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Oh no! Marcus has been practicing with his magic again, and we all know how bad an idea that is.

Unfortunately, his most recent spell went a little more haywire than usual, and the poor boy finds himself in a room full of children, ranging from toddlers up to ten year olds. Some very familiar children.

"...Oh my."

(Anyone who wants to play is welcome! XD Marcus turned the other Domers into children temporarily, but those immune to magic are welcome to help him take care of the more rambunctious little ones!
Powers and memories are all intact, everyone is just physically younger, and has the motivations of a child.)
Notes: This thread MAY be updated with art of Domers as children periodically. No requests, please.

Marcus cringes, "I would tell you to watch your language, but if you remember any of this when I find a way to turn you back, you might flay me."
Plucking the little demon out of the air as gently as he can manage while she is flailing and trying to bite him, Marcus tries to figure out if it would be better to just let her fly, "Here, I will find, ah... snacks! Yes, I will find snacks, so you will be less upset now, ja?"

"Your hair looks pretty when it's dark." came a small voice from a corner, delicately accented and higher in pitch.

"It hasn't been this shade in a millennia." the sorcerer said quietly, examining himself in a recently conjured mirror. "Thank God I haven't regressed as far as the others."

"It's because you're so olllld in the first place." Emma commented with a giggle.

"You're a hundred and fifty years younger, my dear. That's not a huge difference."

"You're cuuuuute."

"So are you."

"I can help, Marcus!" Emma cried, bounding over and helping to organize the pantry, her tiny hands darting between the pantry and the packs.

After discovering that his wedding ring was now far too loose for his finger and thusly tucking it in his pocket, Hrothbert had surrounded himself with a mountain of books, flipping through them in an attempt to find a countercurse.

"Enjoy it! You won't be young again!" Emma called.

"There's a child at home."

"...ah."

The elf-girl breathed a sigh of relief, letting Marcus pat her head in a way that would have lost him the hand had she been older. "Thanks for telling me." she said quietly, now looking around for a sign of David or her daughter.

There was nothing from Hrothbert but the occasional turned page or sigh of spiritual discontent.

A eight year old Alex blinked as he stood there. His first thought was how did he get here in the first place. His second thought was why was he so tiny. He stared at the only visible adult in the room and frowned. He then shrugged and went to go find something shiny and technological in nature to play with.

((Hmmm a regressed Brian is tempting but far more likely that he'll just start burning things and if the power levels aren't significantly decreased he'll be able to burn a lot of things... ._. ))

Marcus eyes the child skittishly, wary of children to begin with, but is Marcus can recognize anything... it would be a child likely to set the room on fire.
Or cause something to explode.
Slipping the snacks onto tiny paper plates, he starts to hand them out,
"Here you go. How about I find you an old computer to play with?"
And by play with he means take apart.

"Oh dear! Helios, Lily?" He turns, distracted once again, "How did you two end up in my mess too? Scheisse..."

Emma finished helping Marcus, but did not immediately retreat to her husband. She tugged gently on the mage's sleeve to get his attention.

"What exactly did you do to get us into this mess?"

Winifred? Winnie, are you coming?