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 Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 10:44 am
Backdated to be May 30
It had been almost a month since Quilt ran into the blonde Rusty and the violent, hook-limbed infant Hoss. The pale-haired man had all but forgotten about their encounter so had the notion of becoming a 'father' the way his own 'mother' became a parent. Not that he wanted to be one, at least not the way his 'mother' would come to explain how a couple normally became one.
That conversation had not been very pleasant and it was something Quilt did not wish to recall even for a brief moment. While he may not like hugs and kisses and affectionate touches, it didn't mean he had a high tolerance for the awkward. That was his eccentric 'brother' Sim's forte but that was neither here nor there.
Once again, Quilt was outside, though not on behalf of anyone. He was taking a brisk walk in the empty fields near the outskirts of Barton to cool down from the sparring session between his 'Uncle' and 'brother.' Why the terms he used to refer to the members of his family required quotation marks, Quilt couldn't say. It just didn't feel natural nor right if he referred to them without it.
He cleared his mind of any further thoughts, focusing instead on the rhythm of his steps, the speed of his pace. In fact, so intent he was that he nearly missed the sight of an incoming projectile. Nearly.
There came a loud blast as what appeared to be a pod-shaped craft crashed in the distance and minor tremors quaked the ground. Quilt was stunned by what just occured. For all of two seconds before he dashed towards the smoking wreck.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 8:46 pm
Rusty perked up at the sound. He remembered it... The blonde looked down at his grumpy baby. Yes, he remembered that sound well...
"Well, thould go thee." Rusty sighed, starting off towards where he'd heard the crash from. Hoss brumbled and went back down into his backpack. Sleepy.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 7:15 am
The impression the pod had made on the ground was no deep crater but it was certainly noticable. Smoke wafted from the craft, the heat of entering the atmosphere had charred the base. A dark, almost opaque sheen tinted the bubble of a window, limiting sight of the form in the vehicle. He was curious, most certainly, but he was also cautious as there was the potential for the passenger to be a scout sent by a derange horde of creatures.
When he spied a familiar mop of blonde hair approaching in the distance, the patch-skinned man realized the pod's passenger could very well be an infant. And so he hops down the depression in the ground, the way one would from the last step on a flight of stairs.
Of course having no experience or exposure to anything extra terrestrial, Quilt isn't certain how to open the pod to retrieve the criminal inside. And so he waves to Rusty, hoping the other man wouldn't mind showing him how to work this complicated contraption.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 10:56 am
Rusty gave the man a little smile as he came up to the pod. Yup, it looked like the one Hoss had landed in.
"When Hoth landed-" Rusty said softly, looking at the pod. "It opened, and he wath inthide." He shifted his backpack and looked at the pod. "Maybe it'll open...?"
"And it'th nithe to thee you again, Quilt." Such a sweet smile.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 11:02 am
"It's nice to see you again." Quilt nods, "I see your child's not giving you any trouble today." he gestures to the drowsy infant.
Prompted by Rusty's narration of Hoss' arrival, Quilt taps at the pod. Perhaps there was a button on this thing somewhere? The sound echoes inside the craft's chamber and a faint hiss emenates as the bubble rises to reveal the passenger within.
Magda yawned, completely refreshed from the long journey she had taken. Her eyes blink at the halo of light surrounding the figures looking into her ride. Her hand rises to rub at her bat wings and finds they are missing and eventually she notices that her skin was pale. Not to mention her arm was short. And stubby.
Brows furrow in confusion as she attempts to rise, only to find large, strong arms picking her up (albeit a bit roughly the way one inexperienced in carrying something so small and delicate as an infant would). She opens her mouth to protest, to demand what was going on.
Rather than angry eloquence, from her mouth pours out infantile babble. "Nmaa uoin!" She squeaks, completely bewildered as she scans her surroundings before realizing the kicking legs dangling beneath her were her own. What is going on!? her mind races, gray eyes turning towards the blonde individual.
Quilt feels the infant stiffen in his grasp, he senses her confusion and fear. And he smiles in delight and relief, No desire for cuddling or hugging, thank you so much.
Peering into the pod he spies a dossier and bends to pull it out. Only to find a dismembered hand was clutching the folder on the other end. He drops the offending object in shock, mis-matched eyes taking stock of the fact the appendage was scuttling about the ground before stopping tentatively in front of Rusty.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 8:40 pm
Rusty looked down at the hand with large eyes. Oh dear. Oh my-
"Um...." He leaned down carefully to look at the hand. Was it some sort of intergalactic space crab that just looked like a hand? "Doeth... Doeth the baby have both handth?" He asked. Hoss stirred in his backpack, most likely due to the jostling that Rusty gave as he leaned down. Ehn.
The blonde gently extended his hand towards the hand. Hi there, hand! He wasn't gonna hurt you!
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 5:59 am
Quilt looks down at the infant in his arms and spots a mere stump where her left hand should be. "She's missing one," he answers, dumbly. Well how is one supposed to react at a moving dismembered appendage?
Magda's gaze followed the large man's and her gray eyes widened. She could feel the ground, the earth on the pads of her fingers and on her palm, even if she couldn't see them. She raises her arms, and the hand on the ground seemingly leaps up to land on the blonde's head should he allow it.
Else it would just hover in mid-air, as if attached to a phantom limb.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 10:42 pm
Rusty did allow the hand to land, eyes crossing as he tried to look up at it. Oh, dear. That wasn't very normal, even for Gaia. Very slowly, like one trying to grab a rabbit, he moved his hands up to grab at the hand.
"C'mere..."
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 2:41 am
A curious grin spreads across Magda's face at the sensation of hair against her skin. She wondered what else could she do? The appendage skittered off, or rather it fell off Rusty's head, disappearing behind him to land on something. Someone? Magda couldn't quite see back there.
"She certainly seems... handy." Quilt's attempt at diffusing the strange situation with humor. Clearly it is not his forte. Instead he moves towards Rusty to help in catching the elusive hand.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 4:36 pm
Hoss woke with a start, flailing angrily. WHAT THE HELL. "NYAAAAH-" Angry, angry little man.
"Oh-" Rusty whimpered, cringing at the angry noises the babe made. "It'th okay, Hoth, jutht calm down..." Where was that hand going?
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 8:02 am
Magda's hand seemed to jump about in surprise as she tried to figure out who or what it was her appendage was skittering over. Chubby, infant fingers felt something odd, something curved.
Quilt's mismatched eyes widened in concern. Even if Rusty had taken precautionary measures with Hoss' hooks, he wasn't certain what the infant in his arms was capable of.
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