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 Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 8:19 pm
"Dont ******** her up."
That's all they had said. A child was thrust into her arms and into her life, Rapier had been informed that she was now a parent (she was the LESBIAN sister DAMNIT) of a child that belonged to 'D-Corp'. Didn't like it? They knew her past and how she got enough money to live the way she did.
She wasn't about to toss the kid out on the streets.
Rapier stared forelornly down at the sleeping gold-crest girl on her couch. She didn't HAVE a kid room. What was Jem going to say? Probably something stupid about Rapier being pregnant ********." She groaned, head tilting to rest on the girls hips. Cleo, she was told her name was, wriggled slightly before settling down with a murmur. At least she was a quiet child.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 8:20 pm
Dear Datebook,
I am now a mother. However, I am not pleased. They blackmailed me. Threatened me. I don't feel like having my past exposed here - it's nice here. Jem only recently found out.
So I took the child.
Her name is Cleo.
She screams like a banshee, runs around like a crazy woman. She insists on being called 'Squeaker' from All Dogs Go To Heaven - which I refuse to do, it's ridiculous - and I can hardly understand what she says half the time.
I don't know about YOU, Datebook, but, "Mawndunwangopahwk" does NOT translate to "Mother, I do not want to go to the park". Not in MY dictionary, thank you.
Jem at least adores her. Says she's 'A SQUISHYWOSHYKINS' or something equally ridiculous.
Swear to the goddess, Datebook, between the two I'm going to go crazy. WHY did they stick me with the hyperactive, sugar sweet little girl anyway?
Goddess.
I need to go get drunk now.
Bye, Datebook
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 8:21 pm
Summary: Earako and Cleo meet in a girlie-girl store. They bond, they squeal. Rapier and Micheal discuss. Earako explains a little about D-corp, promises to make Cleo a dress sometime in the future and they all go home happy.
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 1:02 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 1:54 am
A child is expected to know certian things at certian ages. In order to obtain rights to their Dragon(egg), they must prove they can meet these requirements. The following sheet is for your child to fill out, with mild help from their guardian, then sent back to D-corp. (PM ot the mule) Also any changes, even minor such as haircuts, should be reported to the D-corp to be logged and filed.
Thankyou,
Alan Rikery
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 9:53 am
 Hello, Mister Rikery. You sent us a letter about Cleo, informing me to send back any information I've aquired over her habits and hair cuts, etc... Here it is. Cleo is crazy. She likes to run around, shouting nonsense things, and then sit quietly with her dolls. She's especially fond of soft dolls - Barbies are met with disdainful looks. She's either looking disgustingly happy or beautifully clueless about things. Her hair hasn't grown too much, although it's still curlier then anything I've seen before. We've taken to tying the back portion of her hair up into two pigtails, letting the curly bangs still fluff around her face. It's just a little longer then before. Cleo loves socks. I don't know how to explain it. They always must be pulled up as high as they can go and be mismatching. Usually pink and yellow, or violet and yellow. She loves yellow. Her favorite color. I don't k now why you stuck me with such a crazy, girlie girl, but she loves her yellow. Most, if not all, of her dresses are yellow (and they must be short! She refuses long skirts/dresses) and most are very fluffy, with very little around the shoulders. A sample of the style will be linked below, but remember, the gray and pink simply don't do. It's just the closest style I was able to find. I hope that's enough intruding on our lives, thank you. Her worksheet is enclosed as well, as directed. Rapier Sample of Dress
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 10:36 pm
Journal.
She's growing. Why did these people give me a kid that would... grow? I don't understand it, journal, neither should you. We got her a new outfit. ... well, Jem did. I wouldn't let her run around in a skirt so short but now she won't wear anything else.
At least Cleo's starting to speak somewhat coherantly. Ugh. The last little while has been absolute vocal death. How the hells am I supposed to know what those things mean?
I've decided to put her into speech therapy. Or martial arts. Probably both. Because otherwise those kids at school are going to rip. Her. Apart.
...that's a really good idea, actually. Train her, give her some weapons, my little girl will be a weapon machine.
Ahahaha...
Just put myself in a very good mood.
-Rapier
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 8:45 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 8:46 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 9:17 am
((The spelling corrections were Rapier pointing out where she was wrong and making her spell it out. The handwriting is messy until the '...mam' part, where it becomes a good deal neater.))
T-UH.
T-UH.
mam says i hav to lurn l-e-a-r-n how to say it. T-UH. i dont lik it. makes me my mouth feel all weerd.
w-e-i-r-d?
we hav a tyvvvvvvie!! shes small and sweet and kut c-u-t-e. i lik her a LOT-UH. she lets me hug her and hold her even when im not being me when im playing.
i hav friends i gues. g-u-e-s-S. essa but i dont think she liks - l-i-k-e-s why is there an e? - likes me very much. but thats okay. i lik-E her cause shes pretty and difrent like tyvvie and evryone lik-E tyvie shuld - s-h-o-u-l-d - be lik-Ed. theres scaredy boy in the white but i havn't seen him since i was teeny tiny and had no
OH H OH
gotsa dragon! i did! its gold and PRETTY and matches and i cant WAIT till i get my drag-O-n. sgonna be so much fun and shinies!
...mam just left but i meant what i said about the dragon and tyvie and alt. my dragon is going to rock the house like auntie jem once said. not going to be a GRR dragon but...i dunno might be fun.
mams coming back. time to close you and smile.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 10:00 am
There she was, sitting there. Cleo had her legs folded under her - the only comfortably way to sit with her tail - and was kneeling on her floor. The small mirror in her hands was being studied with her eyes narrowed, nose dipping in to almost press against the glass.
A difference between now and then. She wasn't smiling now. No one would like that... And then she smiled brilliantly into the mirror and giggled.
That's what it was. The face and movement that had her mam not mad at her and the face that made Tyvie like her - because she was small and innocent and needed protecting. Of course Cleo was delicate; she had the lightness of birds in her bones and her wings, if tugged the wrong way, could send excruciating pain down her entire body.
But she wasn't giggly all the time. Most of the giggles were fake and the smiles were never anything for her to be proud about. But people thought they were real... It's how you got people to do things.
Tyven threatened and Mam would just stare at you to make you do things. Auntie Jem was a bizarre mixture of Threat and Silly. Cleo was none of those things. When you giggled, people thought you were just being silly and when you smiled people never thought you were serious. That way, when you asked for something in That Voice they wouldn't argue, especially if it was nothing out of the ordinary. You couldn't stay mad at someone who tugged at your heart strings.
It was how she lived and what she was practicing now. Sure, Altessa didn't like her for it but Tyven did. Cleo wasn't even sure if Tyven knew most of the giggles and smiles and stupidness were her just making sure people (most people anyway) liked her and were willing to do things for her later. Part of the little bird was afraid of Tyven knowing. She could stop liking her.
The goldcrest shivered at that thought and stuck her tongue out at her reflection. "Silly~" She giggled, little ear-fluffs giving twitches like she'd seen her mother do.
Her smile faded abruptly and the gldcrest twisted to hug her pillow close, face pressing into the smushiness. She heaved a sigh, shoulders hunching. "Dun like smiling so much..." Her mutter was lacking the giggly-ness of before, of always, and sounded much more like a normal child.
But when Rapier knocked at her door and called out, "What're you doing in there, Cleo?" she raised her head and glanced at the door. Her voice changed when speaking to her mother but the slightly grumbly face didn't differ at all.
"No'hin, mam~ Jus' lookin' a' s'me pic'ures inna book!" The squeal was there, the giggle, the smile of freaking sunshine. Rapier, satisfied, moved away from the door.
Cleos face thumped back into the pillow.
Getting people willing to do things for you without having to excert effort was EXHAUSTING.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 11:47 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 12:03 pm
Dear Journal,
I'm actually a little worried about Cleo. She's always a nice, well behaved little sugar-thing and she came home from.. well, abandoning me. I was sure she could take care of herself - I've been teaching her basic defensive moves - well... She's only a child.
And she came home with three gashes on her cheeks. They were crusted over and dark, so they'd been there for a while. When I cleaned them up, it looked as if someone had backhanded her with claws.
Who the ******** would hit a cute little girl that hard?! The skin area was bruised and swollen up - probably infected. Luckily, Tyven didn't see the open wounds; Cleo's now walking around with a bandage on her cheek and a bandaide on her nose.
Today, however, I start teaching her how to handle a weapon. ******** hand-to-hand combat. She can learn that by wrestling the giant ******** dragon when she gets it. I went and bought her a small dagger - and she's going to USE it. Or else.
At least we met another D-corp child who isn't... creepy. Tyven and that..bander. thing. Were fine and Dandy, but we've met a little singing penguin boy named Pablo. Cleos child-smitten by the 'cute chubby singing thing' but he's nice, as is his father. His poor father - I'm afraid I'm going to turn into him one day.
Too many children, no way to hurt them all suffeciantly, so I'll get nervous and akward.
But as I said, a nice man. I would not loathe coming into contact with him or his child (Children? He mentioned two others and one had the same sort of dragon Cleo will) again.
Cleo's asking for more clothes. She IS growing, although not as much as Tyven (Who SHED. Ugh.) and I suppose skirts that don't ride up her a** are a good thing to encourage. Shopping and then lesson. Sounds good to me.
Until then.
Rapier.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 12:06 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 10:37 pm
Tyven was at her class. Cleo was left alone at home, her mam inside. The goldcrest was on the front steps of her house in a pair of snug jeans with yellow glitter (she hated the coveringness!) and a yellow, long sleeved shirt with an angry-smiley face on it. Fun times, fun times!
She was humming and coloring on one of the papers she was given by her man, scratching out red into the parchment. It was fun to add color, even if she was alone and outside. Rapier, however, was dressed in a pair of pants herself. Muskateer style tight pants, high boots and a fitted top with a peasent-type lacing up the front to help keep her chest in order. There were daggers in her hands and there was a target on the wall while the body gaurd/slaver aimed and threw the two weapons.
Turner's own lace-up wrapping covered her left arm and hand, to keep the shadows in order, as she strode ahead of Ai'shern, who was quietly following in her footsteps, agreeably, almost. Turner was currently staying with Kanth, and his twin Altessa, which was something he really liked about the woman. Sciz had stayed far away from Kanth, and he'd barely seen his sister.
When they got to the right house [Turner had triple-checked the address, tired of her hand's tricks], Turner raised an eyebrow at the adorable girl sitting outside. The tan woman's dark blue eyes warmed, and she waved a hand.
"Your ma here, hun? I'm Turner, an aunt of yours... This is Ai'shern. I s'pose he'd be your cousin."
The boy adjusted his pink hat, almost tilting it at her. It wasn't yellow, but at least his eyes were a golden tone?
Cleo kind of stared at the woman for a long moment, her eyes then going to Ai'shern. The woman got another glance and the little boy got a wave before the goldcrest scrambled up, her socks sliding a little on the surface. "Lem'me ge' Mam, kay?"
Her voice was a chirrup even as she wrenched open the door and the sight of the dagger-weilding woman came into view. "MAM. You gots ano'er SIS'ER?! D's Aun'ie Jem know?! D's Aun'ie Dagge' know?!" The girl sounded utterly scandalized at this, her tail fluffing out. "AN' I gossa nother cousin! No' red tho."
"...Cleo, what the hell are you talking about?" Rapier frowned, pocketing her weapons and moving to her daughter... Oh. New people. Luckily, her wings were 'gone' that day, to cut down on the weird factor. It all clicked into place. "Are you here for Jem?"
"Ohthankthegoddess!"
Turner grinned, and stuck out her right hand, to meet Rapier's. This must be the lover! Which meant the little girl was Cleo, not Tyven, if Jem wasn't here...
"I was, but I'm just glad I found the right home! I just got this basilisk bugger, and well, now that I'm in town, I figure I might as well get back in touch, yanno? I'm Turner Herrick, ex-partner of Nijemi."
Rapier took the hand unwaveringly, giving Turners hand a firm shake. She didn't appear to be evil or Jem in an elaborate get-up. Cleo certianly didn't think anything was wrong. So the Fallen stepped back, pulling the door further open. "I'm Rapier and this is Cleo. Come in."
Cleo was bouncing from foot to foot in her mini-excitement, wings fluttering every so often. "Bas-ee-lesk?" She pronounced slowly, earfluffs fluffing. "Tha's cool! Wha's yer name?"
"Ai'shern."
A quick smile from the boy, and he followed the 5'7" Turner inside the home before removing his hat, and eyeing Cleo.
"I can eat rocks."
Turner smirked at the boy already stating his skills as she scanned Rapier's bpdy. Sexy.
"How long have you been with Jem?"
Cleo stared back at him, head tilting. "I c'n ea' seeds. An' flip my eyelids inside out!" She was throughly pleased with this relatively new discovery and, to prove it, did the feat she had just stated.
Rapier winced a little bit at her daughter before turning her attention to Turner. ....how long? Her eyebrows pressed together tightly at that and her jaw shifted before finally, she headed a sigh and Rapier shrugged. "Six months? We met a bit before that but.."
Ai'shern was properly impressed, and looked about for a place to set his headgarment, deciding to hand it to Turner, who hung it on a coat rack, and plopped herself onto the couch. One could see why she was Jem's friend.
"And ya'll have already got kids? Dayum."
Turner stretched, and a bit of her wrapping loosened, causing her eyes to widen, and her right hand to clamp over it as she grinned sheepishly at Rapier.
"M'place got blown up by some of our associates, so The Company relocated me. Felt I'd be safer near my old partner, and Tammuz Burdock himself. Boss' son, y'see. Ai'shern? Well, D-corp dumped him on me after I moved in with the mom of his sister, Altessa."
Ai'shern, well, he got angered easily, but otherwise was a lot more outwardly pleasant than Alt, and blinked at Cleo.
"Yer pretty."
"Tam is the Bosses son." Here, Rapier had to pause, one eyebrow arching slightly. "The man who looked like a kicked dog when the redhead made one slightly sharp comment is someone you'd...nevermind. Book. Cover. All that jazz."
One slim hand waved briefly before going to her hair - some had come out. "Altessa? He's the grumpy little girls brother? Really?"
Cleo had a better impression of Alt then her mother did. "'Hank you~" She chirruped, bouncing a little until the words melted from her parent into her brain and those gold eyes widened. "Yer Alt's bro'her?? Really?"
Now Turner's smile widened, and she looked over at Rapier slyly, obviously picking up on her surprise. Nodding slowly, she continued, also commenting on Jem's personality. "Mhmm... A real teddy bear, unless you see him on the job. That man is vicious. Almost as much as Nijemi, actually."
A chuckle, and the woman pushed her longish hair out of her eyes, narrowing them slightly at Rapier. "But you must be something rather special to catch that spazz's eye. Who are you...?"
"Uh huh. Twins. Didn't live together before." Before Turner. The boy was actually happier now, and Altessa seemed a lot calmer.
"Vicious how?" It wasn't as if Rapier was going to tell Callee. Cal figured as long as Tammuz never raised a hand to her or their children, she really didn't care. He was a good man, no matter what he did. Not that she knew what he did. "I can certianly see Jem murdering people viciously but I can't see the squishy-inside man as anything to be considered... well. Like that."
She'd seen giggling little girls tear peoples faces off before. Rapier was used to surprises. But not.. Tammuz. The second question made her eyes flick at that, her lips twisting into a wry smirk, something not quite a smile. "I'm Rapier. Former slaver, used to be part time mercenary. Retired now. I'm nothing special. Jem's the unique one."
Cleo beamed at the little boy, lips peeling into a wider grin. "I like Alt! She did 'his." And she pointed to her cheek. The marks were fading but there was still a scar, going from her jaw to her nearest nostril. "'M glad yer wit' her now. Have fun."
"Glad you're aware of the reality of your lover. Tammuz... He, well, he's the protective sort. He's intractable, and will do anything to defend what he, or those he loves, believes is right."
Shrug. Tammuz was squishy, but inside of that was solid steel. Still, there was no way Jem wouldn't choose someone unique. Still, Turner simply smiled good-naturedly and pointed at Cleo, brows raising once again.
"Reminds me of Jemi."
Ai'shern was nice, but really not that much of a talker, he prefered to watch. Therefore, he simply nodded, and walked away from Cleo, beginning to head down the hallway to examine the house. Of course, there were some places he shouldn't go [Jem and Rapier's bedroom for one].
"Callee will find out one day. If he's worried about that, she should know." Rapiers voice was mild. She wasn't going to tell but it was sometimes good to voice your opinions on things such as these.
Callee WOULD find out one day. SHe wouldn't mind much, but she would find out.
Once the attention turned to Cleo, Rapier calmed a bit, her hands moving to rest at her hips at that. "She's as hyper as Jem but I don't think she'll be a good a liar. She depends on Tyven too much."
The little goldcrest hopped after Ai'shern, curly hair bobbing. "Wha' kinda rocks d'ya eat?"
"Oh? Jem's a liar, is she?"
Huge, warm grin there. If Jem was about to defend herself, she'd state that she didn't lie, she just pretended. Or that ommissions didn't count. Or she'd just grin like a loon and act cute. Yeah, probably that. "Tyven's the younger one, right? The snake." The one that Jem said was like her Sexy. Which, Turner assumed accurately, was Rapier.
Dai shrugged and twisted the knob of one of the door's[Cleo's], peeking in at it's yellow glory. "Any kind. Ugly are best." He liked keeping the pretty ones.
"She might not lie outright, but she decieves rather well." Rapier agreed, grinning faintly in return. The smaller woman often tried to tell her that she hadn't 'cheated' but that Rapier just had bad luck. Right. Like such a thing was possible. "Tyven is the snake, yes. Cleo's attatched herself to her."
"Do they 'aste be'er?" He spoke well! Like Mam did. Auntie Jem had 'slang' and Tyvie hissed and Cleo... well, Cleo needed speech classes. But she was trying. She was doing her best.
"I learned better after the first five hundred times playin' cards with her. But she always seems to trick me into a game the next time..." More good-humored laughter and Turner glanced at the watch on her right wrist, eyes widening slightly.
"I, uh, told Kanth we'd meet with her and Altessa for lunch, so Ai'shern and I should get going. It was REALLY nice meeting you, however, hopefully Jem'll be here next time? Tell her that we've a new contract if she can swing it...?" Yep. She'd chosen to keep THAT bit of news until the last second. "AI'SHERN! WE'RE LEAVIN'!"
The boy looked thoughtful, before answering, taking his time despite Turner's shouts, even as he shut the bedroom door, walking back to the livingroom. "Dunno. But I like keepin' pretty ones."
"A new contract?" That little tidbit caught Rapiers attention, dark eyes narrowing in on the female that carried it. Rapier wasn't a talker but information on Jem possibly being in trouble or hurt was one way to get her speaking. "What kind of contract are we talkign here?"
Cleo bounced after, watching the basilisk. He was PRETTY. AND he ate rocks. Eating rocks, she decided, was amazingly cool and he was Altessas brother so that was even cooler. So she grinned and shortly before they hit the living room, she spoke, her voice normal, not her usually giggly chipperness. "You're interesting." She attested, "We should meet up again! But don't scar me? I'd have to hit you back and violence isn't really my thing. W'here, Mam!"
The last two words caught her voice changing abruptly, heightening and becomng happier once again. "An... o'her lady. Wha'syer name 'gain?"
"Altessa's the one who hits." A simple statement, but in reality an agreement. He would meet up with her again, he wouldn't scar her, and violence wasn't really his thing either.
"Turner, hun."
Ai'shern said nothing about the change, but he was the observant sort, and found he liked it. She acted different around adults? And him too, until she'd decided she liked him. Briefly, he smiled, before settling for a politely interested expression and reached up for his hat. His lack of height, however, was discouraging, and his surrogate mother handed it down to him.
"Oh, not as bad as we've had. Follow-up, just making sure things are still going as planned in a few places. Also gathering some info on who put a hit on me, and therefore Jem."
Those eyes narrowed even further. Cleo went absolutely still when she saw the chilly expression on her mothers face and edged back, slowly, to hide partially behind Ai'shern. She didn't see that expression often and even Jem knew it was a very, very bad thing to see. Snuggles and kisses couldn't make that face any better.
Some people didn't like help.. but someone was after Jem, through proxy. She would not stand for that. "Well," Came the soft, frosty tone that was somehow not aimed at the other woman, "If there's any way I could possibly help, you know where I live."
Turner's voice was also soft, but not cold, in fact, it was understanding as she reached out to shake Rapier's hand goodbye. The older woman had a strong, good grip. "Perhaps you should speak to Nijemi for me when she returns. I doubt she takes the risk as seriously as she should this time around.... Let's go, Ai'shern."
The boy had let Cleo move behind him, unafraid of Rapier, and simply watching the change come over her body, but now that they were leaving, and things were sort of okay, he pulled one of his shed red and black feathers from his hair, and handed it to Cleo, a gift. "Don't worry."
The boy swished his tail as he replaced his hat, and followed Turner to, and out the front door. "Goodluck, Rapier."
"Bye."
The little girl took the feather from him, smiling a rather genuine smile. It was only overlooked by her mother because her mam was so upset. She didn't see the smile or the feather, nor did she see her daughters shy wave after Ai'shern.
"Bye."
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