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Weaving the Loom

About Valkyrie:

Name: Valkyrie
Age: Toddler
Likes: Noisy things, soft things, things that don't require vision to enjoy
Dislikes: Quiet alone time, cold
Hobbies:

Personality:

Good Points-
Flaws-

Overview- Unknown

Internal- Unknown

Interactions- Unknown

Friendships- Unknown

Motivations- Unknown

Appearance:
Hair- Somewhere between light brown and dark blond. xD

Eyes- Bliiiind

Body-

Other-

History:


Unknown

Moulding the Clay

Kahlua--

Psyrin--

Cutting the Thread

1) Only [DG] is allowed to post in this journal other than myself
2) Feel free to PM me for a playdate if you have a Tison yourself.
3) Please use intelligence and check the drama at the door
4) No, you may not have Valkyrie. You may not have her eventual children either. You may not 'hook up' with her-- this sort of thing requires rp and compatible personalities, etc etc, not just a decision by the owners.

Tipping the Hourglass

Relic
Baby
Toddler

Watching the Stars

Toddler to Child
*3 weeks OOC time(semi-manditory) [x]
*3 playdates(semi-manditory) [x][x][]
*5 journal entries(or substitutes for them) [x][x][x][][]
*Completed Growth Quest []

The Flutter of Wings

He was in bed, though not asleep. He'd been sharpening a knife for a few minutes now, and it was starting to shape up. Still, it'd be at least another half an hour before he got it where he wanted it.

One dim light-- more a booklight than a lamp-- was the only thing that kept the room from being pitch black, but that was all he needed. It was pretty quiet, too. His dog, Worf, had fallen asleep at the foot of the bed, and was breathing heavily. He seemed to be chasing something in his sleep, though, because every so often his foot would twitch.

There were the usual sounds of the night outside, of course. The crickets chirping in the darkness, a few birds making their last calls before falling asleep (or whatever it was birds did all night) for the night.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound like the fluttering of wings and he set the knife down as Worf woke suddenly, his ears pricked. The dog growled softly, getting to his feet and padding to the door to wait for Fade to get off the bed and open it.

The man slowly got out of bed, still listening. He didn't really hear anything else. Still, it'd be better to check-- and Worf was rarely wrong about things like this. He heard a lot better than Fade did, and he'd know if something was there.

Opening the door, he moved through the rest of the tiny apartment. It wasn't much-- a kitchen with a small dining inlet, a living room, a bathroom, and two bedrooms. The second one he used mainly for housing his weapon collection and other hobbies, but still it seemed empty. But that was all he really needed. He was an efficient sort of man, and he didn't do much outside of his work.

The door was locked, though not bolted the way one might expect with someone as concerned about safety as Fade was. Really, though, he felt safe enough with the dog and his gun-- he didn't need a million locks. If someone got through the door lock, he could easily take care of the problem.

He unlocked it slowly, Worf at his heels. The dog's hackles were low-- it couldn't be anything too threatening if there was something out there-- but his face was intent, guarded. As the door opened, the dog sat, waiting. He knew better than to rush out. Fade looked around, spotting nothing until a low whine from Worf made him look down. There, on the doorstep, was a small child.

Fade looked around. What sort of person would go into an apartment and leave a child at the doorstep of one of the top floors? If someone was in a hurry to leave a child, one would think they'd leave it on a bottom level within quick reach, rather than climbing a couple flights of stairs. Perhaps, then, the child was left intentionally at -his- doorstep?

This must mean that whoever had left it knew who he was. It wasn't terribly unlikely that some woman would like the idea of a man such as himself protecting their little one, but he didn't know anything about taking care of children, and he didn't know any women who might have been likely to leave one for him.

The little one started to sniffle-- and he had a feeling this meant she'd soon be screaming loudly enough for the whole world to hear-- but Worf sniffed her derisively for a moment, and she giggled as his fur touched her skin. Fade moved to pick the child up and realized that her eyes weren't following him at all. He was pretty sure that even infants had the ability to follow someone with their eyes.

In fact, there was something odd about her eyes altogether, though he couldn't quite place it. Perhaps it was the way they didn't seem to move at all but just kept staring straight forward? Either way, he took the child into his arms and she sighed softly, snuggling to his chest. He'd have to see about finding her family later on-- for now, she obviously needed to get in somewhere safe.

Quietly, the man motioned Worf to come back into the apartment and locked the door. The girl was already falling asleep-- or at least her eyes were drooping, as though she sensed she was safe here-- and he took her to his room, setting her on the bed to sleep. He was sure he'd have to get a crib for her, but he didn't have one just now, and he figured as long as he made sure she didn't fall off the bed, she'd do well enough there for now.

As the girl drifted off to sleep, he set about sharpening the knife again and contemplated his next course of action.

Drinking in Destiny

Val and Fade meet Bailey and Kahlua