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Journal Entry 7-30-04

What a week! With Actinium, Platinum, and Taima in the house, you can imagine my first thoughts upon seeing Seven on my doorstep...

Pure.. Terror...

Ok, so I jumped to conclusions about the little boy, but I thought I had a full house already! Now I have even MORE to deal with. I'm still glad to have that stressball that was gifted to me.. It really helps. Plus juggling work, I feel like I never get any sleep!

Seven, though, has been a total angel since he's arrived. He's always smiling, and VERY inquisitive about the world around him, and I can already see his creativity shining. His wings are still too small to use, but he flaps them around anyways, especially when he's chasing his big sister around.

Taima, of course, hates the little guy, just like most everyone else.. She does seem to tolerate Yani and Aadil though.. Rei too since she provided her with a little gift.

Seven, though, will probably like everyone.. He already loves just about everything.

Ok.. so Seven's not all bad. I guess having another child around won't be so hard.

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Buffy dropped of a lovely gift from herself and Bowen for Seven! He tried to take it apart the moment he recieved it, so I think I'll keep it out of reach for a little while. At least till he learns not to destroy the thing.

Journal Entry 8-18-04

Shadow rushed around the house gathering up things into her backpack to be sure Seven and Taima would be ok when she went out with them. She really wished she would have called a baby sitter, but they wouldn't cause TOO much trouble... would they?

Shadow smiled as she finally seemed to get everything together and wandered into Seven's room to fetch him.

Seven was sitting on the floor in a fit of jubilance as his little hands clutched his very first successful creation out of random household objects. He had managed to create a little bug like flying creature out of metal and junk he had found around the house! The bug buzzed and lit up in various places, but was still poorly constructed being Seven's first creation.

As soon as Shadow entered the insectoid robot buzzed, looked at her and then flew into the wall for no reason, blowing itself to smitherines and setting the wall on fire. Shadow quickly ran over to put the fire out, leaving only a small singed spot on the wall.

Shadow frowned and looked at Seven, expecting him to be devestated about the loss of his machine, but he was happily humming along, picking up the burnt and broken peices and he would try again... Persistant little guy...

Without much further thought, Shadow scooped him up and carried him out the door for a day of fun and adventure at Shadow's 21st Birthday!

Journal Entry 2-23-05

Just returned from Xaria's place, wasn't the most fun I've ever had but it was interesting. Seven was pretty quiet the whole time, but, as you can imagine, I payed for that later.

Yesterday Seven was so full of energy I couldn't keep him down, one minute he was building a small... robot looking.. thing... the next he was painting a rather poorly done version of the last supper across the side of the house in crayon. Lucky for me the siding didn't allow the crayon to stick very well, but it was still a pain to get off.

After that he managed to sneak the toaster out of the kitchen and completely dismantle it! I don't know how much more I can take of this, because later that same night he stole the blender. Luckily I caught him before he took the motor apart. I just had to peice it together in the morning.

Long story short, his curiousity is continuing to boil inside him and he's learning and discovering new and unusual was to create havoc in the apartment. I don't know how much longer I can keep this house together!..

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Shadow scrambled away from her journal and down the hall as she heard another explosion, the whole apartment quickly filled with dense, black smoke.

Shadow's eyes began to water as a tiny streak of blue and silver barely missed her, leaving a small, razor thin cut on her cheek at the sound of another explosion.

"SEVEN!" She cried desperately, choking as she finally fell to her knees. It was hard to breathe with so much smoke in the air, she had to find a window and fast.

Blindly, she felt her way across the floor until she bumped into something small and warm and.. not moving. She took hold of whatever it was and continued across the floor to the balcony, quickly sliding the door open.

The smoke quickly swept out the window, giving Shadow a bit of air as she leaned against the balcony railing and finally opened her still stinging eyes.

In her lap was Seven, laying motionless and covered in black soot. "Seven!" She cried, her voice cracking as she desperately tried to wake the boy. Carefully, she turned him over to see his face, which was also covered in black soot.

"Seven, oh my god, Seven!.." Shadow was just about to panic, when the little boy's eyes opened and he coughed.

"Shawaoh.." He said quietly, blinking his eyes several times as he brushed the soot away from them, leaving two little smears around his eyes.

Shadow nearly cried with joy that the boy was still alive and... seemingly well. She brushed him off a little more, though the boy still remained covered in black soot.

Seven wrinkled his nose, his eyes still stung from the explosion but.. He quickly remembered why the explosion happened and squeezed out of Shadow's grasp, into the Apartment.

"Seven!?" Shadow groaned as the little boy ran back inside, luckily most of the smoke had dissapated by then. Just as she got up, however, Seven came running back outside with a huge grin on his face and a mass of strange metal in his hands.

"Wook, wook!" He bounced, holding the contraption up to Shadow.

Shadow looked confused and took the hunk of metal into her hands. It was an odd contraption. Almost like a helicopter and yet not at the same time. It had a few wires sticking out of it, and some strange peices of metal attatched in weird places... She was actually less curious about the machine as she was about how such a small boy could build it.

The machine twitched once as Shadow's finger upturned what looked like a switch of some kind. She pushed it away from her a bit as it started to shake and then the small machine began to pump slightly extending and contracting the wing type surfaces.

Finally, it took flight. Shadow watched for a few moments in awe before the machine fell to the ground, dead, one of the wings shattering off.

Seven bent down to the contraption with a smile, proud that it had worked for the few moments it did, and began scooping up the broken pieces.

A look of confusion crossed Shadow's face, the moment the machine fell she just knew she'd be in for a fit from Seven, but he seemed... happy?

Her eyes lifted away from the boy and into the house. A heavy groan emitted from her lips as she saw the destruction that was left inside. At least nothing was set on fire, but the entire back end of the apartment was covered in the same black soot Seven was. This was going to be a long week.

Test 2 - Painting and Seven

Since our last outing didn't really go as well as I had hoped I decided Seven would probably much rather do something a little less exciting. Something he could do in the safety of the apartment.

Aside from blowing stuff up of course.

I gathered up a multitude of different paints and brushes, and set out a place that would be safe from messing up anything important before Seven woke up for the day.

I was about halfway done setting up when Seven popped up beside me and started chewing on the paintbrushes... What's so delicious about them that he thought the best thing to do was shove them in his mouth...?

Anyways. I picked him up and set him back in his room so I could finish setting up. It's amazing how fast the little guy is. By the time I returned he was already there chewing on the paintbrushes again.

I picked him up, shut the door, and returned to the living room get back to work.

Then I returned to Seven's room to get back the paintbrushes he still had.

Closed the door.

Returned to the living room, picked up Seven again and put him back in his room.

Opened the door back up, grabbed the paints from him, closed the door, made sure there were no paintbrushes missing. Returned to the living room to get back to work.

Huff.

Seven was a handful. But finally things were situated to get finished up. I haphazardly went about setting up the room for him to be able to paint before finally going back to his room to retrieve him.

Just as I opened the door I saw him covered in red paint. SIGH..

I snatched seven off the floor and brought him into the living room and tried to explain to him what it was to paint and how to do it. He seemed fascinated and immediately took up the paints and brushes and got to work.

I, on the other hand, went to fetch cleaning supplies to clean the red paint stains out of Seven's carpet.

Bad idea.

Leaving a baby alone with paint unsupervised = very bad idea.

Sure he could paint well for a child, but did he REALLY have to paint well on my walls? So much for setting up a safe place for him to paint.

Seven LOVED painting. He loved smearing the paint everywhere and making pretties.. He said so himself, "Yay pwetties!" Of course he said this as he was pointing to the back of the couch and the mucky blue and green and red smears he'd left on it.

I'm just glad I didn't buy more paint. I'll have to get him out of the house and hire someone to clean this place up...