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 Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 9:27 am
Getting let into a museum whilst wearing a royal blue zoot suit and black t-shirt had to be the most strange thing Bailey Bacardi had gone through in his time on Gaia - stranger than that barbecue even! Honestly, people were telling him some place called 'the Roxbury' was the other direction. Whatever that was, he wasn't heading there. At least he hadn't been wearing a hat, they'd probably have yelled at him for that too.
Hangs in his pockets, the red snake boy stared at the paintings around him with something akin to intrigue. He didn't look particularly awed or interested, but that was mostly just due to lacking anything that got particular expression from him. The boy actually thought most of these paintings were nice. He was getting a bit fond of looking at these pretty scenes of fields of flowers and women with parasols. Though, he didn't understand why everything had to be made of dots.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 9:40 am
Quilt knows developing a child begins very early on in their life. He also knows that they are still far too delicate physically to train in things he is far more familiar with. For now, his adopted mother suggest to stimulate the child's mind, even if said infant was originally a fully grown, intergalactic criminal. Still, no matter how old she had been in her earlier incarnation, she must be unfamiliar with the ways of Gaia and thus Quilt has a valid excuse to bring her to a museum.
Magda is annoyed. Annoyed because she is currently in a most inconvenient body, one that falls to pieces without her control or consent. And one that forces her to be carried around. It is obvious she misses her old form and her persimmon-colored skin, her current complexion is far too drab to be of any fun. Gray eyes note the paintings and the sculptures but her interest was drawn more by the young lad with red skin and dressed in royal blue.
As Quilt begins to move away, Magda releases an ear-piercing squeal, indicating that she did not want to go just yet.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 9:53 am
Bailey looked over at the sound of the squeal and took notice of what seemed like a rather disgruntled baby. Yet something...something was not quite right about her. Walking over, the child greeted the two with a question.
"Hello. Is everything all right over here?" the ex-criminal asked, hoping he wasn't intruding.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 10:04 am
Quilt winced briefly but was otherwise unaffected by Magda's squeal. If any he was more concerned if she had disturbed the other few patrons milling about the museum. Instinctively he thinks they have at the young boy's approach.
"They are, in a manner of speaking. I must have just done something she didn't like." he replies.
Magda glares up at Quilt, Damn straight you did. I miss seeing colors everywhere. Gaia is so damn bland! she mentally glowers. Her eyes rests on Bailey once more and she coos to him, pudgy fingers clasping open and close in an attempt at pantomiming her desire for him to draw nearer. She can't help it, his skin reminds her of home and of all the delicious things she had eaten there. Things she will never be able to eat again.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 10:13 am
"Hard to understand things with babies - particularly if they've got the consciousness of adults, or so my mother tells me. Something about me giving her dirty looks when she was carrying me about." the boy mumbled a bit, laughing lightly at the thought, and inadvertently revealing his status as a transferred criminal.
At the child's motion, the boy walked forward a bit more and waved at her. Though, for some reason he was a bit apprehensive. Something told him he should be careful lest he get bitten.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 10:35 am
Quilt quirks a brow, it would be too much for him to assume that Bailey was in the same situation as Magda but the possibility was there. "Oh? Were you previously from space before coming to Gaia?"
Magda narrows her gaze up at Bailey, so he was like Hoss. The carrot-haired infant isn't certain if she likes this or not but since the older boy doesn't possess anything particularly sharp on his person (clothing aside) she is less worried. Considering how her body has a mind of its own, decided it wanted to get a feel of Bailey's skin and has just severed her left hand.
Said appendage practically leapt off her wrist to cling to Bailey's sleeve.
Naturally both guardian and criminal's expression are an exact mirror of each other's dismay.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 10:43 am
"Yes I waaaaaas..." the last sound was drawn out due to him suddenly glancing down and raising an eyebrow at the hand which had decided to cling to him. He honestly wondered if he should be freaked out by this turn of events but by this point he was just wondering why he wasn't at all shocked.
"Mhm. Well, that was unexpected." he commented before carefully removing the small hand and returning it to the child. "I do not believe I've met anyone whose appendages disobey them in that manner previously."
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 8:52 am
It was Quilt who retrieved the appendage from Bailey, hastilly pressing the wrist against the stub where Magda's hand ended. The flesh fused back together seamlessly, as if it had never been apart before.
"You are not the first to experience Magda's wandering limbs." Quilt tells Bailey, "But you say you were also from space? I take it that you are also a criminal who has been exiled to Gaia?"
Magda rolled her eyes at her guardian's question, "Oyus'ee." She babbles. Frowning once again as she is reminded just how inconvenient her current form is. Even if she can understand what everyone is asking or telling her, how is she supposed to respond in kind? She can't even write her answers, given her limited motor functions.
"Ee o niu umee." The infant huffs, lower lip sticking out sourly in an attempt to explain to Bailey her body's disobedience is new to her. Even if the older boy couldn't understand her words, he could relate to her plight.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 12:22 pm
"Yeah. Not something I'm particularly fond of but anyway. Would Magda be like that too then?" he asked, hoping the term the man had used for the child was her name.
If it was the case, he could fully understand the annoyance the baby before him was exhibiting. While he had not had as much of a problem being treated as a child - Dartsmoore knew full well he had a grown mind and informed him he'd be treated as such, with no cooing or anything like that - he knew how frustrating it could be.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 9:25 am
Quilt does not infantalize Magda, nor does he show her much affection or engage in "baby talk" the way his adopted mother does. It isn't in his nature in any case.
"She is," he responds simply. "Have you met many others like yourself?" It will be a little later into the conversation that Quilt will be struck by the notion to formally introduce himself.
Magda liked having other people do her work for her, most of the time. She liked being carried around and being the center of attention here in Gaia. She just hated the fact no one could comprehend what she really wanted and was currently forced to exist on a diet of mashed vegetables and milk. Damn it she missed meat.
Her pout deepened to a frown, was the older boy talking over her head? "I 'an nrs'nd u." She declares and attempts to sever her hand to throw it at Bailey. How else was she to keep his focus on her? Naturally, her body doesn't respond to her wishes and remains firmly connected.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 1:00 pm
"A few." he answered before the red child had to return his attention to the gurgling criminal before him.
"Well I'm very sorry but I can only concentrate on one person at a time and as I can't comprehend what you're saying yet, I'm more inclined to notice your carrier's questions first." he told the little one, raising an eyebrow once again. That was getting to be quite a common gesture with him.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 9:05 am
Quilt wonders just how many other criminals the boy has met, the fact that he doesn't know said individual's name finally dawning on him.
Magda narrowed her eyes at Bailey's reason, huffing and blowing her carrot-colored hair away from her face. So it was his guadian's fault that the older child wasn't focusing on her? She reaches up, yanking at her guardian's jacket, "No mo' 'a'kin!" she orders.
Quilt ignored her demand, if only because he doesn't know what she was saying. "I'm Quilt by the way, and I believe I've mentioned this is Magda."
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 4:56 pm
"I'm Bailey Bacardi. A pleasure to meet you both." the boy explained, grinning down at the child.
"You'll probably have a much better time in weeks or months to come. From what I've gathered, we aren't stuck that small for too long." he told her with a nod.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 11:46 am
Magda would have liked to respond to Bailey's introduction herself. But it looks like she'll be stuck as an infant for the next few years to come. At least that's what she thought until the older boy mentioned not being "stuck that small for too long."
She blinked, trying to understand what he meant by it.
"Oh? It won't be long until she's older?" Quilt asked. He himself had his growth in spurts but he doesn't remember clearly, considering he had disappeared when a child and then returned an adult. "At least you won't have to put up with not being able to speak for too long, Magda."
Gray eyes widened, was she to understand that aging was accelerated here on Gaia? "Iun wanna g'o o'd!" she wailed.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 12:08 pm
Bailey laughed. "You won't be growing super old, Magda. I've been on gaia about a year or so. It's mostly just regrowing back to one's old self, so to speak. Or, at least that's what I've gathered." he said with a shrug.
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