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 Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 7:33 am
It was a rather uneventful day for Quilt, after a quick spar with his brother and uncle (though both men agreed to never use the term) the patchwork-skinned youth was tasked to go pick up some thing from the grocery. Quilt saw no reason to object, they were low on some supplies and it would give him something to do on an otherwise boring day.
He entered the grocery he and his family patronized and went about his task. He was in no rush, in fact he lingered in each aisle for quite a while. Watching other people kept Quilt occupied as he folded and unfolded with his gloved hand the list his mother had given him.
Gaia was the ultimate melting pot of unique individuals, ranging from the nondescript to the wildly bizaare. He couldn't help but notice an infant with such strikingly colored skin and were those hooks? Needless to say, Quilt ended up staring rather openly.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 6:21 pm
Why, yes! They were hooks! Hooks that had managed to get free of their normal confines of duct tape, and were bent on attacking a young man with a mop of blonde curls.
"Thop that, Hoth!" Rusty said, trying to pin the hooks to the cart. Hoss gave a shriek and swung at him, connecting. Rusty yelped and raised the back of his hand to his mouth, sucking on the wound.
Hoss grinned and crossed his arms. Ahaha. Hurt you.
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 7:25 pm
Quilt meant no malice, though capable of it, he wasn't the sort to enjoy a stranger's misery. The corners of the patchwork-skinned man's lips twitched upwards into a smile and he barely managed to suppress a chuckle as the infant assaulted his guardian.
What parent in their right mind would replace them with a dangerous object such as a hook? Or did this child arrive with said hooks? After all, Quilt's name was derived from his own skin being, well, quilt-like. Curiosity prickled beneath his skin and before he knew it, he was approaching the pair, basket in one gloved hand, shopping list in the other.
"Nasty swing you got there." He stated, directed more at Hoss than his guardian. Whether the pale-haired man knew the hook-appendaged babe would understand him was beside the point.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 8:13 pm
Hoss looked up at the strange person, lips curling back slightly. How unsightly. One hook moved to his mouth and he nibbled, eyeing Quilt with narrowed eyes. What were you worth to the angry purple baby, new strange man?
Rusty looked up, fishing a handkerchief from his pocket to wrap around the wound. "Yeah, he'th pretty good at it." He said softly, giving a little smile. "Watch out, he doethn't jutht go for me."
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 7:46 am
Quilt gave a soft whistle at the wound Rusty was patching up, "Don't worry, I'll keep my distance." He assured the lisping man, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice. It was not that he found delight in Rusty's suffering, it was simply that this was his first encounter with an infant who possessed such dangerous weapons.
Did the child know what he was doing or was he simply unaware that he was hurting his father? "If you don't mind my asking, how did he lose his hands?"
That bit of information might explain some things that would satisfy Quilt's curiosity.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 12:44 pm
"I don't know." Rusty shrugged. "He'th thome kinda alien, wath like that when he landed."
Hoss eyed the pair. He was starting to learn the language somewhat, and he had certainly figured out the 'landed' speech. He snarled again, swinging for him. Rusty, Hoss did not like to be reminded of this!
Rusty moved back, avoiding the hooks. "He changed a lot during hith trip to Gaia. Thome kinda thpathe magic. I don't underthand, really. All I know ith now he'th mine, and he'th very angry."
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 6:22 pm
An alien? That was certainly the first time Quilt had met someone who spoke of the beings from other planets. Now he was even more intrigued. "Space magic? This is the first time I've heard of such a thing. Well technically no, space magic as in spatial magic I have, just not the outer-space magic sort." He explained. "How did you know he changed?"
Most parents on Gaia who happened upon infants didn't know anything about the child's origin. It was rare to find a child that actually gave you some clue about their past.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 8:46 pm
Rusty gave a little smile at the snarling baby, risking getting stabbed to give the boy a pat on the head. Hoss swung, Rusty evaded. Good job, curly!
"When he landed, there wath a picture in hith pod. Thaid what crime he committed, andThhowed what he looked like then." He explained, nodding. Hoss crossed his arms and scowled. Missed.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 9:23 am
This was getting more and more interesting by the minute! Quilt himself knew he had arrived in Gaia through magic, his adopted mother had dreamed him into existence, but before that, well, he wasn't entirely sure what he was.
Aside from this hodge-podge of stitched flesh he had somehow managed to accumulate, that is.
"So it's quite possible for anyone to end up caring for a criminal?" Quilt grinned, "Leaving things up to chance is quite a risky thing for the arriving infants." He turned to Hoss and smiled, "Aren't you lucky to have found someone who'd care for you."
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 9:32 am
Hoss hissed at him. Psh, he did not agree with you, Quilt!
"If you ever thee a man with blue hair, a tail, and the name Archie, and you don't wanna take care of one, you thould probably run." Rusty laughed slightly.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 1:05 am
Quilt was getting the notion the little hook-limbed babe understood him. "Who is this Archie exactly? Is he the liasons officer for these criminals?" He eyed Rusty. "Oh, I'm Quilt, by the way." he added, extending a gloved hand to the blonde.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 3:42 pm
Rusty shrugged. "Dunno who he ith. He wath around when Hoth landed, and he told me what was what."
He patted Hoss on the head, earning himself a hiss and a swipe at. Luckily for him, Hoss missed this time. "I'm Ruthty Biggth. Pleathed to meet you, Quilt."
It seemed like everyone else had the nice names. No, he had to get the name that made him sound like a child with every syllable.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 6:28 pm
Quilt gave the blonde a firm handshake, glad that the clothing between their skins helped keep the patchwork man's powers in check. Then again, intentions didn't always translate to thoughts or actions, did they? Most of the time, Quilt found it too confusing and too bothersome to try and discern what would happen.
"Well, it was nice to meet you, Rusty." He smiled, before turning to the infant, "And you too, child, in some way. I must finish my errand before my mother decides to take a swing at me, the way your child does at you." he laughed, waving as he walked off.
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