar first went for Sebek and he was clumsily trying to carry her as she poked around his cheeks because his fangs caught her attention.

Then when Silver got a hold of her, he fell asleep after a few minutes and Lilia had to catch her.

Lastly, she sees Malleus and approaches him. Malleus was a bit lost on what to do, this child is Briar but at the same time, he doesn't know what she's like as a child. Briar raises her arms to him asking to be carried, when he did she gently put her small hands on his horns, marveling at the texture. Lilia has a picture he sneakily took to preserve the memory of a stunned Malleus and a baby Briar.

Cerule

Cerule got toddlerized when she tagged along with Floyd making a potion in his room. Of course, Floyd being… Floyd, he put in something weird cause he was curious then a puff of purple smoke turned Cerule into her little mer-serpent self.

Floyd was now preoccupied with a small oarfish child who was chewing on the black strand of his hair. "Ce-chibi, does my hair look like seaweed?".

Jade came in the room some time to witness this scene, he doesn't need any explaining to know what happened. But, he takes the opportunity to see how Azul would react so the twins went to show the dorm leader.

Needless to say, Azul dropped his pen when he spots that familiar red and white hair.

Cerule as a child was… filled with a lot of chewing, she doesn't have sharp teeth due to her natural diet consisting of seaweed. She also tends to wrap her tail around someone's arm or leg so as not to fall off, Floyd put her tail around his neck and made her a scarf.

Azul was planning on making the antidote… but Cerule's doe-eyes and cute habits sparked the instinct of a businessman. He decided against it because he'd rather not worry the students at DCA.

Rozeline

It was a book she saw in the NRC library that just happened to be cursed and reading out a spell turned her into a toddler. Luckily for her, the one who was showing her around was Jack.

He may have been a bit startled but he has little siblings, he knows how to handle children.

Though he is quite worried about how nervous Rozeline is… she never lets go of his hand and even hides from the other students behind him. She doesn't seem to like crowds and it makes one wonder what happened to her to make her like this? He just carries her towards Divus's office to get the problem sorted right away.

Vidya

It was during her visits to Scarabia that she ended up getting hit with a stray magic beam and she was turned into a toddler. The students who were sparring went pale because they hit a royal who happens to be friends with Kalim.

Speaking of which, Kalim just happens to witness this incident and immediately runs over to pick up a tiny Vidya into his arms. Then Jamil runs into this scenario and is told of what happened, now he has to make sure Kalim didn't get her hurt from giving her a piggyback ride.

Vidya as a child is no different from her older self, she has proper manners and Kalim gets flustered when Vidya calls out on decisions that could lead to disasters. She sticks to Jamil a lot though, mostly supervising the magic training of the students.

Her mature temperament just made them realize how she molded herself to be a perfect ruler at an early age which made Kalim feel bad since he thought Vidya smiling at parties meant she had a carefree childhood. Jamil is reminded of how his childhood was like when he sees Vidya's attitude and habits. They try to coax her into acting more childish, even for a little bit.

Jinlong

Jinlong was toddlerized after one of the Savannaclaw students were having an argument and they struck each other with magic, only problem was that the magic hit Jinlong.

Now she was a kid in the middle of a dorm filled with beasts, most of them didn't bother with the kid and went to go tell Ruggie about it. But the ones who do bother her are met with a shocking surprise kick. Jinlong studied under an outcast master in secret, she was put through a tough training regimen.

Jack who witnessed the event along with Ruggie, was shocked and amazed. Ruggie goes to inform professor Divus. Jack follows Jinlong to make sure she doesn't get lost but she's just standing there wanting to try out a training dummy.

But being a child with the mentality brought up in her hometown she isn't comfortable around the male students.

Until Jack takes her somewhere isolated and prepares a dummy for her that she starts to lose her nervousness and get hyped up.

Elu

It happens during the time she was sparring against Leona during the DCA festival. Both were close to hitting each other when a puff of purple smoke hit Elu and Leona was thrown off balance when he didn't hit anything solid.

When the smoke dispersed he saw Elu but smaller and younger. Turns out that smoke was a miss from one of the game booths. She was still feisty as a cub, so seeing this big lion man made her raise her paws and starts to hit him.

Her punches weren't that strong and it felt like he was getting a massage. He found this amusing and just continued to tease the poor cub, by holding her back with his tail, and when she tries to do any semblance of damage he just sits there with a smirk.

The entire image is just so amusing to everyone that the girls from Sagamore weren't mad at Leona, it just looks like typical siblings being siblings situation.

Perrine

Perrine wanted to try out Allison's recipe for mystery cookies then she contacted Trey if he wanted to taste test it with her.

Allison mentioned that the effects vary but none that is harmful to the person, it’s a recipe full of whimsy so it makes sense. When they both ate a cookie, a puff of purple smoke and Trey had four-leaf clovers growing out of his head which made him chuckle a bit but when he looked to Perrine he nearly had his glasses knocked off from surprise.

She was a toddler now! Luckily for Trey he was skilled with handling kids because of his younger siblings.

Perrine was adorably diligent, while waiting for the effects to wear off she would always be behind Trey ready to assist.

While he was on rose painting duty she was already putting newspaper around the bush to make sure the grass didn't get paint.

And when he was cooking, she was zooming about the kitchen handing him the ingredients he needed. It was endearing for him and it was almost a shame that it was only for a moment, he's going to miss his little assistant for a while.

Sophie

Sophie was given the role of a tour guide for the first-year squad, and they stopped by the Futterwacken tea party to try out some of the mystery cookies.

After consuming the cookies, Ace had sparkling eyes, Deuce could see in grayscale, Jack's wolf-like features turned into a poodle's with the ears and the fluffy hair, Epel had a deep voice which he thought was manly, and Sebek was speaking in gibberish.

Sophie was turned into a toddler and the first-year squad is in a panic to who has to make sure she's turned back. It's a hilarious scenario but the Futterwacken students have seen their fair share of oddities so they shrug and walk off.

It didn't help that Sophie was curious about everything, she starts crawling about and climbing around. It was chaotic until they handed her over to Sebek, she started to put her hands in his mouth curious about his fangs, and Sebek just speaking nonsense but still held onto Sophie.

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