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"Bee~!" Rhiannon screammed at the top of her bitty lungs,"ERIE!" she added a bit later with more gusto. Apparently she took a deep breath.

"What?" Bridget squawked unhappily, "You didn't find the corned beef I asked for, did you?" The short ram-horned woman wrenched the iron bound door open. There was no light from which she could see and her heart flipped a moment before telling herself that the basment was warded, and no supernatural creature could get in there; hell, not even a natural spider or bug should be down there except humans when the small family rarely ventured.

Eric popped his head beside the older woman and the door frame and sniffed a deep breath or two of the musty smell. For whatever reason the woman clonked the boy ontop of the head with a tiny fist.

"Frickken wierdo, c'mon, E lets go see what Ree wants..." She pursed her lips speculatively.

There was a loud crash and the two of them rattled down the rickety stairwell and into the dimly lit basement. A giant rat scurried out of the way. So that was what Rhiannon was worried about!

Well actually no it wasn't. "Bee, Erie over here I found something in the barrel."

"Forget that Rhia, there's a giant rat down here," Eric replied in the twin-ese language that the identical twins only seemed to share. Green eyes widened and a hand flew to her own skirts while the other pair of green glinted mischeviously in the glimfyre. Before Bee could reiterate in plain english the giant rat had dissapeared into the gloom.

"Get out, I need to re-ward the basement! Something's been tampered with," Bee's normally soft voice grated with brimstone and fire.

"Get the newt in the bat eye barrel Erie, I don't want to touch it," Rhiannon whispered in fright as Bridget strode over towards a side of the room to get the broom.

"Cool. Lets put it on Bee's plate when she gets back. It's her fault she made us cook and of course we can't do it good."

Backdated - Oct. 31 2008; 11:27 PM
Mood: Tired
Music: Fleeting Esctacy - chthonic
Weather: Cold!

Title: What the Hell?

Gods I'm so tired. Sucks. I had to call in work, because I was taking care of this miraculous child that was born from fire. On my bed. No, a flaming gout didn't shoot out from my !?#%y. The fire didn't touch or spread anywhere else thankfully, (Also It went out at somepoint while we were getting the water...) but I've got a nice smoky and crispy spot on the bed now. Perhaps it was my fault for tinkering with magic again. That fire was magic fire... I don't know where this thing came from but it's as intelligent as a toddler new to the world. Hell, the little blue freak can run and walk right away. I needed to name the ... newt boy. I just happened to pluck a name from the sky - Balamb.

Why not? I think it's used in a game as a name anyway. The siblings are in over their heels about him. Can we keep him? Neeer... Well you were keeping the newt back when he was still a newt the gods damnit. But he was NOT going to be called Greg. Luckily I made the connection of Greg being partially what Balamb is, and Rhia and Eric didn't figure it out yet. (They're still trying to find 'Greg'.)

But, really - I just don't know what happened. Maybe the stupid thing had got into one of my magical potions? I better scrap everything before something else gets in down there and I magically produce another child. Work is never done.

I don't want a or any stupid Child/Social worker people swooping down so I guess I better take care of him. I need another job as well. I'm still going to blame the twins. I think it's somehow partially their fault. Always bringing animals home and such. Freaking daemon thing...

"Balamb..." Bridget mumbled, "Don't breathe in my face so hard." The breathing continued. Balamb merely watched the Winiko continue and slowly stick her tongue out from his relaxed point of view. Carnivale looked out to the side where the little toddler was rocking back and forth, and grinned as well as she could with her mouth hanging open. She flicked her tongue back and forth and gurggled surprisingly like the little newt boy.

His eyes widened. She sounded like him! How'd she do that? She smiled again when he stared. She started to drip the accumulated drool on Bridget's face.

"Baaaalaaaamm," Bridget groaned and started to move her arms to wipe off the drool but they were stuck to her sides. Carnivale had sat on them, preventing from movement. "Gerrof, you know b'er than do this...," The wet dripping continued and guardian contined to struggle. Bridget's eyes popped open to see Balamb in a basket watching wide eyed. To take in the scene before her, her sleepy mind blinked slowly several times with her face automatically forming her morning-frown face. Balamb mimicked her. It was cute, or would have been if the drool from Carnivale didn't marr the moment.

Drip, drip, drip.

Bridget's head turned to meet the impossibly widened mouth of the Winiko. "Haaah," Carnivale breathed heavily one last time.

"Eww?!" Carnivale jumped off with her maddening giggles and streaked down the hallway. Balamb started to giggle too, weather or not he actually found it funny was a mystery to Bridget, however she waggled a finger at him now that her arms were free.

"Not funny, Blue-dude!"
"Boo-Doo, Me!" Balamb, replied joyously.
"Yup," came her tired reply as she swept the drool off her face with a piece of blanket, "What are you sitting in?"

Her little blue freak looked around his contraption. It was a car! He was imagining that he was driving in it. "Cah - Brrrrroomm, Brrrroomm!"

"No it isn't," She quickly amended what she said when his face fell, "Well I mean, it's so shiny I really couldn't tell! Where did it come from?" Snapped on grin on his face and a shrug. He was playing with a piece of paper, using it for a wheel. There was writing on the back of it. She tried to read it but he'd whip it around so fast that she couldn't.

"Balamb?" Bridget asked tentively after a minute or two of Balamb's driving, "Can I see the... uh wheel for a second?"

Balamb looked surprised for a moment and looked down. Yup, wheel. Check. "Ho'tay," He handed it over. "Ahhhhh, I go BOOM nao!"

"BOOM, BOOM-BOOM, BOOM! Waaahhh!" He made great motions of flopping over. The basket tipped with him.

"Owww, Bah, Bah-bah!" Bridget ignored him as she tried to read the slip. It looked like a five year old wrote it. Her name was still being called in baby-speech. Balamb had been graduating as of late, with many sessions to teach him to speak properly, but every once in a while when he was shy, or other exreame emotion he'd revert. So in order to break him of the habit she decieded the best way was to ignore him until he said it right. So far it wasn't working well.

He took a deep breath, "M-Maaaaamaaaa?!" He started to wail. She looked out to the wall without even seeing it and sighed. Then her brain went 'Click!'. Did... he just call me Mama? 'Click!' The Mom switch was on.

Bridget swooped down and lifted the wailing boy and crawled back into bed and warmth, and coo'd him to quietness.

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Backdated - ((Time Pending.))
Mood: Tired
Music: Intro Movie: Seasons of War - World of Warcraft OST
Weather: Cold!

Title: Well .... That went well.

The party was quiet and reserved. It was very nice, something completely different from the Summer event that was happening before. One that I think rather not fondly of since I had eaten a lot of pie. Heck, it was a pie eating contest. I met a few people, a new rabbit like raevan, but Balamb didn't enjoy the half-formed people. He warmed right up to Miss G. though. She was nice. Definetly want to talk to her again. We did trade information.

Well, despite the little shy guy's attempts to get lost in the store, things went more smoothly. I got him the little walrus that he had seen on tv. He wanted the big one but I would NEVER let him drag that thing around, which was exactly what he was going to be doing with his little walrus. He calls him Mister Walrus - of course he is still learning sounds still but its cute. I suppose, I'm not half bad taking care of him. Well. Rhiannon and Eric (Not so much Eric) had potty trained him as I was working more shifts at my waitressing joint. I need more money if I'm going to keep FOUR alfloat. (Well Five but I hardly count Carnivale, she gets her 'food' elsewhere. I've actually never seen that thing eat either now that I think about it.)

Balamb watched silently as they were all at the store again, Balamb clinging on Bridget and his plushie which was partially stuffed in his mouth.

"What are we gonna git fer this Aaron person?" Eric complained.

"Dunno yet. That's why we're at the store, dummy," Bridget accomponied the word dummy with a soft clunk to Eric's head with a free hand.

"Oww..."

"Baby."

"Hmnn?" Balamb pipped up once he heard 'baby'.

"Not you blue dude, its alright," Bridget replied to soothe him. Balamb didn't like being in stores. He was always a scardy cat of crowds. Or was it wide open spaces? Maybe it was just new things in general. She remembered it was never this scary as a kid.

"How 'bout a puzzle?" Rhiannon pipped up. They all looked at her since she was completely silent the car ride up to the mall and nearly all day too, Balamb included in the staring at her while sucking away at Mister Walrus's top hat.

So the troope went off to little toy shops looking at the puzzles but none of them could agree on one, excluding Balamb who was silent during the event and therefore had no vote. It was getting close to closing time when They saw the tall one. The giant puzzle. The pieces weren't too small and it was cool because you were building up instead of on the floor primarily. It was the Empire State Building in one and a half foot, three dee glory. The picture showed a square street base to mount the finished puzzle for permanent view. Perfect. Now Balamb had to add something as technically it was his basket.

"How about you give a plushie like Mister Walrus?" Bridget asked brightly, the idea had struck right on her forehead.

"No! My love Meester Warus," Balamb cried and flailed.

"No I don't mean give your plushie up." Bridget replied.

"No. I don't wanna." He burried himself into Bridget's shoulder under her jacket.

Eric and Rhiannon both looked at each other and nodded. The scooted to the plushie isle while Bridget stood in line to pay for the puzzle and whatever they could find. Balamb began to panic since they were surrounded by people. "Its ok, shhhh, we'll be home soon." Bridget tried to calm him down. The two siblings came back bearing three plushes. A tiger, a seal, and a wolf.

"Oh, no, no, no, you take two of those back right now." Bridget admonished as they got closer. Balamb had begun to cry loudly again and she turned her attention to him. He had started to produce this milky substance again. It had happened before and it was hard to clean up after it had dried. They needed to move quickly if they weren't going to throw another pair of clothes out. The cashier looked at the long line behind her and then the screaming, flailing and drippy kid. He scanned everything quick as a wink before Bridget could turn back to tell him only one plushie. Ugh! She paid for everything and made Rhiannon and Eric carry the two bags.

"You're brining everything in and putting them away, got it? You put the puzzle and one plushie in there. Then you put the candy and cookies in." She lectured them at length in the car once all was silent about the spirit of giving and that it was a time that you didn't think for your self but a time to give each other what they each wanted. The rest of the night was quiet. Rhiannon and Eric were put to bed without desert of cookies and milk. And after he was cleaned up, Balamb was left playing by the basket.

He was thinking hard. His brain so young that it was sometimes difficult to grasp things. But the lecture in the car spoke of something deep inside him. Something about giving. It was a magical thing perhaps? Balamb realized dimly that he didn't have much to give that was his. Just his plushie and he dearly loved Mister Walrus. But perhaps... that was the point? He took a long last look at his beloved and a kiss on the cheek before stuffnig him haphazzardly into the decorated basket. He smiled. Yeah, there was something clearly magical about giving.

"Bed time Balamb," Bridget called over, "C'mon." Balamb blinked his eyes away from the gaze he had locked onto the basket with, then bumbled his way up to totter over to take Bridget's hand for bed, it was such a tiring day and one he didn't want to experiance too soon again. But... The basket was complete.

It had disappeared by the time they all had awoke in the morning, just as it had mysteriously appeared before hand.

A basket arrives just a few days short of Christmas, in the same manner as the basket that had originally arrived with the request to be filled. Many goodies are inside!



Happy holidays!

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Jan. 2, 2009, 7:00pm
Mood: Irratible
Music: Fake It - Seether
Weather: Too dark to see! Cold.

Title: Heells yes. And also, no.

Totally rang in the new year right. On December 31 I started drinking a 5 pm. Didn't stop until 4 in the morning. Hell, I don't even remember half of it. In fact I really can't be sure if I did stop at 4 in the morning! I got home an hit the sack, everything was in order and it was perfect! I just had the hang over of a lifetime the following day. I'm much better today though.

Ok, really that didn't happen as hunky-dory as I said. I don't know what sparked it, but I had gotten angry at Rhiannon and Eric. I said some things that I shouldn't have said. Bad things. Balamb heard them and started to cry. Its their fault though! I just know it. I just should have been coherent and well, better mannered.

I had started to drink around three. Little malts, ya know? Like Smernoff, and Mike's... Must have had a case of em. ... Maybe a few extra. But they had either said something or were doing something that I know that they know that it bugs me and I blew up. I'm not usually a horrid drunk. I'm touch the three bases usually. Happy, to Giggly, to Crying for no reason.

But I drove, and drove, and drove. I hit it out by the bayside. Port Gambino. I walked the boardwalk and hit up several bars. I got to the last one that was still open I think I was bleary at 10 o'clock and most places took one look at me and tossed me. Or I couldn't get into the door. But I found a seedy one. I guess it was rough and tumble for there was a rackus bunch singing inside. They were different. I fit right in once I relaxed my grip on the magic I held tightly that night. Hell, I can't remember if I had a hold of my rampant vestiges as soon as I got three sheets to the wind. Maybe that's why I was kicked out of so many respectable bars. I looked like a freak.

I bound the Void Before the Altar. Also known when he was human - Amon. He's got one of the coolest manifestations I have ever experianced. I just wish he wasn't so surly and irratable. But Amon wouldn't be Amon if he wasn't. When I have him bound, I grow ram horns from my head and my eyes change - Demon eyes that can see in the dark. Of course his irritability is also influenced upon me so I suppose Amon was part of the problem... And yet I also bound Andras, the Gray Knight. He is a listless fellow, prone to tire easily. I figure it would offset the irritability. I guess not. Since I had him bound I grew small grey wings from my back. They're utterly useless for flight though. I hid them and I ended up looking like a hunchback I guess. They lent me their abilities if I needed them though. But I can't remember if I used them.

Maybe Amon's. You see... It gets a little embarrassing and downright well something I don't do. The place was rowdy and fun. They didn't care what I looked like - I think I lost my cloak so everyone could see my wings and I suppose with the horns they might have... thought... Well there's one person who didn't actually get a good night with a succubus. I woke up blearily at 5 in the morning still giddy from all the alcohol and I saw the scortch marks on the wall, and an empty bed but touseled bed next to me.

I have yet to get one of those uh... do it your self tests to figure out if your pregnant. I shouldn't be though. I'm sure. I also guess I need to face the music too. I'll need to sit everyone down tonight and talk to them. I'm sure they took good care of Balamb while I was away. They can use the microwave.

She was up since well before the crack of dawn.

Ting. Ting. Ting. Clitter-clatter.

The sun rose ponderously over the mountain range that could be seen from ther home on the outskirts of Durem.

Ting. Ting. Ting. Clunk. Rattle-rattle-rattle!

The deck was bathed with the light and it cast a regal silloette against the finished product that Bridget was up so long working for. It was February 1. Her birthday. Twenty three years old. And she was still single. She wiped the sweat from her brow with a rolled up sleeve fron her left arm, thinking dejectedly about it. Her eyes looked distant despite them focused upon the partially finished overly large figurine. It was more of a small statue than anything, perfect for that shelf of one of those glass storage cabinets.

The thumb of her hand brushed against the creature's cheek - the wood elf's features so stern and yet something twinkled roguishly in his eyes and the set of his lips. Lync was always like that.

She put her memories away, and brought her thoughts to the present and looked outward to the rest of the day; the statue would be there when she got back to it after all. It was a new day like every other day, so quoting her theripist, and because it was her birthday, it was a good time to treat herself and everyone to their favorites. Nothing but fruits for Balamb and perhaps ice cream for desert later on, and Eric and Rhiannon could get macaroni and cheese all they want for lunch. First, though, it was time for chocolate chip pancakes, bacon, eggs and hashbrowns and whatever else for breakfast.

"We're goin' to IHOP." Bridget announced emphatically.