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 Posted: Fri May 04, 2007 7:46 am
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 5:48 pm
Bran Lio`koli ((A rather strange package has come in the mail for Harvard. Along with the jar is a small plastic bagee with sweet grain in it and a letter.)) 
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 7:57 am
May 15, 2007
Duck Hunt - Harve goes to pick Nadia up.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 8:07 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 12:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 12:04 pm
February 2009 'til the present
He went to work one day and he never came back.
That was what Nadia Cross told people who asked where the big blue man had gone. She had been young back then, no, very young, so people thankfully didn't expect her to know all the details, but they had still asked and she had still been expected to respond. Nadia remained young now, by most people's estimation, a petite girl somewhere around four years old. Harvard O'Halloran had been her first father, the one who had been deemed fit to parent her and who had been invited to the compound all those months ago, but Aidan Cross was the only guardian she had known for quite some time. Try as she might, Nadia could only remember the vaguest things about her first guardian. He was blue, bald, and always kept the best candy around. For a long time between fathers she had been all alone, surrounded by distracted adults in that stupid compound.
The day Aidan had arrived, he shook her hand like she was a grownup too, and when they got back to the old apartment, he spent over an hour making sure all the mirrors were covered. He even draped a dish rag over the side of the shiny, metallic toaster. He hadn't forbidden her from uncovering any of the reflective surfaces, but she kept them hidden when he was around anyway.
While she had been away, her room had been painted a bright, cheery green to match her favorite dress, and all of her toys were arranged just as she had left them. They had been touched though. Nadia could tell.
All in all, living with Aidan Cross hadn't been half bad, so far. It was true he wasn't blue, more of a dilute pink, and he possessed neither baldness nor a tail. When she had asked for candy, he had offered her a heavy glass filled with what looked like iced tea and he had chuckled to himself when she found out it wasn't. Nadia hadn't asked for candy again.
Aidan didn't go out much. He claimed the sunlight hurt his eyes. Sometimes, though, the man would stop whatever he was doing, let out a huge gusting sigh and declare they were going out for a walk. Coincidentally, these walks often took place in a faint drizzle.
"You should start thinking about school," Aidan said on one of these walks. "Carrot?"
Nadia shook her head in response to both. "Won't they teach me here?" The girl's voice remained quiet and level most of the time, but at this it rose in pitch, not remotely approaching squealing levels, but still uncharacteristically shrill. School did not sound like fun, especially not the sort that involved a bunch of children she didn't know.
Aidan shrugged. "I won't be teaching you." The statement wasn't mean, it was simply the truth.
"But, I know the alphabet..."
"It won't be as bad as you think."
Nadia crossed her arms. She had been in Aidan's company long enough to know that that was all he would say on the matter, at least for now. Maybe it was time to start thinking about running away.
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