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A tall man shuffled into the room a few minutes after the woman, his long, purple hair swishing gently behind him. Like the female, he had a small child in his hands, although this one had grey skin, and many little horns popping out all over his body. The man seemed to know where most of the protrusions were, and carried the baby accordingly.

As soon as he noticed the other person, he blinked, stopping in mid-shuffle. "Oh, goodness..." He said, his face instantly acquiring a broad smile. "How are you, today, miss?" The tall man bent down slightly, wiggling his nose in happiness. "And who is that you're carrying?" Although he was happy, his voice was soft; also having a little one, he knew the value of silence.

"Ahh, wonderful, Jizzy...I am happy to meet you.." The man smiled again, settling down in a comfy chair, a few feet from Jizzy. "My name is Tori, and this..." He guestured to the snoozing rhino-like boy in his arms. "This, is Wycliff..." A tiny yawn eminated from the being, making Tori's eyes widen. In a few moments, little eyes cracked open, and Wycliff cast his first glance around the Toy Closet.

"Oh, my...." Tori said, rocking Wycliff gently. Maybe if he could calm him...

The siren-like wail of an unhappy child burst into the quiet of the room. "Wycliff...." Tori mumbled, trying to shush his little one. Unfortunately, nothing seemed to be working. The tall man turned his eyes to his new aquaintance, silently asking for help, and apologizing.

"Oh, well...that's okay..." Tori rocked Wycliff, and the cry became an unhappy burble, and then the little Rhino-boy noticed Jizzy and Deimos. Immediatly, he became totally silent, eyes wide in amazement; since his creation, he hadn't seen much of the world past Tori and his' apartment in the Magical Mishaps building, so the sight of two more beings, especially one like him, instantly captured his attention.

"Ahh...See, Wycliff?" Tori said, pointing to Jizzy and Deimos. "The big lady is Jizzy, and the little boy, like you, is Deimos..." He brought his hand down, turning his gaze to his little Mishap. "Jizzy...can you say...Jizzy...?" Wycliff gurgled, small spit bubbles flowing down his chin. Tori wrinkled his nose in amusement, hugging the child, and wiping the spit with his sleeve. "Wonderful! We'll have you making speeches in no time..."

"Oh, that's okay...Wycliff hasn't shown me much about his personality yet, so I'm not going to let him be with any Mishap, unless they're totally harmless..." Tori laughed softly, gently stroking Wycliff's messy hair. The little Rhino-boy had his eyes locked onto Deimos', and didn't seem to care about anything but analyzing this boy with his eyes.

"Hmm...Wycliff's skin is really strong...Do you think they might be able to become friends...?" Tori said, sounding a little hopeful; he always had a hard time making friends, and he didn't want any of that to happen to his little one.

Crow wandered into the room, holding Lenore carefully in her arms. She had wrapped the baby Mishap in a thick blanket, and taken extra care to wrap up the child's arms in pillowcases. She watched Lenore flap her wrapped up arms in childish pleasure, giggling as she watched the tips of her razor-sharp metallic wings saw through the thin fabric.

"Remind me to pick up some first-aid kits before we leave, would ya?" Crow murmured to the baby, who burbled spit-bubbles in response.

Looking up, Crow noticed anothyer young woman in the room, with a Mishap of her own. She approached shyly, hugging Lenore close (though very carefullly).

"Um, hello," she said.

Crow's shyness dissapated a little. She smiled and pushed her helmet up, brushing a few wayward strands of hair out of her eyes.

"Pleased to meet you! I'm Crow Ezili Adyamaur, and this..." she hoisted Lenore up to exhibit to Jizzy. The baby flapped her arms again, causing her metal wings to completly poke through the pillowcases. "...is Lenore. Say hi, Len."

"Brabbaaaaa!" Lenore shrieked, delighting in the ear-piercing noise she created. Crow winced, almost certain she could hear glass shattering in the background.

As she tried to shush Lenore, Crow took a close look at the flailing baby, Deimos. He seemed rather intimidating for an infant - but perhaps it was just the wigs on his forehead that were a little off-putting. She smiled at Jizzy again, and ventured a little closer.

"He can try, if he likes. And, yeah, she can defend herself pretty well," she trailed off, eyeing the razor-like "feathers" that sprouted from Lenore's arms. She gave an inward shudder and a wince at the remembered pain of the numerous cuts she'd received from them. "Just try to avoid the wings, they're a bit on the pointy side."

Crow followed Jizzy's example and set Lenore gently on the floor. Her shrieks died down at once - it seemed she was suddenly far more interested in this new baby than in making her guardian's ears bleed.

Lenore gazed intently at Deimos, her cheerfulness turned to wary curiosity. Her eyes followed his every movement, an instinctive need to protect rising up in her. There was something...different about this creature. And she wasn't sure she liked what she sensed. After a moments consideration, she creeped towards Deimos in a way that allowed her blade-wings to face outward, ready for attack or defense.

"Flartha?" She ventured shyly, murmuring in the clumsy baby-language Crow seemed to understand.