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 Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 8:20 pm
If there was one word that could be used to describe Rusty, it was good. Smart was not. Because he didn't seem to care about the hooks as he reached in to take the baby out after Archie made no move to.
Large purple eyes opened slowly, looking up at Rusty. Hmmm. Nice eyes, good hair. He looked quite innocent as well. No visible markings... Jasper would put the worth of this boy at perhaps two to three thousand silver.
Funny, how that was the first thing to go across her mind. She shifted slightly, catching sight of...
... What. What the hell. Was that.
And the infant who had once been Jasper F'taas started to screech, flailing madly. One of the hooks sunk into Rusty's arm, making the young man take in a quick breath. Ouch!
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 8:29 am
Archie winced in sympathy. Not that he had ever experienced a hook to the arm, but it certainly looked painful. He was less understanding when the purplish baby suddenly began to pitch a fit. He was used to freshly-landed criminals breaking down, but this screech-fest seemed to be directly related to Archie's presence itself. None of them had ever done that before.
"What's wrong with him?" he asked, as if Rusty would somehow know the internal feelings of a child he had just met. He inched around the pair, looking in the pod for something to wrap those hooks in for the time being.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 9:15 pm
Rusty was attempting to shush the baby, and only getting hit more because of it. The angry infant continued to screech and flail.
And then silence. The large purple eyes regarded Archie for a moment, assessing him. After a bit, the baby's lip curled up. Feh. You, Archie, did not weigh highly in Jasper's book. Some kind of offworlder.
It was at this brief moment of calm that Jasper noticed, well... The fact that her hands were no longer hands. And that her skin was purple. And there was an extra little bit of anatomy-
The screams started anew.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 9:52 pm
"Here," Archie said, having used the moment of silence to actually think of a temporary solution to the hook problem. He pulled off his lightweight jacket, checked to make sure his keys and money weren't still in the pockets, and held it out to Rusty. He had the luxury of being able to afford another coat nowadays. "To wrap your hands and arms up some more." He looked at the baby, eyes lidded slightly with irritation. "So, it was nice to meet you both..." he began. If things went according to how he imagined, he would make it all the way home without a single question as to what the baby was or how Archie had been so sure there wouldn't be a 60-foot killing machine inside the pod. As for the mess, there were people who could be called to clean up these strange pod landings. Archie had met them. They were nice. But really, how likely was it that Rusty wouldn't have questions?
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 5:56 pm
Rusty worked carefully, swaddling the screeching baby. By the time Jasper realized that he was wrapped up, it was too late. Harumph. The blonde boy blinked after Archie, tipping his head slightly.
"Tho, he'th mine to take care of, then?" Rusty had heard of such random things. He didn't seem to be against it, even though the baby he was trapped with was quite... Angry.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 7:41 am
Archie stopped inching away. How to answer that? True, Archie himself could take the child, try to find a home for him, but... he didn't want to. The feeling of indifference was a surprise, but there it was. "If you want?" he said. "It might make the doctor happy." He leaned over into the little pod and pulled out a couple of official-looking papers. "Some more stuff for you," he said, handing them over.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 2:10 pm
And if there was one thing Rusty was, for sure, it was a pushover. The young man nodded, nibbling his lower lip, and accepted the papers.
"Okay." He said softly, shoving them into his back pocket. "Um... G'bye, then." He gently patted the baby on the bottom, earning another squall. He decided to let Archie worry about the space ship. The man obviously had experience with it.
Now was the time to worry about what he would need. Clothes. Food. Baby things.
The baby got one hand free and stabbed him, screeching. Rusty winced and added 'Duct Tape' to his mental list.
"Jutht thettle down there, Hoth."
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